The next day Mr Orlando, who told me to call him Vittorio went to the meeting with the rest of the politicians and said I could come with him, providing that I stayed quiet and behaved. The room was massive and wasn't like any of the others that I had been in, it was filled with noise as different diplomats took chairs next to or away from each other, I filled the seat next to Vittorio;
"What is that child doing here?" said the Belgium diplomat
The Italian growled out a reply and rested a possessive hand on my knee and glared at anyone who disagreed with him. I felt a bit of uneasiness at Vittorio's protectiveness and tried to not blush which was getting harder. I had a piece of paper with me, and I started my little project I drew Mr Lloyd-George first he had the United Kingdom's flag in the distance and he was stood up with his fist in the air, then I drew Mr Clemenceau with the French tri-colour he was sat down putting his gloves on which he usually did when he was nervous or in deep concentration, Mr Wilson came next I had him with his fingers steepled together in thought and the brightly coloured United Nation's flag in the distance. Last I drew a very bored Mr Orlando he had the Italian flag behind him, I had him sat down with his most polite smile plastered onto his face and his hand underneath his chin. I surveyed my handiwork before Clemenceau lost his temper with Wilson, and the yelling started. Suddenly Vittorio stood up and shouted;
"STAI ZITTO" (Shut up)
The two men sat so;
"Your like two old women fighting over the laundry, and as I am sure we have nothing else to discuss I'd like to retire"
I then followed him, half running out of the room.
A sudden realization hit me, when he leaves I won't have anybody any-more I'll be all alone and left to the mercy of the staff at Versailles, as if someone had read my thoughts Vittorio turned up at my door carrying a suitcase. I didn't want him to leave ...;
"Raoul ... I ... will you come with me back to Italy"
My face broke into a smile and I readily agreed, he gave me a suitcase and helped me pack within the hour we had left Versailles and for that reason I felt safe. The voyage to Italy was a long one and I spent most of my time looking out to the sea the dolphins splashed merrily along the boat, soon I saw the coast line of Italy. A new beginning has its flaws.
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"Topolino" (COMPLETED)
RomanceRaoul or fondly named Topolino, is a servant at Versailles, at the time of the Peace Treaty. There he meets Vittorio Orlando, as Orlando grows fond of Raoul he takes him back home to Italy. And of course they can't stay friends forever ...