Ivans POV

"Hey, Fratello!" Romano opened his eyes to face his younger brother. He lifted his head from Antonio's chest, blinking blearily. He yawned. "Just as I was getting comfortable," he muttered under his breath. Antonio grinned at him and Romano found himself blushing. He cleared his throat. "What is it, Feliciano?" Feliciano stared at him with big round amber eyes. "Ve!~" Romano rolled his own pair of amber eyes. "That's not a f*ck!ng answer." "Well, you know how you were swearing at me the other day?" Antonio chuckled and wrapped his arm around Romano's shoulders. "You'll have to be a little more specific. He swears at anything that moves...and most things that don't." Romano punched him in the stomach. "I DON'T F*CK!NG SWEAR ALL THE F*CK!NG TIME!" "Really?" asked Antonio, playing innocent. "What about last night? You seemed to -" "SHUT THE F*CK UP! THEY DON'T NEED TO F*CK!NG KNOW ABOUT THAT!" Romano screamed. Feliciano's face darkened momentarily, and I, standing beside him, wondered if I had imagined it. I looked again and Feliciano's expression was back to his normal happily oblivious appearance. "What did you do to my Fratello last night, Antonio?" Feli asked.

Antonio's cheeks turned slightly pink as he glanced at the glaring Romano on his left. "I made him eat a hot pepper." Feliciano grinned. "Fratello doesn't like spicy foods. You should know that by now!~" I cleared my throat quietly, tugging at my scarf. "Oh, right, Feli-chan! Weren't you going to tell us something?"

"Oh, yeah!" Feliciano's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "You know how you were scolding me about being a lazy mule and not dong any work except making pasta and then not even selling it but eating it all myself and not leaving any for you?"

"Yeah, vaguely," Romano answered, though he knew that he hadn't used the word 'mule,' instead favoring a different word that began with an 'a.' Antonio tried desperately to stifle his laughter. Romano...scolding...Feliciano...for not working. He failed and earned another embarrassed punch from Romano. "Ve!~ Well, today, I went out and found a job!~" Romano's eyes grew wide. "You...you're serious, aren't you?" Feliciano nodded. "Ve!~ And guess who my boss is!" Guess that's my cue. I stepped out of the shadows, pipe gripped tightly in one hand. "Hello."

Feliciano turned and looked at me. "Aw~ Ivan, you ruined the surprise!

I grinned sheepishly and tugged on my scarf. "Sorry, Feliciano." I didn't really feel sorry, but the Italian didn't pick up on it. Or perhaps he did, just choosing not to show any emotion other than his usual ones. I turned to the other two men, who were sitting on the couch together and grabbing on to each other like Alfred after a scary movie. I smiled at them. "Hello. I am Ivan Brasinski." The other two men just nodded, scared out of their wits.

Suddenly, my phone rang. I didn't need to check caller ID as 'England's Demon Summoning Song' blasted through the tiny speakers. ''Mera mera to, yakitsukuse. Sumikada sumimada sono gouka de attokata mo..." I sighed, knowing there was no way of ignoring Arthur Kirkland when he kol'd. "Sorry, Feli. I'm afraid that I'll have to leave now. Come in tomorrow at 7:30." And with that, I sank back into the shadows.

Feliciano's POV

*Flashback*

I muttered to myself as I stormed through the streets. "That idiot! Is he blind? Why does he want to deal with that stupid Tomato-loving ass?" I mentally smacked myself for indulging in my brothers favorite pass time, cursing. Well, second fovorite pass time, I guess. I thought bitterly. Romano's favorite thing to do right now was probably that idiot Antonio.

"Hey, cute stuff. What are you doing at so late at night?" A man who was leaning against a brick wall said, taking a quick drag on his cigarette. He pushed off the wall and approached me. "It can get pretty dangerous." I could smell his breath when he got close enough; it smelled like smoke and whiskey. "Especially for a cute little thing like you." As if to make a point he delivered a quick slap to my butt.

My reaction was fast. I spun around, grabbing his arm. I slammed a fist into his forearm while holding his wrist tightly, grinning at the loud crack that I got in return. The man cried out in pain. I gripped his broken arm with both hands and used it to fling him over my shoulder. He hit the ground with another scream. I finally let go of his arm, choosing, instead, to kick him roughly in the face.

The man spat out blood, his face turned, giving me a good veiw of the shoe sized imprint on his cheek. Maybe this is just what I need to get Romano off my mind... Someone to beat the crap out of. This night could go well after all. I kicked him some more, enjoying his screams of pain with all of my being.

Soon I found myself losing interest. I stepped away from the man's unconscious body and observed the blood that now caked the side of his face. hmm... Cake... That sounds really good right now. I thought, giggling.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned to see a big man wearing a long coat and a scarf that covered some of his face. I blinked, It wasn't very cold out, so why was the man dressed like that.

The big man smiled, it would have been cute if he didn't emit a dark aura. "Hello there, little one." I blinked, trying to place the mans accent. He continued. "You are in my territory, redheaded boy."

I quirked an eyebrow at him. "What of it?"

The mans smiled agan, tightening his grip on the metal pipe in his left hand. The faucet on the top was a colour that was somewhere between red and brown, as though the sliver had been covered with blood. "I will let you off with a warning this time, little redheaded boy. But, be aware, I do not like people beating up my subordinates without my permission, especially on my territory." The Russian man (He was Russian, I'm sure) said as the pipe hits me across the ribs. I let out a gasp as waves of pain and... something else washed over me.