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I am so sorry that I have neglected all of you! But in my defense, I had school! And lose plot bunnies! And, well, an over population of plot bunnies...Gomen! I know I am so bad! And this isn't even a long chapter...

P.S.: I OWN NOTHING! Well, except for Carmina...

Ch. 5: "That which they cannot anticipate"

"Engage people with what they expect; it is what they are able to discern and confirms their projections. It settles them into predictable patterns of response, occupying their minds while you wait for the extraordinary moment — that which they cannot anticipate."

~Sun Tzu, The Art of War

The restaurant was all that Feliciano had described. It was like walking back in time. The waiters and waitresses all dressed in period clothing, the architecture exact replicas, even the plates and silverware looked like they could easily have been found at an excavation site. Germany was impressed. Really he was. He had no idea that places like this existed. He had honestly thought all Italian restaurants were like Olive Garden...

"So, you like?" Feliciano's innocent question brought him back from his straying thoughts.

"Si~ It's fantástico!" Spain was looking as amazed as Germany felt.

"Ja. I agree." Italy's smile seemed to brighten. Shining as the sun at the complements.

A young waitresses dressed like the goddess Diana, complete with quiver of arrows and a bow slung on her shoulder, spoke softly with Feliciano, who he could tell was a frequent customer. Romano on the other hand looked slightly scared and out of place. Feliciano directed the group to a booth that he said was usually reserved for him since he came to this place often. He babbled on for a bit before leaving to run to the bathroom.

The brunette stared at himself in the mirror disgusted. He hated the person he pretended to be. He had told Lovino that it was time his façade dropped, but he had yet to find an opportunity to do so. Lovino looked like he had been dragged through Hell when he said that this was were they were go to eat. Considering that this was one of his favorite Mafia fronts, it was only natural that his brother would be apprehensive to come in.

BANG!

BANG!

Gunshots? Feliciano cracked the bathroom door open. Two large men had guns drawn on his favorite waitresses. One of his personal guards daughters if he remembered correctly. Another man lay dead on the ground and Germany was clutching his left arm.

How interesting. Felciano smiled. His day just got better. He listened closely to the man closest to his location. He had a thick Russian accent. So it was the Mob then? His day just kept looking up. He now had the means to drop his false personality for good. A sadistic chuckle left his lips as he prepared to make his entrance.

"Carmina!" He burst from the bathroom crying and shaking. "Ve~ Don't me! Ve~!" He continued to shake and cry. Carmina looked almost ashamed to have forced his hand. A large bruise had already started to form on the young girls face. As she should, but she looks to have tried to get way.

"Ve~ Carmina you're hurt! Ve~ What happened!" Terror and concern laced his voice. Oh good he was at acting! He should go into acting full time. No it was far to boring.

Not daring to question him she answered. "They were wanting the Boss. I-I told them he wasn't here, but they~"

"We have a message for the Don." For me?

"I-I'll take it to him! Jus-just don't hurt any one else! Ve~!"

"Feliciano!" Oh right. Germany is still here. How did I forget? The large blond looked frightened. Scared for the frightened little brunette he thought North Italy was.

BANG! The shot hit the wall not far from Germany, Spain and his brother. Feliciano's eyes darkened, his tears stopped, and a sinister smirk slowly made it's way across his face.

"Ve~ I told you to tell me your message, though I'm sure I already know what it is. So why don't you give Brakinski a message of my own. Ve~" His voice was full of dead pleasure. Both Russians flinched at his change in persona. "Don't mess with the Mafia." He took out his personal Beretta. It's silver flashing in the restaurant's lights. It was such a change from his Beretta M 1951 service pistol. Two rounds. Two rounds of it twelve round clip and both Russians were dead. Blood flowing from both sides of their heads.

North Italy smiled dangerously and motioned for the people in the building to clean it up. He walked up to Carmina.

"Make sure Compagno Braginski gets his men back promptly." The young waitress nodded before barking quiet orders in Italian.

Italy smiled to himself, before directing someone to take care of Germany's injury. He then walked over to his private booth and slid into it. A steaming plate of Lasagna, his personal favorite type of pasta. Lovino silently followed. He knew not to disobey his bother. Even if an order wasn't given. He'd felt his brother's wrath on several occasions and after the last time he didn't want to add more injuries to his already broken body.

Germany and Spain stood side by side staring at the Italy brothers, or more specifically North Italy. Hollow brown eyes glanced up at them. Sadistic pleasure in his recent actions flashing in their depths.

"Are you going to order? Or should I just have them bring something out?" Lovino didn't do more then sit there. Eyes down cast even as a plate was set before him. Germany and Spain didn't know what to do. Their minds were far from figuring out what the heck had just happened. Their sweet, innocent, oblivious, air-headed, useless, little Italy just killed two men and thrived in it? Their minds were even more set back with his twins silent compliance with the whole situation. Neither understood how, or why, or when all this had begun. Neither could, in that moment, fathom what had occurred as real. Neither choose to accept it as real. So their minds did the only thing they could to keep themselves sane. They shut down.

The Italy brothers watched as two of the strongest men they knew fell to the ground unconscious. Amber orbs staring with unhindered sadistic glee, their earthy-toned counterpart's in sadness and concern. One thought resonated in their minds: This is only the beginning.

A/N: Look back at the top A/N.

Translations:

Fantástico – Fantastic (Spanish)

Ja – Yes (German)

Compagno – Comrade/Companion (Italian)

Names:

Ludwig – Germany

Feliciano – Italy

Romano – Lovino/South Italy/Lovi

Antonio – Spain

Carmina – Just a random OC that I put in there. She may never show up again.