Feliciano Vargas, the timid north half of Italy, relaxed back into the chair while waiting for the rest of the countries to file into the meeting room. It was time for another world meeting, which Feli knew would result in nothing.

Out the corner of his seemingly closed caramel eyes, Feliciano spotted his older brother Lovino walking in front of the obliviously happy Antonio. Lovino was dressed up for the presentation in a suit the colour of tan, Feliciano in a nice dark blue.

"Fuck off, tomato bastard!" Lovino shouted, growling at the annoying Spaniard. Antonio only blinked before smiling, cooing as if to a child.

"Naw, Lovi~ You are as cute as mi adorada tomates," this caused the easily irritable Southern Italy to turn red in anger, stomping away to sit beside his smiling brother.

"Veh~ Lovino, he's only being nice to you." Feli tried to reason with his brother, knowing it wouldn't work out all that well.

"Bah! He's a fucking tomato bastard."

Feli giggled. "But, Lovino, he's just trying to get your attention," with a strange playful smirk, Feliciano learnt towards his older brother's ear, whispering in a teasing tone. "Chi non vorrebbe tale attenzione da un italiano molto sottomesso?"

Lovino shivered gently, face turning as red as the tomatoes Antonio grows. "Perché sei così cattivo con me, Feli?" The words were whispered back, being the uke he knew Feliciano adored.

Feli giggled, pulling back with that deceitfully happy smile back in place. "Veh~ I'm sorry, big brother."

Just before Lovino replied, Ludwig took his place beside the younger Italian, silencing all conversation the elder boy had. Instead he tore of a piece of paper, writing in clear manuscript before sliding it over to Feliciano.

Feliciano read over the note, smiling softly and feeling his curl twitch ever so slightly. Lovino caught sight of the curl and glowered on the outside while smirking on the inside.

More and more countries started to appear, some bickering with their 'friends' while others were silent.

Kiku soon took his seat on the other side of Ludwig with Vash on the other side of the Asian country. He looked over at his allies. "Kon'nichiwa, Italy-san, Germany-san." He bowed his head slightly.

Feliciano grinned widely; eyes closed enough to obscure their colour but not his vision. "Ciao, Japan! How are you feeling today? I'm feeling rather well, though fratello was acting rather mean towards big brother Spain earlier," Feli pouted. "I just don't see why fratello would do that. I thought he loved big brother Spain-"

Lovino gently slapped his hand over his younger brother's mouth, silencing the seemingly boisterous nation. "Idiota, you do not say things like that!"

Feliciano's hair curl twitched in annoyance. He knows he's not meant to call me that word, ran through the timid looking Italian nation's mind even as he cocked his head to the side in faked ignorance.

"Bu-But why not fratello? You love big brother Spain, don't you"

Lovino blushed a fine pink. "N-No!"

Antonio overheard and looked up in surprise. "You don't love me, Lovi?"

Lovino growled, looking over at Spain. "No, bastardo. I don't love you at all!"

Antonio blinked. "B-But Lovi~"

Lovino shook his head, turning around to face Feli, seeing a brief flash of a sadistic smile before the note from earlier was passed back.

Stai facendo piangere fratello, Lovi. Penso che si dovrebbe essere punito per questo.

Lovino gulped, folding the paper to make sure no one could see it.

Soon enough the booming voice of America made itself present.

"All right, dudes! Let's get this world meeting started!" The meeting continued as it normally would; fights between Alfred, Arthur and Francis, Germany having to intervene and take control.

There was one different thing though; The Italy brothers were as quiet as could be, silently slipping notes to each other. Kiku noticed this yet said nothing about it, trying to get a read on the aura around the twins with the hair curls. There was a dark satisfaction to the pair, something almost evil which was far from strange with the northern half.

The time past fairly quickly enough and soon it the meeting was concluded, the first people to leave were the Vargas brothers, causing everyone to look over at them as their hands pushed against the table to stand, at the same time as if rehearsed.

"Italy?" Ludwig called out, looking curiously over at his friend. "Vhere are you going?"

Feliciano smiled his innocent grin, eyes still seemingly closed. "Veh~ Doitsu, I'm just heading home with fratello this evening. We're going to have pasta." He hoped that it would a good enough reason.

Ludwig nodded. "Okay, Italy. Don't hurt yourself."

Feliciano nodded, smirking in his mind, before grabbing hold of Lovino's hand and leading him out of the doors before anyone else got out of their chairs. Slowly he shook out his head, hair moving from where he had painstakingly placed them, now making it look wild and untamed. Lovino watched his brother, running a hand through his own hair to try and copy the messiness, trying to dodge the curl on top of his head.

"So, where to?"

Feli smirked, loosening the tie on his neck and opening a button to separate the sides of the crisp white undershirt. "Well, fratello, we're going to wherever we are called," the normally carefree and childlike voice was now rougher and manly, as if promising pleasure to whoever heard it.

Lovino shivered at the long missed sound, licking his lips in anticipation. "Which is where?"

Feliciano rolled his eyes, reaching forward to place his forefinger and thumb of either side of his brother's jaw, smirking. "Such an impatient little gattino," playfully he shook his brother's head, hearing delicious little whimpers from the elder male. "Now, be a good little gattino and learn to respect il tuo padrone."

Lovi nodded, feeling the slight pressure being released from his jaw. "Si, si, padrone," he pleaded, trying to appease his little brother.

Feli chuckled, deep throatily, taking off the dark blue blazer like coat and slinging it over his shoulder while heading out of the world conference doors, leading into the open streets. His brother wasn't that far behind him.


Inside the conference room still, Kiku looked around at the nations still present. None of them seemed to notice how the Italian brothers were acting, although since no one else could sense the mood as well as he could it made sense.

England and America were still bickering, Germany sparking up conversation with Austria. Canada and Russia were speaking softly, a playful smile on the larger nation's lips. Spain was bring comforted by France, having almost cried the entire meeting at South Italy's disclaim of love for his 'big brother.'

Kiku really wanted to say what he was thinking, if anyone else noticed how strange Feliciano and Lovino were acting. It wasn't until a few seconds later did he realise that Heracles was watching him intently.

"Kon'nichiwa Greece-san."

Heracles nodded, tilting his head like a curious kitten. "Japan, what seems to be going on in your mind?" the Greek nation drawled.

"Just Italy-san and Romano-san."

Greece nodded slowly. "Did you feel something a bit off with them, too?"

Kiku blinked. "Ah, hai."

"How did they feel?"

"Very off, Greece-san. It all seemed normal, except they were sending off sadisutikkubaibu."

Once more, Heracles' head tilted, eyes shining in wonder over the new word.

Kiku flushed a soft pink. "Sadistic vibes," Heracles nodded, understanding now. The word sparked the interest of Ludwig, who excused himself from Roderich's presence, moving his way back to beside Japan.

"Vhat's going on here?" Ludwig raised a blonde eyebrow, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"Nothing, Germany-san."

Heracles looked up at the Aryan male. "Germany, we were just talking about how strange Italy and his brother were behaving."

Ludwig nodded. "Ja, I noticed it too, but I let it go to see vhat they vere doing."

"Hopefully it wasn't anything that could get them into trouble."

Ludwig laughed. "Italy? Trying to get into trouble? I highly doubt that vould happen."


Little did the countries know, that was exactly what Feliciano and Lovino were doing; getting into trouble. Or rather, stopping any more trouble from happening.

Feliciano reached into the holster for the 9mm berretta at his right side, Lovino reaching into his left for an identical silver pistol. The handguns were gifts from their grandfather the last time he had visited, their names carved beautifully on the sides.

"Ready fratello?" Feli asked, amber eyes shining with deviousness.

"Si Feli," the purred reply came from Lovi just before his foot connected with the door, slamming it open to the shocked faces of a small gang formed by a previous member of theirs.

"So, you thought you could run away, huh?" Lovi growled in anger, raising the silver 9mm out of the holster, eyes dancing in liquid fire.

"Poor, poor Donzel," Feli cooed playfully, licking across the side if his berretta with the tip of his tongue. "Should have never tried to conspire against the Vargas brothers."

The man named Donzel stood in shock, eyes wide at having been caught by his former employers.

"Did you really think we're stupid, bastardo?" Donzel shook his head, gulping, as Lovino aimed the barrel right at the human's forehead.

"We're sorry, signore, but we will no longer be needing your services." With those parting words, Lovi pulled the trigger, a single bullet piercing through Donzel's head.

Feli cackled gleefully, firing a few of his own shots at the left over men who soon followed their boss on the floor, streams of scarlet flowing from the single shot wounds.

Lovi purred at the carnage, feeling his blood heat up while looking over at his younger brother. "Feli~" his purr caressing Feli's ears with its sweet sound.

"Si, fratello?"

Feli, not even a second later, found his lips covered with his brothers. Their breaths mingling in a lustful haze caused by the adrenaline pumping its way through their veins, tongue twining with the Italian passion. Feliciano's arms swept around his older brothers' back, bringing him closer while he took control, feeling Lovino's fingers knotting within his auburn brown hair and teasing the curl that twitched at the side of his head.

Too soon for the nation's liking, they had to pull back for hurried pants of air, their almost matching eyes swirling with need and want for each other.

"Feli~" Lovi purred once more, gently curling a finger around his brother's curl. "Maybe we should continue at home, amore."

Feliciano smirked, squeezing Lovino's hips in answer, causing a little mewl to leave the elder. "Excellent idea, gattino."