I don't own The Godfather and Hetalia
I only own the idea and some changes.
Grandpa Rome's name will be…Julius Vargas, based on some info I founded from the internet.
Every name will be Italy-like name.
Enjoy the story and please be nice, this is my first story with chapters.
Oh and I'll be updating every Sunday
Ch. 1
The Beginning
The sun was shining on top of their heads. Some of them mourned and some looked down with that heavy feeling in their chest. Music played along the way to the place where they will bury a dead man in the coffin. A mother with two sons, walked behind the carried coffin, the mother mourned for the death of her husband, the older son gritted his teeth as tears flown down his cheeks, and the younger one just hold his mother's hand.
"Mama, I swear, I will seek revenge for papa," the older one spoke with tone full of hatred. But He couldn't seek his revenge. A sudden gunshot filled the air, people started to scream, some men loaded their gun and started shooting the shooter, and they hit him. The mother cried even louder because her older one was the one who got shot.
The next day, the mother took his younger son to meet Don Edelstini. He was a man in charge, he was a mafia. The mother begged for mercy upon her family, she begged Don Edelstini to spare his son's life, and took her life instead. But, Don Edelstini refused.
"I'm sorry, but I knew one day, your sons will avenge me," the man spoke. She started walk towards him, kneeled in front of him.
"Please, he's only a child, he can't do anything to harm you," she pleaded. Don Edelstini shook his head. Then she pulled out a knife and threaded Don Edelstini. The men around them started to point their gun at her. The atmosphere was threatening, but her son stood there seeing the entire scene.
"Run Julius!" she screamed in terror, as she tried to cut Don Edelstini, but she was too late. The sound of the gunshot was like the sound of a heavy rain. Julius looked with terror and he started to run, tears flowing down his cheeks. He sobbed and ran to the village.
At night, Julius got helped from his parents' friends. They Julius what to do, his mother already had a plan for him. At dawn, Julius hid in a wagon and they started to go out of the village. They arrived at a harbor and sent Julius to New York, America, as an immigrant.
Julius finally arrived at New York. He walked to the registration place. "What is your name, son?" the man asked. Julius didn't answer, of course, he didn't understand any English. Then the man took a look at Julius's name tag. It said 'Julius Vargas from Corleone, Sicily, South Italy'. The man sent Julius to his room, where he could stay until someone adopted him.
Julius sat on his bed, looked out from the window, to saw the scenery of sunset in New York. He never felt so lonely before, what he could do in here, he was worried. But then he remembered a song from his mother. She said if Julius ever felt uneasy, he could sing this song. And so he did.
15 years later
Julius worked in a tomato market, quite popular in Little Italy. He made quite a living out of it, but soon bad news came. "I'm sorry Julius, but there's this guy who needs a job, and this guy is Don Kirklando's son, you know, if I couldn't find him a job, I'll die, hehe you know what I mean, right?"
As much as Julius liked this job, he knew that everyone around here afraid of Don Kirklando. He was the man in charge here, he controlled everything and everyone, and most of all he was a Mafioso. "Okay, don't worry, I'm fine with it," Julius said with a sad smile.
"Oh thank you so much and I'm so sorry, Julius," the bowed at him. And in returned the man gave Julius some money. Julius accepted it and went out to the crowded road. How should he tell his wife about it? Was there any job left for him? Would it be enough to feed his family? Well, maybe he could talk it out with his wife about it.
He arrived in his small apartment. His wife was preparing dinner for them, but she looked surprised because Julius already back. "What's the matter, dear?" she asked with a worry tone. Julius shook his and let out a big sigh. He put his hat on the hat rack and sat down.
"I've lost my job," Julius finally spoke. His wife smiled sadly and then she sat down in front of Julius, held his hand.
"Did you do something?" she asked.
"No, they replaced me for Don Kirklando's son," he sighed. She nod then stood up.
"I'm sure you'll get a new job, maybe you'll get a better job with more income so you can fulfill our needs, and our child's," she said then rubbed her belly. Julius smiled and walked closer to her and gave her a hug.
The next day, Julius looked around for new jobs, but no luck for him. Then someone tapped him on the shoulder. Julius turned around to find Don Kirklando himself, standing beside him. "Ah, you must be Julius Vargas?"
Julius nod. "You know, I could use more man in my organization, you know the mafia, maybe if you could kill this one person named Francisco Bonini I would welcome you to the family and I would give you something big in return," Don Kirklando said. Julius really confused right now. He needed the money but he couldn't just kill some strangers.
"Don Kirklando, I'm sorry but I need some time to think about, if that's okay with you," Julius answered. Don Kirklando smiled and secretly handed Julius a piece of paper, he walked off. Julius looked at the piece of paper and it was information about this Francisco Bonini. He putted away the piece of paper into his pocket. He rushed to his apartment.
He called his wife and talked about what Don Kirklando just said. Julius was so confused, he asked his wife for advices. But his wife also confused. Then suddenly there was a sound coming from the bathroom. Julius took a look and a person trying to threw a sack into Julius's bathroom. Julius caught it, and it was very heavy. Then he looked at the man who threw it. He said, "It's from Don Kirklando." Julius look inside the sack and it was a sack full of guns and riffle. Julius didn't have a choice.