HAPPY FUCKIN FOURTH! GO AMERICA! He-he you can so tell its Falke not Onee-Chan. So like Onee wrote the beginning to this fic, which is unusual. I like so couldn't figure out how the hell to start this fic so yal give her a thanks for that damn good beginning! Now onto this chapter… great.

HetaliaShadow doesn't own Hetalia. If we did we wouldn't write fan fics.

Chapter 2

Night was falling over the city, the sun dipping below the horizon until black overtook the sky. A tired looking cop dragged his feet along the side walk.

"Even the sun hides from the crime in this blasted city." he growled in a rough German accent.

He walked four blocks to a simple apartment building where outside stood a little Italian in a dark suit.

The man smiled one of his rare smiles "Hallo Feli."

The Italian walked over and hugged him "Ve Luddy!" he checked his watch "You're late."

Ludwig grimaced. He hated being late. "There's a lot of work to be done around the station, I got stuck."

Feliciano hid a knowing smile and instead poked Ludwig "How come? What's all the work?"

Ludwig smiled again "Ah I can't tell you that. Police knowledge only."

Feli faked sighed. "Ok then lets go eat pasta!"

Ludwig nodded "How was your day?" Ludwig asked walking into the building.

"Oh well just a normal day." Feli answered bouncing up the stairs with Ludwig behind him.

Ludwig unlocked the door to his apartment and flipped on the light. He sighed seeing it was empty.

Feli touched Ludwig's arm. "I'm sure your brothers safe wherever he is."

Ludwig shook his head, his blue eyes filled with sadness. "I hope so. Well, let's start making that pasta."

Else where in the city, deep into Italian territory, walked Feliks and Gilbert.

"I think we're far enough away from Ivan now." Gilbert said sitting down at a bench along the side walk.

"We're like, right up the Italians asses though." he said sitting beside Gilbert

He chuckled "They don't know about the awesome us yet!"

Feliks sighed "I just hope you run that gun as well as you do your mouth."

"Ha you bet I do! I'm awesome like that! Now you wanted to talk?" Gilbert said leaning back.

"Yes, we should like totally break off from Ivan one day! We could like totally have more fun and like maybe even have our own mob!" Feliks said his green eyes dancing in excitement.

"But breaking off from Ivan is unheard of… and stupidly dangerous. What about our families? He'd kill them if we broke off." Gilbert said.

"We take them with us!" Feliks countered.

"My bruders a cop! He wouldn't take off with me to run a damn mob! He doesn't even know what I'm doing now…" Gilbert said falling silent.

"Like cheer up. I like totally said 'one day' not like tomorrow." Feliks said patting the albino's platinum hair.

"We should walk back before the Italians find us. Or before Ivan starts searching for us." Gilbert said suppressing a shiver

"That like would totally suck." Feliks said thinking about what happens to those Ivan has to look for

The two then started there trek back to their part of the city. Gilbert had to force himself to walk past the street where his bruder had his apartment.

Feliks helped drag him to the next street over. But back in the apartment Feli had just finished making pasta, and a mess of Ludwig's kitchen.

Ludwig sat at the table, his dogs laying around him as he read the paper and talked with Feli and drank his beer. A bottle of wine and a glass were set out for Feliciano.

"Ve~ Pasta's done!" Feli called brining two plates over.

Ludwig put the paper neatly on the counter as Feli set the plates down.

Ludwig poured wine for Feli as he dug into the still hot pasta. Ludwig smiled just a little as he too began to eat.

Out by the docks, ten miles from Ludwig's and Feli's peaceful dinner, stood five armed men.

"Lovi you look so cute in a fedora!" Antonio said in a hushed whisper.

Romano elbowed him in the stomach "Don't call me Lovi and shut up and be serious!"

Romano's phone vibrated, he picked up.

"Yes?" he said.

"Shipment will be there in five."

Romano hung up.

"Lars and Vash go by the end of the pier near the truck. Let no one pass. Sadiq and Antonio help unload when they get here." Romano said.

The four scrambled to follow orders. Within five minutes a small and sleek boat pulled up to the docks.

Three arms men popped up from the deck.

"You the don?" one asked.

"Yes stupid. Now you aren't getting paid to talk, start unloading the damn shipment." Romano growled.

The men did just that, their boss emerging from the ship's small cabin.

"Only four men? Your grandfather wouldn't have left without six!" he said in a Cuban accented voice.

Romano ignored him and watched as the shipment of drugs moved from the ship to the truck.

"How much?" he asked.

"300 pounds of marijuana, oh and this free gift to you, some barb." the Cuban said handing Romano a small case.

He nodded slipping the case into his pocket.

"Antonio!" Romano yelled.

Antonio rushed over "Yes?"

"Pay him. Sadiq let's go." Romano said walking down the pier, the last crate already in his truck.

Vash and Lars were helping load the truck, the Cuban's men sauntered back down the pier.

The truck was finished loading so they climbed into their truck.

Antonio walked back down the pier and climbed into the driver's seat while talking on his phone.

"Yes Lilli follow her, keep tabs on her. Update when something happens. Or at least twice a day." he said before hanging up.

"Romano we have Lilli on Francis's girl. Would you like me to inform your fratello?"

"No I will later, now drive." Romano growled.

He rested his head against the cold glass of the car window and watched the skyline pass by, for it was just another night in the city.

Ha that probably sucked! Well sorry yal. I like totally lost the driving will I usually have to write, like ask Onee-Chan! I used to write like every damn moment and now I don't want to… eep scary. So sorry if this sucks, but I TRIEEEED! Pwease review? It would make me and Onee-Chan happy