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After Story: Hai! Crazy Italian-sensei!

It had been a year since Ritsu Kasanoda experienced the Ranmyaku incident. It still seemed unreal to him. He had been fighting alongside personified countries after all. Who would've thought? Nations were personified as people and he actually got to meet them in person. He fought side by side with them for a good cause.

The countries praised him for his level headedness as well. Vietnam sad he was honorable a-and so did Germany. He had proven himself to such important people!

That day when he got home, he wanted to tell Tetsuya everything. He wanted to tell him how, not only did he fight with friends, but with nations as well. He wanted to tell him how, when faced with a gun, he kept his head high no matter what. He wanted to tell him how he was praised by Vietnam.

He really wanted to.

But Ritsu knew how big a secret the nations' identities were. He couldn't tell anyone. What would Kiku say if he did? He didn't want to let down his own country. So instead, when he got home, he kept his mouth shut about the countries. He only told Tetsuya that he met up with other Yakuza allies and the Host Club and they all somehow managed to get out without confronting many enemies.

That was what the Host Club was telling their parents and guardians as well. They all promised to keep it a secret. Ritsu knew secretly that they all wished to meet the nations again. He did too. He wanted to thank them again. But it wasn't like a nation was just going to walk up to his front door or anything silly along those lines.

… Right?

Wrong.

A nation did walk up to his front door a year after the Ranmyaku attack. And when it happened, boy was Ritsu completely surprised.

It was around the time when Ritsu's father was telling him more about being a Yakuza boss. He urged him to follow in his footsteps and taught him more about the crime life. Then one day his father told him, "Ritsu-sama, an important member of the Italian Mafia will be having a meeting with me tomorrow. I wish for you to sit in on the meeting in order to gain some experience."

Ritsu had no qualms with that. When the day had come, he walked into the meeting room with his school uniform on, not finding enough time to change.

He sat just a few feet behind his brother and watched as men in black and red suits entered the syndicate. Ritsu couldn't help but notice a shorter man who entered. He stood out mostly because of his height. The yakuza teen found it odd how such a young looking person was in charge of so many gangsters. When the man first entered the room, he froze and the shuddered. Ritsu couldn't tell what he was looking at due to the man's sunglasses, but Ritsu felt as if the man was staring straight at him. Strange …

Once everyone was seated on their mats, the younger looking man, who sat in front, took off his black glasses and said, "Now, let's get down to business."

"Y-yes," nodded Ritsu's father. "Of course."

Ritsu stared at the Italian man once he removed his hat and sunglasses. The man looked so familiar. Ritsu knew he had met him somewhere before. That face, that hair, those eyes, that hair curl …

"Y-You! It's you!" Ritsu exclaimed, pointing at the man.

Everyone in the room, minus the Italian Mafia boss, crawled back and stared at Ritsu in fear. The Mafia boss only sat there, unmoving.

Looking at the others' reactions, Ritsu felt guilty. He had hoped maybe people had stopped being afraid of him completely.

Oh well.

"R-Ritsu!" shouted his father. "H-How rude of you!" he squeaked fearfully. "Y-You w-will s-show respect to this man!" He quickly turned back to the Mafia boss in front of him and bowed respectfully. "I-I am sorry. My son will keep his mouth shut from now on."

The familiar man sat stock still. "It is alright. I don't give a damn. Let's just get to business."

"R-Right."

And so the meeting commenced. Ritsu was sure he knew the Italian Mafia boss. There was no doubt in his mind that he was one of the nations. Didn't Italy have two personifications? One was extremely bubbly and the other was grouchy? The man sitting before him had to be the grouchy one.

B-But for some reason he didn't seem to remember Ritsu.

Well, then again they didn't really interact back during the terrorist attack.

As the meeting was coming to a close Ritsu felt himself becoming even more impatient. He wanted to talk with the Italian nation. He wanted to question him and see if he really was a country, but he had to wait. Just a few more minutes.

When finally, the meeting ended (an extremely bored) Ritsu glanced around and watched as the Italians got up from their spots on the floor and headed out the door. Ritsu's father got up as well, and stuttered out, "L-Let me see you out-"

"No need," spoke the Nation Mafia boss. "That'll be all bastard."

"R-Right …" Ritsu seemed surprised his father allowed him to talk to him in such a way. Even IF the man held more power over his dad. Instead of dwelling too much on it though, Ritsu decided to hurry up and question the man. "W-Wait!" He exclaimed causing everyone to look at him. Gulping, the red haired teen continued, "I-uh, you're that guy, right?"

The nation shuddered once more before, cocking an eyebrow.

"W-What I mean to say is … um …"

"Spit it out idiota! I haven't got all day!"

"I met you and your brother before during the Ranmyaku attack!" Ritsu finally explained. He watched as the Italian man turned completely to look at him. He couldn't tell what the nation was thinking at all. It was the perfect poker face! "You and those other representatives saved me and … stuff …"

There was a pregnant pause, until suddenly, the Mafia boss lifted a hand smoothly and spoke in a calm and even tone, "Leave us."

In a split second, his whole gang had left the premises. Ritsu and his father stared in awe at the sight.

The nation then glared at the father. "What are you waiting for? An invitation as well? Get the hell out of here idiota!" he ordered Ritsu's father.

Ritsu could tell the Kasanoda syndicate boss was annoyed, but he must have felt the boy held more power over him and immediately left the room, grumbling, "It's my house …"

Ritsu felt himself begin to sweat just then. Now he was alone in the room with the nation. What was he going to do now? The teen gulped. He was scared, but he had so many questions. Ones like, what happened to you all after the incident? Or, why the hell are you a Mafia boss doing things in the shadows when you're a government official?! Trying to contain himself, Ritsu cleared his throat and slouched his shoulders.

"You. Creepy bastard," the nation finally spoke. He had been staring at him the entire time, unmoving until then and-

Wait.

Did he just call me creepy?

"You remember me, then?"

Ritsu shook off the insult and nodded. "I-I just don't remember your name. Uh, human name that is."

"The nations call me Romano, but the humans know me as Lovino Vargas. Ciao."

"Romano? Like cheese?" questioned Kasanoda.

"CHIGI! NO! And you can't call me that anyway. My human name is Lovino Vargas as already fuckin' stated … So it's Mr. Vargas or Lovino-sama to you, bitch!"

Kasanoda felt the need to clean out his ears. And did he just call Kasanoda a bitch? "Um … I don't think I'd call you Lovino-sama."

Lovino rolled his eyes at the response. "Children I swear. So fuckin' stubborn all the damn time."

"Hey! Shut up! And I'm not a kid either!" Kasanoda retorted.

The Italian shivered a bit and slid his sunglasses on before saying, "Are you over nine thousand?"

Kasanoda lifted a confused eyebrow. "Over the p-power level, nine thousand?"

"No you idiota! Over nine thousand years old!" He rephrased angrily.

"Um … no."

"So that means I'd never bow to your child ass ever in my life."

"But you're not over nine thousand!"

"So?! YOU GOT SOMETHIN' TO SAY ABOUT IT?!" Kasanoda sighed as Lovino's voice practically blasted his ear drums. This man was extremely weird. He was hot tempered and kind of annoying, yet he was the leader of the Italian Mafia AND a country. Did that mean all Italians were annoying or something? Wait. But going by that logic would mean that all Italians are a part of the mafia, which isn't necessarily true … maybe.

Kasanoda cringed at the thought of a country full of trigger happy Mafioso like Lovino running rampant. Yeah, I don't think all Italians are like that … he concluded.

But Lovino did represent Southern Italy. So he had to have at least some good qualities. Besides the country is beautiful, the streets are narrow … which, probably isn't much of a good thing now that he thought about it. Italians were crazy drivers after all. Kasanoda paused in his list of nice things about Italy before thinking, those narrow streets are probably a physical representation of Mr. Vargas' narrow mind. Yeah, that's what they are.

Anyway, good things about Italy: Art, music … Kasanoda took a few seconds to inspect the short Italian man in front of him. He may not look like it at first glance, but Lovino had a good amount of flaws. But Kasanoda realized he had yet to cower from his apparently scary expressions. It made the yakuza heir slightly happier.

So, then, Lovino was a very nice looking, artistic, and fearless person. Those were really the only good qualities Kasanoda could think of at the moment.

With that conclusion, Kasanoda decided to change the subject of whatever their conversation had been about, by saying, "You're actually pretty amazing."

Lovino perked up in surprise.

"I mean, when everyone else in the room cowered away from me earlier," Kasanoda explained, "you just sat there and didn't run away. You … you weren't afraid."

"O-Of course I wasn't afraid," the Italian spoke with a little stutter. His shoulders then began to shake and he looked away, finding the sliding doors way more interesting to look at all of a sudden.

Noticing this, Kasanoda deadpanned. He WAS scared of me! He just hid it! Is that why he put those sunglasses back on?!

"Anyway, since you think so highly of me, I guess I have no other choice but to become your fuckin' instructor."

Kasanoda blinked at Lovino's words. Then, "Where the heck did that even come from?"

Lovino frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. "Anyone who respects me needs to be someone I can actually stand. But seeing as you are a yakuza heir and you're talentless at the moment, I will take it upon myself to fuckin' teach you."

Kasanoda ignored the 'talentless' part and questioned, "Are you saying you're going to teach me how to be a yakuza boss?"

"Duh."

"But-"

"Shut the fuck up! There are no fuckin' BUTS!" Lovino shouted. "Now that you are under my damn tutelage you will not speak unless spoken to and you will do everything I fuckin' say! You got it?!"

The red haired teen could suddenly feel his head spinning. This was all going too fast for him. And isn't this the second time he was being taught by someone else he barely knew? But … the first time this happened, Kasanoda had wanted Mori-sempai's guidance. This time though …

"Now, grab your shoes, we're getting' out of here," Lovino suddenly ordered.

Without thinking much, Kasanoda quickly did as he was told. "H-Hai, Mr. Vargas."

Lovino's eyebrow then twitched. "Hey, hey, hey! Now that you're my student you will address me as Vargas-sama!"

"WHAT?!" Kasanoda almost screamed.

In slight fear, Lovino stepped away and sputtered out, "O-Or y-you can just c-call me Lovino-sensei."

Kasanoda's face relaxed. "Oh. Okay Lovino-sensei."

"G-Good … Now let's go underling."

"… Sure."

Once the two had made it outside the Kasanoda Compound, the red haired teen looked around in wonder at the empty street. "Hey, where did your buddies go anyway?"

"Shut the fuck up. I already said not to talk unless spoken to."

"…" Obediently, Kasanoda followed after Lovino as the Italian began walking down the street. "So where are we going?"

"I said shut the fuck up. And to answer that question, just a little walk. I need to ask you some questions first," Lovino answered and flicked his sunglasses to the top of his head. Kasanoda looked at him in interest. "Do you have a tattoo?"

Why is he asking that?! Thought Kasanoda. "Um, yeah. On my back. It's not super huge though."

"Good. Next question. Do you know how to handle a gun?"

Kasanoda frowned. "Of course I do. I've shot a gun a few times before with my father."

"Well, your father's an idiota so I'm taking you to a shooting range later."

"Hey-"

"Next question. What's your fuckin' wardrobe like?"

Kasanoda had to think about that one. He had been wearing his school uniform a lot recently but he did sometimes put on a kimono and maybe some baggy pants and T-shirt. It's not like he went out a lot anyway. "My uniform, a few regular pants with T-shirts that are mostly black or white … sometimes blue." He looked back at Lovino and saw the look of extreme horror make its way onto his face.

"CHIGI?! What the hell kind of hobo are you, huh?!"

"Hey! I like those clothes! They're comfortable!"

"Unex-fuckin-ceptable! You need some damn suits in your damn closet bastard! What kind of syndicate boss are you?!"

"I'm not the boss yet! My dad is! And he only wears kimonos."

"Well he's stupid and old fashioned! If you want to actually do anything in your fuckin' life, you wear a fuckin' suit!"

"Okay, okay, geez."

"We're going fuckin' shopping right now!"

"Alright, alright!"

… And that is how Kasanoda found himself in a shopping district standing next to an Italian Mafia boss scavenging for what he said would be the "the best perfect goddamn suit you'll ever see in your fuckin' pathetic life". Only a few shoppers glanced their way to stare at the Italian man next to him. Kasanoda couldn't tell if they were looking because he was foreign, because he was handsome, because he was really fancy looking in his suit, or because he just flat out looked weird while searching vehemently for an outfit.

Kasanoda felt he would've looked for all four of those reasons if he were them.

"AHA!" Lovino grinned evilly as he held up five suits that apparently had been to his liking. Next to him was a young Japanese man in a worker's uniform. "Would that be all, sir?"

Lovino nodded. "Yeah, and I'd like you to meet my fuckin' underling first," he said. "Worker boy, this is Underling and Underling, this is the guy who is going to help complete your quest for the best perfect goddamn suit you'll ever see in your fuckin' pathetic life."

The worker bowed. "I am happy to help."

Kasanoda hadn't even noticed him there earlier.

"Alright, take us to your fitting room," ordered Lovino.

"Of course." And so master and underling followed after the worker towards the back of the store. Kasanoda wondered why the boy acted as though Lovino's attitude was completely normal. Was it because he was a costumer and he had to treat costumers with respect, or was the boy used to weird people like Lovino?

Once at the fitting room, Lovino shoved him in and threw a suit at him. "Try this shit on."

Kasanoda did just that. However, when he looked in the mirror he was mortified. This suit looked terrible on him. It didn't look well at all. It was pitch black, and had nice enough pockets, but Kasanoda's shoulders weren't that wide and neither was his waist. Stepping out of the dressing room, he awaited Lovino's reaction.

When the Italian man set his eyes on Kasanoda, he cringed. So did the boy worker.

"Mr. Vargas, are you sure you don't wish for him to be fitted?" questioned the boy in a respectful manner.

"Hell no. I'm not paying for that shit. I will find him a good suit without getting him fitted."

"But Mr. Vargas. You wanted the best perfect goddamn suit you'll ever see in your fuckin' pathetic lif-"

"I know what I wanted. But I realize that my fuckin' wallet is already pretty slim. I'll give him the best perfect goddamn suit you'll ever see that's NOT fitted for you specifically in your fuckin' pathetic life. I know how to shop, so I know what I'm doing."

Kasanoda had been too busy staring incredulously at the worker who had just quoted Lovino in the most monotone voice ever to really follow the rest of Lovino's sentence. "… Is this a no?"

"Of course it fuckin' is! Don't you have any fashion sense?! Get back in there and try this on!" Lovino ordered, throwing him another suit.

Kasanoda reluctantly did what he was told. And he repeated this for two more suits before finally finding one he thought suited him. It was slim and somewhat bland, but it fit comfortably. It was black with a hint of navy blue and his collared shirt was a pure white. Kasanoda didn't even bother putting on the tie, no doubt Lovino would make him do it though.

"I think this is it, Lovino-sensei," he spoke confidently as he stepped out of the fitting room.

Lovino stared for a moment. He inspected the outfit more so than he did with the others.

"Well?"

"Don't fuckin' rush me underling. And I like it too. However, it's slightly dull and where is the fuckin' tie?!"

Kasanoda sighed before dragging it out of the room and putting it on.

"There, you're better looking than earlier," Lovino told him with a nod of approval. "It's not the best perfect goddamn suit you'll ever see that's NOT fitted for you specifically in your fuckin' pathetic life … but I think it matches you in a way …"

The boy worker nodded in agreement.

"Now, take the damn thing off so I can buy it."

Kasanoda glanced at him in surprise before his eyes started to gleam happily. "H-Hai!" He was pretty happy, he had to admit. But Lovino's long titles were getting annoying.

Once at the counter, Lovino purchased the outfit (Kasanoda was pleasantly surprised the Italian wasn't forcing him to pay for it. He didn't bring much money with him anyway). Before leaving, Lovino muttered to the boy worker. "If Baldovino comes back, tell him I stopped by and we need to catch up soon."

The boy worker bowed. "Of course, sir."

"Ciao."

Kasanoda followed his instructor in surprise as the exited the store. "Who's Baldovino?"

"None of your goddamn business. But if you ever need something or find yourself in some shitty situation, ask for Baldovino and tell him you're a … friend of mine."

"… Sure, okay." His grip on his new suit tightened a bit. No doubt this Baldovino guy was connected to the mafia … But if so, why the heck was he in Japan?

As he thought this, Kasanoda found himself accidently bumping into someone. Whoever it was had then dropped their grocery bags and immediately Kasanoda reached down to help. "I-I'm sorry! Here let me help you."

"Thank you," answered the young beauty he had bumped into. When Kasanoda laid eyes on her, he couldn't help the blush rising onto his cheeks. This person was gorgeous. It kind of reminded him of Haruhi. Wow, she was beautiful.

Handing her back a bag, Kasanoda stuttered, "Y-Yeah, s-sure no problem."

The lady then walked away with her bags in hand. Behind him, Lovino scoffed. "Oh my God, have you even spoken to a girl before? You looked ridiculous."

"H-Hey! I-I'm just not used to talking with girls is all!"

Lovino rolled his eyes. "Pathetic. You looked so idiotic. That's not how you help ladies at all idiota. Here, watch the master." The Italian nation then proceeded to walk down the street until he spotted a beautiful woman and purposefully bumped into her. After a second, he spun around to look at her, his face masked with concern. "I am sorry bella, I didn't see you there."

But you did it on purpose! Kasanoda's mind screamed.

"Did I hurt you?"

The woman blushed. "N-No, I'm fine." She then went to pick up her bags, only to be stopped by Lovino.

"No, let me get them, I insist."

He's so full of it! Kasanoda's mind screamed again.

Once the bags had been picked up, Lovino handed them to her gently. "I am sorry again, bella. Is there any way I can repay you?" he questioned, holding her hand up to his lips and kissing it.

"N-No!" she exclaimed, overly embarrassed. "Please, t-that's all. T-Thank you!"

Lovino then winked. "You're welcome bella. Hopefully, though, you will be able to grace me with your presence in the near future."

The woman swooned at his words, before finally getting a hold of herself and walking away with a bow. Once she was out of sight, Lovino reproached Kasanoda with a cocky grin. "And that, underling, is how you do it."

Kasanoda deadpanned. He's just like the host club! "Um, yeah. Sure."

Lovino stared at him unimpressed. "Have you ever even been in love with a girl before?"

"Y-Yeah! Of course I have!" Kasanoda defended.

"Who the fuck is it then?"

The red haired teen blushed deeply at the question. "W-well … her name is Haruhi Fujioka-"

"That girl-boy?"

"Don't call her that!"

"Ugh, your taste in women, I swear ..."

"Hey!"

Lovino then suddenly gave him an uncharacteristic smile. "You know I kinda like you kid, right?"

Kasanoda blinked in surprise. "Um … really?" That was out of nowhere.

"And because I like you, I need to train you to the best of my abilities. Next you're gonna learn how to fuckin' pick up chicks."

"W-What?! But-"

"I thought I told you there are no fuckin' BUTS! Now do as I say and you'll be fine!"

Kasanoda deadpanned for what felt like the third time that day. What did picking up chicks have to do with becoming a yakuza boss?

"ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING YOU ASSHOLE!" Lovino shouted with fervor.

Wait, did I ask that out loud? Wondered Kasanoda. Either that, or Lovino was a mind reader.

"Now stop fuckin' questioning me and follow me like the good underling you are! By the time I'm done with you, you'll be the top dog around here! Got it?!"

Kasanoda felt the urge to salute in that moment.

"Y-Yessir!"

The next Chapter will be the Host Club in Spain. That one is going to be based off of actual original content from Bisco Hatori's manga.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Writing Romano was so much fun!

P.S. Guys, your reviews from the last two chapters ... just ... thank you! I stopped writing and then I got a new review and then I began rereading reviews and then I was super happy! That and the fact that Romano is awesome(!) helped me write this chapter. I also just wanted to hurry up to the next one too.

Adios!