The folder of my stories had been mysteriously erased— no, seriously — so I don't know what my notes were from last chapter.

So I had to rewrite this chapter, I kinda forgot what my notes where for this chappy. But I do remember something about Lilli being Gilbert's cousin. Yeah, I dunno if I just repeated this part so please forgive me. So anyway, Liechtenstein was also one of the Holy Roman Empire countries, thus being Prussia's cousin. That's what I read from someone's comment; but from what I read from Wikipedia Liechtenstein was under the Austria-Hungary blah blah land once owned by the Hapsburg family [lol, she's their child! Fuhuhu]

Blah blah blah, yada yada. Oh and I saw that Liechtenstein's anthem or something was 'For God, for the Prince, and for the Fatherland' See that? 'Fatherland' while probably most of the bigger countries are referred to 'motherland'. Yes, Liechtenstein's ruler is a prince, hence the Nyotalia version of her with a small crown and a monarch cape. [Actually, the thing I like about Liechtenstein is her Male!Nyotalia. He's the young, polite, silent type that I like— no, I'm not gay]

That's probably it.

I don't own Hetalia

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"You made the right choice, da?"

"Yeah."

"You're not scared, da?"

"Yeah."

"You're not going to back down, da?"

"Yeah."

"You're happy, da?"

"Da." Matthew's tongue had slipped; he kept hearing the Russian add 'da' after every sentence he utters, thus, altering his mind making a slip of the tongue. His cheeks were flushed pink once he thought about what he just said.

Ivan laughed, "Am I having an effect on you, comrade?"

Matthew smiled, "Da" he answered, though it was intentional. He looked around the darkly lit restaurant. The whole place was dark because of its black walls and from the night outside, though there weren't many windows. The whole restaurant's designs were giving the dark classy vibe to it. There were white lamps placed above each table. Their plates were already occupied by a Russian dish, Ivan had urged him to try. His eyes drifted to his glass of wine, then to his fork and knife.

The Russian hummed, "I heard one of your members had been abducted. Would you like me to help?"

He declined, "No thank you. I can handle it. It's only a trade with the Karpusi family."

"Ah yes, the Karpusi. You and the Heir are quite good, in par actually."

Matthew chuckled, "You're too nice to me."

Ivan shivered, "Yes, because you are Natalia's boyfriend. How can you put up with her?" He asked, putting on a face of disbelief.

"The same way you put up with her while living in the same house with her." He told him, almost smirking, only to stop himself if the Russian Capo were to see that and thought of him as rude.

He propped his elbow up the table, raising his wine glass. "Let's toast for Natalia."

The Canadian did the same, "To your sister." His voice came of weak for a cheer.

"To your girlfriend!"

Clink!

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"West!" Gilbert obnoxiously greeted, waving his arm at him. Ludwig was in the front yard washing his car. Gilbert wouldn't doubt to think his brother was looking hot since he was dripping wet and shirtless. (He tried hard not to slap himself of thinking of that. That was a curse for being gay.) "Bruder, how are you?"

Ludwig glared him off, throwing his wet towel over the trunk of his car. "Bruder, where have you been these past months?"

The albino grinned, scratching the back of his neck. His duffle bag hanging by his legs as he unconsciously swung it back and forth. "I've been to…places."

"Vati is very mad at you."

He laughed, "The old geezer's still alive?"

The blonde frowned, "Bruder, don't insult Vati like that!" He scolded him.

"Ja ja, where is he anyway?" Gilbert asked, ignoring what his little brother was telling him.

Ludwig sighed in defeat, taking the towel and flung it over his shoulder. "He's in the den."

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Kiku panted as they broke for air. He moaned when his mouth was attacked again with another loving kiss. He gasped when his partner's hand snaked its way underneath his underwear.

"Is this… your first time… to sleep with… a man?" Came a whisper to his ear with a pair of seductive eyes.

"Hai." He reached out to the other man, "Herakles-san stop—"

The Greek hummed, "You've caused me to become like this. He smiled lazily, "It's partly your fault for being too cute."

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Lilli was told by William that she would accompany him to a lunch date with the Three Heirs.

"'Three Heirs'?" Lilli echoed.

The man nodded, ashes from his tobacco falling, "They're something like the Big Four. But they're the most famous and wealthiest among all the heir and heiress all over the world. They have businesses all over the world too, a family business. There's Sadiq Adnan, the Turk Heir; Gupta Muhammad Hassan, the Egyptian Heir; and Herakles Karpusi, the Grecian Heir."

"What are they doing here?"

He shrugged, "The usual. Pick up girls, spend money. Sometimes, supervise their company branches. And you," He narrowed his green eyes at her. "I heard that your brother's a gun supplier. I want you to ready a gun for your safety. If ever something goes wrong."

"How about you, William?"

He smirked, "Back at my home, I used to hunt for animals for dinner."

She smiled, "I have a friend that goes to a shooting ranch with me every weekend. Why don't you come with us sometime?"

"I'll cancel all my plans for that."

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"Come in."

Gilbert stepped inside the den and closed the wooden door behind him.

"You called, Vati?"

The man before him grunted. "Where have you been, Gilbert?"

He stood motionless before the desk. "Going all about, doing my job."

"Gilbert," He said, "your job is here. I cannot tolerate your absence when we need you." He sighed. "We both agreed that you will stay here while you go around assassinating people. Don't forget that."

The albino whined childishly, "But it's so boring here! I've proved to you that I am fully capable of the things you do. I even met—!" He quickly shut his mouth.

"What? Who did meet?" His father demanded.

He glared at him, "Nein, no one." He mustn't tell him. "No one in particular."

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Lilli met up with Matthew in their usual café hangout. She meets up with him every time she's going to meet with Alfred before they go to the shooting ranch. She updated him about the mayor and him being foreign, she could tell him since he was trust worthy.

"Oh right, Matthew, the Three Heirs are coming to New York. William asked me to come with him to their lunch date and told me to be prepared if something goes wrong."

He offered her a smile, "Would you like us to guard you?"

She shook her head, "No, thank you." She knew about Matthew's group and that her brother was invited to join them. She was a small sister to them, in the group; she was always being 'baby-sitted' by one member even though she was able to keep herself safe. She should be a member, technically, but when Feliks and Elizaveta suggested it, Vash gave a grim look.

"Hey, remember that doctor who checked up on you the last time?" He asked.

She took her mug, "Yes?"

Matthew placed his hands on his own mug, "He was once Vash's best friend."

The girl paused midway of drinking her coffee. The two stayed like that for a moment until her phone rang, vibrating over the surface.

He saw the sender's name from across the table before she took it. He grinned, "Well, if it isn't coincidence."

She giggled before reading the text her brother sent her. "He just wanted to know our cousin is moving in with us."

"'Cousin'?" He repeated. "Enlighten me, who's this cousin of yours?"

She put down her phone and answered, "Gilbert Beilshmidt."

His eyebrows raised high at said name.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, no." He told her picking up his cup of coffee, turning to look out the window, "Nothing's wrong." One thing was plastered into his mind that just wanted him to shake the girl up and reconfirm this, but doubt it since Vash would be angry at him; but how the hell is Gilbert related to Lilli?

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Eduard looked down at the case in his hand. It was quite heavy because in it was Katyusha's antique rifle that she was going to sell. He then looked at the woman, who was fidgeting and in the verge of tears.

"Good evening. You must be Miss Yekaterina." A man with long blonde hair, greeted as he opened the door for them to enter.

The Estonian man exhaled as he painted portraits and some military artifacts preserved in glass cases all over the place.

"Germans."

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Forgive me if I had not updated for awhile. Since my folder for Mafiatalia had been erased, I had to rewrite and I rewrote the wrong chapter.

You might like to read this for your entertainment: while I was writing this, my face was covered with a homemade natural face mask; I made it myself, yeah. I'm trying to get intact with my girl side. It's made of egg, oatmeal, and olive oil. I don't know what it does, but I tried it anyways. Lovely, actually, how it would drip on my keyboards and I would run to the kitchen to get tissue paper to wipe it up; but I also liked the part when it dried on my face and it felt hard to talk. Do you do that?

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