"Catch him! And don't let him get away like the other one!" I had overheard someone cry, watching as a little kid ran past me, laughing with his group of friends who were tailing behind him.

I don't know why, but for some reason I had the feeling they were playing a game about the Mafia.

I guess it's a really big topic down here in South Italy.

My name is Antonio Fernández Carriedo. I'm about 19 years old. It's only about a month away from my birthday, so I just say I'm 19.

I really live in Spain, but I just came over to South Italy because I wanted to see how it was down here. North Italy is actually a lot better than down here. It's probably because everyone down here is so... mean?

I really don't know how to put it.

The little kids run by me again and I start to laugh somewhat, turning with them since they were just circling around me. One of the little ones bump into me, looking up at me with worried eyes. I reached down, patting his head softly. "It's alright."

The boy had nodded slowly before running off again.

I sighed and smiled, continuing to move down the busy street. Almost everywhere, you could see little kids running around, hiding behind stands that were up and hiding behind adults, laughing and chasing each other.

As I continued to walk down the street with happy, closed eyes, I felt someone push past me. "Move it!" and agitated voice called, whirling past me. I blinked and turned, watching as a boy ran down the street.

"That way!" I heard somebody scream and I turned back, only to let a group of people almost trample me. I huffed, turning back to watch them round the corner after the boy that ran past me.

What was with all of that? I hesitate for awhile, picking my poison as I ran after the group of people.

Why would they be chasing that boy? I shake my head and start to run faster, quickly going past the group of people. They run insanely slow.

I scan around for the boy, huffing before I find him, looking back at me and turned down an alleyway. I start to catch up to him, rounding the alley corner and see him huddled up in the corner, hugging his knees to his chest.

I walk over to him and crouched down with a small smile.

"Are you okay?" I ask and he looks away.

"You shouldn't have followed me." He said coldly.

I tilted my head. "And why not?"

"Didn't you see all of those bastards that were chasing me?"

I nod.

"If they find me with you, they'll probably kill you too."

I hold up my hands. "Wait. Slow down. Kill m—"

"Shut up!" He says quickly and jumps up, covering my mouth. He pulled me more into the corner as you heard shouts in Italian and footsteps pass by.

"Cazzo, che era vicino." He mumbled, moving his hand away.

I blink. "Wait, wait. Back up a little bit. Why were those people chasing you?" I ask, not understanding a word of his Italian mumbling. I only know Spanish.

"I stole these." He said, pulling a handgun out from one pocket and a pocketknife out of the other.

"W-Why on earth would you do that?" I stare at the weapon as he holds them out for me.

"My Family wanted me to get them. Well, they wanted Feliciano to get them, really. But he didn't want to go, the lazy bastard. He almost got me killed."

"F-Family? Like the Mafia?"

"No, idiot. My family of squirrels. Yes, my Mafia family." He rolled his eyes.

I frowned a little. "And how old are you?"

"Sixteen. Why?"

I sighed. "A sixteen year old should not be interested in the Mafia. You're waaay too young."

He furrowed his eyebrows. " Non dirmi cosa posso o non posso fare, bastardo!"

I smirk. "Lo sentimos, pero no entiendo el italiano."

He stares at me. "Dammit, don't speak Spanish! I don't understand it!"

"Then don't speak Italian to me."

He grumbles.

"What's your name, anyway?" I ask quietly.

"Lovino. Yours?"

"Antonio."

He smiles widely. "Well Antonio, would you want to come with me to see my Family? I can't let you just run off knowing that I stole the stuff."

I stare at him with wide eyes. "It's not like I would tell anyone." I laugh nervously. "I wouldn't want to, since I know if your Family—of squirrels—found out, they would try to kill me."

He shook his head. "Damn, you think my family would want to tear you apart or something?"

I shake my head also.

"Well, my Family isn't that bad." He says, ruffling his hair a little bit as he takes me out of the alley, looking around. "There's my brother, Feliciano. He's not that much of a good fighter and all that. Then our Boss, Alessa. Yes, she's a girl but she's damn good at leading a Family."

"A girl? Is she scary?' I ask.

He shook his head. "Well, unless she's pissed off at you. And that doesn't just rarely happen."

I nod, staying quiet about the whole way there. Lovino just explained to me about all of the Family members he had, so I would just occasionally nod.

We got up to the building, Lovino pushing the rusted door open.

"Their probably up on the top floor. Come on." He said, going over to the stairs. I go up them behind him, the tapping of our feet the only noise that was audible for awhile. But once we got up a few more floors, you could hear talking.

"Their up here. Or, hopefully it's them." He mumbles, pushing another set of doors open to a lit room. The room actually looked pretty lively, not like how I would imagine it.

A girl behind a desk, -Who I was guessing was Alessa—turned to look at me along with another boy who looked almost exactly like Lovino. I guess it was Feliciano.

"Fratello!" Feliciano smiled. "You're here! What took you so long?"

"I just took a little detour, Feli." He glared at him. "Why? Did you think I wasn't going to do my task, you damn bastard?"

"N-No, no! It's not that!" He smiled, looking away. "It's just that I was getting a bit worried—"

"Well, don't you idiotic—"

"Alright, Alright. That's enough fighting for one day." Alessa sighed, looking up at Lovino. "Did you get what I told you to?" she asked with a small playful smile.

The rude Italian nodded, taking the weapons out from his pocket, setting them down on the table."

"Bene,bene." She smiled more, her mouth turning into a little kitten-like smile.

It really reminded me of Bella's smile.

She took the weapons into her hand and looked at them. "Alright. Alanzo and Alfonso. Come here."

Two boys that were chatting in the corner turned around and went over to her.

"Hmm?" One tilted his head.

"What is it?" the other tilted his head the opposite way.

Alessa handed them the weapons with a devious smile. "I already told you what needs to be done. So go do it." She ordered.

And without hesitation, they went out the door.

Alessa stretched, plopping back down on the chair behind the desk. Her eyes wandered over to me, and the playful smirk returned again.

"Who's the new kid?' She jerked her chin my way.

Lovino looked away. "Just some guy I ran into. He helped me hide and I couldn't let him leave since he knows I stole that stuff." He shrugged.

She nodded, lifting her feet to rest on the table. "What's your name, kid?"

"Antonio." I say.

She smiles and purrs. "Well I'm Alessa, if you didn't know." She pauses, her smile fading. "You're not from here, are you?"

"No ma'am."

She giggled. "Listen, I'm probably only a year or two older than you. No need to call me 'ma'am'. Just call me Alessa."

"Lo sentimos." I smiled.

She purrs again. "Ah, we got a Spanish boy here."

I nod with a hint of a blush.

She laughs and just leans back in the chair with a big sigh. "Awh, jeez." She mumbles and closes her eyes, rubbing her temples.

"W-Whats wrong, Capo?" Feliciano asks with almost wide eyes.

She shakes her head. "Stress, I guess. I dunno."

Feliciano nodded, going over to her and smiled, rubbing her shoulders. "vehveh~ Why don't you just relax?"

Alessa rolled her shoulders. "Being a Boss is tough stuff." She sighed again, looking over at Lovino. "Lovi, you can have the rest of the day off, alright?"

Lovino nodded.

Alessa smiled. "Why don't you show Antonio around Italia?"

Another nod before he turned around and walked up to the doors, opening them again.

"Come on, Toni." He smiles a little. "I've got a lot to show you."

As I took the first step outside of the doorway, I wonder if those kids were still playing their Mafia game.

Translations:

Cazzo, che era vicino – Shit, that was close.

Non dirmi cosa posso o non posso fare, bastardo!- Do not tell me what I can or can not do, you bastard!

Lo sentimos, pero no entiendo el italiano- I'm sorry, I don't speak Italian.

Fratello- Brother

Bene- Good

Lo sentimos- I'm sorry.

Capo- Boss

Other stuff:

Antonio Fernández Carriedo- Spain

Lovino Vargas- Romano/ South Italy

Feliciano Vargas- Italy/North Italy

Bella- Belgium

Other names- Random characters I made up. (;3)

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