Fucking bullshit. He was caught. In the worst of places, too. Walking down the long corridor, he wished that the appointment never took place in Germany.

"Hey, pretty boy... I hope we don't meet in the yard, you'll be my new bitch."

He was usually so careful with his work. How could he have ever gotten caught? He just wanted to scream and cry out for his brother.

"Keep moving. Stop staring. No talking."

Lovino Vargas, was the name of this young man. Caught in action as he was accepting a deal with one of his 'sources'. He was so close to making himself a couple of grand. It was all ruined, though. By who, you may ask? The bastard himself. He got himself into something you might call, a predicament. There was nothing he could do about it now though. He could think back on how he could have not messed up, but how would that help?

"You're staying here. Get changed."

Why did this have to happen? And so soon? Wasn't he supposed to get one free call? He wanted out, now. He wasn't taking no for an answer. He just had to plan his escape, and fast.

"Don't stand there, move!"

Maybe you're wondering how ended up in one of the worst places? It all started just a few days ago.

"Vargas, you there?" Lovino closed his eyes taking a deep breath, as he undid his tie and allowed his coat to drop on the floor, as he held his cellphone up to his ear.

"Yeah, I'm here. I just got home, bastard. You couldn't pick a worse time to call me." The Italian let out an irritated sigh. It never ceased to fail that his men had gotten information just as he was about to do something.

"Well, we were able to contact him." The female voice on the other end of the line said. She sounded quite serious, but she let him know her happiness by humming in acomplishment.

"Which man?" The Italian asked, kicking off his shoes as he walked into his living room. He lit up the fireplace to warm up the house before making himself comfortable on the sofa, picking up a book that listed off various names, following with pictures and leads.

"Captain Reed, sir. He has some useful information about the shooting." The woman said. The sound of pages could be heard as it sounded like she was frantically trying to find something. "He said..." There was a small pause. "That the man who had wounded one of your men, was in a seperate mafia."

"Really now?" Lovino asked, rolling his eyes as he started to look through his own book. "And just... How is this supposed to be helpful? There is about... 20, probably alot more people, wanting to get a piece of my Italian Mafia."

"I wasn't done." She said. The pages flipping became more frantic.

"Then, give me something /useful/" Lovino really didn't want to play the guessing game. He had too many names to try to name off someone 'In a different Mafia'.

"He also said that the man you want, lives in Germany." Lovino felt his breath hitch in his chest. His father had been killed by a German man. Not one that was in the Mafia, but he was put on death road for getting caught.

"...Did he say anything else?" Lovino had to ask. He wanted her to have found out as much information as she could.

"Yes. He actually offered us some cash." She said. He could hear her tapping her pen on her desk.

"Why the fuck would he offer us cash?" He asked in surprise.

"Well, he works in a strange way. He said that he wanted to see you, in person. Apparently, you have something he wants. He said, he'd give us a couple of grand if you gave him one of the drugs we've created."

"Why.. Would he want our drugs?" Lovino had to stop and think. He couldn't just run in blind, accept what ever this guy was offering, give away one of his million dollar secrets, just to find out who shot his brother. He bit his lip, closing his eyes. His brother meant the world to him. Right now, he was in the hospital getting treated for a gun shot. It was all his fault, too. His brother, Feliciano, wanted nothing to do with the Mafia. He didn't want to be in it a hundred years ago, and probably wont for another thousand years. It was too dangerous, Lovino had to admit. He just felt so stupid when he heard his brother was shot in the stomach, and was in critical condition all because of him. He'd like so much as to know who had done this to his baby brother.

"Sir..?" Her voice inturrupted his thoughts.

"...What do you think I should do...?" He was desperate. He didn't want to make the decision himself.

"Me? Why.. Would you want my opinion? I'm simply the messanger girl." She said with a small chuckle.

"I want to do what is best for Feliciano, but I think this is a big risk." He said. "I need another opinion."

"What do you want to do Vargas?" Lovino actually didn't know how to respond. There was a little tiny voice in the back of his mind screaming at him to say no, but something was telling him to say yes and take a risk.

"... I think I'll go." He said, after a small moment of silence. Inside, he was beating himself up and saying 'What are you doing idiot? You're going to get yourself killed!' but another part was saying 'It's your fault he's hurt. Take the risk, and get the money for his surgery!'

"I think that's what you should too, Vargas." She said.

"Call up Captain Reed." Lovino told her.

"Right away sir. Is there anything I should tell him?" There was a million things she could tell him!

"No. Just tell him to make an appointment, and I'll do with it what I can."

"Yes sir. Although, you realise... You will be going to Germany. Who will you leave in charge?" He could hear it in her voice. She doubted him, she thought he wouldn't make it.

"I'll leave Griffin in charge. That bastard knows how to run the business almost as good as I do. I'm sure he'll be a great asset while I'm in Germany."

"Yes sir. Would you like me to tell him?"

"Yes." Lovino paused, as he flipped to a page in his book. "Also, tell Reed, if he messes this up for me, he's a dead man."

"Yes sir. I'll remember that. I'll talk to Sullivan right now, and get him to get in contact with Captain Reed once more."

"Grazie." With that, Lovino hung up the phone as he tossed it aside. All that was left was the crackle of the fire as it's light lit up the room, illuminating the pictures in his mini book. The book was open to a page, which was in bold title "CAPTAIN REED" with an underline headline "Suspicious Character." Tsk, 'suspicious character' his ass. Lovino could probably outwit that bastard in a split second. Flipping the page to where there was writing, he read over his little notes that others and himself have left.

Diaz, Peter; I met up with him today. Captain Reed. He is quite a well built man. Muscular, blond... He's almost like any womans dream. He didn't seem suspicious. I met up with him by a local convinient store in Germany, where he told me to wait. He was exactly on time. He gave me information about my brother, and his where abouts. I followed them, and was able to retrive my brother. Good man.

Cruz, John; He didn't look like a man I was expecting. He said that the other Mafia was planning an attack on us. How did he know that when he's always in Germany? It's not like he can just walk around Italy, get all his info, and then leave. Can he? It makes me wonder what he's saying about our organization.

Harrison, Henry; He's reliable. I got the info I wanted, and was able to get out without a cop spotting me. Man, there are alot of patrols around the area he wanted to meet me in.

Lovino rolled his eyes. There was nothing special about this man. Half the comments that his men had left were either about how great of a man he was, or the strange meeting areas he wanted to meet them in. So far, none of the notes said anything about him being one to be afraid of. Just to 'be careful'. It was decided. When his desk lady called him back, he'd pack up, and go on the first train to Germany. He'd have to put together his plan, first. He didn't want to look too obvious, so he decided he shouldn't get fancy and dress up in a suit. He also decided to leave behind his trench coat and hat. It would almost pin him as a suspicious being if he were to walk around like he was a drug dealer. Unless, it was fall or winter. It was summer, though. He needed somewhere to put the drug too, so he needed to bring some sort of jacket.

Walking upstairs to examine his closet, Lovino picked out a dress shirt and a black vest, making sure it had pockets, and some casual black dress pants. One of the casual wears. He placed it neatly on his bed. He didn't want to think about the conciquences. He didn't want to think that there was a small chance he could fail. Reed seemed like he was reliable, but why did he want a trade like this? It was worth it, in his opinion. He blamed himself for what happened to his little brother so he had to be the man and 'man up'.

"Now just to play the waiting game.." He grumbled. Looking over to his nightstand he couldn't help but smile as he spotted the picture of him and his brother. He looked so innocent. Smiling idiotically, as he was holding a cake that had 'Happy Birthday Lovino' written on it. The picture was taken just last month, when his brother had gathered up some people and threw Lovino a birthday party. Why did he have to get hurt? Lovino groaned, as he ran a hand through his hair. He tried his best to keep the tears back that wanted to fall. His brother meant the world to him. For many different reasons. He was his brother, of course, but his brother was the one who cared about him the most. Sure Antonio was always there. He was the man who had taken him in, and shown him the way of life. Not, the Mafia, way of life, but one that was quaint. One he might have preferred over.. This.

"Fuck.. I swear, Feliciano. When I find the man who did this to you, he's going to pay." The Italian scowled, as he turned over the picture frame so the picture was on the desk, not showing his smiling brother.

"I'll get the money..." The Mafia had actually just put forwards most of their money on a new drug, which paralyzes their enemies in a matter of seconds. With it, no one was a match for the Mafia. They only needed just a drop to get into the blood system of a person, and as cruel fate might have it, the blood will make it's way through the person in less than a minute and freeze the heart. Was that the drug the man had wanted? They actually only had one vial of it. If they gave it away, they'd have lost all their work.

"It's worth it.." Reassuring himself, he made his way back downstairs. He'd play it cool for the next few days, or weeks, not getting himself into any sort of business until she called back. With answers. He assumed he'd just have to speak to the scientists in his work, and arrange to take the vial. It was a win/lose situation for him, but for his workers, it was lose/lose, having to come up with something just as good.

"They'll have to deal with it. Feliciano is part of the family... The realfamily... He's more important than some drug." He declared, as he grabbed his phone from where ever he had tossed it. "Time to contact Simon. I'm sure he wont be too pleased with me..."

[[Short chapter is short. This is the start of my Germano fic, one of my favorite pairings.

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