Wang Yao sat upon an ebony chair in a near vacant, cool, shady room. The said room was surrounded by windows on three sides; the 'night life' illuminating the features of the Asian man and his only guests.

The enclosed space held the heavy aroma of opium that wafted out from the glossy, detailed cherry wood pipe that was idle in Wang Yao's hand. His son, Jia Long Wang, was close at hand, standing behind his father's chair with a look of silent vehemence on his usually composed face. Two young girls lounged on the Chinese mans right; Lan and Mei. Kiku sat atop a mahogany table, absently polishing his katana with an underlying note of malice. Finally, cruising around the room like sharks was Somchai, Hyung Soo, and Im Yong Soo. Sitting center were the supposed 'guests' of the evening: the Italian's.

Lovino eyed the large group of Asian's with ill concealed unease. Feliciano and Azelio, however, kept up a seemingly airy and naïve countenance. Business was business, regardless of the size of the mafia groups, when a blow to pride, insult, or a fall-out on a deal.

Such an occasion had brought this 'meeting' of the two gangs to commence, and Yao's deliberate silence was starting to irk the hell out of the Italians.

"Now," The Chinese man finally spoke, his dark brown eyes holding deep amusement. "What is this I hear about you falling out on the drug shipments, aru?" At this inquiry, Lovino swallowed hard; Feliciano and Azelio temporarily let their smiles falter.

"I'm waiting, aru…"

Lovino lost his patience and sprang up from the plush sofa in which they were seated, and jabbed an accusing finger at the seated Chinese man, his voice somewhat shrill.

"We're tired of dealing with your orders and shit!" He yowled. "We aren't your fuckin' servants, you bastards!" He was working himself into a fit of rage, Azelio and Feliciano proceeded to stand as well.

"What fratello means to say,-"Feliciano began, looking to Azelio for help. The Seborgan male took the hint and proceeded from where his brother left off. "We are not a-takin' orders anymore. Just because you are a-huge group doesn't a-mean you can boss us around." The strawberry blonde crossed his arms with a little too chipper grin. "That's right bastards!" Lovino was practically hopping about with feeling for the current moment. "So you better get that message through your damn chinky heads before we pump ya' fulla lead!" Upon the last statement, Lovino stamped his foot down on the fine coffee table before him, causing the elegant set of porcelain to unsettle and topple to the floor with a pin like shatter.

Yao observed this outburst with mirth filled eyes, and took a long, slow draft from the pipe. "That was a very expensive tea set, aru," the Chinese man stated slowly, leisurely setting the antique pipe down on its stand before arising from his seat.

"Now, you Italian brothers have always been such good partners, Anaa~" Somchai cooed, passing rather closely to Azelio, whilst Hyung Soo and Yong Soo weaved their between Feliciano and Lovino; Yong Soo's smiled was as cold as splintered ice, but Hyung Soo remained indifferent, save for his eyes, which showed blood lust.

Mei and Lan giggled from the back crossing to the back behind the Italian's, both girls flashing switch blades that were only partly concealed in their oriental fans. Kiku slid off the table, purposely neglecting to sheath his katana, and Jia Long Wang strode into the luminescent light that bled through the window from the outside city, idly twirling a cluster of explosives.

Yao promptly waltzed forward to face the three Italian's before him as the rest of the Asian's formed a loose circle like starving carrion birds; highly anticipating blood spill.

"B-Bastards," Lovino whimpered, his voice had the tell-tale frightened tinge to it. Lovino was all talk, and absolutely no 'walk'. Azelio and Feliciano closed ranks, trying to keep close to one another. "You don't scare us," Azelio said in a subdued tone. "Do you think we a-did not arrive unarmed?" He flashed a glimpse of a revolver that was partially hidden in his tux pocket. Feliciano's child-like grin grew to a sinister extent. "Si~ and we also studied your behaviors and skills," at this he made a menacing giggle. "Did you think we didn't work with your group for a reason?"

"W-We can anticipate every one of your moves, you bastards," Lovino chimed in, his confidence returning somewhat.

"I expected such, aru," Yao answered with an airy laugh. His laugh was echoed by his group members present. "So I had something to fall back on, or rather, someone." His lips curled into a sultry smile.

He snapped his fingers, and Hyung Soo pulled off to the side before beckoning a figure to come forward, Yong Soo and Somchai suppressed a dark chuckle, Mei and Lan giggling in the back.

Jia Long Wang finally spoke up, his voice monotone. "We picked him up on our last trip to the Mekong River. He was apparently raised with Tigers… Oddly enough, he was fully coherent in speaking terms…" The Cantonese man looked blankly at the three Italians that now stood rigid before him. "We didn't want to introduce him too early… Think of it as a… surprise." Kiku looked up from where he was tracing the keen edge of his sword with the pad of his finger. "You must forgive us for delaying his appearance."

There was a brief silence as slight shuffling from the back resounded in the eerily cool room. From the abyss, a short and slender figure slowly tip-toed its way to the gathering. The figures steps were delicate, careful, as if it was wary to the occupants around it.

Yao smiled in its' direction, encouraging it with the crook of his finger, before jerking his head in the direction of the Italian trio. Abruptly, the figure sped up its pace with aggressive eagerness, halting as Yao pulled it short by a satin collar.

Feliciano looked nervously at Azelio and Lovino, edging closer to each other, their previous gusto and confidence now dissipated, wondering what was instore.

Yao gently pulled the figure into the dim lighting, revealing a slight young Cambodian; only about 5'4 in height with very lightly tanned skin and a long, thick downward extending curl.

Lovino erupted with laughter.

"THAT'S YOUR LITTLE 'WEAPON'?" he howled, stamping his feet with mirth, Feliciano and Azelio joining in.

Yao just smiled coyly, waiting for them to calm their humored air.

When they had quieted, he proceeded to adjust his grip on the smaller Asian's collar.

"I'd like you to meet Chanthou, aru… Unfortunately for you he is a little… How should I say it….?"

"Mad? Out of the loo? A trained killer?" Mei suggested helpfully.

"Exactly, aru."

Hyung Soo started to pace again, Somchai and Yong Soo following suit.

"Now down to business," Kiku began, looking at his reflection in the silvery sheen of the katana. "You will follow through on the deal, or we will resort to human resources." At this, Yao nodded in approval, stroking Chanthou's hair slightly.

The Khmer did not respond, his eyes were locked on the Italians before him, his eyes flashing with auburn light; animalistic need to attack.

The look of utter loathing in the young Khmer's face disturbed the Italians.

It was unnatural.

Unhuman…

Yao chuckled darkly, "I am waiting for your response… Aru…"

"You bastard!" Lovino screeched with rage, pulling his revolver free from his coat.

"Chanthou… You know what to do…" Yao released the collar.

"Baht," was the whispered response.

The peace of the night was shattered by the sound of crashing glass, flashes, and rounds of gun-fire.

Yells and startled screams pierced the cool late night air only seconds after.

OK. SO.

Somchai= Thailand (unofficial)

Hyung Soo= North Korea (unofficial)

Jia Long Wang= Hong Kong (unofficial)

Azelio= Seborga (unofficial)

Lan= Vietnam (unofficial)

Chanthou= Cambodia (OC)

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