The Tales from Madness
Author's note:I do NOT own Hetalia or any of its characters. Also this story will have swearing, torture, killing, blood, mention of Hitler and other subjects of WW2. I will be posting chapters as the get done. As for editing, I will corrected when people notice any of my mistakes or my friend reads over the chapter. So don't be rude about my grammar or spelling please. When you see italic without "" or with out ' ' then it is when someone is writing in their diary.
For better understanding:
Dear A.T. Diary: Italy
Dear Journal: England
Hero's Log: America
Entry #: Germany
Japan's Journal: Japan
XX Day of the month of XXXX of year 19XX: Volker
Caro stupido giornale:(Dear stupid journal:) Romano
Aloha Notebook: Hawaii
When In () to show change in who is writing. Also when not around humans, nations only use their human names if close friends, family, or lovers
Thanks to AshleyTauber (for the review and the favorite), and tardis13, Lovethehumor101(for the following). Also thanks to Tawariell Saerwen for giving me the idea for this chapter and for use of some of the Author's notes.
The Tales Form Madness
Chapter 2:Washed Up on the Shore. Godfather Romano?
Caro stupido giornale,
I have noticed that my brother has been sounding depressed when I call him. He has been this way since that Potato-Bastard has left on his mission. Anyway I have decide to do a surprise visit to Feliciano. I know that seeing me will cheer him up. Unfortunately, Spain is against the idea.
"Are you sure you want to travel all that distance by yourself?" Asked Spain "It is dangerous out there."
"Once, I get out of your country and out of your Civil War, I should be safe." said Romano as he picked up his bags. (Author Note: In real history the Civil War in Spain last from 1936-1939 and WW2 officially started in 1939 and ended in 1946. I know that my story does not have an exact set year so I am saying that the Spanish Civil War is taking during WW2.)
"But you forget that the rest of Europe is at war!"
"That's not going to stop me."
"A veces se puede ser tan terco! (Sometimes you can be so stubborn!)" respond Antonio to Lovino. "But if you insist then go, mi amigo. (my friend)
"Bastard, how many times do I have to tell you not to worry about me?"
"Umm..."
"Whatever. I'll see you in two weeks then.":
Later
Despite what Spain had said, I had little trouble traveling to my nation. I did run into a little trouble with Switzerland, but can I really blame him. It must be hard to remain neutral during a war.
Now, what got me troubled was how dark and empty the house was. At first, I thought the condition was because my brother was visiting that dumb Potato-Bastard's, who must of returned since my talk with Feliciano, that was until I saw the layer of dust covering everything. Despite my brother being known for laziness, my brother doesn't like our home to be viewed as a mess.
I started to search the house until I found Feliciano's diary setting out on the coffee table with also a fine later of dust on it. Picking up the diary, I began to read it from a few entries before the last entry that the book was open too.
A Little Later
After reading Feliciano's diary, I get the feeling that I may be in danger if what he says is true. So I grabbed my bag off the floor and headed further south. I knew who I had to contact...
Charging a long distant call to one of his many aliases accounts, Romano called Japan.
"Hello, Japan speaking." Answer the Axis island nation.
"Hey Japan, it is me, Romano." respond the Italien.
"Romano nice to hear from you. It has been sometime."
"Yes, it has..." It is not that he hates Japan. He is a nice nation but Japan often hangs out with Germany, so Romano doesn't hang out with him.
"So what is the meaning behind your call?" asks the Japanese nation.
"Well, the thing is that I found my brother's diary. It said something about searching for Germany. I am not sure what it means but if you hear from Italy please let me know."
"Okay, I will."
"Thank you. Hope to talk to you soon." And with that Romano hung up the payphone before dialing another number.
"Hello?" said a male voice over the other end of the phone.
"Hi." Romano spoke calmly and seriously into the phone.
There was a pregnant pause before South Italy heard the man say "Padrino?" (Godfather?)
"Yes it is me. I need your help." Respond Romano
"I understand. Where are you?" asks the man.
Giving the man his current location, Romano then hung up the phone and waited.
When my men picked me up it was already dark. When they saw the look on my face, that I wasn't to happy about waiting, they were quick to explain that due to Mussolini, the Mafia had a hard time moving around.(Author's Note: The Mafia was highly detested by Benito Mussolini. When he gained power in Italy, the first thing he did was dismantle the power and influence of the Mafia families. The Mafia was highly persecuted and many members fled to the United States, settling in New York, New Jersey and Chicago. Mussolini's government swallowed up their ancient territories, thus preventing their return to their homeland. Any members of the Mafia or Mafia sympathizers living in Italy and Sicily were tortured and publically executed.)
"Sir, what brings you back home?" asks one of the men in the back seat of the car that had arrived to pick him up.
"I have found that my brother had disappeared along with his friend. I have a feeing that Hitler and the German government is involved." Answered Romano.
"So what do you suggest we do?"
"We join the resistance and throw the Nazi bastards out."
Caro stupido giornale,
Today was my first mission since I have returned to my position in the Mafia.
During my reacquainting with my men and meeting mew members, when I notice something was off about one of the men.
The man's accent was not right for the area he clamed to be from and seemed to be to well dressed for soemone that was in the lower part of the family.
It was hard for Romano to keep an eye on the suspicious henchman, because his men were throwing a small party in honor of his return. This made Lovino wonder why he left the mob. It sometimes felt like the only ones that understood him. On the other hand it was nice to work with his brother to bring justice to their country.
Looking up from his drink, Lovino noticed the questionable man leaving the room. He knew that now was his chance.
"Sorry men, but I am going to have to call it a night." Said the Italien as he stood up from the table.
"We understand." Said one of the men as the others nod at him.
Leaving the building, Romano followed the man. After the first couple of streets, Lovino was starting to think that maybe he was wrong. Maybe working with the government had dulled his senses of judgment.
That was until the man rounded a corner. Following the man, Romano saw the man approach a seedy-looking man that was setting on a bench. After a few moments, the man casually took a seat next to him, as if they were simply two men arriving in the middle of the night to feed pigeons in the park. After conversating in a low voice the henchman then pulled out an envelope and handed it to the seedy man.
"I didn't have time to add this, but he is back." Said the henchman to the other man.
The seedy man nodded at the comment before standing up and leaving. The henchman stayed at the bench for a few minutes before getting up and start walking.
Moving from his hiding spot, Romano followed the man. He now had all the proof he need to do what was about to happen.
The two continue walk until they come to a bridge. When they made it half way across the bridge, Romano called out to the man.
"Padrino? What brings you here?' spoke the henchman.
"Don't you try to act all buddy to me!' Romano said in an angrily tone.
"I'm sorry. Did I offend you?"
"I saw what you did a few minutes ago." respond Romano as he drew out his Beretta M1934 from his coat pocket. "How dare you betray the family!"(Author's Note: The Beretta M1934 was a stranded service firearm to the Italien armed forces in the beginning of 1939. The pistol was also infamously, used in the assassination of Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, the world famous peace activist and leader of Indian Independence Movement.)
"You don't understand nothing." respond the man as a grin came to his face.
"Understand what?!" yelled Lovino at the traitor.
"You can try to stop me but each day Mussolini dismantling more and more of the Mafia families power and influence. On top of that his government is snatching up their territories. Can't you see that the Mafia is an antebellum dinosaur and I for one want to be on the winning side." answered the traitor.
"Dinosaur! Dinosaur! Well sir, you picked the wrong dinosaur to mess with." responded Romano as he kicked the man in the stomach causing the traitor to fall to his knees.
Brining his gun to the man's head, Romano glared into the eyes of the traitor. "And this dinosaur will make sure that you and Mussolini brucerà all'inferno! (will burn it hell!)
Seeing this cause the man to fall into hysteria, showing Romano the true weakling he was. "Si perga di non fare! Avere un cuore!" (Please don't! Have a heart!)
"Bullshit!" hollered Romano, "If you didn't want to die then you shouldn't have betrayed the mob!"
Pulling the trigger, Romano shot the man in the head. Watching the man fall back, Romano then looked down at the river below. Picking up the body, Lovino threw it over the rail of the bridge and into the water below.
Reaching into his coat, Romano then pulled out his wallet. Opening the wallet, he dug through it until he found his government I.D. card. Pausing to look at the photo, Lovino remembered the day when it was token. Italy was so happy. Now he had no clue to where his brother was. All that he knew was that something had to change. Flicking the card into the air, Romano watched it fly through the air before it fell into the river below. The Southern Italien then watched the water carry the card way until it was out of sight.
Turning around, Romano headed back to his headquarters. It was even later in the evening when he returned.
"Padrino? What is wrong?" asked one of the men when they saw the sight distresses look on South Italy's face.
"Well, the thing is.." Romano looked at the henchman that spoke.
"Baldovino."
"Baldovino, is that we have been compromised."
"What!" shouted the men.
"Yes, I found one of these so called spies. I have already disposed of him."
"So what do you suggest we do?" asked Baldovino.
"You, Baldovino, are going to do a background check on everyone. Said Romano, "I trust you so don't make regret it."
Baldovino only answered with a nod at Romano's order.
"As for the rest of you, I want you contact the other families."
Caro stupido giornale,
Today all the heads of the Mafia gathered in my home. I know that most of them would love to take out one another but for my sake they are not fighting.
Sometimes it feels good to have this much power over people. Better then just being the brother of an ally, someone that you have to put up with, or, in the case of Spain, just someone to take care of.
"Glad to see everyone made it here okay." Says Romano drawing everyone from their conversations. "All of you must know why I called you here."
"Yes, it is about Mussolini right?" spoke one of the heads.
"Yes in a way."
"If no one minds," spokes another Mafia head, "I would like to make a toast to our fallen brothers."
Many of the mobsters remained silent but raised their glasses in the toast. All had lost good men or knew families that no longer exist because of the government. After the toast there was a silent pause before a man in a grey business suit with brown hair stood up. "My employer My. Forzaoscura would like to know how we can help you remove Mussolini from power?"
"If I can get guns, ammo, money, vehicles, ...men. Anything that you can spare, because I plan to hit him hard."
Caro stupido giornale,
First few weeks our missions have been successful. We have attacked office officials and gather information from them. We have taken out office buildings and vehicles. We have even raid military supplies, which was a shock when we many off with a few of their tanks.
"Target just rounded the corner." Romano and his group heard over the handheld transceiver. (Author's Note: The 1st radio receiver/transmitter was the backpacked Motorola SCR-300 in 1940. TheSCR-536 radio was the hand-held produced and used during WW2).
"Roger that." answered one of the men that Romano had received from one of the many mob families.
"Okay, does everyone know the plan?" Lovino asks.
"The main objective is to extract the government documents form the personal. Second objective is to see if we can capture one of the men." answer one of the men.
'Right, but remember that the files come first. I want you guys back so don't try to be a hero. Also keep the civilian involvement to a minimum."
"Yes sir!" Lovino hears the group answer.
A few minutes later, the target car came into view and the South Italy lead the ground into battle. The mob let loose a shower of gunfire. This caused the target vehicle to turn sideways in the street, before the passengers climbed out and returned fire.
At the guns were going off buildings, cars, and the road filling up with bullet holes. Through the confusion Lovino grabbed the transceiver, thanking God that a stray bullet had not yet token it out. Flipping it over to another channel, Romano yelled into it, hoping that the other person could hear him over the gun fight. "Are you in position?"
"Yes, I am moving now." said a voice back at him.
Looking over his makeshift barrier, which was an open car door, Romano saw one of the government officers slowly fall back into the car. A few seconds later, the man slid out of the car with a suitcase in his hands.
Seeing this, Romano fell back before driving into one of the narrow side alleyways. Picking himself up off the ground, Lovino dust himself off before walking down the alley. It wasn't long before he meet the government officer who he had seen pull the case from the car.
The officer was a little taller than Romano with short brown hair and green eyes. He wore an Italien government uniform but from his accent, Lovino could tell that he came from somewhere else in Europe.
"Here you go, sir." The office said with respect.
"Thank you, mister..." Romano said in hopes to get his name.
"My name is not important." respond the officer. He had caught the Italian's attempt to get his name. "Let's just say that I have my reasons like you."
Handing the case to Lovino, the man then turn away from him and headed back to the fight. Giving the officer a few minutes to return, Romano then called a retreat.
I am not sure how this man knew about me but after our first few attacks , he must knew that he could help. I do wish that I knew why he was willing to be so risky.
Later
My men were quite happy that we were successful in our mission. They were celebrating in the other room, as I with a few heads of the Mafia went into another room.
Setting the case, on the table, I nod at the others before one of them move to the case and started to pick the locks. I knew that I could have done it myself but as the Padrino, I had to leave it to others do to my position.
It didn't take long for the locks to be picked and the case to pop open.
Reaching into the case, the mafia lock picker pulls out two files. Handing them to Romano, the other members wonder what they are about. Opening the first file, Romano frowns when he realizes the file was in German.
"Does anyone know how to read German?" asks Romano in frustration.
Seeing one of the others raise a hand, Romano pasted the file to him. Giving the msn a few minutes to read the file, the man answers "From what I can make out from first file the Nazi wants to make a puppet state up north. They are going to use something call Project Traugott II. I think you should take a look at the other file now, Padrino." said the man before handing the file to Lovino.
Opening the second file, Romano saw that there was photos of his brother inside.
"Again from what I could gather from the file, there was something about success on someone called Ludwig and they want to try the same thing on your brother.'
Trying to say calm, Romano asks. "What are their plans?"
"I am not sure but something about making a copy."
Caro stupido giornale,
After hearing what the Nazis had planned, we doubled our efforts. No one mess with my brother or me and gets away with it.
After much hard work, the Mafia and I have gain much territory these past few weeks. So instead if pushing forward ,I had decided to fortify our boundaries. I don't want to use any land we have gain because we got careless.
Later
I just realized that it has been over two months since I left Spain. he must be worry about me, so I have decided to sneak of and make my way to our home in Northern Italy.
A Little Later,
When I went by the house I saw someone examine the place. I don't know who, but he had a ripped up German uniform. Since I didn't know if I could trust him, I stayed away.
That Evening,
After my return to the Mafia, I found out that the 'government' attacked. Forzaoscura and it was a complete massacre. There is no sign that anyone has survived. What gets to me is that Forzaoscura and his men had minimal ties to me. So how did Mussolini know? We had weeded out most of his spies and I am the only one t hat talks to the Mafia leaders.
"Padrino?" I hear one of the men call out.
"Yes." I answer as I look up from this notebook.
"It is not your fault. We all know the risks of war. So don't beat yourself up."
He does have a point but this has made me realize that we are going to need help.
Aloha Notebook,
Today a monster of a storm hit my home. I often worry about storms because they can be very destructive.
Japan fought to keep a hold of the one piece of the plane that was still afloat in the ocean. When Japan's plane, the Steel Dragon, had slammed into the water, he had thought that was the end of him. But when his head broke through the surface of the ocean, Japan knew he was not out of the equation yet.
'Please don't let me drown.' thought Japan as he was tossed around by the storm. After surviving days in the ocean, without food or water, that would be a pathetic way to go. Coughing hard, Japan tried to force the salt water out of his lungs as another wave slammed into him. Seeing another huge wave approach him, Japan took a deep breath. Japan was then smothered by water as the wave came crashing down.
Aloha Notebook,
The storm passed during the night. From what my people have told me that the damage is not as bad as I had feared. The place that suffered are the beaches, which I am going to check out. You never know what treasures one can find after a storm.
Kamehameha, or more commonly known as Kame by his friends and his co-worker/friend America, walk across the sand of the beach. Occasionally stopping to check the piles of seaweed and driftwood. (Author's Note: The name Kamehameha comes from the first Hawaiian king and also the last of the dynasty.)
Moving aside some seaweed, Kame found a piece of metal under some driftwood. Grabbing the edge of the metal piece, he pulled it out.
'How strange.' thought Kame when he noticed the Japanese characters on the metal. The metal itself wasn't worth anything but the characters made it cool, so he kept it for future use.
Sliding the chunk of metal into his bag, Kame moved to another pile of storm debris, in hopes of finding some jetsam. The Hawaiian continue his search until he heard a moan come from the pile. Pausing for a minute to make sure that he was not hearing things, Kame was startled when the pile started to move.
"Hold on! I'll help you!" the Hawaiian called as he dug into the seaweed and driftwood.
Moving the junk away quickly, Kame came across a short, slim but bruised and cut up man with black hair, wearing a shredded white outfit.
"Who are you? And what happen to you?'" asked Kame as he pulled the Japanese man to him, but the man just moaned before passing out.
Later,
I brought the Japanese man to the hospital. After the doctors took the man into care, I called a few police stations to see if anyone had reported a missing person but that came up empty.
Much Later,
I left the Japanese man at the hospital so I could go out and enjoy the evening.
A Little Later,
Was at one of the bars when for some reason I showed the chunk of metal to one of the pilots from the Navy base. The pilot gave it a glance and told me that it was from a the tail end of a plane. I can't remember what he called it though. If the plane piece was found near the Japanese man then the two must be related. If that is true the man is from Japan! (Author's Note: The Hawaiian island had a lot of Japanese immigrants and Japanese heritage. Shortly after the attack on Pearl Harbor, only 1/3 were relocated, while 110,000 people of Japanese heritage who lived on the Pacific coast area relocated)
I need to call America!