I do not own Hetalia (Might had forgotten to put this on chapter one btw.).
Warning: Crossdressing, slight OOC (This is Mafia damnit, I tried :T) and secrets.
Enjoy.
"Kami-sama, how did I get dragged into this?"
Kiku frowned and tugged at the skirt. Although it was too short for his taste, the disguise was comfortable enough. A knock came from behind, which made him bite his lip.
"Come-on Kiku-ge, I wanna see!" The excited voice of Mei came though the weak door.
"Could you double-check if they really don't have a uniform for my size?"
"I already did, they still don't have one." Outside, Mei rolled her eyes and grinned. "Just pretend its cosplay, we do it all the time. How is this different?"
The raven huffed at his reflection in the small mirror. As unfortunate as it was, the Taiwanese's words were true. He had cosplayed as women characters before, however cross-dressing did not feel the same. "It's different because I don't have a character to role-play as."
"Just hurry up before Kim-jie comes. We both know she'll probably break the door down." Kiku glared at the door but reluctantly unlocked it. Instantly, a hand grabbed his and he was yanked out of the changing room. Mei snapped some pictures of him with her iPhone before he could protest, and led him out of the staffroom where the Vietnamese waited.
"Took you both long enough." Kim stated, pushing herself off the wall she rested paused to inspect their attire and nodded in approval. All three wore matching white blouses and dark red skirts that stopped above the knees, along with a yellow and red striped sash around the waist. Due to the fact that there were no male uniforms for his size, they had Kiku wear a wig and make-up. Neither Mei nor Kim dare mention how well he fitted the look though.
The Vietnamese woman motioned them to come closer which they obeyed. "Remember, we serve one table and that alone. Change and head out the back right after they start eating; we don't want to be around when the 'extra flavoring' takes effect. Any questions?"
"What if nothing happens?" Mei raised a hand slightly with a frown. "Do we draw?"
"No, we leave first. Yong-Soo will give them a headache when we're safe. We good?"
This time Kiku spoke up, still tugging at his skirt, "Should the owners give in to the questioning?"
"They can't. After all," The capo said with a small smirk, walking over to the kitchen. "They are still in debt to brother Yao. Loyal as ever."
Following her instructions, the two waited outside the kitchen till Kim came back with a trolley. The top and middle stand were full while the bottom one only had four dishes, which made the assassins share a look. "Bottom shelf. Four at the table, the redhead's the one." The Vietnamese explained with a shrug, "Now let's get this done with."
The four dishes were taken by Mei meanwhile Kiku carried a tray full of drinks. Instead of following her, however, he went to give other tables their ordered drinks. No need for unwanted attention after all.
A week had passed since that night's talk, Yao had more men on the clock and no mission given which was not much of a surprise to Kiku. The week had passed by quickly enough with him, although he noticed that Tama-kun had not been coming home every night. The assignment was a last-minute thing really, and the only reason why they let (he was really surprised they even considered about it) the Japanese come was because they could not afford to screw it up. The original people chosen for the task 'mysteriously' disappeared overnight.
Take out the Government's lead dog and leave no traces behind. The earlier rumors were true; a man led a squad of new dogs to cause trouble. They managed to sniff out some of their gambling dens and raided one of the Russian mafia's drug trades. This was quite progressive, considering the past forces.
Odd thing was that they normally avoided taking part of anything to do with the FBI. The Wang family had a strict ruling, any mess up was taken care of inside. It was seldom for their problems to leak out and give the law blood to follow.
Due to that, taking them out would not leave a clean trail. Having law on their tails was definitely not something most Mafioso wanted. Fortunately, the Wang family was practically made for such assassination. They were among the best for taking out a person with or without 'evidence', taking pains like disguises and such to avoid detection. At the same time however, that very skill could backfire anytime which was another reason Yao kept a tight leash on them.
"And then I kicked down the door and rescued that woman! Just like a hero!" A loud voice with an American accent proclaimed cheerfully brought Kiku's attention back.
"Oh please Alfred, the real bloody problem was downstairs. We had to chase the wanker around the place until Ludwig got him." The man beside the boasting one grumbled sourly. The one thing that stood out, aside from his British accent, were those thick eyebrows twitching above his eyes. The raven noted with slight amusement that his sister snorted softly at that, coughing to cover up a giggle.
Seated by the table near the window, where Yong-Soo would be able to shoot them from his place in the car (Just in case), were three blondes and a red-head. All of them were still in their police uniforms, only of different colors. From the corner of his eye, Mei shot a quick glance at Kiku who gave a causal blink. The odd one out was the main kill, hitting all of them would raise too much suspicion. At most, the three would suffer from discomfort or bad diarrhea.
The other blonde, who looked like 'Alfred', spotted Mei heading their way. There were differences though, like how this one's hair was wavy and had a quiet air around him. A little polar bear and maple key-chain on his belt did not help, Kiku had to wonder if this one was part of the force. "Um, the food's here guys..." He said it so quietly, which resulted to them not hearing him.
"Oh hey, the food's here guys!" Alfred repeated when he noticed the assassin. "Thanks missy."
Mei simply gave a false smile, giggling as she placed their dishes. She wore a real grin however, when she strolled passed her brother. The raven sighed inwardly as he reached the table, wearing a pleasant look.
"Your drinks, sirs," He made sure to present a sweet smile as he placed down cups of coffee. "Two cups of coffee, one gray-earl tea and one hot chocolate, correct?"
"Yes, thank you very much." The previously grumpy male answered, reaching out to take the tea from Kiku. Their fingers touched briefly, nothing more, but the blonde suddenly yanked back with a surprised look.
Kiku blinked a couple of times at this, before putting down the cup, "Are you alright, sir?"
"Yes, o-of course I am!" With a blush, the customer spluttered and looked away. "Thank you for the concern."
"Hahaha Arthur's blushing!" While the said male began angrily telling Alfred off, Kiku focused his attention at the quiet one.
"Hope you enjoy your drink, sir," This one had a shocked look, as if not expecting the raven to talk to him. He gaped at him for a moment before he cleared his throat slightly.
"E-eh, thank you?" he spoke in a near whisper that Kiku almost strained to hear. Hmm, was this man really part of the Feds? Then again he knew from first-hand experience; never judge one by its cover. "Erm, are you new? I've never seen you around before, i-if you don't mind me asking that is, eh..."
The Asian hid any form of panic of being called out. This one must be a regular. Smiling, he scratched the back of his neck as he spoke as friendly as possible. "Yes, just joined not too long ago."
"I see...that's nice, eh." The wavy-haired blonde murmured, glancing around for something to talk about, before smiling nervously. "My...my name's Matthew Williams."
"Nice you meet you, Matthew" The assassin nearly added a '-san' behind, "I'm sorry but I have to leave." Kiku replied smoothly, but he was surprised the guy was still talking. Apparently the same could be said for Matthew's other two companions, who stopped auguring just to watch the exchange.
Matthew's eyes widened and he began to wave his hands slightly. "Ah! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry, I was…was just kind of happy you noticed me, most people ignore me or mistake me for Alfred, eh."
The raven watched as he trailed off and hung his head in defeat, his lips forming a small smile. That explains a lot, and it was a little endearing as well. Sighing, Kiku leaned down slightly. "Three things: One, I am not offended so please don't worry yourself. Two, you gave me your name, there was no prying but you should try not telling strangers personal information." Especially to someone like me, he silently added.
"What's the last one, eh?" The blonde peeked up at him almost shyly, and suddenly Kiku had the urge to hug.
Coughing to cover a light blush at the thought of how cute the other was, the Asian gave a quick grin. "Three, please drink your chocolate before it turns cold."
Kiku hid the smile at how the other beamed at him when he made his way toward the kitchen. It reminded him way too much of Mei or Jia Long when they was younger. Pushing those thoughts into the back of his head, the assassin brought his focus back to the problem. Through out the conversation, the target simply drank his coffee, never touching his food. That brought a small, worried frown on.
"Yo boss, you gonna eat that?" Kiku sighed quietly. Even from across the room, it like as if the American was using a mike.
The good news was that red-head began eating at least. Slight relief filled him when the counter came into sight, he could see Mei entering the kitchen and Kim talking to one of the waiters. However as luck would have it, Kiku was stopped when by a hand gently grabbing his wrist.
"Ciao signorina, I'd like to make my order now."
Feliciano smiled warmly up at him, pushing aside his cup of latte. The Asian recognized the young man sitting next to him as the Italian's twin brother, Lovino. The said male was glaring daggers at a wall, grumbling something about potatoes. Both wore causal, shirts and jeans alike, but Kiku still could make out the well-hidden shapes of handguns in their jackets. Shooting a quick glance back at his capo, Kim looked tense but mouthed 'Go with it.'
"Yes, sir. What would you like?" Kiku said with a weak smile, taking out a notebook and pen. As much as Kiku liked to see his friend, meeting him in a soon-to-be crime scene was not a good time. He could only hope that Feliciano had nothing planned.
"Vee, I want pasta-" The younger Italian was interrupted when his brother suddenly stood up. Due to the fact Kiku had never met Lovino personally, the sudden change from the scowl into that charming smile when their eyes met unnerved him a bit. They watched as, much to Kiku's embarrassment, Lovino took the Asian's hand and brushed a kiss against his knuckles.
"I'd like a takeaway of you, mia cara." He said seductively, causing red to bloom on the 'waitress's' face.
The raven gaped at him, frozen in place with his face growing hotter. The younger Italian laughed at them, before leaning up to whisper something to his brother but Kiku could had sworn Feliciano's smile drop for a split-second. The older twin blushed profoundly and released him, spluttering an apology. An awkward pause held, Lovino and Kiku did not dare look at each other while Feliciano grinned away.
With a chuckle, the younger Italian broke the uneasy quiet. "As I was saying, we want pasta."
"Ah, I'm sorry but I don't think we sell pasta here. Would you like something else?" Kiku blinked, the menu did not have Italian food if he remembered correctly.
"Awww, pity. I wanted pasta, or maybe pizza vee" Feliciano said with a pout, his unique lock of stray hair seemed to droop slightly. It stood right back up though, when the Italian finished his drink and stood up. "Oh well, let's go to another restaurant then Fratello. I'm hungry, ve~"
As Feliciano pushed his chair in, a hand taking hold of the raven's once more nearly made him reached for his hidden dagger under the skirt. Lovino quickly pushed a piece of paper into his palm, lingered for a moment longer before leaving with his brother. The raven bit his lip and cleaned the table, slipping the note carefully into a pocket. It was risky but he felt painfully curious, which was rather unusual for him. After clearing the cups Kiku made his way through the kitchen, taking the coat handed to him by the waiter Kim was with earlier, and slipped out the backdoor..
The getaway car waited across the mouth of the alley, his family already in it. Not a second after he got in the back, a bag of clothes were thrown at Kiku. Kim folded her arms, turning to watch the window in the front passenger seat. "Change, we're heading to the market."
"Not heading back?" The Japanese asked, pulling out a jacket. Beside him, Mei helped by taking the bag and sorting out the clothes.
"Nope, boss wants us to get some papers daze!" Yong-Soo answered from the driver-seat. He turned back to face him, earning shouts from the girls. "Plus, Abel will get to see you. He's been asking about you, daze~"
"I see, thanks." Answered Kiku, finally finished changing out of the uniform into a simple hoodie and pants. The Vietnamese woman took the bag back, keeping it somewhere to dispose later. A comfortable silence fell over the siblings soon after, only music from the radio Yong-Soo left on sang softly. The car was a good distance now but they still kept an eye out, the better-safe-than-sorry rule drilled into their heads. Making sure nobody was looking, Kiku took out the note.
His eyes widened as he scanned the words repeatedly. The raven was tempted to rip it apart, but a feeling deep inside nagged at him not too. He sighed inwardly and obeyed the instinct, hiding the paper once more and moved his attention to the window.
Kiku felt grateful for the tinted windows when he watched the buildings outside morph from bright and cheery to grim and alluring. Residents of the red-district area watched their car carefully, skimpy-dressed women eyed for potential prey while thugs from other gangs kept an eye for any worth. They looked away with haste however when the Asians got out of the car. This was their part of the territory after all, now the only one who fought fiercely for their turf was the Russian mafia. The other families were either too weak or staying low.
They causally made their way to a trinket store hidden behind bars and other 'stores'. Inside was full of antiques with prize tags that would shock one's heart to silence. It was empty, save an old woman browsing at the back and Abel. Leaning back in his seat behind the counter with his scarf messily around his neck was the shopkeeper, his eyes closed and seemly taking a nap. That however was proven wrong when the Netherlander raised a gun to point at Yong-Soo, who was about to yank the said scarf.
"Stop fooling around, brat." Kim nudged the Korean aside and placed a hand on the table. "Got our order ready?"
Grunting, Abel placed his piece down and brought out a large sack from under the counter. The Asians watched as their capo took hold of the bag, quickly checking the contents. She nodded before turning to them with a half-grin. "We've got a good hour till we head back, any ideas?"
"Oh! Could we try that new bar? It's just across here and I heard that they have good drinks." Mei gestured to an unfamiliar building, it did not seem to crowd but no doubt it will be by nightfall.
Yong-Soo pouted and folded his arms, "But I wanna go play some ma-jong, which originates from Korean of course, daze!"
"Forget it Yong-Soo, you always cheat." The Taiwanese countered, sticking out her tongue.
"Who says, daze? Only half of the time and cheat comes from Korea as well, so I have a right!"
"Mei has a point. It's been awhile since we got to have a drink together anyway." Kim interjected, siding with Mei. The Vietnamese led the two out but paused when she noticed Kiku seated at the table. "Not coming?"
She frowned slightly when the older male gave a negative, but did not stop him. Kim shrugged dismissively but shot Abel a warning look. Although she and Kiku were not very close, she did not want anybody getting hurt. The Netherlander raised a brow, mouthing 'Why would I?' while the capo simply turned and left. The Japanese watched this voiceless exchange, silently thanking Kim.
A comfortable silence fell upon the two, Kiku fiddled around a traditional Chinese fan while Abel lit a cigarette. The Dutchman spoke first. "What's worrying you?"
The assassin did not reply right away. Instead he flicked the fan open, twirled it around swiftly and snapped it shut with a twitch of the wrist. Kiku placed the fan down gently with a quiet sigh. "I don't know if I'm doing the right thing."
"Aside from them, what's stopping you?" Abel breathed out smoke, turning away from the raven. "Your 'business' was so successful, I heard people were jealous. We both know that well."
"But is it worth it?"
"Is it to you?"
An unfamiliar, scratchy old voice spoke up. "I don't know what you two are talking about, but this is to me."
The two jumped slightly and Abel sat up right to see the short elderly Asian woman smiling up at them. "Sorry to interrupt but I'd like to buy this." She said with her purse out, cradling a beautiful white tea-pot with sakuras and chrysanthemums designs to her chest.
"...Is that my teapot?" Grunting, the Netherlander ignored his friend and took her money, reaching for a box behind the counter.
"No need for that, young man." She grinned, showing pink gums. As she turned, the lady noticed Kiku and blinked, before peering up at him closely. The raven automatically leaned back slightly while she squirted her eyes, as if searching. "Boy, I see many things in your future. Your life will be full of events."
The younger man blinked, not wanting to disrespect his elders. They had done much for the community, from what he was taught. "Is that bad, madame?"
"Depends on how you see it. Don't play too long, youngsters." The old woman shrugged, calling back to them as she left the shop with her pot.
Silence filled the room for a couple of heartbeats before Abel sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Ignore her. She told me that I'd hit the lottery and my car keys will be found in an unlikely place, like a cookie jar."
"...Did you?"
"Twenty dollars."
"What about the car keys?"
"Still in my pocket," He paused, narrowing his eyes when Kiku's fingers twitched slightly. "Don't even think about it." The raven frowned, but held up his hands in defeat while the older man huffed. "So back to where we stopped: Do you think it's worth it?"
"Hang on, was that my tea-pot by the way?"
"Of course not. Yours is still in my cabinet, that was a China replica. And don't distract me from the subject.
Glaring at how the conversation dragged back to the unwanted topic, Kiku reached out and snatched the cigarette from the other's mouth. Abel watched as the brown-eyed male took a puff, blowing out the smoke slowly. "You could have just asked for another."
Kiku ignored him, taking another drag. He was somewhat tempted to show the note to the Netherlander, or at least share with someone about his other choices, yet he was worried he would drag them in. The raven sighed tiredly before crushing the stick in the ash tray at the corner. "Maybe."
"If you've something to share, then share. It's not like you to stall." Abel took out another stick and lit it, watching the other from the corner of his eye.
"Blunt as ever," Sighed the assassin. Kiku's hand reached down, but when it neared the pocket containing the paper, he stopped. Clenching his fist, he let his hand go limp and smiled at the blonde. "It's nothing, just another fight with the boss."
The Dutchman narrowed his eyes, he could smell the lie, but should his friend did not want to share then so be it. Instead, he leaned back into his chair and yawned. "You're a terrible liar."
"Well, you're a kuundere." Kiku replied, reaching up and taking the cigarette away once more. "…and I hate smokers."
OMAKE
"Veneziano," Feliciano turned back to his brother, tilting his head curiously at the other. "Are you fucking sure that waitress was a man?"
The younger grinned cheerfully, walking over to the car that waited for them a couple of shops away. "Vee, would I lie to you fratello?"
"Fuck yeah you would." Lovino grumbled as he followed, hands shoved in his pockets. No wonder he did not shy away from that waitress like how he normally would around ladies, yet it felt so…. He forced back down a blush. No! He was not a fanook! He had girlfriends in the past and he was definitely not attracted to that fucking Spanish bastard. "Just fucking answer, damnit!"
"He is a guy, I swear vee~" Waving at the driver in the car and opening the door, Feliciano fixed a smirk at his twin with an odd look in his eyes. "Would you like me to bring prove to you, fratello?"
Lovino did not answer as he swung the door open angrily and got in. He was embarrassed and pissed. The happy idiota beside, that damn annoying bird and the potato bastard No.2 in front did not help at all.
"Yo! I saw that from here, nice move Lovino!" The albino snickered from the driver seat, grinning away even when the said man kicked the back of his seat.
"Shut the fuck up Gilbert! You probably thought that he was a woman too, goddamnit!"
"You bet I did, kesesese!" Gilbert announced, Gilbird who nested on his head chirped to support him. "Ja, I'd tap that ass. He's adorable."
"Just shut up and fucking drive, stupid potato-head two."
"You just found a pretty fruit and don't want to acknowledge that you're gay~"
"I'm no fucking fanook! Don't fucking make me give you one!"
The two went on with their exchange, one severely pissed while the other gleeful. In the back, Feliciano simply smiled nonchalantly as he watched.
Extra flavoring – poison/drugs.
Draw – To take out your weapons.
Give somebody a headache – As such cute as it sounds, Korea will leave a couple of bullets as well.
Clock - To watch over or keep an eye on someone.
Government's dogs – The police force/Feds. The lead dog is the head of a squad. Reason why some Mafiosos call 'em dogs is 'course, well, they follow orders and are like dogs. -Shrugs-
Signorina - lady/miss/girl.
Mia cara – my dear.
Ma-Jong – It's a Chinese game that consists of little cubes with symbols engraved on it. I don't really play it but its kinda like poker. Kinda.
Kuundere - A person who shows no emotion at first but slowly care when they get to know you.
Fanook - a derogatory tern for a homosexual.
Wow. Three reviews. I'M QUITE HAPPY DESPITE ONLY HAVING ONE FOLLOWS :D
Thank you so much! I have ta thank Chi-chan and Mei for helping me with the ideas and the former for editting my stuff. Go check out her stuff, she has WorldxKiku too :D not sure what I wanna say really :b
And guess what to those who are following Little Reflections, I'm starting on the next chapter. I'm so sorry I stopped, got too distracted DX Hang on a little longer! Gambatte~!
Erm, you guys probably won't see this, but, uh please review? It'd be nice... *shifts a little, looking at my feet* :(
