Hey guys~! It's McFishy and I'm writing this on mah new laptop –insert epically epic music here- X3, I named her Lyxine, I made it up myself~! I've really gotten into the whole Mafia Romano thing and I'm going to totally write my own because there actually aren't that many stories about Mafia Romano! I hope this won't actually interfere with continuing my other stories ^^' But if that happens then I'm truly sorry! Well, I won't waste your time (If you actually read this) So please enjoy the story ahead of this~! ~Hasta La Pasta!

-Flashback-

The office was lit by a single lamp placed in the far corner of the room, it gave enough light to only see the nation on one side of the desk, his boss was lurking in the shadows on his leather swivel thrown. He had his fingers linked together, explaining the situation to the nation, he thought that the man in front of him knew nothing about his country, and since he was the older nation, he should be able to protect it. He said that the nation had spent too much time with Antonio when he was little and grew up more Spanish than Italian, so he was 'enrolling' him into the terror of Italia, the Mafia. There was only one thing that the boss wanted him to do, he would have to live a double life, he could eat breakfast at his own house, but then he'd go to the meeting place for the rest of the day. And there was one other thing.

He couldn't tell Feliciano.

Romano was strolling down a street, far from his home, he had his outfit on nice and clean, not a thread out of place. And to his liking, no one seemed to stare at his uniform, it just must've been that common. Romano was instructed by the leader to meet the team in an abandoned warehouse, it was in the outskirts of town with a gravel road that stretched on into the west. It was a bit out of his way so he'd catch the shuttle bus to drop him off at least five blocks away from the unused road. Romano breathed a heavy sigh and stared at the clouds, at first, the mafia was breaking every piece of his personality, he wasn't allowed to swear at the boss, he couldn't wear his usual outfit, and apparently his fighting techniques were horrible.

After the first week, he was physically exhausted, he didn't want to play any sports, plot an attack on Ludwig, or go over to Antonio's place. He did almost nothing but eat, watch TV, and take a nap. But soon, he started to listen, it seemed, if fact, today was his first mission with the group, it was an assassination mission. He had bought his own pistol and hid it in his overcoat, it was fully loaded and Romano learned how to use it. But he didn't want to kill someone, he couldn't live it down, it would hold over his head for as long as he was alive, that person might have a family, friends that care about him, and he would have to kill him.

He neared the bus stop and stood off to the side, he didn't want anyone to notice the gun-shaped lump in his coat, if there was a lump at all. He pulled back a sleeve and squinted at his watch, the hands shown for 2:28, not too long before the vehicle should arrive. He adjusted his fedora to keep the sun out of his gaze as another person coughed in the silence, Romano glared at them out of the corner of his eye, he turned his head right after as he heard the low, rumbling engine of the bus. As the vehicle slowed to a stop and let out one last exertion of exhaust fumes, he climbed the steep stairs and sat as far to the back as he could. After everyone got settled and some people were let off, the bus started again and began its route.

~o0o~

Feliciano had been calling every country since yesterday morning, he asked everyone he called if they could come over to his place at 10:30 with a gift, and they all knew what he meant. The only people who couldn't make it were Kiku, Yao, and Arthur. Kiku recently had a heart attack and Yao was visiting him every other minute at the hospital, and Arthur got strep throat. After confirming his last call, he grabbed a roll of streamers and tape and set out for a corner of the room. He taped up red ribbon all across one wall and moved onto the next, until a red square was formed in the room.

He had a reason to do this; after all, it was Romano's birthday. Romano would leave for his job right after breakfast and come home some time at 12, when he first started, he become extremely tired and didn't want to do anything or go anywhere. So Feliciano decided to throw a surprise party to cheer him up about his tough, new job. He opened a bag of balloons' and started blowing air into the rubber, he tied the end when it was full enough and started on the next. He had cleared a space on the coffee table for the presents and had bought some Italian music to liven up the party.

He heard a knock on the door as he was halfway done blowing up the second balloon and let the air blow out so he could answer it. When he opened the door, Antonio was standing on the patio with a rather large box in his hands, wrapped in paper with streamers and confetti. He gave Feliciano an awkward hug and invited himself in.

"I know the party is supposed to start in at least an hour or two, but I wanted to help you decorate!" Feli told him where to set his present and they both sat down on the couch.

"Oh, Spain, you really don't need to bother, I can handle this myself!" Feliciano assured him, but Antonio shook a hand at him.

"He's my tomato that I've raised since you two were conquered by Roderich, this is the least I can do, and besides, after we finish we can do a bunch of random stuff!" Feli chuckled and starting blowing into the balloon. After a good five minutes, they balloons were both strung up or thrown on the floor, the streamers were hung all over the house, and confetti was tossed along the floors. Feli and Antonio were sitting on the couch watching TV when they heard the doorbell ring, Feliciano got up to check who it was and opened the door to France.

"Fratello, (Brother) I can't believe you made it!" They kissed both cheeks and Italy took his present. "I'll set this on the table, take a seat, I'll get some snacks!" Francis walked in and turned in circles at the sight of the decorations.

"You've really outdone yourself with this party, mon ami (My friend)… I'm sure he'll love it!" Feli blushed.

"Thank Antonio too; he helped me out with most of this stuff!" Spain waved a hand and greeted Francis, getting a laugh in return. He sat on the couch and Feliciano walked through the arch into the kitchen, he grabbed a plate of various fruits and brought it into the living room.

They munched on the snacks and took turns answering the door anytime it rang or someone knocked. Soon after, it seemed like there was so much commotion that the party officially started, so Feli turned off the TV and hit play on the boom box. Spain took the liberty of arranging all the snacks and drinks; everyone took their share and chatted or danced. A few of the countries took an empty beer bottle and cleared the dining table, for a while, a good game of spin the bottle took place until it became as late as 12:30. Feli had switched through five different CD's, the snacks were long gone, and everyone was getting a bit worried for his brother.

"Hey, Feliciano, is he actually coming?" Alfred shouted over the music. Feli lifted the curtain slightly, only seeing darkness with the occasional street lamp.

"I don't know… He should be here by now." He let it drift back to its original position and shrugged; he walked into the kitchen and threw away his empty cup. Someone started shouting from the living room and he ran back in to see what was happening.

"He's coming down the sidewalk! I can't really make anything out except for a curl, but that's got to be him!" Antonio hit the stereo system and Prussia turned off all the lights, everyone his in a different spot, out of sight.

~o0o~

Romano was staggering awkwardly back home, the boss let him have the privilege to kill the guy and some of the blood splatter stained his suit. Most people say that the first kill is always the hardest, but his actually wasn't that bad, maybe because he knew that the guy needed to be killed for his wrong doing on the world. He neared his home and waddled up the steps to keep his coat from pressing into his skin, further dirtying himself. He lifted a stiff arm and turned the doorknob, opening it ever so slightly as to see if anyone was there. Upon seeing pitch black, he entered while trying as hard as he could not to make a sound.

Someone hit all the lights and probably 20 people jumped out from nowhere, scaring him enough to jump. The room was decorated with plenty of balloon's and colors, and a handful of people had on party hats. Romanos' heart started to rapidly beat, not because he was surprised, but because he was still in a uniform that was stained with blood. Everyone went from dying-with-glee to wth-happened in three seconds flat, the worst of all was his own brother and Antonio. Antonio stood up and turned to everyone else.

"Alright, everyone get out, the party's over!" A low murmur started and everyone followed Spains' orders. After everyone started walking back home, Antonio shut the door. "So Romano… Care to explain to us why you're covered in blood?" The Spaniard crossed his arms.

"Nothing, it's none of your business!" He tried to walk past him, but Spain grabbed Romano by the shoulder.

"Don't you dare walk away, you have some extreme explaining to do!" Romano swiped his hand away.

"I already told you, it's none of your business, now shut the f*ck up!" He tried again to walk away, but he felt someone grab him again. He turned around to hit the person or swear or something, but he stopped when he saw it was Feliciano.

"Fratello, please tell us, it's for your own good." He pulled his arm back and looked at me with pleading eyes. I shook my head otherwise.

"No, Fratello, this is for your own good. It's better for you to not know or worry about it, just let it go, both of you!" Romano glared at Antonio and he frowned, "Now I'm going to wash these clothes and have dinner, I'll see you two later." He turned around and headed up the stairs; Romano could hear both of them whispering but couldn't make anything out. He headed into the wash room and took off his dress coat, under coat, and tie. He opened a window to let some air in and overheard Antonio and Feli outside.

"Just keep an eye on him, okay? He's up to something more than he's telling us, obviously… I don't know why it's so important, but just try your best, sí?" Probably Antonio.

"Okay… I'll call you if I find anything out, ciao!" Definitely his brother.

"¡Adiós!" And with that, he spotted Antonio walking back to his house. Romano turned towards the washing machine with a fire building inside of him, if they found out he was in the mafia, he'd probably lose his privilege to represent Southern Italy. He heard the front door shut tight and Feli padded up the wooden stairs, he peeked his head in and Romano turned his away.

"Fratello (brother), I don't like to see you this way… I want to say, first, that I'm sorry it seemed like we were invading your privacy." Romano sighed, "Second…" He walked forward and placed a hand on his older brothers' shoulder, "I won't bother you about this again, you have my word." Romano sighed again, but he placed his hand on top of his brothers' and locked his gaze with him.

"Apology accepted, you turd." Feli laughed and walked out of the room, Romano sighed (agaaain) and turned back to the machine, it still had a good amount of time, but he didn't want to walk around the house with no shirt on. But what about tomorrow? And the next day? Would Feliciano eventually find out? It would break his fragile, little heart to know that his older brother, a person he looked up to, had joined the badest of the bad. It would have to be settled out with his bosss, both of them.

READ THIS READ THIS READ THIS READ THIS OR ELSE I'LL KILL YOU WHILE YOU DAYDREAM! This first chapter is merely a test~! If I don't get enough/ good reviews, then I'm taking it off of this website~! So please send in your response, if it's good, THAT'S JUST AWESOME! If it's negative, pleeeeease word it as nice as possible so I won't go into some kind of a writing depression, I have before! I really hope I can keep this going though, I will tell you what I'm aiming for, though, see, if I get 3-5 reviews, I'll keep this going! ~Hasta La Pasta!