Chapter 14: Of hoods, masks, and deceitful bastards.
Don't own Hetalia, as always.
Note: This chapter starts off in the POV of one of the two hooded men from the last chapter :) Sorry if it gets a bit confusing as I try to conceal their identities XD

He watched his partner look out the window of the car, bored, through dull olive green eyes. He wondered how much longer it'd be till they'd arrive at their destination, he was already tired of the Italian boy he was sitting next to, as he had proven that he couldn't keep still for more than a few moments, and the girl that had been with him seemed ready to strangle something –or someone. Besides that, the black hoods were a bit of overkill, especially considering they had masks on.
He must have spaced out eventually, because the next thing he knew, he was being dragged out of the car, and led into the mansion. He noted the boy that had been with them before had left, and the girl was rather confidently escorting them. He sped his pace up a little bit, noticing that he had started to fall behind.
They were eventually led into a somewhat well lit room where Winter and Alexander were waiting.
"Ah, glad to see you were able to make it safely, men." Winter said, getting up to greet them properly before changing his focus. "Glad to see you were able to do this."
She bowed. "Of course. By your leave, sirs."
"Right. You are dismissed, Monika." He said, and she quickly left the room. "Right then, where were we? Oh, and take off those ridiculous hoods and masks of yours." They exchanged a brief look (or as much as they could with the hoods and masks) before deciding it'd be best for them to remove the masks.
"Right, well, why don't you tell me? You were the one who called for us, saying you had urgent matters to discuss." The taller of the two said, raising an eyebrow.
"Ah, that's right. We wanted to enlist your help over a little thorn in our sides." Alexander said.
"A thorn, you say? Well, I suppose we can help out. But," he said, looking amused. "Tell me, who is this thorn of yours?"
"Perhaps you have heard of them, but a rebellion group called the Vastupanu." When the other shook his head, Alexander smirked. "They are a rebel group that supports and fights with the Trump Four. Doesn't that name ring a bell?"
A dark look was on his partners face, although it wasn't very surprising to him, knowing what those words meant to him.
"When do we need to attack?" He asked, trying to get them to focus on the matter at hand.
"Hm… I suppose it doesn't matter when, but we're planning on attacking in their area in a week or so for supplies and such, so wait a while after that. I'll contact you with details another time, if that is okay with you."
"That is fine, of course. So," He said, looking the other men straight in their eyes. "Tell me, what you really want."

Monika and Feliciano were talking to Lovina and Antonio, telling them the story of where they had gone. Lovina had seemed too been a bit jealous of the fact that Feliciano had been able to be outside of the mansion, even if it was only to a train station for a few hours.
"Ve~ They were really scary, Moni!" Feliciano told Monika, who rolled her eyes in response. Lovina seemed to be bristling with anger next to him as Antonio tried (unsuccessfully) to calm her down.
"Calm down, Feli. They weren't that bad. You act like they were members of the mafia –"
"How do you know they weren't?!" Feliciano interrupted her.
"Mein gott, Feli. They might have had hoods and masks, but that doesn't mean they're from the mafia. They're no shadier than other people that have come by in the past."
"Wait a moment; did you say they had hoods and masks? Overkill much?" Lovina said.
Monika made a face. "Yeah, I did find that a bit weird. They must be rather popular or something if they need to conceal their identity."
"Ve~ I hope they go away soon, anyhow."
Lovina looked at Antonio, who hadn't really said anything the whole time. N-not that Lovina was worried about him or anything, just that it wasn't very that normal for him. "You okay, tomato bastard? You haven't been saying anything." When she didn't receive an answer, she poked him. "Hey, are you even awake, bastard." As if to prove her point, he flopped onto her lap, asleep. "… Must be nice to fall asleep like that."
"It's getting a bit late, so it makes sense. We should head back to our room." Monika said, standing up.
"Ve~ Okay! See you tomorrow, sorella." Feliciano said, skipping out of the room, Monika following him, closing the door behind her. Lovina groaned in frustration. She flopped backwards onto the bed, too lazy to move anywhere. She felt Antonio wrap his arms around her, snuggling close. "You're not even asleep, are you bastard?"
"Nope~" Antonio said, voice muffled since he was speaking into her side.
"Fuck you, bastard." Lovina said, huffing. "Be glad I'm too tired to do anything about it."

The two hooded men stealthily left the mansion, putting their masks back on-yes, the masks were a normal, everyday thing- , and ditched the hoods.
"Ah, that took longer than it should have. Stupid Winter always drags these things out longer than it needs to be…"
"Well, at least we don't have to keep those stupid hoods on."
"That's true; the damn things are so damn aggravating."
"… Did it bug you?"
"Hm?"
"Did it bug you when Winter brought up the Trump Four?"
"Yeah, but its okay. The masters will most definitely agree it though."
"Yeah… I hope I don't run into either one of them while we're in the area. Especially not her… I don't think she'd want to be reminded of how many people she's lost since then."
"I wonder what Khemet would say if she knew…"
"On a first name basis now are we? Anyways, I'd be more curious to what Lethe would say."
"Well, considering the fact that they both consider you to be their sons, they probably wouldn't take it well. After all, if I went home and said, 'Ummu, I'm home, and I have something to tell you. You know those Joker guys? I'm one of them. So, how have you been?' She'd probably freak."
"Yeah, she probably would. But at least if everyone else turned against us, we'd at least still have each other."
"Trust me; it's the only reason I'm still alive."

Tehee, fun chapter to write~ Again, I apologize for any difficulties in reading this chapter.
Translation:
Ummu is Arabic for mother.
Anyways, Joker is a duo like the Trump Four (but smaller ^^), but they fight for the current ways of like unlike TF who fights for the rebellion.
Khemet is the name I used for Ancient Egypt (since I saw that used quite a bit) and Lethe is Ancient Greece (because I need my Greek Mythology/Fire Emblem References).
Last time I checked, Yao was in the lead in the votes (although only two people have voted so…)
Cookies (or turtles) to those of you who caught the YGOTAS reference :)
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