Disclaimer: Italy , Romano, Grandpa and other Hetalia characters that are in this story belong to Hidekazu Himaruya, the authour for the Hetalia comics. Other characters mentioned are OCs of mine.

Warning: Mentions of sex, Murder, and contains cursing. It's the mafia what did you expect?

Lovino's POV

At the mansion grandpa was sitting in the lounge with the under bosses, Trigger Bobby, Frankie, and Benny. They got a little nervous when we walked into the room but that didn't stop them from kissing our asses. " Roma, Venice, let me pour you a drink", " wanna cigar?", offers were told all around but we walked right passed them and set the stacks of money down on the table in front of Grandpa. He smiled at us both. " Good job my sons, I knew that son of a bitch had it. Tonz had to go but he said that you two had to be at poker night tonight at the bar so you can show up these caprogime, who've been beating him badly, and show them how to play real poker." Feli chuckled at the thought of Tonz getting beaten so badly by some nobodies that he has to ask for our help. Tonz is a good player. Feli and I used to play at the bar too, but the guys got butthurt because we are so good. (couple hundred years makes ya a good poker player.) Plus they said our masks trip em up when we play. They whine that wearing a mask counts as cheating but I retort back that I can take off the mask but then we would have to kill you. Which shut them up real quick because we were not kidding. You know what a good game of poker would be? America, Russia, Norway, China, Prussia, Feli and me. They are the best poker players of the nations besides Belgium and Portugal who cheat a lot. The only ones who have beat me are my brother, America and Prussia. My brother because his happy mask never cracks in poker even when he bluffs. America is probably the luckiest person in cards because he always gets a good hand, I don't think he's ever had to bluff. Prussia...he makes the most outrageous bets then stares into your soul, his mind tricks are better then mine and I finally fold because he scares me. Which is saying a lot. Prussia could probably beat the devil himself at poker, if they weren't the same people.

We both sat down on a loveseat that was the comfiest chair in the room, but nobody dares to sit in it through fear of ticking us off since it was our seat. Feli had poured himself some gin even though it wasn't lunch yet, but no one was going to take his alcohol from him. Italy could probably drink Russia under the table if given the chance. I lit up a cigar, puffing out smoke rings on habit. I can do all kinds of smoke tricks and shapes, that usually impress the ladies. The under bosses went on talking to Grandpa, who also wore a mask but it was white and looked like Turkey's. A little later Tiger walked in carrying a box. Grandpa dismissed the under bosses in a kind of 'get the fuck outta here ya lazy asses' way. Tiger set the crate on the coffee table and opened it with a crowbar. Inside was a pair of concrete cinder blocks with hollowed out tops the shape of feet. With rope on the side to lace them up like actual shoes. " I like you guyses style, now ya just need ta get the letter and I'll have it delivered ta the Chicago Dom in no time." Feli signed the threatening letter with a swirly intrusive that read the Twins. Of course we were all wearing gloves, since this could be evidence or used as a way to track us down if the Chicago boss decided to give it to the police as a tip off. The police systems that were not being bribed or paid off by the mafia, had a continuous record of trying to figure out our identities. We wore masks so no one knew what our faces looked like except for the uncles and Grandpa's new wife, Feli and I always had on gloves so our fingerprints did not exist. According to the American government, we did not this has not stopped the police on trying to capture the most notorious mafia family and find out who they are.

Tiger resealed the crate with the letter in it and headed back out to deliver it. I got up and turned on the black white television and flipped the switches to news. We sat listening and watching the news anchor talk about New York Crime rising and offers from witness protection programs saying if you joined them then they would protect you if you gave up the identities of mob bosses and mafia members. This kind of shit would never happen in Italy, you don't give up family. American gangsters were so flimsy and wishy-washy, always scared of being caught and going to jail. But I assure you if you are in my Mafia and you gave us up, then you would have a worse fate than going to jail. Donna came in with her hair curled and covered in makeup with gaudy clothes and jewelry but this was the normal look for the wives and daughters of the mob.

"Oh how are my favourite boys doin? Oh Feli you have to see my living room it's just got the latest designs, Lovi you don't get out of this either. Come say hi to the girls, you know how they love you two." Donna insisted, getting both of us up from the couch. The other women of the mob couldn't keep their fucking hands off of us. Either they were gold digging, power hungry girls, or cougars. Both were unwanted by the both of us. We did have a few flings here and there with young adult girls our age who were nice enough. I dated this red headed Sicilian girl called Kitty. She was feisty and was like a sex cheetah in bed. We dated for about a week and a half until one night she woke me up in the bed with a gun pointed at my head. She shot me, but when I didn't die she panicked and said it was just a set-up by the government to find out who you were and that she was just a cop. That angered me more so beat her until she died. Feli who was in another room in the mansion helped me get rid of her body she was dumped into a dumpster in New Jersey where only her hand was found in a garbage compactor. The police didn't have anything that traced back to me since their was no evidence that she was at the mansion with me the night she was killed except for some witnesses saying that we were dating for a week. Their little scheme to get a cop to shoot me while I slept was smart but what they aren't planning for is the fact that I cannot die. Being shot in the head is no picnic though, so that instance has given me an edge to dating girls. Feli and I will always be together but we have centuries and do not turn our heads to branching out in our love life.

Feli likes to hire prostitutes to have fun with then kill them afterwards then leaving them in various places. So women and sometimes men see the both of us as either a suicide trip or a gold mine since we were the richest mob family in the U.S. Donna lead us into a room down the hall that was decorated in white and golds. There was a big couch in the middle that housed about nine women all who were smoking and talking loudly. The room in total held around 15 women aging from 16 year old daughters to 60 year old grandmothers. When they saw Donna walk in leading the two of us they immediately started primping and fixing their hair. " Donna you didn't tell us your sons would be paying us a visit." " Here sweetie come sit by this lonely women." Cat calls followed comments like these two. " Leave them be you old hags, can't a women spend some time with her sons without having thier clothes be torn off?" Donna yelled at them warning them to not over do it. She lead Feli around showing him all her new furniture and how she took his advice on decorating and styling ideas. Feli was an expert on fashion and anything to do with decorating and he looked pleased with Donna's newfound sense of style. I stayed put, leaning against the door frame still smoking a cigarette. A teen girl who looked to be 18 caught my eye and she was giving me big googly eyes so I decided to entertain her a little and blew a heart shaped smoke in her direction. She blushed and the rest of the women screeched about how romantic and gentlemanly I am. It took a lot of willpower to not shoot them all. Donna was done talking to Feli and she let us go and I quickly walked out of the loud room. Feli followed behind me as we walked through the rest of the mansion.

AN: Thank you for reading. Review and tell me what other nations you want to make an appearance in the next chapter.