I don't own Hetalia okay? I don't have much to say so enough of this A/N,on with the fic!
"So spill it, what could possibly be bothering you that bad?" Gilbert said.
"Where to start?" Alfred began. He took a spoonful of the sundae Gilbert had laid out for him and sighed. He knew what he had to do, or at least try to do. And that was get some information out of Gilbert about what was going on in the North side. Julius knew a rival gang was growing and wanted to know where they were getting their supplies. But Gilbert had run into him and if he was involved deeply then he would have let the boss know that Julius was there and suspecting him. But Alfred proved to be a very valuable piece to his chess game. No one in Chicago knew of this poor farmer from Wisconsin and he cleaned up so well. People did not know of his engagement to Lovina so no one would suspect him of his ties to the Vargas clan. The only ones who knew were the members of the clan sworn to secrecy until he decided to announce it, once Lovina was wed. So to prove himself to Julius, he ordered Alfred to try and get what he could out of Gilbert. Knowing he couldn't mention who exactly was forcing him into this mess, he sighed. "I fucked myself over bad."
"Okay, how did you do that?" Gilbert said. "I hear a lot of that these days. I mean they say these are the roaring twenties, but for who? The movie stars in California? Those big bankers in Wall Street? The factory owners? Ha!" He laughed cynically. "I left my homeland of Deutschland-" Alfred looked clueless. "Germany Dumpkoff."
"Ah." Alfred sighed. "Think I would have known that after shooting at Krauts back in the war."
"I'm ignoring that." Gilbert said. "That war took my brother's life. And he we was the good Beilschmidt brother, the one with the promise. I was the fuck up who had enough of trying to pay for bread with worthless money and figured, what the fuck? Let's try going to America. Only to find that this country has it so I can't get my beer! Know a guy who was in a similar place from England. Had a good old fashioned pub here and people liked it then in comes Prohibition and he's out of business. I am just more business savvy than he is."
"Sorry for your brother." Alfred said.
"I have to let the past be the past. And you're brining down the mood in an ice cream parlor." Gilbert said.
"Fine." Alfred took another bite thinking how to explain it without saying his involvement with the mafia, which kept getting deeper and deeper as the day went on. "So after the war I blow around a bit. Father was a total psycho. I mean the trenches seemed like a better alternative than how he got after my mother died." Gilbert's eyes widened. "Well they got me good in the recruiting office there anyway..." He sighed continuing. "Well one fucking day some lawyer tells me my dear old dad dear old died and I have the family farm. Well I'm sure you've heard the farm prices lately..."
"Yeah piss poor." Gilbert said.
"Yeah. But the bank was offering a good deal on mortgages so I thought, hey mortgage the family fucking farm, modernize and you can up production and pay it back." Alfred huffed. "Some fucking idea that was."
"Yeah." Gilbert nodded. "Another."
"I've got a good metabolism, I can burn this off." Alfred said. "So this guy gives me a job to pay it off. Good one pays well for what he wanted. Then he wants me to do more at his place in town and I meet his granddaughter. Prettiest thing ever, beautiful hair, even if she can be a total bitch sometimes."
"I know how that is. Women huh?" Gilbert said, thinking of a girl he loved back in Europe who hated him because of how they acted as children.
"She comes onto me and I shouldn't have done it but I did..." Alfred sighed.
"Knock her up and now you're headed for a shotgun marriage?" Gilbert laughed.
"Fuck you dude." Alfred said sticking up his middle finger. "Her grandfather, my boss, doesn't know. He's a sap for a fairy tale romance. So that's what we made it seem like once she found out she was pregnant. She isn't showing yet and we insisted to be wed by the end of the month. That way she can reveal a few weeks later that she is pregnant and everyone will think it happened on our wedding night. Honor saved."
"But her grandpa probably thinks you knocked her up beforehand, so he's making your life hell?" A blonde man wearing a wide brimmed hat and curly loops on his head and a rabbi's shaw came in eating a kielbasa in a roll.
"Mehin Gott..." Gilbert said. "Feliks, I thought you were a rabbi, isn't kielbasa not kosher?" He said pointing to Alfred who didn't know that Feliks was a 'rabbi in name only' to get them wine for the operation in a semi-legal way. Otherwise Gilbert wouldn't have mentioned a thing. Feliks had heard that enough from Arthur on the whole 'act like a rabbi in public'.
"You got it right." Alfred said. "And making me convert to Catholicism too to keep to her family because that fucking bastard thinks because all mine are dead or missing that my own faith and beliefs don't fucking matter. Gave me his dead wife's ring when I was going to give her my fucking mother's!"
"Woah!" Feliks said putting down the not so kosher lunch and looking over at Alfred. Time for that rabbi charm to kick in. Since people think we are so wise... "Let me give you something for your trouble my son." He pulled out a bottle of Jewish wine and handed it to him. "From my people to help you with your misery."
"No offense, but one, you don't seem to keep kosher well and two, you seem to be my age." Alfred looked at Feliks curiously while Gilbert tried to look at him like he was going to kill him without Alfred noticing.
"I'm a rabbi in a more relaxed set. We don't hold to silly things like kosher." Feliks said as Gilbert smacked his face in his palm. No way would that guy buy that you idiot... Gilbert thought.
"Well I know fuck all about Christianity it seems. The Father of the church I am marrying in now told me off for being a protestant. Which I wasn't even a very fucking good one. I do like to brag that my roots go all the way back to the Pilgrims..."
"Party poopers." Feliks said as Alfred looked at him slightly offended. "Not you, but your ancestors."
"Real smooth there Rabbi Feliks..." Gilbert said. "I'm sure this guy really wants to hear that."
"Well better than what my soon to be grandfather in law said. 'Your family's dead. Don't dwell on that. Your place is with my family now. Your past means nothing.'" Alfred said remembering the conversations with Julius. Alfred just wanted to tend to Lovina, and make sure she was well. She had been getting sick easier and so far all Julius knew was that she was sick with anticipation for the wedding. However she had explained it was morning sickness and Alfred felt mostly responsible. If he hadn't had sex with her, she wouldn't be pregnant and it was his child she was carrying, he was going to be a good father from the start. If he could ever get time with her. And not be a spy for her grandfather.
"Come on Gilbert, we have to let this guy to our event. He needs it. Like bad." Feliks said.
"I don't know, would Wulver approve?" Gilbert said quietly as Alfred busied himself cleaning out the second sundae.
"As long as he isn't Italian or an obvious member of the Vargas gang, give him the password. He need to raise money after all." Feliks whispered.
"Fine." Gilbert agreed.
"So cheer up there dear, what's your name again?" Feliks asked.
"Alfred." He replied simply.
"So next Friday there's an event at the docks by the fish cannery and the password is Victoria Regina. Tell it to the guardsman, this huge Russian guy and you're in. Bring money." Feliks said.
"Is this what I think it is?" Alfred said.
"Are you going to squeal to the cops?" Gilbert said pointing a shotgun at Alfred who put his hands up. See why our guys were so afraid of yours now? Gilbert thought.
"No! Of course not. In fact if this Prohibition shit wasn't going on I'd likely be a lot happier." Alfred said.
"Good." Feliks said. "Have some wine on the house but remember the password and no cops or Vargas or we'll sick that Russian on you."
"I got it." Alfred said. "Thanks again." He said as he took the wine and put it in his coat and head out.
Once Alfred was well out of sight, Gilbert turned to Feliks. "You sure he should be with us?"
"Meh, good ol Pilgrim boy who fucked up, got in laws breathing down his neck?" Feliks said. "He needs it bad. Besides can't hurt to have some locals in with us so it's not all immigrants and the token jazz singer."
"That's not a nice way to talk about Amelia." Gilbert rolled his eyes.
"Well the Wulver loves her." Feliks said.
"That's obvious." Gilbert sighed.
Alfred walked alone to the south side and Julius' manor. Now that they were engaged, Julius let Lovina choose if she wanted to stay with him or in her room with Felicia and she chose Alfred. It was so she wouldn't be annoyed by her sister who might figure out the truth. While Felicia was an idiot in Lovina's eyes, she could figure at least the early signs of pregnancy out. She had a scare like this herself, Turned out to be nothing but that was why that potato eating bastard talked about marriage so much until he died. She thought as she sat on the couch waiting for Alfred to come back while working on a painting. She happened to have some artistic skill, maybe not as good as Felicia but she needed something to do to help her focus on not throwing up. He opened the door and ran to Lovina. "Lovina." Alfred said as he hugged her causing her to wipe paint across the canvas. "Missed you."
"Alfred..." She growled.
"Ooops sorry." He added with a kiss. "Missed you and junior..." he whispered.
"I'm barely a month along." Lovina whispered.
"Still, I love you." Alfred said as Julius snuck up behind him.
"Alfredo!" Julius said as Alfred jumped in surprise and Lovina looked at her grandfather annoyed. "My darling Lovina, I hope you don't mind if us guys talk alone?"
"Guess not." Lovina sighed as Alfred tried to motion to her that he could handle it.
Julius took Alfred to his study and shut the door behind him. "Business." He said his tone darkening from fun loving grandpa to determined mafia boss. "What did you find out?"
"North side has a gang, with some Wulver as the leader and want me to visit their speakeasy Friday. Gave me the password. But there's a big Russian guy as the guard and has his eyes out for Vargas and Italians." Alfred said Why the fuck didn't I just fucking lie? Probably because he bought your biggest lie so not to do too much more would be the better idea... He thought.
"Well since your blood runs red white and blue, you are not in the Vargas clan yet, then you should go." Julius smiled thumping him on the back.
"I should?" Alfred asked. "But Lovina? I need to look after her."
"Why?" Julius said with a jovial nature but Alfred felt like he was trying to read his mind. "She's got me and her sister and been talking with Helena about things too. I think she's fine."
"Yeah...just don't want to be too apart from her is all...I do love her with all my heart." Alfred replied.
"Oh I know, but I need you to do this for me, for her, for the whole Vargas family that you're joining." Julius said. "They know to look out for us so I couldn't send Lovino to do it. I need you. They trust you if they gave you the password. We can watch from a fair distance and they can see you come up alone so that they won't think you're with me." Julius assured him. "But I need you to do this so I can squash any rivals who would want to hurt our beloved Lovina and force us into poverty. You wouldn't want your darling love to live like that?"
"No, no I wouldn't." Alfred admit.
"Good." Julius said. "What do you have there?"
"In my jacket?" Alfred said. "They have a rabbit helping them with supplies. Well at least he's legally a rabbi and he felt sorry for me and gave me a bottle of Jewish wine."
"Interesting." Julius noted. But there's no way that a rabbi alone would get them what they need to run what they are doing. He thought. "But you're done with me now. Go make Lovina happy."
"Will do." Alfred said as he ran out of Julius's study, leaving him alone to take note of these new facts.
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