Mafia Escape-Mafia!Romano
Lovino Vargas was in his house in his living room when his phone rang. He didn't even examine the caller ID before answering the phone. "Hello, what'a do you want'a, you damn jerk." Lovino grumbled. "Hello, Romano..." A voice said. It was laced with mock friendliness. Lovino instantly recognized the voice. He shuddered in horror, but refused to let the man hear. "What'a do you want?" Lovino said with an air of arrogance. The voice chuckled to himself. "Have you checked on your friends?" The man said. Lovino whimpered quietly and dropped the phone as he ran up to his brother Feliciano's room. No one was there. Weren't they supposed to be there? Lovino growled loudly and ran back down the stairs to the phone, which wasn't hung up. Lovino pressed the phone back to his ear. "Hello..." The man chuckled. "Did you take them?" Lovino growled. "Maybe..." The man said silkily. "Cut the crap'a!" Lovino yelled. "Where are they!?" Lovino yelled. The man continued to be silent, if not for his heavy breathing and occasional chuckled. "Who are you referring to, Lovi?" The man said. "CUT THE CRAP'A, PIERRE! YOU'A KNOW EXACTLY FUCKING'A WHO!" Lovino yelled. Pierre chuckled softly and hung up.
Lovino dropped the phone and collapsed onto the couch. "How many of them did he take?" Lovino asked himself. Feliciano? Antonio? Kiku? Yao? Alfred? Ugh, Ludwig? The others? Lovino sighed as he went up to his room. Then, the phone rang. Lovino picked it up. "H-hello..." Lovino whimpered. "I've never heard you so afraid, Lovi..." A man giggled into the phone. "FLAVIO! WHY'A IN THE HELL'A DID YOU CALL?" Lovino growled. Flavio's voice held a smile. Because I have something you want..." Then, Lovino heard multiple voices.
"FRATELLO! HELP'A ME!"
"PREASE!"
"LOVINO!"
"LOVINO! YOU CAN HELP US NOW, ARU!"
"LOVINO, DUDE! DUDE!"
"LOVI! SAVE US!"
"It appears I can't help us, Da~"
"Please help us! I'm far too gorgeous to die here!"
"SHUT UP, YOU FOPPISH TWIT!"
Lovino cowered back. He remembered every one of those voices. The Axis, the Allies, and Antonio. Flavio snapped Lovino out of his trance. "It appears you better get your perky little butt moving, hee hee..." And with that, Falvio hung up. Lovino dropped the phone with a clatter onto the floor and sighed. How was he supposed to sneak 9 people, plus himself, out of the mafia without getting one of more of them, maybe even himself, killed or mortally wounded. Lovino sighed again. He was in the mafia, key word WAS. He still had his skill, but the others? Were they in the mafia? Lovino shook his head and ran up to his room, contemplating why the mafia wanted his friends and brother. He shook his head and hid his face in his hands.
