A/N: …Whoa.

Well, I never knew that this story would get as popular as it did so quickly! Imagine my surprise when, almost the following morning, I received many alerts and reviews. I squealed, people. SQUEALED. I was so happy! :D

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Chapter 1

A few weeks had gone by since Feliciano came home and told me of his plans of befriending the mysterious German man. He's actually put gathering information about the unfortunate soul on the top of his priority list. I held my tongue when he made the announcement (although it was pretty damn hard to). Maybe it was due to the fact that Feliciano finally decided to reach outside of the family business and make a (hopefully) normal friend. Maybe it was due to the fact that I had (slowly, painfully slowly) started to give my baby brother my approval. Maybe it was due to the fact that Feliciano made an example of one idiot who decided to ask "why the fuck we decided to gather intelligence on a worthless nobody when we should've been more worried about eliminating that crazy Belarusian lady".

I stared at the new stains on the wall. Well, shit. I had just replaced that wallpaper.

"Does anyone else have any questions?" Feliciano asked sweetly, his amber eyes dark and his gun hand unwavering. (Un)surprisingly no one had any further questions (objections). "Good." He put his gun back in its holder. "Now, here's what I want done…"

After the henchmen scampered out of the room, the smile turned back into a genuine one. "Ve~ I get so happy when everyone follows my orders." Feliciano gave the dead man a disgusted look. "Well, almost everyone."

"Dead Guy has a point, though," I spoke with a monotone voice. "If looking into the Natalia case is put down into the number two slot, we should at least send a few spies to check up on her. The Vargas family shouldn't really be caught off guard when she decides to try and kill you."

Amber eyes now closed off to the world, Feliciano jumped and gave me a bear hug. "Ve~ Fratello is so smart!"

"Gah! Get off of me, idiot!" A few more moments passed before I could properly breathe again. I stepped back, scowling as I made sure that my ribs weren't broken. Getting rid of the noticeable wrinkles in my jacket, I glanced up at my brother. "Since the day's just starting, what do you need me to do?"

Frowning a bit, my brother furrowed his brows in thought. Moments later he brightened right back up. "Ve~ I know! Fratello can organize the information already gathered about the nice German man! Then you'll be able to see why I'm so interested in him."

"What?"

Feliciano jumped up and down, clapping his hands together. "Yep! What a wonderful idea!" He started walking away, leaving me a bit confused as to why the hell he decided to give me such a ridiculous job for such a ridiculous reason. "Oh, and could you take out the trash?" he asked. "I really don't like trash just sitting around."

Feliciano then made his exit, the sound of the door resonating throughout the now-quiet room. I ran a hand through my hair, sighing. Then I got out my phone and assigned someone else to take out the body.

Great. Not only did I have to cover up the blood stains on the wall, but now I'd have to replace the carpeting, too.

"Let's see what these idiots have gathered so far," I muttered to myself, sitting at my desk while going through several papers.

My brother, being the oh-so-talented person that he was, drew a face profile of what the man looked like. Of course, Grandpapa taught him to enhance his skills so much.

The pencil only snapped because it was faulty, not because I still felt bitter.

Hmm…According to our people, the man's name was Ludwig…Ludwig…How the fucking hell did he pronounce his last name? Bell…Beel…Bull….Shit. My head made contact with the desk top. Stupid German names. Why couldn't they have names that were easier on the tongue? Like tomato.

Raising my head back up, I continued to flip through the papers. Blonde hair, freaky light blue eyes, could apparently bench press a house or two from the looks of those muscles of his, tall, smart, blah blah blah blah blah.

"I wonder what his job occupation is?" I thought out loud. Going back through the papers, I only found out the address of business and not the type. Stupid intelligence people…

Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I got out of my chair and grabbed the keys sitting near the edge of my desk. Guess I was going to be taking a road trip.