Feliciano glanced at Francis who was staring at the door. Taking the initiative Feliciano placed his hand on the door handle, opening the door without a thought. "Hello? Miss. President?" Walking in he was his normal cheerful self. Feliciano had never had any personal qualms with any of the world leaders, either he never met them or they melted under Feliciano's happy personality. "Is anyone here?"

Walking inside Feliciano ignored Francis who had frozen in the doorway, "What if she was in here?" Francis said narrowing his eyes walking inside with his own flaunting style. His eyes examined everything and Feliciano reached to grab the paper weight holding down the various files. Francis smacked his hand way. "Don't touch anything!"

"What? Why?" Feliciano asked not bothering to hide the pleading whine in his voice. "We need to examine everything don't we?"

Francis rolled his eyes, "I know that, but you should wear some gloves. There's no reason to leave our finger prints all over this place. We don't want to leave anything behind to incriminate us."

"You've done this before haven't you?"

There was no reply and Feliciano let out a little giggle. Grabbing a tissue from the box on the deck Feliciano began examining everything on mahogany desk, this time making sure not to touch anything with his bare hands. The desk was fairly large and more ornate that was necessary but it was covered with papers and files and pictures and various knickknacks that Feli paused to examine.

Files were bills made and passed that had yet to be passed papers were contracts and informationals and articles about seemingly random things. "Did you find anything pertaining to our American friend?" Francis asked from across the room where he was snooping through a filing cabinet. "There's nothing that seems to connect her with Alfred's kidnapping."

"Nope," Feliciano replied placing everything back just as he had found it. It was bad enough that they had been led to a dead end but the short Italian had just realized something very, very important. "Francis, you don't think this place is monitored by something or someone do you?"

Purple eyes widened in shock of the sudden realization as well, "Mon Dieu!" Shaking his hands of the dust that covered with Francis grabbed Feliciano's wrist in his haste to escape. "I have no doubt they will be sending someone up here as fast as they can!" Tugging on the scrawny appendage he tried to force the Italian to leave.

"Francis!" Feli tugged his hand back rubbing the now sore wrist. "Don't you think they would've sent someone by now? Besides we still haven't found Alfred's phone yet, we should at least grab that before we leave." Francis nodded tightly but didn't move from the doorway, acting as though he couldn't be seen from there. "Are you going to help me look for it?" Francis shook his head.

"Fine."

Examining the room again Feliciano noticed the cardboard box beside the desk, it had been ignored when he had been searching through the desk. Rifling in the trash Feliciano pulled out food rappers, smudged papers and at the very bottom Feliciano pulled out a mangled piece of metal. It was America's newest phone, the too big screen was cracked, shattered, and missing pieces. The back was split down the middle, the apple symbol missing a large piece to the right side exposing a small black device.

It looked like the things from the movies that mobsters used to listen in on phone calls. It was strange and now Feliciano was even more scared for Alfred than he was before. Placing the phone into his pocket Feliciano stood up, turning to Francis he walked over to the door. Trying to act as though he hadn't found anything he shrugged to Francis. "I couldn't find anything," he voice was absolutely serious, quiet and unnaturally calm.

The voice raised Francis' hackles.

"Alright, let's go before we get caught," his voice raised a bit but nothing notable if Feliciano hadn't been watching for it. Gulping he walked over to Francis, doing his very best not to do anything out of the ordinary. Francis had caught on to his suspicions and was thankfully acting accordingly. "We'd better hurry, Arthur and Kiku will miss us if we're out too long."

They began walking out quickly, in the hall way they began a quick sprint out of the corridor. If the guards really wanted to they would've easily been gunned down, or attacked. Thankfully they had bought the act and they were able to leave in peace, even if they were constantly looking over their shoulders. Feliciano took a deep breath before letting it out relieved.

"You had me act oblivious for a good reason, right?" Francis asked quickly looking around the small paved area they had used as a parking lot before. The car was missing and Feliciano looked around nervously, they shouldn't linger longer than necessary. "I hope you found something worth it."

He nodded, "Yes. I found Alfred's phone. It was completely destroyed but I found a listening device in it. It seems as though they were listening in on him for a while, that's probably why they took Alfred in anyways." Pulling out the pieces and scrap metal he showed the bits to Francis who took them into his own hands. "I think it was the president who did this to Al."

"Hmm," Francis only hummed thinking over the newest information. "It doesn't matter right now, what's more important is getting out of here without a car and without getting arrested. Do you think we could hijack a car?" Feliciano watched the thoughtful look on his face in fear. He didn't appreciate the idea of stealing a car. Especially if they could get caught and shot for it.

"T-that's not a good idea…"

Francis huffed, "Fine. But how do you suggest we get out. We can't just leave here." The Frenchman tossed Feliciano a look before looking over the yard. "From what I've heard the White house has the most extensive alarm system in the states. We're only here on their good will. If they wanted us gone we'd be gone. We don't have Ivan's strength or Mathieu's invisible tendencies to get out of here. We don't even have a vehicle to escape with.

"Why don't I just ask for someone to let us out?" Feliciano said tilting his head. "I mean none could say no to my face could they?" Opening his eyes in his best kicked puppy dog look Feliciano could just imagine anyone, especially Doitsu, just giving into his adorable face. Feliciano was the epitome of cuteness and he had never been afraid to use that fact to get him out of difficult situations with his Germanic friend. "They'll let us out, I'm sure of it!" Francis however didn't look quite as sure as he kept sending Feliciano skeptical glances, he didn't say a word though.

Putting on a determined face Feliciano straightened his jacket before walking to the front of the White House, innocent look on his face and puppy dog eyes in full force. Tilting his head just so he tapped one of the guards on the shoulder getting him to look at him, "Sir, would you mind allowing me and my colleague off the property? We arrived in a group of four but our partners decided to leave before hand without informing us," polite, distant yet nice worked perfectly in getting the shaded brunette to nod tersely. "I'm sorry to do this to you, however we both have a meeting to go to with a Japanese and British diplomat that we would rather not miss." Sometimes honesty was the best policy, not that Feliciano had ever been anything but honest but Romano had always left a few seeds of doubt in the back of his mind.

"Very well, I will bring you to the gate," the voice was rough and the grip on Feliciano's shoulder was tight. The Italian couldn't help but be relieved anyways, they were going to get out without a single scratch on them. A miracle in it and of itself. "Lead me to your colleague and I'll show you out the back."

"Grazie!"

Thankful for the assistance he quickly led the sharply dressed security man to Francis who was waiting by the back door. The tall brunette was swift to lead them to a tall gate in the back. Keeping a hand on Feliciano's shoulder he opened the gate with a keycard before shoving both of them through. A curt "I hope you enjoy your stay in the United States of America," was their only goodbye.