F*ck

The tour through the factory continued as he felt quite satisfied with himself; that was the amount of money he expected to spend with his Matches Company, especially now that they were obtaining large amounts of land in Florida, which would make the need for production even more, though he was more interested in artificial soil fertilizer.

Still, he was quite happy with it, especially with his new admirer, the head of the factory. They got a table and two chairs where Felipe and Wilhelm talked for dozens of minutes. Quincy stood as if he was not interested in the kind of conversation where a scientist was too excited and began throwing words he didn't even vocalize if he tried.

After much talk accompanied by a mosquito-killing spree, the two finally ended their conversation, Wilhem bowed in a Japanese-like manner, and Felipe just ignored him as he understood how excessive he was.

"This was eye opened… I have never seen my factories. I have only seen a room full of papers as they stacked by the minute and, of course, the battlefield, which is quite the life." Felipe shook his head.

"Um. I surely don't get royals. I thought very differently, knowing some stories from Europe." Quincy said as he was somewhat apologetic.

"Well, I should have known anyways; no prince would be able to create businesses, much less to help their country." Quincy began to laugh, making Felipe smile.

"I guess I am still too naïve about life."

"Nah, you are just different." Quincy has seen the news and understands that whatever the person in front of him is, it is naïve.

"Let's hope so." Felipe thought aloud as he looked through the carriage window like a child would on a road trip.

--

It didn't take long before he arrived at the port where his ship was docked. The ship was re-stocked and cleaned from the time they spent at sea.

The Sailors were there standing still in formation, as discipline was everything.

"Your majesty, it was my pleasure finally meeting you," Quincy admitted respectfully.

"It was my pleasure to see the south side of this country. A good vacation of sorts." Felipe sighed and then annoyingly scratched his head; now I must go to D.C. and work. Hopefully, they are as welcoming as the Southerners." Felipe chuckled.

"Haha, do not worry; D.C. is right above Virginia; they are very welcoming." He blinked. Corruption in a time when little unity of ideas within a vast country was common.

"Indeed, I will do my best to fit in. For the sake of my company and my Empire."

Quincy just laughed; his boss was a person of deep pockets; even though he says he doesn't have much, he is always ready to go into debt if the circumstances arise where he can make money.

"Please, spare no effort trying to help Nancy's father to obtain tutors for her," Felipe said without a single ounce of shame.

"Ah, I see." He just smiled widely and nodded. 'Everyone has their own kinks.' Quincy thought.

--

It was not long before they were back again in the sea, and Felipe was in a large room in his own ship, yet the air of it was too damn hot, even with windows open. He has gotten used to it; he just changed to a very light shirt and shorts as he began reconditioning his body to such a warm environment.

"Fucking Greece, Fucking Ottoman empire." Felipe knew the war was coming; after all, he had instigated subliminal messages in his works and news articles.

He has written about the birth of Western civilization and has called war against the Ottoman Empire for the freedom of the first capital of Christianism. He got in hot waters even more with such remarks; after all, the Catholic Church wanted to remain in power within the walls of Rome, and facts were not their strongest traits.

"The Ottoman Empire is weak; it has angered the 3 most powerful empires of the modern world. It is time to smite them down with the hammer of justice; they have no business having a single inch of European Land."

Felipe sat back as he looked at the article. He began to right, creating hate, but he didn't care; as long as it served his purposes, it didn't matter. Liberation of Constantinople was always in his mind; at least the city doesn't have too many citizens, unlike in a couple hundred years; in other words, it can still be saved.

But the most important thing happening was French, UK and Russia collaborating; they sunk the Egyptian Ottoman Fleets in 1825, 1 year earlier than in normal history, all thanks to his own fuelling the flames of public opinion in France and the U.K.

There was a vicious war and a blockade by the Russians against the Ottoman Empire, and just like always, the British flip-flopped and now were part of the Ottoman collaborators; after all, that was the perfect way to maintain the Russians trapped in the Black Sea.

As long as he can change public opinion in the U.K., he will be able to reignite the flames of war and drag the French and the British into War against the Ottomans; he has also written articles about Egypt, though the latter was mostly to make it good enough looking to be conquered.

If a war against the Ottomans for Constantinople appeared again, the French would not have the full power of their military to blockade Haiti, or at least those are his thoughts.

"Fuck it." Felipe wrote again the title: [Europe is being invaded, time to reclaim our lands back!]

'I should float the idea of making a wall now.' Felipe chuckled as he pulled out the scary words and tone that Trump used to become president.

"Oh god, please, French Fucks, get railed for something which doesn't involve burning Paris down," Felipe said aloud as he was writing about the holy war of the Reconquista of the Iberian peninsula from a little mountain range.

He needed France in that war no matter what, and he will spend more money advertising and promoting such news, especially in France. 'Fuck you, Henry, why did you have to cave, especially to the French!? You could have pushed back, and they would have caved in.'

As he wrote, he began venting inside his mind, over and over, the things that were not going on the way he wanted to be going. Nevertheless, he was in a rather peaceful time; at least in the next decade, there will not be many wars that will involve him.

Though there was the war of Colombia vs Peru in 1828, Peru was now being reigned by him and in the process of assimilation into the Colombian Empire as another Region, a bit more independent due to its far away position from the capital of the Empire, but still part of the Empire.

Considering everything he had done as just crown prince of the Empire, he felt that he could put the Empire into a small type of war economy and produce enough clippers to fend off a naval assault by the French or destroy a French Naval Blockade.

--

Before Felipe knew it, they were already docking at a port in Washington, D.C. He was preparing to meet John Quincy Adams, the current president of the USA and a Democratic-Republican. In other words, a right-winger.

The Democratic-Republican party was basically a revival of the Federalist Party, which Adams was a member of before switching to win elections; in other words, the man stood for a small federal government and more state power.

Felipe liked Adams; after all, because of him, he could now buy land in Florida as U.S. land and not Spanish Land. Adams also didn't give him any trouble despite the amount of money he was obtaining; Felipe paid his taxes accordingly, and that was that matter, aside from campaign contributions.

Felipe heard noises outside and could only close his eyes for a while before coming out with his manuscripts sealed in a leather package with a seal on it to show it had not been opened. It was all his articles he wrote alongside instructions on how to be published.

As he found his first guard, he sighed and asked: "How many people are out?"

"At least 10 times more than in South Carolina." The guard said as he looked at his emperor with curiosity, they had been docking in such foreign land twice already and once for 3 days; they had seen many people and had gone to the places of the cities, and people looked at them weirdly. Still, it was a surreal experience to see hundreds of people receive their emperor, even though it was his first time there and he was no emperor of said lands.

Yet, his emperor was not only not excited about the people receiving him but visibly annoyed, a weird thing; if he were to charm the people so much, wouldn't they be able to take control of such vast lands? They don't even have a king!

"Thank you." Felipe just fully went to the deck and saw the small sea of people packed, trying to see him as if he were a rock star.

"Fuck." He whispered as he realized it would be worst than what he experienced in South Carolina.