A/N hey guys for whatever reason I'm starting another fic. Just a warning the updates will be slow af but don't be afraid to review and tell me what you think as well as following and favoriting would be great. I don't own hetalia btw

Romano sighed. He was done with the meetings that he and his brother were forced to go to. He wouldn't be so irritated of it wasn't for the fact that they got nothing done. Romano felt his irritation grow when his phone began to ring. Couldn't they wait; they should know I'm busy. Then again if it wasn't important they wouldn't call me... Romano sighed, stood up and pulled out his phone and answered. "Pronto?"
"Ciao boss, we... We uh got a situation back at the base"
Romano pinched the bridge of his nose and stand up from his chair.
"It better be a pretty bad one if you decided to call me now of all times."
"Sí, sí it is. We were making negotiations with the Lopez family boss when we got ambushed by the Russo's gang. We need a bit of help if you can get here." The man rushed.
"I'll see what I can do hold them off till I get there." Romano commanded and hung up after hearing the man respond with an okay.
"What are you doing Romano?" Germany asked in annoyance. Romano glares in response but put his briefcase on the table.
"None of your business." He replied smoothly.
"None of my business? You're at a meeting; you shouldn't be leaving before it's over!" Germany shouted in anger.
"It's not like we're doing anything besides fighting so why should it matter" Romano replied. The blonde was about reply when he saw Romano take a pistol out of the briefcase.

"Besides, it's an emergency. Feli, give me the notes if I actually miss anything." He turned to his brother who looked really confused. Romano pulled a fedora out as well and sighed. "Man, I really didn't want to have to clean up blood today..." He muttered softly. With that the southern Italian left the room left, leaving and bunch of surprised nations staring at his back.
Romano quickly changed into his suit, which he always kept in his car, just in case. It was a black suit with white pinstripes, a red dress shirt, and a green tie. The fedora had the pattern the suit had and a white band surrounding it. Once changed he turned the car on and sped off, hoping to get there in time.
You ready? Romano asked in his head. Of course, I am in the mafia as well Romano. The more feminine voice scolded. Yeah yeah, just get your girly ass self-ready, got it Flavio? Don't be rude you're not so great yourself Mr. Sour puss attitude. But whatever I'll be ready...
Romano smirked, the rest of the countries had no idea on the fact that He could talk and was on good terms with his 2p. That and a few other things that he tended not to dwell on. Soon he found himself pulling up close enough to see the restaurant being attacked. Unbeknownst to him though, the nations decided to follow crabby nation.
Romano parked in an out of view place and got out of the car. He could hear the gunfire around him and he wished that he wasn't a little exited for the adrenaline that was about to come. He crept closer to the scene and saw corrado Bruno wave him over. He made his way over, making sure to keep the attention off him. After what seemed like and an eternity of crouching and sneaking he finally made it over to Corrado.
"Anything else I need to know before I start to off these bastards?" Romano asked.
"Yeah, the stronzi here have Lopez's daughter, Aria, hostage and Lopez refuses to back down without his daughter" Corrado replied and pointed to the brunette in a red dress who was struggling to escape. The man holding her was none other than Geraldo Russo, the Russo mafia boss.
"Merda! Why didn't you tell me this sooner?" Romano growled out in surprise.
"I-I didn't have time. It only happened after I got off the phone with you" he stammered and Romano pinched the bridge of his nose. Well looks like we've got more work. Yeah no duh.
" okay. I'll make a distraction and try to get her out. Once I do I want to injure him and keep him from shooting but don't kill him, I want to deal with him personally."
Corrado nodded and began to relay the message. Ready? Definitely.
As soon as Romano gave the go ahead he felt Flavio begin to take some control over him and his body. He pulled out a pair of glasses to hide his left eye, which was now pink. He took a calming breath before running around the car and shooting one of the snipers. He then ran up and took the closest goon and used him as a meat shield and moved closer. Blood splattered on his face and he felt a smirk creep up his face. He took out Russo's men left and right until he was close enough to have a new hiding spot. Once down he dropped the body and saw that it was riddled with holes.
From here, behind the red mustang, he could see Russo. He looked confused and irritated. His greasy black hair was a mess and Aria was struggling, crying but fat ugly tears.
"Heh, it's almost too easy Lovi" Flavio said using Romano's voice in a higher pitch.
"Yeah, keep focused dumbass" he replied to "himself."
"Whatever." Flavio said before going back to the task at hand. Russo held a gun to her head and spoke.
" I want that Vargas bastard to step out with his hands up or I'm taking the girl out!"
Romano swore and stepped out; he kept a hidden blade, knowing that he would have to drop his gun.
"Alright Russo, I'm out let the girl go. She has nothing to do with this." Romano said trying to calm the man, at least to take him out anyway. Russo only laughed.
" she has everything to do with it, little Vargas." He taunted
" what the hell are you talking about Russo" Romano demanded, taking another step closer. But a gun pointed at him stopped his movement. Romano glared.
"This little bello il premio, here got you to stop and show yourself. Now drop your weapon." Russo demanded; his gold tooth shone as he opened his mouth to yell. Romano dropped his gun and immediately fire stopped and Romano was dragged closer to their boss. He could see that while his boys where confused they didn't question him. Once close enough Russo grabbed Romano's chin.
"Look at you, your all bark but no bite. I told you, being nice would get you killed little boy. "He smirked and tuned to the girl in his arms.
"I might just keep you for myself, you are quite beautiful" he continued and Romano saw Aria blanch. He felt Flavio take more control and he could feel the anger radiating off his counterpart. He found himself laughing deeply; this caught Russo's attention.
"What's so funny Vargas?!"
Russo's response made 'Romano' laugh even louder.
"You've just made a big mistake my friend"
"What the hell are you talking about?" He sputtered, he shivered at the deep and threatening tone that 'Romano' had taken.
"Just... This!" 'Romano' suddenly slammed his head into his captor before pulling out a hidden blade and slamming it through the guys' skull. He felt a smile grow as he heard the crunch of the man's skull. He ripped the blade out and threw a throwing knife at Russo's wrist. Because of Romano's sudden movements, his target couldn't even get over his shock before a knife was through his wrist. Russo screamed and let go of Aria, who ran to her father.
Romano threw another knife when Russo tried to pick up a gun to shoot it. He went over to his gun, bent down and picked it up from the ground. Russo was now on the ground trying to scramble away, looking desperate.
"P-please... I-I didn't mean anything by this, I'll give you whatever you want just don't-" Romano cut him off by shooting his knee cap, Russo screamed again and Romano stepped close, grabbing Russo's hair and bringing him to his own eye level.
"You know Russo, there's only one thing I hate more than perverted, dishonest trash like yourself. And that's a coward." Romano growled out and slammed Russo's head into the ground and stepped back, pointing a gun towards the man's head.
"Arrivederci." He shot the man and he slumped over into the ground in a bloody mess, eyes still wide open.
"Boys get the rest of his gang and take them out execution style. Show them the price for betraying a Vargas" Romano commanded before the enemy could get their act together. His workers quickly put the few remaining people of Russo's gang on their knees before shooting them in the head.
"Lopez. You and you daughter okay?" Romano's voice became softer, and held warmth that had been startlingly missing only moments before.
"Sí, Grazie Lovino. You saved my principessa. We are in your debt and I'd be glad to do business with an honorable man like yourself" he replied walking over and holding his tanned hand out
Lopez was an older man with fraying and fading brown hair and green eyes. He was definitely beginning to look his age but he was a trustable person none the less. Romano shook his hand and smiled slightly, he could feel Flavio's control slowly decreasing.
" anytime Lopez, we can meet up again later. I've got to clean the blood out of my suit before it's a permanent damage. Take care of yourselves, ya here?" Romano said.
" you're a good kid, don't forget your roots" Lopez commented and nodded before slowly leading his crying daughter to be comforted.
Well looks like everything worked out didn't it? I guess but that bastard ruined our suit! The other man whined. Romano felt a gentler smile creep up onto his face. That was until he heard a familiar voice, completely filled with shock and disgust.
"Fratello?!" He called out.
Shit.