The door opened and a man walked back into his house. He stopped and kicked at the wall while slamming the door shut. Those bastards! They used him, bullied him, even played him! He stopped then grinned evily. There was always plan B…he thought as he slowly made his way upstairs and into his bedroom. Then, he reached under his bed and took out a box. The combination lock was pretty simple, to him; he turned the numbers to 1-8-6-1 and the lid swung open. NO one knew about the box. No one except his fratello. The man reached in and pulled out a fedora, placing it delicately onto his head, while trying not to put it over the curl that came out of his hair. Then, he reached in again and pulled out a machine gun and some ammo. They would pay, alright. No one would ever think to lock their doors if poor, cowardly Italy came in.
A/N: I'm just procrastinating with my homework. Not meant to be anything big~! Reviews are love!