One more step

Hey guys. I've been here a while but all my stories failed so I hope this one goes a lot better. I'll be using Google translate for some Russian and French translations since I don't know much of either of them except "yes". I'll probably change their ages a little bit and make Ivan about 20-22 mainly so I don't feel wrong putting a (insert Ivan age here. He technically doesn't have one) with a 19 year old. Anyway!

Plot: Ivan Braginski the leader of the American branch of the Russian mafia is the most feared man in the whole mafia, anyone who knows about him fears him. But what happens when he bumps a rather funny teenager and begins to feel things he's never felt before? AU Human names used

Pairings: Ivan/Alfred
Francis/Mathieu
Arthur/OC
Ludwig/Feliciano
Antonio/ Lovino

Disclaimer: I no own Hetalia if I did the hetalia universe would be so screwed right now

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One more Encounter

Ivan Sighed as he looked at the scene in front of him. He guessed it was just another part of the job he really did hate it when I had to let people live. The fearful looks on their faces were beautiful to him but that emotion quickly faded into relief as they realised they could leave. His gloves and faucet pipe where covered in blood but he didn't care; as long as none got on his scarf he couldn't care less. The man in front of him cowered away as he raised his pipe and rested it on his broad shoulder just staring at him.

Must I really let him live? Was the thought going through the Russians mind. He sighed as the man scrambled away from his long dead buddies. The Chinese Mafia were really getting on his nerves, thinking they could barge into HIS territory. He might be young but he wasn't a push over, the previous leader of the Russian mafia here in America could tell you that. Not only that but the Italian Mafia where closing in on the other side too. I guess this means a trip to their bosses, Da? He walked away silently reaching inside his coat for him oh so trusty flask of vodka, he raised it to his lips and went to takes a drink. Damnit my day just gets worse and worse.He threw his empty flask away and disappeared into the night.

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"Matt! You seen the pizza I left in the fridge, I swear it was there last time I was here!" Shouted the thin Italian as he searched the 19 year olds fridge. Said 19 year old sighs.
"It was mouldy Feliciano; I had to throw it out." As he said this he pushed his glasses further up his nose, " I swear Feli you're worse than Alfred and trust me when I say, that's a very big feat" The Italian laughed nervously and closed the fridge door and turned to him.

"Speaking of him where is tuo fratello? I'm sure he was here a minute ago..."
Both of them looked around looking confused. Where Alfred sat was a note. Mathieu picked it up and his eye twitched as he read it. I'm positive he was switched at birth

Alfred was currently walking through the park on the way home, a burger in his hands. He had his eyes closed with happiness slowly chewing through the diabetes inducing food. Man this burgers good, I gotta remember to go there more often. Sadly with having your eyes shut you can't see where you're going. He walked straight into what felt like a brick wall. Alfred dropped his burger and slowly opened his eyes. He came face to face with some-one chest. The chest was covered in a tan coloured coat that reached to his ankles hiding his legs, his had combat boots on his feet and a scarf wrapped around his neck, despite the fact it was quite a warm spring day.

"S-sorry," Alfred Stuttered, "I wasn't watching where I was going" The American laughed slowly uncertain if the tall man would forgive him. The tall man just looked at him his eye brow rising slowly.
"You did not mean to walk into me, Da?" The man's voice had a thick Russian accent; however Alfred could understand and nodded slowly. The Russian slowly smiled and nods "Da! Then everything is fine!" He walked away without another word. Unknown to Alfred the Russian was having trouble understand what just happened. No-one outside his family, famiglia, or 'business partners' ever talked to him. He only took a step out for some fresh air and even then no-one usually talked to him. He headed back to office sighs softly. He need vodka, and fast.

Ivan sat in the chair over from Yao, the head of the Asian mafia in America. The room stank of opium but that was expected in the Asian mafia, they were the ones usually trafficking Opium that was like saying the Italian's like pasta, a major understatement.
"So what brings you here Ivan?" asked the Chinese man opposite him. One of Yao's servants brought Ivan a glass of vodka however he did not touch it, who knows what Yao's slipped into that drink? Plus he only drank pure Russian vodka.

" you know full well what, some of your men were trying to bribe one of the businesses under MY protection, I've already told you this once Yao, stay out of MY territory or you might find yourself with half the territory you once had and about three quarters of your men six feet under." The Russian stared at Yao. Yao himself slowly took a drink from his cup and placed it down. Yao knew full well that Ivan would do what he threatened, there used to be a rather small but powerful Mafia family where Ivan is now situated, they kept trying to get rid of him but karma decided to come back and bite them in the arse since now they're gone and the Russian mafia is standing strong. The only thing left of that mafia family where two German bodyguards that now belong and work for Ivan.
"I have no idea what you're talking about Ivan, I never ordered my men to be anywhere near your territory." The Chinese man was cut off before he could say more by the sound of glass hitting the wall behind him his eyes widening as he stared at the angry Russian across from him.
"Don't you dare like to me you son of Fucked up bitch! I know they were under your orders, you think I didn't ask them questions as I killed them? Are you really THAT stupid Yao? I also had Feliks do a little research, Turns out it was YOU that got my men arrested last week huh? How much did you pay those cops? It must have been a lot considering I was bribing them around $1,000 a week to stay quiet. If I find you anywhere around my territory again Yao you can kiss goodbye to your men, I can guarantee that they won't be walking away alive." With that the Russian left with his Bodyguards Ludwig and Gilbert in toe. "Damn Asians" he muttered as he walked away. He massaged his temple. I need more vodka.

That's it guys, sorry if it sucks but I hope it doesn't, will have another chapter up soon ^^