"Hey, Fratello!" Here he comes. Finally. My brother, Iseah, is a very
cheerful person, but forgetful. I sighed. We had to get going.

"Come on, we are meeting the heads today." My brother and I got in a
'mishap' when we were younger and were found by Mafia agents. They
raised us and trained us since I was 6 and my brother 4. It's been 15
years since we have joined but we have never even seen the heads of
the Mafia.

"I heard from Jackson, that they were brothers just like us! Do you
think that could be us one day?" He says, catching up to me. We were
walking to the leaders' house because it wasn't that far down the road
from the Base.

"With a lot of training, probably." The mysterious heads of the mafia
were rumored to have high governmental offices and also church
positions, alongside being the leaders of the Italian Mafia, which is
why we, the Mafia, haven't gotten into much trouble.

"I bet they're OLD. They were the heads when we were found."

"Mmm-Hmm." We walked up to a red door. It look like a normal door. I
looked at my brother, "This is the right address, sì?"

"Number 7, Vineville road, yup!"

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The door opened,
semmingly by itself. I looked at my brother, "Guns out." I whispered.
We both pulled out our handguns, mine a .45-magnum. We cautiously
walked into the house. The room was pitch black, except for the light
streaming from the lampost behind us. I closed the door slowly. My
brother reached for the light switch but I wacked his hand away. It
was better to be in the dark and unseen than be in the light and in
the open. We don't know where they are but they surely knew where we
are.

I walked around the room as quietly as I could, feeling with my shoes
for something to duck down behind. 'TAP!' Got'cha. I felt it with one
hand. It was a couch. A very expensive leather couch to be precise. I
grabbed my brother and ducked down, "Stay here." I whispered. I stood
up, but not all the way. I was slightly hunckered down. I listened for
any sound, but all I could hear was Iseah and my own breathing. Then
there was a strange noise. I listened closer. Someone was walking into
the room! I ducked back down. Two maybe three people were walking down
what sounded like a hallway. The lights were turned on, streaming
through the crack under the door.

After a few moments, the footsteps stopped, "Who are we suppose to
meet, again?" An unknown voice said from the hallway. It was a
slightly femine voice.

"Iseah and Micheal Vinduri. They're the two kids that joined and broke
the record of the youngest person joining the Mafia." replied a
rougher voice.

"Ah, that's right. Ve~"

The door opened and the lights were turned on, "It's seven o'clock.
They should of been here by now. If they weren't such good agents, I'd
probably kill them."

"Romano, that's not a nice thing to say." A new voice said. It had a
foreign accent to it, Spanish maybe?

'Romano' scoffed, "I'm not a nice person."

"Hmm... Well, I better get going. Don't forget about the World Meeting
tomorrow." The footsteps started again and the door opened.

The lights turned on. I signaled Iseah to fire on three. One... Two...
Th...

-

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?!" We looked
up in shock. How did I not hear him?!

In front of us was a man about 19 with dark aburn hair that had a
weird curl which defied gravity on the right side of his head. His
hazel eyes were burning with a fire, wait, no, now they are green. Or
are they brown? Olive? Carmel? I stared at his eyes in confusion
trying to figure out what shade they were.

Then there was a gun in my face, which knocked me out of my trance. I
blinked for a bit trying to remember who I was, where I was and why
there was a gun in my face. My brother grabbed my arm.

"Who's there, Roma~?" A tan man with curly brown hair came around the
couch. His eyes, I was absolutely positive, were emerald.

It was silent. The third person walked over. He looked just like
'Romano' except his hair was lighter and the curl was on the other
side of his head. His eyes were mostly closed. He had a gun pointed at
my brother. I glared at him, daring him to shoot.

"Who the hell are you?" 'Romano' asked again.

"My name is Iseah Vinduri and this is my fratello Micheal. You are
Lovino and Feliciano Vargas, sì?"

'Romano' looked at us sceptically. I put my gun away but kept my hand
near it. Iseah did the same, "It's about fucking time you got here,
idiotas." 'Romano' put his gun away. The younger Italian did the same.
We relaxed our arms and stood up.

"Well, I'll be going. See you tomorrow, Roma~! Adios, Feli!" The brown
haired Spainard opened the door and left after a 'ciao Tonio!' from
the younger Italian and a 'about time you left, tomato bastard!' from
'Romano.'

Then there was four...

'Romano' cleared his throat, "I'm Lovino. That's Feliciano. We are
the heads of the Mafia and..." He said, kind of awkwardly.

"Wait, you're the heads?! But you so young and.." I slapped my hand
over my brother's mouth.

Feliciano smiled, "It's because we are imm..." Lovino slapped his hand
over the younger's mouth.

We stared at each other. Then Romano and I chuckled as we took our
hands off.

"I told you, fatello! They are just like us!" Feliciano said.

"I see what you mean." Lovino looked at us, "We have called for the
two of you, specifically because we have a very important job for both
of you. Me and my brother have been juggling way too many roles and
want a bit of a break. You, guys, are to follow us around and see how
we react with people daily and then you will take on some of our
roles. You understand?"

"Yes, sir!" We both said at the same time.

"What we are about to tell you, you cannot repeat to anyone else but
us and each other. What you see, will not be discused with anyone else
but whom are in this room, correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Come and sit down." Iseah and I sat on the black couch we were
previously hiding behind. Feliciano sat on a black leather chair to
the right of me and Lovino on the black leather chair on the left of
Iseah.

-

"On this Earth, there are tons of living beings as you both should
know. Humans are the dominate species but what everyone doesn't know,
but a few people, is that there are two types of humans." We looked at
him in confusion and silently questioning his sanity. He chuckled, "We
are not insane. If you don't believe us now you will very soon. There
are mortal regular humans and then there's..."

"Superheroes!" Iseah said. The two heads looked at him then burst out
laughing. Well, Feliciano did. Lovino, just smiled and shook his head.
He tried to hide the smile, though. I wonder why. He has a nice smile.

"No, not superheroes. Nations. Feliciano and I am one of the many
nations. Free to live as long as our country does. I represent South
Italy."

"And I represent North Italy! And Antonio represent Spain and Luddy
represents Germany! And..."

"That's enough, Feli."

Feliciano looked at my brother's and my overwelmed expressions and
looked sheepishly at his brother, "Sorry."

Lovino just shook his head, "It's fine. Since there are two of us
representing Italy we are both given different names. My Nation name
is Italia Romano and everyone calls me Romano. Feli's Nation name is
Italia Veneziano. He's the lucky one that was given the name Italy,
but me and my friend, Prussia, call him Veneziano."

"Why is Veneziano the only one called Italy and why are there two
Italies?"

They looked at each other. Then they looked at us. Romano sighed and
began, "About 2,000 years ago, I was put on this Earth. I was under
mio Nonno's care. He was the Great Roman Empire. 200 years later, I
was kidnapped from my home by a kingdom named Naples. A century later,
Veneziano was made and Nonno had given up hope finding me. It wasn't
until after he died, that I was found by Prussia. By then, everyone
believed that Feli was the only Italy. So he was given the name.

"When Italy became one nation and Rome, the capital, I was suppose to
be the only Italy, but... He's my brother, I couldn't destroy him for
name that didn't matter to me anymore."

We both nodded in agreement. We could agree to that and would do the
same thing in Romano's position.

"Well, first, your cover. You guys are going to be our security guards
because of 'assassinations' against Romano and I."

Romano smirked, "Some of our fellow nations actually know that there
were no assassinations and will help us. They are Spain, Prussia,
Japan, America, and Germany." He handed us pictures of said nations.

"Why these nations?" My brother asked.

"America would put us in an iron box to protect us. He takes his job
as World Protector and Diplomat VERY seriously. Spain raised me and is
insanely protective of me." Veneziano nodded rappidly in agreement,
"Japan is an old ally and a trustworthy friend. Germany is very
protective of Venie..."

"And Prussia is Romano's boyfriend!" Feliciano yelled before being
tackled by Romano.

I looked at my brother with a raised eyebrow. He shrugged and smiled.
When we looked back, Romano was sitting on a laughing Feliciano, with
a scowl on his red face, "He is not my boyfriend. We are just friends."

"But you love him, Roma~! He is the only person besides me that you
don't call a mean name! You even call him Gil and he calls you Süd.
He's also the only person that can get you to laugh!"

Romano's face turned redder, "I hate you."

I cleared my throat. Romano looked at me and continued, still on
Feliciano's back, "Prussia is a good friend of mine and has been for
almost my whole entire life. He is definitly NOT my boyfriend." He
glared at his brother. He looked back at us, "Another reason that we
have trusted these people is that they are the one's that will be able
to know you are not us in a second." I nodded, "Micheal, you are going
to be following me. Iseah, Feliciano. It may be confusing for a bit,
which is why we have been given three months to complete this project."

Feliciano spoke, "Only you two can have a gun and you may act as
security guards, so anyone that aproaches us threateningly, you may
tackle or hold them at gun point. Tomorrow, we have a World Meeting.
When we are there, stay in the shadows and speak only when spoken to
and follow our orders and America's ONLY. There will be a lot of
Nations there that, since they are Nations, will try to take advantage
of you or order you around."

"If they touch you, take them down." Romano continued, leaving no room
for arguement in his voice. He had moved back to his chair while
Feliciano was talking. Feliciano just sat on the floor relaxing. "If
they order you to do something, look at us and ignore them. If they
ask you a question, answer but do not give any information other than
the following: you are Italian Secury Guards sent to protect the
Italies from assassination attempts. You have been cleared by America,
Germany, Spain, and Japan to protect the Italian Brothers and can use
any force necessary until the threat has passed. Got it?"

"Yes, sir."

"No personal information, especially about the Mafia. If they ask
about training, tell the truth. You have been trained in one of the
top weaponary programs in the world for fifteen years. If they ask any
personal questions say you are not permitted to answer and leave it at
that."

"Yes, sir."

"Now, any questions?"

"Are there any specific Nations we should watch out for?" I asked. The
more we knew about these Nations the better.

The brothers looked at each other, then back at us, "France." Romano
said, handing us a picture. "He's a pervert and will sleep with
anything that moves, but he's also smart and calculating. He sees more
than most realize."

"Russia," Veneziano said, handing us another picture, "He's very
creepy but a good friend of ours. It's his sister, Belarus, that you
have to watch out for." He handed us another picture, "She stalks her
brother and is determined to marry him. She can be very deadly if she
thinks you are too close to her brother. She's tried to kill Lovino at
least seven times."

Lovino nodded, "Turkey." He handed us another picture, "He tried to
kidnap me when I was little and is obsessed with getting the one thing
he was denied: me."

"You get kidnapped a lot, sì?" Iseah asked, chuckling.

"When I was little, I was kidnapped by Naples. Attempted by France,
Turkey, and Russia. So, sì. Now, not so much. I can fight back now."

"Anyone else?" I asked.

The two thought for a moment, "Switzerland." Feliciano said, handing
us yet another picture, "Although he is very much nuetral, if you even
think of threatening Liechtenstein," Picture, "he will kill you. He's
the one Nation that always has a gun on him, allowed or not. If he
shows a gun tomorrow at the meeting, take him down."

"I think that's it..." Romano said thinking.

"Any allies, we should be aware of besides these five?"

"Canada, England, Portugal, Belguim, Netherlands, Romania, Austria,
Hungary, China, Taiwan, Korea, Australia, and you can add Russia to
the ally list." Lovino handed us pictures of them, "Anyone else?" He
asked his brother.

Veneiziano thought for a minute, "Sweden, Lithuania, and Latvia." He
handed us pictures.

"They may be allies, but they can and most likely will bug you or
question you. So be very careful." Romano said. "Now, let have dinner
and get some rest, you two will need it. Don't worry about clothes. We
have some suits for you in your rooms and all of your clothes should
arrived while we are gone tomorrow. If you have any valuables in the
Base, they will be brought too."

We nodded. Veneziano had ran into the kitchen at the word 'dinner.'

Romano got up and looked at us as we were walking toward the kitchen,
"I hope you like pasta, cause you'll be eating a lot of it here. Feli
is obsessed with it." I blinked, so is Iseah... The said person ran
into the kitchen to help.

Romano chuckled, "Let me give you a tour while we wait." He turned
down the emerald green hallway to our right. The same hallway Romano,
Veneziano and Spain came out of earlier, "This house use to belong to
mio Nonno Roma. He built it himself at the hight of the Roman Empire.
Through out the years, each person that visits leaves a mark." He
stopped at a cream door to his right, "This was and is still my room."
He opened it.

It was fairly clean room with a couple misplaced shoes or books every
once in a while. The room was a light green with black, red and white
furnature. There was a black king sized bed with a red comforter and
white and green pillows. Oddly enough there was a tomato pillow right
in the center of it.

"Spain gave that to me when I was little." Romano said, when he saw
what I was looking at. He walked towards it, "It's nearly four
centuries old." He brushed his hand on it, "But still looks the same
as when I first got it." He smiled.

"Most people think that I'm rude and cruel, but..." he sighed and
looked at me, "They don't understand and probably never will. In order
to become me, you have to know how I think." He walked around his bed
to a drawer. Inside was a journal, "It's really hard, being as old as
I am to remember everything I need to, but I never forget. Everything
that has ever happened to me is in this notebook. No, it's not a diary
or a journal. It's all of my memories. In order from the day I was
made to now. No matter how painful the memory or how simple, it's all
in here." He handed it to me.

"Don't lose it, please."

I nodded, "I will protect it with my life..."

"No. Don't promise that." He shook his head, "Nothing is worth a
life." I just stood there. What was I suppose to do?"Let's continue."

I followed him out. We walked down the hall in silence. We stopped at
the next cream door on the left, "This is Feliciano's room. He may
take you in there, but I will not." I nodded.

We continued walking, we passed a door on the right, which Romano told
me was the batheroom. Then one on the left, a guest room. Usually
Spain's, Prussia's, Japan's, America's or Germany's.

We stopped at the next door to the left, "This is your room and
Iseah's will be down the hall first door to your right." I nodded,
"Well? Go on in. It's your room now. I'll go and check to see if they
have burnt down the kitchen, yet or overloaded it with so much food
that we could feed an army." He turned and walked down the hallway.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. I stepped in and turned on
the lights. It was a big room. Not as big as Romano's but bigger than
the room that I shared with my brother at the Base. The color theme
was black, white, red, and green. All of my favorite colors.

The walls were a crimson red with a white latched double window on the
far wall. There was a picture of me and my fratello on the wall beside
me. I smiled at it. The further I walked into the room, the more I
could see. To my left was a black queen sized mattress with creamy
white comforters and pillows, a mix of green and white on each in
weird and cool designs. There was a black bedside table on both sides
of the bed with whites nobs outlined with emerald green. One held a
lamp and an alarm clock.

To my right was a black dresser with white nobs outlined in emerald
green and six drawers, three high and two long. Beside it, was a white
door, probably the closet. Infront of the window was a black desk with
a thin, white laptop with a red outline on top. Infront of it was a
black roller-chair with green cushions with very thin white stripes.

I sat down on the bed, looking at the book Romano had given me. For a
book filled with two thousand years of memories, it sure was small. It
was only as thick as my index finger with about a thousand pages in
it. The book was red. There was no special designs on it or anything.
I wasn't sure if I should open it yet. I sighed and set it on the table.

I decided to pick out an outfit for tomorrow, instead. When I turned
on the closet light, I was shocked. The closet was ENORMOUS! It was at
least eight feet long! On one side was pants, ties, and on top; hats.
The other side had shirts, jackets and on the bottum; shoes. Some of
the racks were empty. On the far end was another dresser.

I HAVE A WALK-IN CLOSET! I grinned. I walked over to the shirts and
picked out a red dress-up shirt. Red makes my dark auburn hair stand
out even more and contrasts with my olive green eyes. I grabbed a
black tie with thin red strips on it and black slacks and suit jacket.
I glanced at the hats and my jaw dropped. There were at least 40
fadorras! The only difference between some of them were the ribbon
color. I smiled and gabbed a black one with a red ribbon with thin
white stripes.

I took the outfit and set it on my bed. I snapped my finger, shoes!
And socks of course. I went in and grabbed shoes that would match the
outfit.

The socks were easy enough to find. Top left drawer in the dresser in
my room. Got to remember that.

I stood infront of the door thinking of what I should do next. I
glanced at the book, still lying on my nightstand. Tempting me to open
it and see what was inside.