The world meetings, how boring. Italy smiled and looked at Germany who just rolled his eyes and told him to pay attention. America was going on about some stupid superhero idea, per usual. How many times did he have to be told that his idea was stupid? It was pissing Italy off! Not that anyone would be able to tell with how cute he is. Vee?
"I agree with America." Japan said. Jeez Japan, how in pasta covered Hell would you accomplish that?
"Shut up or I'll beat you with my peace prize!" The Swiss yelled. After that England, France and America bickered.
"I swear to God that one of these days I'm going to kill them all." Canada mumbled. Wait...Canada?! The nation was usually quiet during these meetings, usually to the point where nobody noticed him. Italy, being the secret genius that he was, noticed him. He was too quiet and polite, he had to have a dark secret. He knew he had more common sense then his older Brother, so why wasn't Canada noticed? Did he want to be that way so he could take over everything quietly? Italy wouldn't go down easily...He may act like a idiot but that was his own plan...this had to be Canada's!

Italy, out of shock turned an stared at Canada for what he said. Canada looked at him before taking a double take and shaking his head. He is probably looking through me. Canada thought.
Italy smiled his normal oblivious smile and wrote down a note before flicking it at Canada as he went to put more pasta on his plate. A motion unnoticeable by the other countries. Canada looked at it and lifted it up, pointing at himself in wonder. Italy nodded. "What in Maple Syrup..." He muttered. The note was something that culdn't have been written by the dits. Italy was stupid beyond belief, in fact Canada himself hardly believed it, but this?
Dear Matthew; saying that you'll kill them all isn't the brightest thing to do in the middle of a meeting. Not when Russia is around anyways, cause when Russia is around you shouldn't give him hints about your true personality. Could be dangerous and set back my plans. Don't be as stupid as your Brother. Meet me in the kitchen tonight around six, si? We shall speak of questions you may have. Also, don't tell anybody or I will find out. Signed; Feliciano.

...How in the Hockey did he write THAT fast?! He looked away, not sure how to respond...Italy used his first name. He knew he existed! With a sly look Canada nodded at Italy who was talking to Germany about fetachini so he wasn't sure he saw until he looked him dead in the eyes and smirked. This wasn't the Italy that Canada knew...or anyone knew for that matter...Who was this?

AFTER THE WORLD MEETING

"Pasta, pasta, pasta, pasta!" Italy sang, skipping down the hallway towards the kitchen of the world meeting place. "Going to make some pasta!" He could feel people's eyes on him as he skipped away with a idiot smile on his face.
"Why did Germany take him in? He's such a idiot." "Not good at all for battle." "He's going to get Germany killed one of these days." "He's just so useless, why hasn't anyone been able to take him over yet?" "Why is he so dense? Did Austria forget to teach him?"
Italy heard them all...he continued smiling, like he always did. Yeah, the insults hurt but you know what will hurt more? When Italy slammed his gun in their faces and broke their skulls open. Yeah, those fuckers deserved it. Years of making fun of him because of his relationship with Holy Roman Empire...
"They say he's the reason Holy Roman Empire died." He couldn't contain it anymore.
"I hate'a you so much!" Italy cried, tears flowing down his face. "Don't talk about Holy Rome like that!" The douchebags stopped and stared at him, regret clear in their eyes. Italy wasn't so forgiving. Cuba and Turkey, Italy made a mental note to kill them slowly when it was time...And with Cuba, while using one of his secret torture methods, Italy would eat ice cream. Just to piss that little fucker off more.
Italy ran away, tears in his eyes. Yeah right, like he would show his real tears to pathetic things like them. He had more important things to do, like check over Canada. Ally or enemy? Hm...He couldn't tell just yet. That's when he walked into the kitchen and spotted Canada making pancakes. "Oh, hiya Canada! Is anyone else here?" Italy said cheerily, wiping the tears from his eyes as he searched around and made sure that the camera's in the kitchen were still broken. It was only the cute little Italy who used the place anyways. "Good, now that is over with, what the fuck?" Italy glared, his eyes seeming darker then usual and his voice deeper then before as he swore.
"Wha-what are you talking about?" Canada asked innocently. Italy only glared and smirked, grabbing Canada's shoulder and pushing him close to the hot burners.
"Don't lie to me you maple loving psycho. I've been paying close attention to you and you're not nearly as innocent as you act, so before you start acting cute I'm already sick of it. I didn't call you here so we could pretend to be cute little buddies, got it?" Italy snarled before giving Canada one last push and taking a step away, giving him time to realize the threat Italy was and that if he cooperated nothing would happen to him. Italy was a Mafia Boss after all, why did everyone forget that?
"And you think I find you're cute act good? Its revolting, it makes me sick just watching it." Canada retorted. The two glared at each other for a moment before a evil smirk found itself onto their faces.
"This is the perfect crime..." Italy chuckled.
"No one would ever suspect us!" Canada laughed. "Feliciano."
"Matthew." The smile grew bigger.
"Let's take over the world!" The two cheered.
"Italy, are you in here brosif?" America barged in and grinned. "Yo! Dog! Make me some of your kick ass burgers yo!"
"Alrighty, Alfy!" Italy beamed, waving at America. "Canada, I think your pancakes are burning."
"Oh Maple!"

XXX

Canada looked around, making sure no one was around as he walked into the small bar in Italy's home town. It was dark and smelt of smoke and whiskey. Did Italy really spend his time in a place like this? He didn't think Italy smoked, nor did he ever think that he ever seen him drink any alcohol since the time he first met Italy. "U-um, excuse me." Canada said quietly.
The men at the bar looked over at Canada and sized him up before laughing and saying something to each other in Italian. "Go home kid, it isn't safe for you here." One of the men said in a horrible excuse for English.
"I, um, am looking for Feliciano Varagas." Matthew mumbled.
"Eh? Topolino?" Canada turned and looked at the man confused. Chestnut hair with a single curl hanging out of it. He wore a black hat which matched his black suit and tie, underneath the suit's jacket he wore a wrinkled blue and black dress shirt. His shoes were shined beautifully and the three things that shocked Canada the most was the glass of scotch in his hand, the cigar in the other and a woman standing next to him. Italy... "Eh! Mattie!" Italy cheered. "You came! Hey, baby I got work to do."
"Okay, by the way, when you get home I'll have a surprise for you." She giggled, Italy chuckled and gave the woman a kiss before smacking her ass and sending her off. "Bye bye! Ciao!"
"A surprise?" Canada laughed as Italy took him to the back room. "Italy, you player!" Over the duration of the world meeting Canada and Italy became rather...good friends it seemed. They were able to tease each other without insulting the other and able to talk to each other about certain things. Girls and daughters were always a iffy one. Italy wanted to meet Canada's girls but like hell would the Northern country allow this mobster meet his sweet girls. PEI, Ontario, Yukon, over his dead body. Then again, Italy was willing to let Canada meet his own, though Italy's kids were a mix of him and Romano which would mean they swear. A lot.
"Oh shut it." Italy snickered. "She's my cook, she is making pasta today."

As per usual, the second the door closed behind Canada the Italian got straight to business. How could anyone have mistaken Italy for the idiot he pretended to be. Italy was too violent for that! "So, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"We're going to kill Sealand." Italy informed, sitting down on his Mafia chair and knocking off the ashes on his cigar. "Arthur is going to be blamed for it too."
"Tries bien!" Canada clapped. "How is that going to happen, Feliciano?"
"I stored a large shipment of Australian seaweed for this occasion. You see, we're having a special world meeting in two days and Sealand will be there. Someone is going to whisper that England was going to invade the tiny nation to prove that he wasn't a country, Sealand, being a child is going to get angry and start yelling at Arthur for it, who will defend himself cause England is bored with Sealand. This fight will be bigger then the rest and with Sealand disappearing after that everyone will assume England did it. Meanwhile, Peter will be tied up with that rope like seaweed Australia gave me with a weight tied to it. Needless to say, the four man country is too weak to fight back and will quickly die." Italy grinned. "Si?"
Canada nodded. Brilliant. Italy was a genius...A evil genius. "And what will happen to Arthur?"
"Sealand was weak and no one will really have proof that it was him, it just plants a seed of distrust. If we add that card to our deck we will have more of a advantage on our mission. So, topolino. You should bring your daughters over so I can introduce them to my kids."
"Say, Italy." Canada frowned. "What does Topolino mean?"
"Nee?" Italy chuckled. "It means little mouse."
"Fuck you man." Matthew sighed.
"Your small and quiet like a mouse, but mice are also clever little creatures. Just like you, my friend." Feliciano grinned. Canada just chuckled and put maple syrup in the scotch Italy gave him. Maple syrup was good in everything.

XXX

"Verona! Emilia, Romagna! Veneto!" Italy called. The other kids were with Romano and Spain or out on their own already. Italy's four loved him too much to leave.
"Papa!" Verona squealed, throwing her arms around her father. "I heard the news! Are you alright?!"
"I'm fine, Bambino." Italy grinned, kissing her forehead. Verona had Italy's hair curl and his general facial structure. Her hair was long and just like Italy, she was smart but hid it well with her personality. "Where are your siblings?"
"Papa!" Emilia and Romagna rushed into the room. The twins smiling sweetly at their Father. They were one province together, just like North Italy and South Italy. Then there was Veneto. He strolled into the room with a cocky grin on his face.
"Hey there pops!" Venny waved. The twins were fancy, like always, Emilia wearing her dress and Roman wearing his normal suit, and each one having their respective curl. Emilia having Romano's and Roman having his Grandpa Romes double curl. Venny however, was the black sheep of the group. His shirt wasn't tucked in, he refused to wear a tie, one piece of his hair was ridiculously long and the rest of it was spiked, he wore normal jeans and no matter what, this boy was always a jerk and against Italy's wishes, a very tall jerk. "Glad to see your still alive, but hey, if you did die would I get the country?"
Italy sighed and pulled his gun out and frowned. Pointing it at Venny and smiling. "What was that ungrateful question?"
"Sorry Pops!" Venny freaked.
Ignoring his disobedient son Italy looked at the others. "We are having guests."
"Guests?! Vee!" Verona jumped up and down as joyful as usual. "When papa?!"
The doorbell rang. "Now."
"Fuck this shit." Venny rolled his eyes, earning him a scary ass glare from his Father.

There was four people who walked in, the one that his Dad brought over often known as Canada or Matthew Williams and three of his daughters. "Hey! Topolino!" Italy waved.
"Stop calling me that." Canada sighed.
One of the girls, the blond one with pig tales and glasses burst out laughing. "He called you a little mouse Mattie!"
"Nee, I'm Verona!" The very Italy like girl ran over to the blond. "It's nice to meet you! Vee!"
"Feh..." The girl turned. The black haired girl smacked the girl with glasses and smile back at Verona.
"Be nice Ontario." The black haired one said sweetly, sounding just as evil as Russia.
"I'm PEI! Nice to meet you!" The small red head giggled. "Or Hana!"
"I'm Verona, these are the twins. Emilia and Romagna and my Papa, Feliciano. Yup, that's everyone important." Verona nodded, making her papa chuckle.
"HEY!" Veneto growled, picking up his sister and shaking her. "I'm here too you know!"
"I said everyone important!" She clarified.
"Sorry to interrupt your family babbling," The black haired girl started. "I'm Yukon Territory, or Renae. Your choice."
Venny looked up and nodded at her. "I'm Veneto, or Venny. That's your choice." He mocked slightly.
The girl glared at him, reminding him oddly of Russia...Maybe Canada just kidnapped her as a child and she was secretly one of Russia's children...Yeah, that made sense. "Venny your a moron." Emilia stated. "I know you're thinking, stop it. The smoke is filling the room."
"That'a girl." Ontario smirked.
"I've come bringing booze!" Another Italy like child walked in and spotted the people before setting the whiskey on the table and running in the other direction.
"Wait! Brother Lazio! Come back!" Roman pouted.
"Ontario, introduce yourself." Canada said, sounding somewhat annoyed.
"I'm Ontario, AKA Alyssa." She said which one could assume was her normal bitchy tone. Oh Goody, another brat. Venny frowned. Her eyes found him. "Got a problem punk?"
"You're tone, kid." Venny raised his eyebrow.
The girls eyes went from a foggy blue to a sharp purple, seeming to declare war. Italy turned to Canada and laughed before leaning against the wall and offering Canada a cigar. "Let's see how much I've taught this kid."
"I don't smoke, and she's always like that." Canada frowned. Italy put his own cigar in his mouth and nodded.
"Papa, can I step in?" Yukon looked towards her father.
"No! No! I wanna see how this pans out!" Italy waved the kid away. "Come on Venny!"
"I don't want to hurt a girl," Venny started.
"Then pretend I'm not a fucking girl!" Ontatio yelled.
"By all means." Venny laughed, his gun seeming to find its way to his hand instantly as he pointed it towards her. Quickly Ontario grabbed her own weapon and made it come out. Retractable scythe, impressive. Tilting his head to the side Venny took off the safety. "Bang, if I wanted to you'd already be dead."
"I wouldn't get so cocky kid." She frowned.
"Bang, I've killed you again." Reaching back she chucked her scythe, throwing it at him and missing by the curl. She smiled and began to turn when he shot his gun right in front of her face, the bullet missing by a centimetre. "You can throw, I can shoot, only after you throw you're weapon, how do you defend yourself?"
She paused before walking towards him. "Like this." She snarled before slamming her fist into his stomach and kneeing his chest.
"Still killed ya twice now." He chuckled and groaned.
"You want me to kill you for real punk?!"
"ENOUGH!" Verona shouted, her own weapons out. One trained at Ontatio and another one pointed at Venny. "It isn't often we have guests so I swear to Pasta if you ruin this for me I'm killing you both!"
"I was about to say, hey, I'm your brother, but then I remembered that means shit to her." Venny said simply.

Ontario bit her lip, trying not to talk. "Fu-fu-fu-fu." She mumbled.
"Interesting kids you have there." Italy burst out laughing.
"She spent far too much time with your Brother." Canada sadly said.
"It would have ended a lot quicker if I stepped in." She gave her Russia-like glare at the two.
"So..." Emilia started.
"Would you like some pasta?" Roman finished as they spoke to PEI.
"Yummy!" She grinned. The three smiled at each other and walked away, a beautiful friendship forming.

On the other hand...Venny and Ontario glared at each other, snarling, while Verona, with her mass amount of guns that Italy thought was physically impossible to carry, pointed her weapons at the others in the room. Yukon looked at Verona. "Forgive my idiotic sister, she is like this a lot."
"Promise no more fighting." Verona glared at her brother and Ontario.
"Fuck that." The two mumbled in unison.
"Now," Yukon got between the two and pushed them apart. "No make out sessions!"
"I'm going to fucking kill you." Ontario growled.
"I rather make out with you." Venny winked at Renae. "You are much more my style."

"Pardon, my earmuffs are too big, I didn't hear you." Yukon raised her eyebrow.
"Your are hot, I rather make out with you." He said louder.
"He's just so...daft..." Verona sighed.
"You're my perfect size, Renae" He grinned looking her up and down, honestly meaning his words.
She looked at him, dead serious. "It's not fat, its flubber."
"Doesn't matter, you are hot!" He smirked.
"No, actually I'm naturally cold." She replied rather bluntly.
"Fine, fine, whatever you say. Even if it wasn't flubber it would be hot." He nodded. "Wanna go out?"
She gave a tired glare. "You must follow my rules then."
"And those are?" He questioned.
"Wake me up early, die. Steal or take my scarf, die. Insult my papa, I will brutally hack you into pieces." She smiled.
"Sweet." He chuckled. "I hate waking up early in the first place and I don't need a scarf,"
"You better not need a scarf." She interjected.
"And I don't know your papa enough to insult him, so we good? Like Italian food?"
"Oui." Venny was shocked to see how cute her smile was.
"I did not see this one coming." Italy stated, shocked. "I thought you're daughter would have higher standards."
"Hey! Dad!" Venny sulked. "I'm right here!"
Italy stalked towards his son and poked his forehead. "That's the point, Pasticcino."
"Don't call me that." Venny grumbled, a small blush on his face.

Yukon giggled. "It's a cute nickname."

"Now, you kids go do stuff, me and Topolino have things to do." Italy frowned at his son. "Not that."
"Si, si." Venny chuckled and grinned at Yukon. "Let's go out for dinner, belladonna!"
"I thought we were eating dinner here." Verona tilted her head to the side.
"You are, but I want to take Renae on a date." Venny offered his hand to Yukon and smiled a sweet smile at her. "Shall we?"
"Yes, lets." She giggled, taking his arm. Venn's grin beamed as he walked out with her.
"Now that all that shits done with," He turned to Canada. "Whats the matter with Ontario?" The girl was still biting onto her tongue.
"That fucker just took my little sister." She hissed.
"Don't worry." Verona smiled. "He is a sweetheart to girls."
"Fuck you talking about?" Ontario cussed.
"Most girls anyways..."

XXX

"Now." Italy swirled around on his chair. "World domination."
"If I knew Ontario would be like that I wouldn't have brought her." Canada said. "I think she had another fight with Quebec."
"Is that her boyfriend or something?" Feliciano yawned.
"Nope, brother."
"Same thing these days." The Italian looked at Canada and nodded. "Next I was thinking we kill Romano and America at the same time."
"Oh?" Canada questioned, not expecting him to say Romano.
"Yes. But, I have to get rid of Spain first." He fiddled with his drink. "But I could just catch that guy off guard, I'll throw a grenade at him and then bam. No one will guess it was me cause I have a past with messing up with those things."
"Then why use it if you might mess up?" Italy raised his eyebrow before Canada remembered. "Oh yes, you fake a lot of things outside your house." Durp.
"Si. Then we go after out brothers. Now, with you, all you need to do is hold a McDonalds bag and then ambush him. Say it was for Alaska or some shit like that." The Italian fanned himself out of boredom. "Then you'll have America, and really, who will miss that dick?"
Italy was so different from the way he acted around others then how he acted with Canada. He seemed...more at ease like this. Given, he was a bigger dick then Romano, but then again it is Romano. "Alright." Canada agreed. "We have a world meeting soon, oui?"
"Yes, over Sealand's disappearance." Italy sat up and grinned. "I'll tell Japan that I am worried about England cause of his fight with Sealand last time we saw the two! That will peak Japans interests and he probably already realized that himself too! It's brilliant!"
"Indeed." Canada said quietly. "But Italy, one thing."
"Si?"
"What about Russia?" Matthew stared into the Italians amber drink, worried about the vile man.
"Thats true...He might catch onto us." Italy though deeply.
"I can talk to Belrus about something." Canada looked up at Italy. "She told me Russia can't swim." That peaked Italy's interest.
"Beautiful."