On Earth Heaven can be like this-
The cooks are French
The police are British
The mechanics are German
The bankers are Swiss
And the lovers are Italian~
Yahoooo~
On Earth Hell can be like this-
The cooks are British
The police are German
The mechanics are French
The lovers are Swiss
And the bankers are Italian
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"Do you want to know why?"
The tied up man shook his head violently at the sudden question after the mad man's song. The brunet's eyes gleamed under the silver moonlight as his lips stretched up... He raised his gun hand to the vast night around him as if the conductor before an orchestra.
The man was certain that he didn't want to hear this orchestra. Didn't want any part in it.
But... he knew whether or not he wanted to...
The orchestra was going to happen.
He jumped as the black void of a hole was pointed straight between his eyes. The cold metal ominously sending shivers down his spine, trickles of sweat down his neck... as he knew his death was eminent.
"It's not because we Italians are stupid or weak. No... it's definitely far from that. In a Hell on Earth, the bankers are Italian... because we're mafia.
We'd corrupt the bank, embezzle the money, trick and con, slaughter the lazy employees, then steal more money, grant retirements by death, and torture before selling the organs of loaners on black market.
Don't you agree...? Mr. Loaner?"
Bang.
A figure shifted in the shadows, revealing a man similar to the shooter. Only his hair was darker and curl was on the opposing side.
"Done, Veneziano?"
The murderer, North Italy, grinned, "Ve, fratello~! Done~"
Romano smirked before ordering his men to clean up... and sell the fresh organs to pay off the debt the corpse owed.
"Ah, wait! Let's use his blood for PAAAAASSSTTTAAAA later, Romano~!"
No one would have guessed... what Ancient Rome really meant by his song.