"I hate the cold! I hate the fucking cold!"

We arrived to the place the coordinates marked. Among the few things we had packed for our express trip we had coat but nobody ever told me Iceland was that cold. I was frozen, and I didn't even know what the hell I was doing there. That's what I told the sweethearts.

"There is nothing in there! It's just a damned town with five houses, I counted them! Can you tell me why we lost our time coming here?"

"We just arrived, fratello, let's go take a walk" Veneziano said.

"Yeah, sure!" We made four thousand kilometers to take a walk in the butt of the world, where it is dark at this time and it's cold as balls!"

"Feliciano is right, we should take a look around" Fanelli said.

"Of course, you're on his side…" I muttered. I had no choice but to follow them. What could have I done there on my own?

I am not exaggerating when I say there were five houses in there. There were no more of them. It shouldn't have even been called a town. There was no one around. Nobody except us, who were the only morons outside at that time. There wasn't a soul to be seen; all of them were probably at home or something, with the heater on, warm chocolate or what the hell they drink in Iceland and a warm blanket on. Like normal people. But no, there we were, looking for Canada. I didn't even know who Canada was. I couldn't picture his or her face. But whoever that was, I was sure they were mocking us. Or maybe they got the wrong address and sent us some geolocating clue or what the hell is it called, that thing some people do for fun, walking around looking for stuff following clues. The only thing I knew was that I regretted soon having said yes to that madness.

But the fact that there were only a few houses made it very easy to know what was going on in the town.

We heard some screams. Two houses away from where we were, there were two people on the floor and a ripped guy on top of another guy. We didn't notice there was blood on the snow until we approached.

"Are there any more international guests today, eh?!"

"Isn't that…?" Veneziano said then, pointing at one of the people on the floor.

One of them was black, the other, all the contrary, his hair seemed to be filled with snow, but it was actually like that, white. I also recognized him.

"Prussia?" he called him.

It didn't matter he attracted the attention of the guy who screamed and hit. He had seen us coming anyway. He raised his head and looked at us with his nostrils very open, huffing like a fierce bull, surely overexcited from so much screaming and punching people.

"Yeah, I see there are, dammit…" he muttered.

And we saw how he put his hand inside of his coat to grab something. Fanelli saw it the first and that's why she looked for her gun quickly.

And then...Bang!

It all happened so fast I needed some time to realize what just happened. By then, it was too late to react or do anything.

That man attacked the first he recognized, which was my brother.

Fanelli, doing her duty as a bodyguard and fiancee, got in the way and tried to shoot.

That guy's bullet was faster.

Fanelli fell to the ground and Veneziano followed her.

"Carlotta!"

I also dropped to the floor, by Fanelli's side, using my arms as a shield.

At least there was someone who reacted fast. The guy that man had been beating up stood up and even though he was torn apart he pounced on him and hit him in his temples. The muscled guy fell to the floor and the other guy hit him in the face several times, grunting like an animal, until he stopped moving. Only for a few seconds. I heard him mutter 'motherfucker' and grab his pistol, but the other snatched it and pointed at him with it.

"D-Don't move…"

"C-Carlotta?"

Prussia stood up with an awful lot of difficulty. His face was red, swollen and full of blood. He had been beaten up good. But he was better than Fanelli.

I felt the tip of her fingers touching my thigh and I, obeying an impulse, took her hand. I don't know. Maybe my subconscious knew before I did that...

A few seconds later I felt no strength at all. Veneziano did nothing but shake her, delicately of course, but desperately looking for a reaction. He wouldn't stop calling her name. Prussia approached him, grunted because he felt like merda and placed a hand on his shoulder. Veneziano stopped trying. Finally, he understood.

...I didn't want Fanelli to die, okay? I just wanted her to...to...to just leave, but I never wanted her to die. She really loved my brother. Even if she had to be aware that people like us cannot be killed just like that, she stood in the way to prevent him from suffering any harm. She loved me too. She always tried to be friendly with me. The last thing she ever did was to gaze at Veneziano and look for my hand so I grabbed it.

She didn't have to die...

Nobody said anything. Nobody moved. Until Veneziano did. He left Fanelli delicately on the ground, as if she was sleeping, and walked straight to the one-armed man who killed her.

Then we saw those people running away.

I don't know what he saw, if he saw someone familiar or if he simply thought it was suspicious that the only people in that place ran away as soon as they saw us. What I know is that suddenly Veneziano got strength out of nowhere and ran after them.

They say I am the black sheep of the family. It is in my place where the mafia was born, probably my children had a lot of responsibility on the creation and rising of fascism. But I know better than anyone that nobody wants to see my brother angry.