It's been a very, very long time since my last story. I've always wanted to write a mafia story for a long time so now I'm giving it a shot. I actually did research on the mafia for this story so hopefully everything in here is fairly accurate. Sorry if Veneziano is slightly OOC but I make him slightly more mature in a lot of my stories.

Warnings: Violence, mention of drugs and Romano's language

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot of this story!

Italy stood in his bright kitchen absentmindedly stirring a large pot of marinara sauce. He glanced out the window and looked out at the bright blue sky dotted with white fluffy clouds. It was an extremely sunny day outside and everything had been peaceful since he woke up. Everything was fine except for a certain sense of unease Feliciano had been feeling for the past several days. Even though everything was fine and he hadn't heard of anything wrong in his country or with his people, he had been having anxiety that something was wrong.

A light knock at the door broke the Italian out of his troubling thoughts and he quickly walked over to the door to see who was visiting him. Italy smiled happily at the sight of Spain at the door. "Hi Spain! It's good to see you! Ve you want some pasta? I was just making some~" Italy's smile faltered slightly when he noticed the troubled look on Antonio's face. Spain rubbed the back of his neck and gave Feli a halfhearted smile.

"Lo siento (sorry) Italy but I was actually here to see if Lovi was here. I haven't heard from him for a while now even though this is tomato season and he's usually at my house all the time." The Spanish nation chuckled slightly but the laughter didn't reach his eyes. It was obvious that he was more worried than he was letting on. Veneziano smiled and waved the older nation inside and he walked over to his phone.

"Ve~ don't worry big brother Spain! I'm sure Romano is just at his house taking care of some business or something. I'll call him for you~" Italy dialed his brother's number and waited a moment expecting to hear his brother's usual angry greeting. But a second later he heard a beep and Lovino's voicemail sounded in his ear. Italy couldn't help but feel worry start to prickle at his mind. Roma always kept his phone on and near him so that Spain or Italy could always reach him. He hated going through a bunch of voicemails so his phone was always in his pocket and with the ringer turned up. Spain cleared his throat and looked at Feli hopefully. Italy forced a bright smile and pulled the phone away from his ear. "Ve he didn't answer. But I'm sure fratello is just busy! No need to worry~" Italy smiled at the Spaniard reassuringly but Spain looked at him a moment then smiled a little shakily.

"Sí…I'm sure he's fine." Spain stood up and nodded to Italy. "Well I suppose I'll head home and I'll just make sure there are lots of tomatoes for when he returns! I'll make some churros as well. Call me if you hear from him before I do. Adios Italia. (Goodbye Italy)" With that Antonio smiled and left quietly closing the door behind him. Italy stared at the door a moment then his gaze turned to his phone. Why hadn't Roma answered? The unease the northern half-nation had been feeling increased but he forced himself to put the phone back onto the table it had been on before and went back to preparing the sauce he had previously been stirring.

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Italy woke up the next day and tiredly sat up and rubbed his light brown eyes. He glanced over at his phone and saw no missed calls or texts. He'd been hoping that Roma would call him but his phone had been completely silent all night, save for the few text he'd received from Germany.

Suddenly the phone lit up and Feli's loud ringtone filled the room. He jumped up and answered right away, briefly checking the caller ID. "Ciao Rom-" He was cut off by a loud laugh he didn't recognize sounded through the speaker.

"l'hai preso? (You got him?)" The voice asked. It was very deep and had a thick Italian accent that Veneziano immediately recognized as one from a southern Italian.

"Of course I got him." Romano's voice answered back. "Idiot tried to run out on a deal. He won't be doing that again." He listened to the conversation silently. He could hear both of them laughing. What was his fratello doing? Why did his voice sound so much colder? Feliciano listened carefully. "We're going back to Calabria now. To tell everyone that I finally got rid of that little annoyance that had been bothering you." Romano laughed darkly and Feli's eyes widened. Just then he heard the front door open downstairs and a footsteps coming up the stairs. A minute later Germany poked his head into the room.

"Italy? What are you doing up here?" Germany asked loudly. Italy made a motion for him to be quiet but apparently it was too late. He heard Romano swear on the other end of the phone.

"Shit, il mio telefono è in! (my phone is turned on)" And with that the line when dead. Italy looked at the phone and then over to Germany. The blond nation was staring at him with a slight look of concern in his sky blue eyes. Italy stood up and quickly started putting on his blue uniform.

"Sorry Germany but I have to take a trip to Calabria." He said hurriedly as he packed a bag with extra clothes. He knew that organized crime had been trouble in his brother's part of the nation but Romano had repeatedly told him that it was nothing he couldn't handle himself. Italy walked past Germany and quickly put on his coat and headed towards the door.

"Wait Italy, why are you going to Calabria? That's your brother's part of the country isn't it?" Ludwig said confused. Italy didn't want to worry Germany over so he simply smiled and looked back at his friend while he opened the front door.

"Ve don't worry Germany~ I'm just going to visit fratello. I'll be back in a couple days~" Italy hurried over to his car and waved goodbye to the, still confused German. "Bye Germany! I left some pasta in the fridge you can have if you like~" And with that he sped down the street.

I need to find out what's going on with fratello.

TBC

It took me a really long time to get that written. I hope it's not too bad, I'm a bit out of practice. Yes I know Italy is kind of OOC and is a little too serious but I had to do it for the story. Please review and tell me what you thought or any ideas for what you want to happen. I'll try to get the next chapter out soon