Summary: Four Big Shot Mafias, one huge town. When four different gangs of smuggling and law breaking fight for dominance, this is what happens.
Woot! APH story number 2, Mafia AU. I was supposed to update "Not That Kind of Wonderland" first but I think I should post a new story first ;) Right, so to get things straight, there will be four mafias in one huge city. I will elaborate on each member later. Mafia 01: Germanics. Mafia 02: Slavics with Ottoman Empire. Mafia 03: Romans with British Empire Colonies. Mafia 04: Asians (Orientals and Austronesians, etc.)
There will be an OC for North Korea, Im Bae Di (It's a she btw) and the Philippines, Maria Clara Mercado. Vietnam is Lam Ahn, Thailand is Kiet Niran, Liechtenstein is Lily Zwingli, Norway is Svein Nilsen, Iceland will be Tobias Nilsen, and Denmark is Matthias Kholer. Holland is Aalbert DeClerq, Belgium is Anabel DeClerq, Ukraine is Yekaterina Braginski, Seychelles is Mikaela Angelique Adelle, Australia is Cody Walters, Taiwan is Cai Mei, Hong Kong is Hung Jia, and Mongolia is Sukh Bataar. That's all the unofficial names I guess.
Warning: OOC ness and swearing. Mentions of bloodyness.
p.s. When you see the dates and time, imagine a typing sound. Makes it more awesome. Lolz.
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April 10, 20xx
5:13 pm
A man sat in his office, lights closed, blinds slightly opened for the fading sunlight to come in. The green numbers of the digital clock blinked every now and then. The man blinked, the only sound reverberating through the light green walls was the steady sound of breathing and the light tapping of lead on paper.
Scratch, scratch, scratch. The tip of the pencil colliding with the thin sheet of white sounded.
Knock, knock.
Snap. The sudden knocking on the door made the man put pressure on the writing material, causing the lead to snap off.
"Come in."
The door opened, revealing a boy. His light blonde hair seemingly silver, and violet eyes hiding behind light colored eyelashes. "Gilbert?"
"Oh, hey Tob" The man inside the room called. "Finally came to shower on my awesomeness?"
"Not exactly. There's gonna be a meeting. Boss and Svein ordered." he pushed a lock of hair behind his ear. "You don't get along with your brother much, huh?" Gilbert asked, smirking.
"He's..... okay I guess. He doesn't like the fact that I'm actually in with you guys." "He'd rather have you with Braginski?"
"No, I mean... You should know." He replied, face staying blank. "How old are you again, kid?" "Nineteen." The albino went silent for a moment. "In university, right?" "Yeah."
"What're you taking up again?" the taller inquired. "As hypocritical as it may sound, I'm taking up Law."
"You're taking up law but you get involved in crimes at least once a week?"
"Are you coming out of your room or letting Svein play right-hand man?" Gilbert stood up at the remark, striding out of the room quickly. "No way is he playing right-hand man!" He pumped a fist in the air.
"Well, Gil, he actually is right-hand man." The younger boy stated casually. The taller of the two pouted. "So am I."
Tobias didn't comment.
"How did you feel when Ludwig joined?" Gilbert looked up at the ceiling. "Well, I actually offered him the chance to get in. I gave him an option though, but he accepted."
"So you're the one who recruited him?" "Well, if that's how you put it, then ja.
"But.." Gilbert added. "I do get worried about West." He looked down at Tobias, but not too much. The top of his head reached his eyebrows anyway. "It's natural for Svein to get worried about you."
"You're acting so brotherly, Gil." (sarcastic) he looked up at the albino. "It's one of my awesome traits." Gilbert winked.
"Why do you call him 'West'?" The nineteen year old inquired. "Because his room used to be on the west side of the house and mine was to the east!" Gilbert grinned, proud of his brother's nickname.
"Well that's..... stupid." "Shut up, kid."
They arrived at the end of the hallway, in front of a set of red oak double doors, complimenting the peach walls. Tobias put his hand on the knobs, pushing them apart.
-o-o-
April 10, 20xx
5:19 pm
Gilbert and Tobias entered the room. It was loud. Matthias' voice was overpowering Vash's, both screaming at each other. Svein and Arthur were standing up, both at the end of the table, facing the door. They didn't look up from the papers they were reading as the two light haired men entered. Aalbert sat beside Berwald who sat beside Matthias, the latter obviously resisting the urge to gag the Dane with his tie.
Gilbert took a seat to Arthur's left, opposite of Svein. The German felt like his eardrums were about to explode, as Vash was sitting beside him, Roderich, who was shaking his head in disapproval, sat beside the Swiss. Tobias sat beside Aalbert, directly in front of Lily. Ludwig sat to the young girl's left, face stoic as ever.
Arthur cleared his throat. The slightest of sounds making all men quiet down. Svein still stood beside the sandy-blonde, examining each man present in the table.
"So we're all here now, yes?" The Englishman said. Silence was the only required reply, as Arthur continued. "Good. Now, Svein and I called you all for a meeting. Regarding.... some papers. Svein, would you please elaborate."
Arthur took his seat and crossed his legs, sipping from a porcelain cup of tea.
"You two sure are close today.." Matthias stated before Svein could explain. "I'm jealous Svein! You don't spend time with me anymore!" The Dane wrapped an arm around the other blonde's waist, pulling him closer. Before Matthias could do anything else, he received a very well aimed punch on the jaw.
"So you all know about the murder of.... Ludovico, yes?" All those present nodded in agreement. "Well it seems that, some people know too much."
"What do you mean?" Vash raised an eyebrow.
"It seems that one of Vargas' men witnessed it." a whisper of 'Mein Gott, you can't be serious.' came from Gilbert and a 'We're toast, man!' from Aalbert. "And of course, we need to take all evidence from them."
The Norwegian took a seat as Arthur pulled out a manila folder and opened it, pulling out five sheets of paper.
"So we infiltrate tonight." The Briton said simply. "What?" Aalbert, Matthias and Vash said in unison.
"If I'm not mistaken, they keep their files in Cody Walter's building." "He's with Vargas, right?" "Yes."
"Here's a map of the building's fifth floor." Arthur placed the sheet in the middle of the table for everyone to see. "The files should be in here. There's a safe in there. Unlock it. Grab the papers and drive back. Is that clear?"
"You make it sound so simple Arty." Gilbert commented. Arthur just smirked at the albino. "I'm sending in five people. Gilbert Beilschmidt, Svein Nilsen, Matthias Kholer, Vash Zwingli, and Roderich Edelstein. No questions.
"So this is how it'll go. Svein, I want you to disguise yourself a bit, as I doubt that anyone would recognize you. Sneak in the mainframe in the first floor, kill the cameras and the defense mechanisms. Try to hack the safe from there."
"And kill anyone who gets in my way, I presume?" "Of course."
"I want you all to keep in touch. Once Svein gives the go signal, you four enter through this window" he pointed. "from the rooftop.
"And make it quick. We're having late dinner out." Arthur smiled. "Italian."
"I'm getting hungry! Let's go! Let's go!" Matthias cheered. "I'm ordering two servings of pasta, baby!" Gilbert grinned, red eyes shining.
"Eager, I see. You two idiots and the rest better start getting ready then." The sandy-blonde haired man waved a hand in dismissal.
-o-o-
April 10,20xx
6:00 pm
Svein stood outside Walters' business, clad in a black blazer, a white dress shirt and a purple striped tie underneath. He had clear tinted glasses on, his barrette out of his blonde locks, making his bangs fall on his eyes.
He walked through the automatic doors casually. Innocently. You'd think he was just a young, naïve businessman making a run for his money. He approached the receptionist, telling him that he had an appointment with Cody Walters. Arthur sent a file for him earlier in the afternoon, stating that he would be interested to talk about an affiliation.
"Your name, please?" The woman asked, smiling suggestively at him.
People these days.... "Eirik Alvheim"
"Right this way please." She led him to a door, where two tall brunettes (guards) stood.
The two men led Svein through a long hallway. There seemed to be nobody present though. It's been quite a walk in the blue carpeted area, but after studying Arthur's map, the mainframe should be right around here....
He slowly pulled out two small metal rods, clutching each with a gloved hand. Svein couldn't help but smirk at how stupid people could get.
Quickly, Svein hit both men with a rod on the back of their necks, sending waves of electricity down their spines, as both guards collapsed. He jogged further away, putting on his barrette and taking off his glasses, to the end of the hallway where it branched out to left and right ways. He was about to turn left when a door suddenly opened from the hallway to the right. Svein quickly hid by the wall beside, as a blonde stepped out of the automatic doors.
Once the man was out of sight, the Norwegian strode quickly, until he reached a set of silver doors. Entering speedily, the first thing he set his eyes on were the dozens of screens attached to the walls. He quickly approached the keyboard, pressing this, that, then these two. Click, click, click it went.
The screens turned to a monochrome color scheme, all images gone. A few more clicks and turns on knobs when the automatic doors opened behind him.
Of course, as the years have passed, Svein's reflexes have been quite quick. But unexpected gunshots are truly inevitable. As the sound of metal doors opening came about, he quickly turned around, only to receive a gun shot on his right shoulder. Shit. He pulled a gun out with his left hand, shooting one shot directly to the heart.
He could feel the blood oozing out of his shoulder and down his arm. He wasn't done here yet though. More tapping and turning and dripping blood on the keyboards. Wrapping his blazer around his shoulder seemed to do no good, as he couldn't wrap it up properly to prevent the blood seeping out because, well, he was typing with both hands.
Perfect. Svein pulled out a small device, pushing down on one of the buttons. "Get down there, guys." He whispered in it.
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April 10, 20xx
6:33 pm
"Took him long enough!" Gilbert grinned. Finally, some action. He wrapped his hand around the rope, pulling on it to bring him lower. Out of his excitement, the German pulled a bit too hard, making him fall lower than the rest of his comrades.
"Idiot!" Vash snapped. "C'mon Gil! We're having Italian! Italian~" Matthias cooed.
"Need I remind you that we will be using out code names on missions?"
"You're being an asshole, Austria." Gilbert teased. "Let's just get on with it." Vash sighed as he sliced off the glass of the enormous window. Swinging himself in, Gilbert landed quite ungracefully beside Matthias, almost losing his balance. "Easy there Prussia. If you die now, you wont be getting Italian tonight! Or any other night, for that matter." Matthias winked at the albino.
"Switzerland, Prussia, stand guard. Denmark and I will get the stuff." "Sir, yes, sir!" Matthias laughed a bit, grinning.
-o-o-
April 10, 20xx
6:33 pm
Svein ran up the stairs of the fire exit to the fifth floor hastily, worried that perhaps someone might have heard the gun shots.
Fuck, I'm leaving DNA samples everywhere for god's sake.
As Svein opened the door, he closed it right away.
Shit.
-o-o-
April 10, 20xx
6:34 pm
A sudden gasp of air.
A gun being pulled out of a holster.
Sounds of different guns firing bullets.
Colliding with walls.
Windows.
Ripping through flesh.
"Yao Wang" Vash muttered under his breath.
A shoot off.
Svein saw them coming. He found a different way of reuniting with the others but....
the guns have started firing.
"Vietnam, I want you to aim for that chandelier and make sure that sparks fly."
"Right away!"
The sound of glass breaking.
A katana being unsheathed.
"Japan, don't fight with close contact, baka!"
"Korea, give me that 35-caliber."
A scream of pain from Gilbert.
"My leg!"
"Get up, Prussia!"
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April 10, 20xx
6:36 pm
Ring, ring, ring
the brunette stopped petting his cat, picking up the phone.
"Hello, Cody Walters of Walters Incorporated spe-" "Sir, there seems to be a shoot off going on in the fifth floor!"
"Who?" "I- I don't know,sir!" "Well, go check on it, please."
Cody put the phone down and picked up his cellphone dialling a memorized number rapidly. "Matthew?" "Cody!" "Matthew," The Australian said coolly. "There's a shoot off on my fifth floor?! What should I do?!" He panicked, running around his office searching for a gun. (It was under his table though.)
"Wait, Code, don't go up there alone, eh. I'll call Francis." "R..Right! Get in my office ASAP Mattie!"
He ended the call.
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April 10, 20xx
6: 40 pm
More gun shots fired as more glass on windows broke.
"Clara, can you get up?" A Chinese man with long black hair asked, his black silk robe ripped up at the sleeve. "Yeah." A girl replied, wearing the same thing. They were all wearing the same style of clothing, as a matter of fact.
Yong-soo was reloading his pistol with bullets, hand shaking slightly. "Calm down, Korea." Ahn whispered, as she picked up five bullets for her revolver. "I can't help it, Viet. This place is too tight. Barely anywhere to hide." He whispered back.
Yong-soo's eyes widened as the main door opened, revealing five policemen. He shot them. Five consecutive shots. Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang it went.
"Nice.." Vietnam muttered.
-o-o-
April 10,20xx
6:45 pm
Cody, Matthew, Francis and Alfred sneaked in the fifth floor (Ironically, Walters owns the damned place.).
At the sight of a stranger clad in black silk, Alfred quickly pulled the trigger, carefully aimed at the man's leg. (Why kill them when we can make them talk, as he says.)
A groan from Kiku as the bullet broke through his skin. He automatically aimed a shot behind his back without even looking.
"Ouch!" Alfred exclaimed as the bullet grazed his shoulder.
"Shut up, America!"
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April 10, 20xx
6:48 pm
The occasional gunshot and sound of glass breaking wasn't startling anyone.
The little pools of blood on the carpet wasn't making anyone sick.
The screaming of curses in native languages was common.
So was the insults being thrown at random people, as you would a grenade.
"I got it!" Roderich said triumphantly at the Norwegian beside him. "About time, let's go!
Austria stuffed the folders and envelopes in his messenger bag, and sneaked out of the room to the window they entered through. He grabbed one of the ropes and tugged, coming down quickly.
He jumped off when the rope extended to it's end at the second floor. He ran to the car, started the engine, and put the gears on reverse, back to his partners.
Matthias grabbed on a rope soon after, his left hand held on tightly as his foot managed his weight on a knot. He put his right foot on his left knee, as Svein sat on his leg. The Dane wrapped free arm around the smaller man, who was clutching his bleeding shoulder.
Svein raised his bleeding arm, prepared to hit the trigger. He aimed at a blonde's back, by the heart. It missed a bit, but it should be fatal.
Down they went, until two police men came. Svein aimed quickly with his injured arm, two shots for two men. As they jumped off, the Norwegian climbed in the passenger seat as Matthias got in the back.
Gilbert ran towards the window when he saw the unconscious blonde. He picked him up as you would a sack, over his shoulder and wrapped his hand on the rope, knuckles turning white.
"So long, suckers!" He gave the others a two-fingered salute and was off.
As he opened the car door, he threw the hoodie-clad man on Matthias.
"Eww, Gil! This guy's got Romance Germs! Get him off me!" Matthias pushed the boy off, seating him between Gilbert and himself. "You're being a pussy, Matthias!"
"Where's Vash?" Roderich asked, looking at the three with his rearview mirror.
As if on cue, a sudden heavy weight collided with the car's roof. "Mein Gott!" Gilbert cried out.
"It's just me, idiots." Vash said as he regained his balance. Gilbert opened the door for him, making room for the Swiss man by squashing the blonde between himself and Denmark.
"Finally out of there..." Svein sighed as they reached the next street, car going on 100.
"and alive." Gilbert added.
"God, I hope the food's good. I'm starving. It'd better be worth the effort." Matthias mumbled.
"But" Vash stated. "Why would Wang and his little kids be there?"
"Obviously a reason that would result in something.." Austria paused. "Negative on our part."
The drive continued in silence. Blood from Vash, Gilbert, and Svein seeping on the upholstery. (Oh, and the other blonde, but nobody actually cared.)
"Gilbert" Svein started. "Who's that guy between you and Matthias?"
"No idea. Let's make him spill out stuff though. He's with Vargas." "Did you know that I was the one who shot him?"
"Oh."
"Throw him out." Matthias waved a hand to the sidewalk. "Don't. Arthur will take care of him."
"Big Boss England always has to have the slightest bit of action, huh?"
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April 10, 20xx
6:50 pm
"Choi oi!" Ahn fell on her knees, right leg bleeding. Another shot followed on her arm, probably a misaimed fire.
"China, we have to get going!" Kiku called out, finger resting on the trigger, prepared to fire. "Right."
"Wǒmen zǒu ba! Wǒmen zǒu ba!" Yao exclaimed, as he jumped out of the fifth floor's window quickly, landing on his feet without a problem. Kiku followed, then Yong-soo, who had Clara on his back. The Korean staggered a bit but regained his footing.
"Jenjang, my ankle." The Korean mumbled. "Where's Vietnam?" Clara asked, worried.
Wang Yao gasped, "Tā mā de, she's still up there!" "We have to get going, Yao!" Kiku squeezed the older man's shoulder, nodding.
"Yes." China sighed, "let's go." "But-" "We're going, Clara! We can't risk getting caught."
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April 10, 20xx
6:52 pm
Francis lifted the girl over his shoulder, who was slowly drifting from consciousness. "They're gone."
Alfred nodded. "But.. they got Mattie." "Who got Mattheu?"
"The one with red eyes, I think." "Beilschmidt.."
"We'd better get moving, mate. Let's head back to headquarters, yeah?" Cody suggested. "Anabel can take care of this chick."
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April 10, 20xx
7:00 pm
"You lot took longer than I expected." Arthur said as his five men opened the car's doors.
"You wouldn't believe what happened back there, Artie." Gilbert pointed at his leg. Blood was dripping from Vash's back and down his legs. "Vash, you look like you gave birth!" Gilbert laughed, the sound echoing in the night.
"You're one to talk, Beilschmidt." Vash glared at the white haired man, growling.
"What happened to you guys?" Arthur was shocked. These guys were pretty much professionals, so getting caught was quite strange.
"Can we get inside first? I'm feeling woozy.." Svein clutched his shoulder, frowning.
"Get in the clinic, boys." Arthur opened the doors for them. He flipped open his cellphone, dialling a number. "Aalbert, get your arse in the medical room."
-o-o-
April 10, 20xx
7:30 pm
"Right." Aalbert cracked his knuckles. "Make sure you don't move your arm much, Svein.
"And now with your leg, Gilbert. Pull the pants down, dude!" The dirty blonde laughed, the sound bouncing off the walls. "That's your job, Aalb." Gilbert stuck his tongue out, winking.
Lily and Vash sat near the two men as the operation started. The Swiss man hissed in pain as his sister started disinfecting his back.
"Vash, how the bloody hell did you get a slash on your back?" Arthur scowled, thick eyebrows furrowing. "A katana. We'll spill the details later." The other blonde replied simply.
A few more minutes passed and Vash was wrapped up in bandages, a plain white (oversized) tee on. Svein was wearing a (very) oversized beige tee, blue jacket on top. The covering material went over his injured shoulder though, as it would be a pain to put it on there. Matthias and Gilbert have changed from their tight black shirts to home clothes, same for Roderich (Though he was wearing a black long sleeved sweater instead of a tight tee, mind you.)
They all sat in the meeting room, and this time nobody was arguing.
"So what happened back there?" Arthur kept his everlasting scowl on, eyeing the three injured men. "And why did you bring Vargas' boy here? You could've let him die you know."
"Well, this is what happened." Gilbert flicked his wrist, gesturing for Svein to start.
"Right, so I did what you told me to do Arthur, except I got shot on the way, yeah? Nobody really heard the shots so.... yeah." he paused, closing his eyes for a moment. "yeah."
"So we went down and tried to get those damned files" Vash pointed. "Then they came." "Who came?" Ludwig questioned.
"Wang Yao... and his little kiddies." the albino glared down at the table, as if it would melt under his gaze.
The Englishman's eyes widened a bit. "And it went down hill from there." Matthias added. "Well anyway,
"We got the papers right? Hurry up, I'm starving!" Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose, partially because of what happened beforehand, and another half because of Matthias.
The Brit pulled out all the papers from the bag, reading it out loud. Arthur frowned as he read through the first page. God save the Queen, you can't be serious.
"Arthur." Svein started. "Those papers are
"Fucking
"fake."
"Scheisse." Gilbert slammed his forehead on the table, and Matthias ran a hand through his blonde locks. "You've got to be kidding me."
"Roderich, are you sure you got the right ones?" Vash glared at the Austrian with piercing green eyes, frowning. "Positive. Fifth safe from my right, fifteenth drawer to the left, and the second folder. That's what I was told."
"That should be the one..." Arthur mumbled. "Maybe these are false papers."
"You wanna ask that Romance kid?" The German albino lifted his head, a bruise seemed to be starting to form on his forehead. Arthur nodded. "Is he awake?"
"He should be around now." Aalbert stated flatly.
"Well then let's go."
-o-o-
April 10, 20xx
7: 55 pm
Matthew was sitting on a hospital bed, surprisingly. He stared up at the white ceiling when he heard the doors open.
"You there." One of the men called. "What's your name?"
As the man who spoke came closer, he could determine distinctly thick eyebrows and messy hair through his blurred vision.
"Canada." "Your real name"
"Can I have my glasses first?" Lily passed the Canadian his object of desire, and put it on.
"Can you sit up?" Aalbert asked calmly, though obviously upset. Matthew propped himself on one elbow, pushing himself up.
"Alright." Arthur cleared his throat. "What's your name." It was more of an order that a question. Matthew didn't know what to say. He can't tell them his real name obviously.
"Alfred Jones?"
Silence.
"No, that's not my name, eh." "But you look like him." "Sod. Off. Denmark." The boss glared at the Dane.
"Matthew Williams." Ludwig whispered. "Excuse me?" Arthur asked.
"That's his name. Matthew Williams."
Arthur nodded. "So, Matthew. About the murder of... Ludovico. I think you guys know to much, for your sakes. Now.
"Spill it out."
Matthew's eyes widened at the threat. "Eh?"
"Tell me everything you know." "I... Who's Ludovico?"
"Nice try, everyone knows about him. Start talking, Williams." Arthur pulled out a pistol from his coat, pointing it at Matthew's forehead.
"I... Don't know anything." He whispered.
"Who was the witness?" "I know nothing."
"I'm giving you ten seconds to speak up, git. Ten...
"nine..
"eight...
"seven...
"six..
"five..
"four...
"three..
"two..
"one..."
Bang!
Matthew coughed at the powder that came out the gun. "Fuckin' eh?" He said, waving his hand to fan out the substance in the air.
"You're too valuable to kill." Arthur smirked. "We'll make you talk Williams. Watch us."
-o-o-
April 10, 20xx
7:13 pm
Wang Yao entered through the back door of their mansion, frowning. Scowling. Well, basically upset and enraged.
As he opened the door and sat on the living room sofa, the three other Asians followed. Kiku locked the door behind him and sat beside Yong-soo.
"Shit.." China mumbled. "They got Ahn." "How're we taking her back?" The Filipina asked, voice low.
"Fuck man, this is fucked up." Yong-soo removed his face from his hands, slouching on the seat. "First, we get there after Nilsen. Then they get the documents first, Yao-hyung gets injured, and so does Clara, then last but not least, they got Ahn. Shit."
"My wrist just got sprained you know." Yao whispered.
The door from the hallway opened, revealing a fuming Bae-di, and an ever-stoic Jia.
"Hung Jia, what happened to your face?" Yao raised an eyebrow. On the Chinese boy's cheek was a red mark, probably caused by a slap across the face.
"Jia was being a little shit." The Korean girl said, glaring at the taller boy standing beside her.
Cai Mei soon entered the room, followed by Bataar. "So... " Mei cooed. "How'd it g- Holy fuck! GeGe, what happened?"
Yong-soo spoke up, looking at the ceiling. "Long story short, we failed. And lost Ahn."
"Lost as in.... d....d... de-" "No! One of Vargas' men got her." "oh."
"okay." Bataar began. "Kiet is being all OCD over his clinic so he's just there. You guys best be getting there, yes?"
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April 10, 20xx
7:30 pm
"So we're all here now?" Lovino called, glancing at each person sitting around the table. His olive green eyes fell on an empty seat. "Where's Anabel?"
"Taking cake of that Viet Chick." Alfred answered, grinning toothily at the brunette.
"Whatever. So why do you guys think those bastards tried to infiltrate? Because of the murder?" Lovino asked.
"Perhaps they thought the papers had information about the murder, mon cher." Francis suggested. The Italian glared at him. "Which murder?" He asked, asking for specifications.
"Ludovico's of course."
"Does it hold that kind of information?" The Spaniard, Antonio asked. "You think, Tomato Bastard?" Lovino scowled.
"So it doesn't?" Angelique inquired, pouting in thought. Cody pounded a fist on his palm. "It doesn't.
"I mean, we did witness the murder, well, Feliciano did, but the only things they'll pick up there are sales prices." He laughed. "Crikey, what made them think we'd even write those stuff on paper?" He laughed louder.
"Ve~ Ludo was so young. I wonder why they killed him?" Feliciano put his chin on his palms, smile faltering for a moment.
"I bet he knew something important and top secret!" Alfred suggested, proud of himself. "Are you sure it wasn't one of Braginski's men?"
Angelique raised her hand. "Like Feli said, all he saw was light hair. Well.. actually, any hair color could become light colored in the sun you know? So it wasn't precisely platinum. Could've been golden blonde or brown.
"For all we know, the murderer could have been Kirkland himself! Or that other British guy.... What's his name? Hang..... Hong.... Hung...." "Hung Jia." Francis supplied.
"But.... if it was one of them, why would they even want their hands on those files?" Francis added. ""Probably to avoid anyone knowing about it. Tsk." Lovino retorted, rolling his eyes.
"Why didn't you let her die?" Gupta rested a hand under his chin. "Who? The Asian?" The Egyptian nodded. "Cause we'll make her talk. Not die." Alfred winked, smiling widely.
"Oh yea, I almost forgot!" Alfred punched the air. "What?" Lovino asked, leaning back in his chair. "They got Mattie!" Jones exclaimed.
"Who's Mattie?" Lovino asked. "Matthew! The guy that looks like me!"
"Oui! He's the blonde with hair like mine. Shorter though." "Oh yeah." Lovino sighed. "I didn't notice.
"So... what do we do?"
"Wait for their next moves. We gotta watch and observe like we're the lions and they're our prey!" Alfred's smile grew wider. "So we gonna bring them to justice! Cause we're the heroes! Amirite?"
"How can we be heroes if we go against the law, bastard?"
"Well.... um.... Laws we're meant to be broken! So we're still heroes." Alfred nodded to himself and pushed his glasses up.
-o-o-
April 10, 20xx
8:30 pm
"Woohoo!" Matthias cheered as he stepped in the small restaurant, receiving disapproving glances from other customers. "Finally! I'm starving!"
All of the blondes (Including Austria, but not Lily.) have died their hair brown, black, or any other different shade. Some wore their hair in a different style, like Svein and Arthur. They wore contacts, (Which took them ages, for Gilbert kept resisting.) preventing themselves to be recognized in the populated area.
Whenever they go out to such cramped up places, they always disguise themselves.
They took a seat on a long round table, in the same order as the meeting room.
"Aww! Poor Eirik is gonna have to eat with one hand only." Gilbert teased the now-strawberry blonde, as the Norwegians eye twitched a bit. "Shut your ass, Fredrick."
Gilbert, now with black hair blue contacts (though it appeared a shade purple over his red eyes) stuck his tongue out. "Not awesome, Fredrick." Matthias, 'Abel' joked. Gilbert squited his eyes at the Dane. "You wouldn't know what's awesome or not cause you're not awesome, my friend."
"Shut your mouths or I'll shove this plate up your sorry arses." Arthur tapped a finger on the ceramic plate in front of him.
The rest of the night consisted of teasing, insulting, swearing, and well, eating. They we're halfway through dessert when..
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April 10, 20xx
8:51 pm
A tall, platinum-haired man wearing a black fedora cap strode quickly towards the small Italian restaurant, followed by two tan brunettes.
As Arthur noticed the three men enter, he glanced at each of his men, signalling for them to act inconspicuously.
The tall Russian glanced around the restaurant, smiling eerily. He approached one of the waitresses, speaking quickly. He was about to go inside the back room when he headed for the washroom instead.
On his way out, Arthur and his men were all acting naturally. The Briton was supposedly telling his friends a story, with an American accent. The fedora and scarf clad Russian glanced around the table, eyes falling on a certain albino.
Gilbert, uncomfortable under the Russians stare, called for a waitress, asking for the bill. As he looked round for one, he tried to avoid the other's purple gaze.
Gilbert felt like he was yanked by the collar and his chin was forced to look up, as somehow, the Russian caught his eyes.
Ivan smiled at Gilbert, then at Arthur. He frowned as he locked gazes with the now-Golden blonde Briton. He looked at Arthur with his dark violet eyes, the Briton's green ones hiding behind brown lenses.
The light-haired Russian's smile stretched evilly on his lips.
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Chapter one, out.
God this took me ages to finish so you guys better review. Kidding. Lolz. But seriously, please give me your opinions, on ideas, pairings, anything. Negative remarks are welcome.
Anyway, I don't have names for each mafia yet. Anyone care to help me? And idk about the mafia positions so sorry gaiz
Okay, I will only mention the characters that have appeared:
Mafia 01: Germanics
Arthur (Boss)
Gilbert (Right hand)
Svein (Right hand)
Matthias (Hitman)
Lily
Tobias
Berwald
Vash (Assassin)
Roderich
Ludwig
Aalbert (Medic/Sniper)
Mafia 02: Slavics and the Ottoman Empire
Ivan (Boss)
Sadiq (hit man)
Heracles
(There's more.)
Mafia 03: Romans and the British Empire
Lovino (boss)
Francis (Right hand)
Antonio (sniper)
Feliciano
Gupta (assassin)
Alfred (hitman)
Matthew
Anabel (Medic)
Cody (Techie guy, whatev.)
Angelique (Messenger/Spy)
Mafia 04: Asians
Yao (Boss)
Kiku (Right hand)
Jia (hitman)
Yong-soo (assassin)
Bae-di
Mei
Kiet (Medic)
Bataar
Ahn (Sniper)
Clara (this is Asia3 btw)
Kill me now because know nothing about mafias. Lolz. OTL
now this is the longest chapter I have written my whole life. Took me three effin days.
About Belgium and Netherlands being in opposite groups, here's the deal. Like Himaruya stated, they don't get along well, and Belgium speaks French as well, plus she was really close to Antonio so shes in Mafia 03. as for Aalbert, he's with the Germanics cause he speaks Dutch.
Please do review. :D
Hope you liked it. I had no idea how to end this so I made an ending up on the spot. It sucks. Ivan wasn't supposed to be in this chapter.
p.s. I'd like to thank Celsia-Cretica/Farah10982 cause I got the idea of the Mafia groupings from her photo "Red, Blue, and Gold"
See the hints of DenNor? Couldn't help it. It was quite fitting for the scenes. Lmao
I will be updating "Not That kind of Wonderland" alternately with this one. Check it oout as well plz.
Matthew going "Fuckin' eh?" is from Chancake in DeviantArt.
EDIT: April 16
I forgot to ask cause I'm forgetful like that..
Who do you guys think is the murderer
and who was murdered?