8 mofos? yep. Only a few turned out to be online, though~

Rupsha's A/N: HEY GUYS. SO LIKE - IT'S FRIDAY. WIN. Anyway, come on, settle in. Get some popcorn, we're gonna have fun here. So how did this explode? Well, the eight of us are fellow writers that bumped into each through the rough times of war . . . -snickers- . . . and shit went down. The idea for this story came from mah bitch, Lani, who can't a/n coz...she's sleeping. Or something. I dont know. But anyway - here's a little mysterious prolouge. Crack pairings? Uh, indeed. But it all works out. As for the question of who is Amarilla, she is Texas, an OC. :3 Have fun~ See you down below ;)

KENNET'S A/N: Sooo, I'm actually really grateful for my partners, even if I get a little snappy, that they all were able to at least get the prologue done before the 10th ended. I really enjoy working with them, and hopefully we can all collaborate together to get the story done and done. Uh... As for the story itself, it's probably mindfucking you right now huh? Well, no worries. More will be explained as we go on~ ありがと!

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Nicolette's A/N: Yo! El Presidente here~ So before you read this mafia/crime/romance/somewhatangst/EPIC fanfictions. There might be some things you need to know. And if they were mentioned already,well HERES ANOTHER WARNING. 1. Crack pairings. deaths EVEN BEFORE THE PRESENT TIME. sexuality over here,yaoi,yuri,AND hetro. I don't want to spoil it ALL for you,so read on!. Please enjoy this,me and my other toast sorellas worked hard,late nights,5 minute coffee breaks,and many obstacles were jumped. …SO ENJOY MOSUCKRAS!

Nisi's A/N: Like, Merhaba~. Uhm. . . I'm very happy with my people I'm working with. The story is really going to be awesome. C: Oh yes, the story is sexy. Crack pairings are awesome. WHEN IT WORKS~. I MEAN, IT'S HOT YO. Excuse me for my sexy, but yes. Characters are going to die. So, if you don't like character death, Sorry boo~. I love you toast sorellas, and I love whoever reads this fanfic. C: Short is short. VICE PRESDENT TOROKOOOOOO~. SHIZZY.

Lenley's A/N: SO GUYS. DON'T BE A BITCH AND BITCH ABOUT THIS. BECAUSE I WILL GET NORWAY'S TROLL AND CHASE AFTER YOU. This was really long, no bashing please, this is purely for fun, for fans, by fans etc etc. ALSO KEEP BITCHING. I'LL HAVE AN ANGRY MOB OF PUFFINS CHASE AFTER YOU. 3 I am the ultimate Sorella, next to El Presidente Toast which sounds like some margarita drink. GOOD DAY TO YOU CHAPS.

Almighty Ruler Nana's: Hey bitches, -sighs- FINALLY ITS PUBLISHED, WE'VE BEEN WORKING FOR LIKE A MONTH! ^
ANYWAYS, READERS, ILU, HAVE MY BABIES, SERIOUSLY, IN THE REVIEWS, TELL ME IF YOU'LL HAVE THEM, PRETTY PLEASE?
ENJOY THIS ODDLY SERIOUS CRACK, AND ILL BE IN CHARGE OF THE BRAGINSKIS' AND TEH BONNEFOYS' BA-DA-BING~
PS. SUCK IT~

DISCLAIMER: WE DONT OWN SHIT EXCEPT THE PLOT. BLEH.


CHAPTER SONG: .com/watch?v=Q_qnT7YV-Hc

Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon

All my time is froze in motion
Can't I stay an hour or two or more
Don't let me let you go
Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well


Wednesday, 2nd October, 2019.

10:15 am.

"Hey. . Heyyyy. Look at this." The small girl held up a small folder. "People Profiles" It read. The older boy took the folder and began skimming through it, stopping every here and there. "Who are they?" "I... I know them, but I don't remember them that much." She explained as she gave a small whine. "I-Ivan . . . Braginski? Russian mob boss . . ."


Monday, 7th January, 2019.

9:12 pm

Ivan sighed, standing up, lavender eyes scanning the empty warehouse with contempt.

The floors were filthy with blood and rust, rubbish and bodies scattered around the gray-brown concrete.

The russian brushed the dust of his slacks and pulled out his cell phone.

Click.

"Natalia?"


Tuesday, 13th June, 2017.

12:00 pm

"...Amarilla, there have been reports of you drugging the medication with Cyanide for the patients. The medication bottles all have your name on it, and I'm pretty sure there isn't anyone else that could do this in the clinic."

Her pout turned into a frown; What? Why the fuck would anyonethink that she was the one poisoning the medication? Yes, she knew what Cyanide was—It was a drug that killed the person almost instantaneously. They would turn blue, they would lose oxygen, and then their bodies would drop to the floor. Dead. She was still a college student, so she wasn't dealing with those chemicals.

Hell, she didn't even know if she would be dealing with them later on in her life.


Friday, 15th November, 2002.

1:00 am

Arthur reached up and swept a grimy hand through his hair.

"The land stays." His eyes - ground fine and moss green - trailed over the German's face.

Ludwig cast a glance in the Italian man's direction and nodded. "My land, my property."

There was a silence, being crackled by the sound of autumn leaves rustling against each other outside the balcony.

Ronaldo jerked the cigar out of his mouth and smiled innocently at his enemies. "You're not going to make this easy for me, are you~?"


Wednesday, 2nd October, 2019.

10:16 am

"A lot of the names sound familiar, huh?" He looked at all the different handwriting-different stories that were being told throughout all the files that they were pulling out. "I wonder if they were hiding all this!"

"A lot of sad stories are popping up in here... I never knew a bunch about this.. Especially with Auntie Ama!"

"Turn the page, turn the page~!" The seemingly older boy squealed, grabbing her hand and turning the page together.


Monday, 7th January, 2019.

9:15 pm

"Yes, brother?" Came the obident reply.

It made him shiver.

"I'm done here, da." Ivan droned. "Come pick me up."

"Dy, I'll be right there, big brother. I love you."


Tuesday, 13th June, 2017.

12:05 pm

Another Page Flip-more content showing all the while...

"There has ta be some sort of misunderstanding." Her eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms over her chest. Oh geez. The southern accent was getting to her once again. She was usually able to keep it from getting out of her mouth whenever she was pissed or content. Right now, though, she couldn't keep it in. Why would her own bossconfuse her for some idiot who decided to poison the patients. "I don't use Cyanide in anything. I haven't even worked with the chemicals yet! Come on, Boss.. There has ta be some sort of mistake."

"Well, it doesn't look like it." He dug into his pocket, pulling out a vial of what looked like a gray liquid inside.

Amarilla gasped; Her heart had stopped, she froze in her tracks, and she practically shivered.

It wasn't that poison scared her, no. It was what was on the vial...

Property of Amarilla Salinas.

She was going to jail.. She was going to go to jail, and she knew it.


Friday, 15th November, 2002.

1:12 am

Ludwig scoffed. "Of course not! My children will take over after my death and they won't let you go." It was a threat disguised as a statement.

Arthur clicked his tongue, seeming irked by the German man.

"Si, very well . . ." Ronaldo mused, licking his lips.

Just then the door creaked open.


Wednesday, 2nd October, 2019.

10:20 am

"No way...his name is in here a whole lot!"

"Well duh, it says here he was responsible for most of this stuff happening!" The boy leaned in closer and took a page from the file, eyes scanning the whole paper. The girl pouted and stuck her hand out,attempting to get it back.

"Hey! Give it back,give it!" She dropped the paper and chased the giggling boy around, untill finally she grabbed the corner of it and then-

Riiiiiiip

"...Uh oh..."

"Whoops!"

"..It was your fault!"


Monday, 7th January, 2019.

9:16 pm

He frowned, "Da." he replied.

"I know."

He disconnected, phone snapping shut.


Friday, 15th November, 2002.

1:13 am

"Bruder, what kind of crack comedy are you holding here?" Gilbert snapped and sharp light weeped in from the where the door was open. His sour, crimson-eyed stare was directed at Ludwig and he strode forward until he was standing next to Ronaldo.

"What does it fucking look like, you oblivious git?" Arthur asserted and his face hardened.

Ronaldo chuckled.

Ludwig exhaled. "I-It's my fault . . ." He scrubbed a hand over his face. "I - am in debt."

As those words left him, Gilbert's jaw dropped, the creases in his face unfurling until the skin was smooth.

"W-what . . .?"


Wednesday, 2nd October, 2019.

10:22 am

"T-They have a lot of back history, huh?" The boy mumbled before turning the page.

"Yep!" The girl chirped as she continued to look onto the paper.

"I wonder where are they now. . . Are they alive too?" "Well they mustbe if it doesn't say they're dead on the paper." The girl pointed out.

"You never know. . ."


Monday, 7th January, 2019.

9:22 pm

A smirk; delicate, tan fingers brushing a lock of coppery hair behind one ear.

"Move in. . ." was the command, several men nodding to themseles as well as others as they quietly and carefully flodded the lower ground of the multi-story warehouse.

"Ready. . .? . . . GO!"


Sunday, 16th December, 2012.

2:03 pm

How many pages until it ended? They didn't know...

"What do you mean you're resigning?" The brunette's uncle hissed to his niece. She winced and shut her eyes quickly, not wanting to see her uncle mad at her.

"Open your eyes!" He barked to her and they snapped open.

"Answer me." Her pristine eyes looked up, pleading to her uncle silently. She didn't want to tell him why. The actual reason why. She couldn't bring herself to say it though.


Friday, 15th November, 2002.

1:15 am

"That . . Heroin . . ." Gilbert trailed off as realization dawned on his face.

Ronaldo chuckled darkly. "Si, Luddy, you took my clients? I take you."


Sunday, 16th December, 2012.

2:06 pm

"I'm sick and tired of all the killing.. All the hurting.. I.. It's Inhumane!" She began. She only heard her uncle bark out laughter.

"You weren't saying that when you joined!" He stated bluntly before laughing again. She winced again. "B-but-" "Look here." He started before she could even continue.

"Torii. Your Lithuanian branch of this is needed more than you think. You need to stay in this." His crimson eyes seemed to soften a bit. She felt guilty. She wanted to make her uncle proud. For Ludwig. For him as well. Even for her brother and sister. But she couldn't handle this anymore. She was cracking worse than before.

"Uncle Gil... I'll do one last thing, and then I'm done.. Tell me when you need me for this."

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.


Wednesday, 2nd October, 2019.

10:26 am

"God you're an idiot!"

"Who taught you those words? You're like...5!" The little girl smacked the boy on the arm and put the torn piece of paper back in the file,and turned to a new page.

"I'm older than 5 stupid!" The boy rolled his eyes and scanned down the page,names from before popped up again, Alfred...Torii...Ama-

"M-Maria?" Both children perked their head up at the new name called out.

"Wait, wait...Maria who?" The girl ran her finger down the page and stopped at the name they had been staring at.

"Maria...De-la...Cruz?"

"No...way..."


November 25th

8:45 am

"Also, the competition in the north? Taken care of, their boss practically handed over his resources to us,that Matt guy is alright…for your cousin at least." Alfred snorted and waved the last comment off, Maria nodded. Some family members shouldn't be mentioned constantly,the Canadian was one of them.

"Anything else?" Alfred kept his gaze in front of him,but he paid full attention to the Filipina. "Right,well maybe something off topic," she snapped the folder shut.

"Your sister? Jen? Well she sends her regards to her dearest brother and half-sister.

Alfred actually smiled a wholesome smile and nodded, "Awesome, shes putting her badass med skills to use I bet. Make sure to pass word to Torii afterwards." Maria cracked a grin and kissed him on the cheek, before sliding off the bed and casually making her way to the door of their bedroom. It's a skill to make it casual while wearing nothing but a thin silk robe.

"Of course…baby-blue."


Monday, 7th January, 2019.

9:26 pm

The stomp of feet, the splintering of the wood of a door, several men charging in, quickly gripping tight onto the Russian man, holding him down, faces avoiding the fallen commrads.

"Give up now. . . or else. . ." Were the only words said in the heavy silence, a childish giggle following it.


Friday, 15th November, 2002.

1:16 am

A growl rumbled up Arthur's chest. "Those bloody drugs weren't supposed to go where they did!"

"But they went there! And that was the last straw, Luddy . . ." His accent thickened and he adjusted his pinstripe fedora.

Ronaldo's men smirked in the shadows as their leader tugged out a silver pistol. He cocked it at Ludwig before positioning it at the centre of his throat.

"Addio."


Wednesday, 23rd November, 2011

1:00 pm

The ticking of the clock on the wall was broke through the still silence. Pencils were scribbling fast on the papers in the classroom. "Torii, come to the office please. Bring your backpack" Rang the intercom. Instantly a brunette's head snapped up before hesitantly standing up to walk out of the room with her handbag, or so called "backpack".

"Torii, you are expelled."

"W-what? Why? What did I do?" She cried.

"We heard from a former student that you are part of the Mafia. Miss Torii, you know we do not allow these type of things in our school. Either you end your ties or get out of this school." The principle hissed to her. She was furious. And she knew who told. Damn it all to hell. She was trembling, so upset now. She stormed out of the school. She wanted to get away from this. More of all: She wanted to get away from him ruining her.


Tuesday, 17 April, 2018

11:07 pm

"I'm alive... I'm alive, and that's all there is to it.."

She had been running for days, to the point where she created a hideout somewhere in the city. Whenever she saw the Police, she was paranoid. She felt like she was going to get caught almost every hour, to the point where her nerves made her want to puke. With a quivering draw of a breath, she ran out into the city sidewalks, moving through countless numbers of people.

..Then she bumped into a taller man.

That man, wore a Kafeeyah.


Wednesday, 2nd October, 2019.

10:30 am

" I. . . I think I know who she exactly is. . ." The little girl murmured.

"Really now?"

". . . Maybe." She frowned and crossed her hand across her chest. She hated knowing the feeling that she knew them, but not exactly knowing who they were. And it quite literally made her want to kick a door.

"By the looks of it. . . They got a lot on their plates. . "

"Yeah. . . "


Friday, 15th November, 2002.

1:18 am

"Remember, Ronaldo . . . My tree is not dying if I do." Ludwig stated with a grunt, shifting in his position. His skin blanched as the Italian simply drove it harder into the German's adam's apple with a smile.

"For fuck's sake, Bruder, you're not dying! I won't let it happen!" Gilbert howled, the hand in which he gripped the weapon quaking.

With fear.

Ludwig blinked and neglected his brother. "There is Torii . . . There is Alfred." He hissed.

Ronaldo's eyebrows raised in question. "And there is Lovina. What's your point?" He smiled and his finger twitched over the trigger, ready to apply pressure.

"Women in the workplace . . .?" Arthur mumbled irately to himself.


Monday, 7th January, 2019.

9:28 pm

Ivan growled trying to look up to the faces of his foolish captives. He was met with a swift kick to the face in return.

Iron toed boots meeting his nose with a 'crunch'.

The russian choked a scream as blood ran down his face and throat in rivits.

The salty taste was smothiring him, he struggled like a captive animal, thrashing and kicking, but there was just way too many men. He was vastly overpowered.

He laughed, wild and distorted, cursing the men, laughing at their stupidity.


Tuesday, 17 April, 2018

11:12 pm

"...Please, come right in."

The girl didn't exactly know how to respond to all of this. She was hesitant, a bit quiet, but she was invited into this guy's home randomly. She had no weapons, but she had some skills in Physical Combat. If he tried something, she could hold him back.

"I've heard that they were looking for you... And I can help you resolve this."

She gulped, blinking before looking back up at the man. The tan man-the man who's brown eyes were pretty much hidden.

"You.. can help me..?"


Wednesday, 2nd October, 2019.

10:30 am

"Come on! Tell me!" The little girl shook her head and looked to the side,she dropped the folder on the boy's lap and shoved his arm again,softer this time.

"W-whatever...lets just read more..." The boy tried to read the expression on the girl's face,but she kept her hair in his way. The boy sighed and focused on the next page.

"Vargas? What kind of name is Vargas?" The girl slowly lifted her head and looked at the page.

"Lo...vi..na...Lovina Vargas"

"Yeah...whats with all these girls in the mafia? I dont see many girls in the mob movies or whatever-"

SMACK

"OW!" The girl giggled and lowered her hand.

"Pft, just keep reading."


Monday, 7th January, 2019.

9:31 pm

"Никогда." He spat, smiling at nothing in particular.

"Have it your way, braginski..." came the indifferent reply

BANG.

Direct hit, the russian's skull splitering, his eyes opening wider, as he fell to the ground at the men's feet, crimson pooling on the concrete.

Cold.

It was always cold here, ice building up in small mounds on the corners of buildings.

Natalia looked up at the tall building, breath coming out in thick, white fog as her cheeks began to adapt a rosy tint to them. Her eyes grew slightly wide as she heard a gunshot ring out from the area, her feet pouding against the concerete as she rushed up the floors of the building.


Friday, 15th November, 2002.

1:22 am

"Lovina . . . ?" Ludwig tongue peeked out - torrid and pink - and licked his lower lip. He pressed his mouth together and felt his eyes close, skin shuddering.

"Granddaughter, Luddy! You went to her birthday party last year, si?" Ronaldo sneered as Gilbert descended in the air.

Bruder was going to be killed.

There was nothing to be done.


Monday, 7th January, 2019.

9:34 pm

"Brother! Brother, are you-" She silenced herself, steps halting and eyes widening as she saw the group of men standing around him, watching him bleed with smirks.

"Such a shame. . . Such a beautiful girl. . . seeing such a gruesomesight. . ." one said, walking past her, waving his hand, "Clear things up here, and hide the bodies when you're done. . ."

Then men turned to her, faces cold as a few of them began to cock their guns.

She was shaking slightly, not from fear, but from anger..


Wednesday, 2nd October, 2019.

10:33 am

"I think she's brave!" The girl chirped lightly.

"That, or she's scary powerful. . " The boy said before squirming at the thought. The girl patted his arm lightly.

"Keep reading."


Saturday, 19 June, 1999.

9:06 am

"This is Alexius, or Alek, for short~ He's… he's from the same business I am, Lovina…"

Lovina blinked and looked at the boy. He had wild, unruly blonde hair that stood up from his head at unnatural angles, deep blue eyes like the ocean, light, porcelain skin unmarked by knife wounds of scars.

So unlike her grandfather, who was covered head to toe in scars from all the raids and fights he had been in. Lovina learned to respect that, to respect what her grandfather did in the mafia; She also learned to respect his attempts to keep that side of his life away from Feliciano and Feliciana, Lovina's little brother and sister.

"We're going to be doing business with his familgia quite often now-a-days, so I want you to try and get along with him, va bene?" Her grandfather finished and she nodded.

He smiled at her, ruffled her hair and said, "I'll be out taking care of some business and bella donne~ Call or send someone if you need anything, Lovina~ Alek, please try to get along with her, she can be stubborn and a bit unfeeling at times, but she's a good bambina, I swear to you."

With that, he exited the Vargas' grand-mansion and Lovina and Alek were left in silence.


Monday, 7th January, 2019.

9:40 pm

"You. . . my brother. . ." She trembled, her voice quiet and unbelieving, "You. . . You will pay for that!"

She reached under the hem of her dress, grabbing the knives with her agility high as she quickly ran around, slicing open the men's throats. She was watching them fall to the floor, choking cries of pain as the red liquid littered the bottom of her navy blue dress.

She panted, falling to her knees beside her brother, bodies laying strewn about, some fresh, some not as she let her knives fall to the floor with a clatter.

"Brother. . ."


Wednesday, 2nd October, 2019.

10:36 am

"All these people...they're so familiar..." The girl pulled at her hair,trying to remember or process this information.

"What about this name? Al...ex..ius? Yea...it says here that hes with the Vargas..or something like that..." The boy set the folder down and they laid on their stomachs on the cold floor. The girl flipped through a few more pages,skipping the ones where the names were already called before.

"Hm...well no...its just that...I dont know!" The girl groaned and set her head down on her arms. The boy chuckled and patted her back for comfort.


July 16th.

5:50 pm

Aleks listened in on their conversations. He had heard about deaths and crime.

Something he was rarely used to, and still he continued to try and bear with it. He was slightly older now, he sighed and spoke up. He had played with his granddaughter, Lovina, and found a new friend in her. He certainly did not like the idea of becoming her enemy.

"But...I wouldn't want to kill Lovina..." The adults looked down on him. Ronaldo sighed softly, and knelt down, patting him on the head. "Then will you watch over her? Be her big brother, and watch closely if she breaks this promise."

"Alexius." His father spoke up. The young lad turned his head and looked at his father. "Then you will watch over which ever one of your brothers becomes the new family head. I know you don't want any of this, but promise us, that you will play the role of the hawk. Watch closely, and if any of these two sides do something unforgivable, remember your role, my son. I trust you to keep things at peace."

He looked back and fourth between his brother, his father, and Ronaldo.

A new heavy burden was placed upon his shoulders. He bit his lip and nodded his head in silence. "Yes, I promise." He whispered.


Friday, 15th November, 2002.

1:27 am

Arthur rubbed his jaw and sat himself on a metal trunk. He fingered the chains that held it in place and sighed, exasperated. "Alfred's a bloody mafia prince, then, huh?"

His son's sweet, jubilant smile flickered in his thoughts.

The Brit imagined Alfred where Ludwig stood that day - secured to a wall with the threat of a bullet that would soon be inches deep within his flesh.

"Does he and Torii have any experience in - waste management - whatsoever?" Arthur asked again suddenly.


July 16th.

5:52 pm

"..."

He looked back and fourth between his brother, his father, and Ronaldo.

A new heavy burden was placed upon his shoulders. He bit his lip and nodded his head in silence. "Yes, I promise." He whispered.

And that was that...

Soon after, his father died, Ludwig had gotten married, and there were some new additions to the family. Obviously,

Ludwig had become the new boss.

Time passed, and his brother had died as well.

But before his brother's death. His older brother had reminded him of that promise he had made a couple years back, and of course, he passed. Alfred became the new boss.

His job had gone into effect.


Saturday, 19 June, 1999.

9:12 am

"Call me Lovina, per favore. If you are going to be around me so much, then I see no need for such formalities. . ." He laughed brightly, arms shifting as he pulled her into a bone-crushing hug.

"Ah~ you're so cute, just like Niklas~ you should meet him sometime, I'm sure you would get along!" Lovina blushed slightly as the man showered her with such affection, which she wasn't very used to, and she let her fingers hold onto his arms slightly.

"Va bene . . . I hope to meet him soon . . . he must be very nice . . ." She sighed lightly and looked out the window in front of her, watching some people walk in the streets before letting her eyes wander up to the moon, looking at it intently, "I'll make you proud, Nonno . . . prometto . . ."


Friday, 15th November, 2002.

1:31 am

Gilbert swallowed audibly. "Their . . Their kids. Alfred's screwing some Asian chick and he's all goo-goo eyes for her while Torii's to busy with her fucking boyfriend and Jennifer's in med school. Ludwig, I don't think they can do this-"

"My Gott, Gilbert! They are my children and Alfred may not have my blood but - he is smart. He can pull this off."

"Doubts for the future bosses, Gilly?" Ronaldo teased with a chuckle. "No worries, amor, for I have them as well."


18 July, 2016.

3:05 pm

"A-Al . . . You're here." Torii was positioned behind the girl, smiling weakly at her brother. She paused to stand up and pat the lint that collected on her jeans off. "H-how's . . . Kimmy? Maria told . . . Me – she lost her first tooth this morning. . ."

Alfred returned her smile but it was so firm and didn't even reach his eyes. Joy. /He/ wasn't aware of that fact. He shrugged Torii off . . . Not quite sure about how Kim was. He hadn't been home for days.

Guilt was a pain in the ass.

"Anyway, who's the girl?" He quickly switched back to the topic at hand, nodding towards the captive's direction.

Torii's face deepened into a grim, more business-like expression. She twirled a finger or two in the girl's hair. "Come here and find out . . ."


Wednesday, 2nd October, 2019.

10:45 am

"That guy sounds like he'd be a big brother." the boy stated as he looked onto the paper.

"Yeah!" The girl giggled in agreement.

"Read more read more!" She urged him on.

"Okay, Okay! Sheesh. . . "


Friday, 15th November, 2002.

1:32 am

"Torii's - a little on the soft side, though . . ." The Albino protested quietly, eyes pleading.

Don't die, Bruder . . . Don't go away . .

"They will take my place and that is that." Ludwig verified, a grunt escaping him.


Saturday, 4th of July, 2015

7:34 am

"It was a legacy." Gilbert hissed out, traipsing his fingers over the luxurious oil painting – framed with solid gold – that was being flaunted constantly on the wall. "Bruder . . ." the German was crushed, masking it with an ill-defined haze of denial. The oil painting featured a man, one with yellowish blonde hair slicked back entirely. His lips were set in a firm; unforgiving line and his eyes were the iciest of blue.

Gilbert averted his cold, crimson gaze to the taller man before him who had his hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants, eyes dropped to the floor.

"How could you let us crumble? We're the largest organized group with German, Lithuanian and American branches known to /history/. Your father would have been so ashamed of you! Ludwig would spit on your face!"


Tuesday, 20 December, 2016.

8:27 pm

"Miss, would you like some wine?" Liz shook her head. "No thank you."

"Surely you must taste this wine, it's Italy's finest!" Again she shook her head. "I'm sorry, I already had my fair share. Please do ask someone else." The person insisted. "Come now amore, drink up, then we can go rent a hotel room." She stomped on his foot. "I said no thank you." She managed to keep a smile on her face, and she walked away.
The piano begun to play. Sweet soothing music filled the room they were in. She smiled softly, feeling proud of her husband.

"Why you-"

He was tapped onto the shoulder. The man turned around and turned pale. "S-sir?"

"Didn't I say no bothering the guests?" The man nodded. "F-forgive me M-mr. G-gilbert!" He rolled his eyes at the cowering man. "Do it again and I think I feel like castrating you." The man gulped and ran off.
Gilbert looked up ahead and walked over to the woman who was being harassed. He tapped her on the shoulder.
Liz was about to turn around and punch the man that wouldn't leave her alone, but instead she remained calm and turned around with a smile. "I said no thank-" When she stared into those crimson eyes, she felt all the color from her face being drained away.


Wednesday, 2nd October, 2019.

10:50 am

The boy kept skimming down.

"He has...a lover...named Niklas..Johansen?.." The girl looked over his shoulder and blinked in confusion.

"He's from Norway..."

The boy continued skimming through the page.

The girl looked down on his picture. "Wow he looks kinda pretty. " She giggled, slightly in awe of his appearance.


Tuesday, 20 December, 2016.

8:34 pm

Her marriage always pulled through with her missions.
On this undercover mission she was to attend a cocktail party with her husband. Thanks to several of their contacts they managed to slip inside, without any hassle, well all thanks to her husband. He was 'invited to be the piano player' .

Liz wore a blue and white cocktail dress, her hair was tied up into a messy bun, and she was latched onto her husband's arm. The guests came and greeted them. Roderich leaned his head down close enough so his mouth was near her ear.

"Darling, I'm going to go play the piano now." He whispered. "Black Rose, if you get into any trouble, please...tell me.." She blushed at the feel of his breath on her ear. She nodded, and pulled him in, and kissed him on the cheek.


Saturday, 4th of July, 2015

7:36 am

The words stung Alfred but he tightened his eyes at Gilbert. "Don't say shit about what you don't know. This organization nearly killed the mother of my child. I was /right/ to resign! I won't let this sickening underworld – all this grave injustice send my life on a downwards spiral and end up like Ludwig!"

A sepia toned photograph of Maria's sweet face flickered in his head. She was draped across a trolley of some kind with a familiar, scarlet fluid dripping from her skin. The wound that the gunshot left was horrid.

Alfred shuddered and scrubbed his palm across his face.

"Well. I bet the heiress of the Vargas family wouldn't have pulled such a stupid stunt like that." Gilbert concluded after a pause, swallowing audibly.


Friday, 15th November, 2002.

1:34 am

"Si. Very well, then." Ronaldo's fedora tipped.

Arthur forced a smile. It was difficult to see the man who he had been so close with for such a long period of time was about to die before his eyes.

But he remained cold. "It was a pleasure knowing you." He praised flatly, gloomy green meeting Ludwig's greyish blue.


18 July, 2016.

3:10 pm

"P-please . . . Please, I beg you, sir . . . . Don't h-h-hurt me . . ." She sputtered pathetically, moisture trickling down her prominent cheekbones.

Alfred clenched his jaw, set on his task. "Tell me your name." He seethed, bringing his face closer to hers.

She swallowed audibly. "A-an- . . ."

"Is your name 'Anne'?" Alfred barked, fisting a handful of her mousy hair. He knew it was a lie.

"Angelique! My name's Angelique . . . "She blurted out, squirming into the floor. Her eyes darted to Torii, hoping she would stop Alfred form doing anything dire but Torii just crossed her arms and huffed.

Alfred's voice softened. "Where are you from, Angelique?"

"I-I'm . . . . From an island country . . . spanning an archipelago of—"

"Goddamit, I want a name, not a motherfucking Geography lesson!"

"Seychelles, sir! I'm from – S-Seychelles!"

The girl sobbed helplessly, sloppily wiping her tears off of her face as it continued blurring her vision.

"Now . . ." He tipped his head and licked his lips. "Do you know who you /are/?"

A question like that only meant one thing: Do you know what you mean to us?

Oh, mob talk.

Angelique nodded her head at a snail's pace, squinting her eyes. "I-I'm – Boss Ronaldo's adoptive daughter, right?"


Tuesday, 20 December, 2016.

8:40 pm

"So what brings you here? copgirl?"

"I'm here with my husband." She said dryly. Gilbert tensed at those words. "So you got married?" She nodded, feeling proud. "Of course, he's tonight's entertainment. I've been married for four years." She grinned, purposely flashing her wedding ring to him. Gilbert slightly narrowed his eyes. "So, you forgot about the steamy sex we used to have?" He grinned again, the music stopped playing, and she brushed him off. "Enough, I don't have the time to talk to the likes of you."

She walked away from him. Gilbert followed after her, but soon stopped when he saw her pulling the piano man down for a kiss on the lips. She latched onto his arm, and she smiled along with him. But once he got a closer look, he noticed who the man was.

He knew that man. It was his cousin Roderich Eidelstein. Who moved away to the states. The boy was nothing but a goody goody, and it figures, he became a piano player. They had always hated each other, and to think that his girl would marry someone like him, it made his blood boil.

He watched as Roderich fed her with one of the appertizers. She ate it of course, and then pulled him down for a kiss again.

He hated that feeling. He grunted and walked out of there.


Saturday, 4th of July, 2015

7:38 am

"Ever since you killed Boss Rome, he left his granddaughter in charge."

". . . Who is she?"

"Lovina Vargas. About your age. She's a spitfire from what I've seen. Me and Torii went to go have a look the other day." Gilbert smiled sardonically at his nephew and whirled around to trudge up to his beet red armchair. He took a seat upon it and crossed one leg over the other. He leaned back and eyed Alfred carefully, as if waiting to see his reaction.

Alfred laughed and strode up the armchair across from the desk. He spun it around and plopped down on it. "Well, she'll never live up to my legacy, whoever the fuck she thinks she is."

Gilbert shrugged. "I don't know. She'd probably never let her Mafia deteriorate because someone she may or may not care for gets wounded." He sighed. "Alfie, this is who we are. We are monsters and monsters aren't supposed to feel. Hundreds of innocents and cherished ones die every week, there's nothing more we could do but put our Ludwig faces on and – move forth. "


Wednesday, 2nd October, 2019.

10:52 am

"Wow... Some of this is actually kind of scary..!" The little girl winced, curling up beside the boy as their eyes moved from left to right on the files, still looking through them all.

"W-We're almost done look at this first...half?" The girl questioned, unsure of what she was truly saying.

"Yeah! Let's keep looking through this!" He cheered on, but silently. After all, he couldn't scream that loud.


Friday, 15th November, 2002.

1:34 am

The German nodded in return. "Take care of yourself . . ."

Arthur laughed darkly in return. Take care of himself? With this much stress - impossible.

"B-Bruder, you can still be saved . . . "

"My time has come, Gilbert." Ludwig sighed.


12 February, 2016

4:15 pm

/"Alright,are we done here folks?"

"Yes."

"Yes"

"Ok,well here are copies of the papers,and just initial here…..good! So we are finished,consider business closed off and,well…have a nice day you two."

"Thank you."

"Of have a nice day too."/


Saturday, 4th of July, 2015

7:40 am.

"You want to be like your sister, Jen?" Gilbert rolled his eyes, snorting in disgust.

"Maybe Jen's got it right! Maybe there is a world out there outside of the underworld! I've lost and lost and lost – I haven't spoken to Torii in . . . Months. My sister. . . ."

His voice broke and Gilbert closed his eyes from his stare.


12 February, 2016

4:17 pm

Maria adjusted her coat, and stepped out of the official building,the contracts were taken back and more were signed,and final vows were said. Till death do us part she had said before, she certainly felt dead. The memory of her near-fatal incident a mere blotched up scar on her back. She head footsteps behind her and she stopped, only until the man had caught up to her before she continued to walk to the street corner where their…his car was parked.

"Now then Maria, shall we pick up Kim?" Alfred was about to go open the passenger door for her but the woman quickly stepped in front of him to open it herself. "Yes, then you will drop me and my daughter-"

"Our daughter."

"…Kim,you will drop us off to /my/ estate." Alfred huffed and slammed the car door on his side before turning the car on. "Yes, yes of course…you arnt even gonna let her say goodbye to Torii? Jen? She managed to come home just to see her one last time. Texas? Isnt Torii her favorite-"

"Yes I know, that's why I let the three of them watch her the whole day while we got /this/ over with." Maria set her hands on her lap and looked straight forward. If she even so much as glanced at the blue eyed, sunny blonde, she might have shattered already. But she stiffened her spine and kept her eyes to the approaching mansion.


Friday, 15th November, 2002.

1:34 am

"No, it hasn't-"

"Shut up!" He snapped and there was a silence.


18 July, 2016.

3:15 pm

He heard Torii wheeze in disgust behind him but neglected it. Gilbert wore a proud, fatherly smile as Alfred callously thrusted into her.

Angelique shrieked at the top of her longs, the tears spilling down to her collarbones.

It was over within five more minutes.

Releasing her, Alfred rose to his knees. She rolled over onto her side and crashed into the wall. Her shoulders hitched and her whole body quaked. She was still exceptionally frightened and had every right to be.


12 February, 2016

4:25 pm

"See ya sometime,Marrycakes?" Alfred had a faded but still hopeful look in his eyes,Maria had to clench her fist behind her back before standing straight up.

"Perhaps…baby-bl- ….Alfred F. Jones." The driver nodded and rolled up the window before pulling out of the driveway and through the silver gates. He looked up to his rear-view mirror and shook his head.


Wednesday, 2nd October, 2019.

11:00 am

"This starting to look like those stupid tv dramas..wheres all the action?" The boy stuck his tongue out and flipped through the pages. The girl rolled her eyes again and stopped his hand.

"Here then, you dumb boy, here's a bit about shooting and stuff." The boy was suddenly more interested and moved his face closer to the page.

"Well of course! Mafias are all about guns and stuff! Oh..hey...its her name again..Maria.."

"What?"

"Yeah, here's a bit about her getting shot ,its not like they said she died though..see this is why girls aren't supposed to be in the mafia!" He cautiously looked to the side and waited for the hit to come, but the girl was too busy staring at the page.

"Sh-shot?"


3rd May, 2015.

6:00 pm

"Fuck."

She tossed and turned in the sterile hospital bed until all that did was aggravate her wound further. She arched her back and hissed, damn sniper. She hadn't seen the aim to her back until someone had to scream her name. Too late though. She now had stiches somewhere around the middle of her back,the fucker almost paralyzed her.

"Hey…Maria?" She opened her eyes and looked toward the door,Alfred,the love of her life was standing by the door with yet another batch of roses and white lilies. He caught my gaze and smiled,putting the bouquet on one side of the room and walked over to the bed. "How are you?" He took her hand and grazed his thumb over the top of her hand. Maria looked up and blinked away the oncoming tears. The poor man looked so..tired. Waiting for her maybe.


Friday, 15th November, 2002.

1:36 am

His chest heaved up and down and he blinked. "Look, I don't want to live like this anymore! It's been fun, but this time was going to come sooner or later anyway . . . "

"Time's up!" Ronaldo exclaimed and pulled the trigger. He slid it up. One more time. Slid it down. Twice.

"Bruder, no!"

And he was gone.


18 July, 2016.

3:20 pm

Stooping down, Alfred picked up the remains of the girl's underwear and threw them at Gilbert as he strolled out the door. He caught them one handed and smiled. He still had great reflexes for a man his age.

"Boss Rome will never fuck with me again."

But Angelique rocked back and forth, traumatized. "Ou, nou papa ki dan lesyel, Fer ou ganny rekonnet konman Bondye. Ki ou renny i arive. Ki ou lavolonte i ganny realize. . ." She crooned out breathily, her voice cracking at the end as she burst into another fit of sobs.

Little did Alfred know, that those foreign words would haunt him forever.


3rd May, 2015.

6:02 pm

"I'm..I'm alright now…how is…everyone else?" She attempted to keep her voice steady and strong,but it was difficult under the heavy drugs to numb her back. Alfred tightened the hold on her hand and he spoke in his usual deep voice, though it was impossible to miss the tired undertone. "There were, 3 other deaths. 4 wounded, but overall….the plan has gone through successfully." There were two simultaneous sighs in the room, the plan had worked, but at what cost?

"Alfred? I-"

"I'm-...we're disbanding. I'm burning the tree down."


Saturday, 4th of July, 2015

7:52 am.

"What about K-Kim? My little girl? I haven't seen her other. And then. . . And then I got divorced. "Alfred felt the sensation of tears prickling his eyes. He grunted and blinked them back with a frown. "I can't, Uncle Gill . . . I don't want to keep living like this. Sex, drugs, money . . . I have it all but it's not enough. It's /never/ enough."

A sob wracked through his body and he buried his face in his hands. Flashes of their faces in his mind daunting him. He heard the scraping of chair legs against the floor before footsteps, slowly inching towards him. Gilbert's warm arms enveloped him, stroking the back of his nephew's head lightly.

"Your throne will remain, Alfred. Come back whenever you must." Gilbert stated a bit shakily, blinking at the oil painting again. Ludwig stared down at his son and his brother with passively – a chronic lack of expression on his face. "I couldn't save you, Bruder . . ."


Wednesday, 2nd October, 2019.

11:03 am

". . .?" The boy's eyes widened, the cerulean eyes looking at the direction in which the noise came from. "What was that?"

"Q-Quickly! Close it! Close it!" She panicked, taking the files and hiding it behind her back.

..This is the beginning of the end.


-clinks champagne glass- and here's a toast to the longest prologue ever! Let the mindfuckery begin~!

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