OMG That took way too long! Augh! Please forgive me for the lateness! Life has a way of taking away all my free time!
Thank you foxgal, Bika-chan, RowrChan, Miss Macabre Grey, and Tamer Lorika for reviewing! I love you all to death and wish I could hug you all! XD Actually I can hug you Tamer! Watch out here I come!
Anyways here is the much anticipated second chapter of 愛は戦争! Love is War!
Just to clarify:
Denmark: Lukas Densen
Iceland: Egill
Norway: Sigurd
That will be there names! I got them mostly from Hetalia Wiki from the Trivia area...ish...yeah
Anyways don't hate on the choices! I think they sound good!
BTW: I own nothing! Nothing, but the idea! No stealiez!
"Ve! Ve! Ludwig! He's waking up! Come quick!" Tino groaned as his eyes fluttered open weakly. His sight slowly came into focus, allowing him to fully register the brown blob in front of him. The blob turned into a face that was grinning down at him. Tino let out a cry of terror before scrambling away. The feeling of plush fabric felt nice under his fingertips. Wait what? Glancing around his new surroundings, he found that he was no longer on the street and instead in a rather extravagant penthouse looking suite. He was currently lying on a rather large bed in the far corner of it. A pole was erected in the middle, making it seem like he was actually in an expensive whore house. There were several other smaller beds and sofas with the same plush look. Where the hell had this all come from? Confused, Tino's gaze returned to the grinning face which turned out to be a person. This person was a young man about his age, around 20, with short brown hair and brown eyes. There was a long curl sticking out on the left side of his head. He wore a fancy waiter uniform complete with a little black bow-tie. The brunette's information slowly trickled into his recovering mind.
Feliziano Vargas, Waiter, Grandson of one of the greatest and first mobsters on the Baltic Strip better known as Roma, Italian, Arrested frequently for indecent exposure usually after the hour of 3 p.m.
"Ciao! I am Feliziano Vargas! Nice to meet you Nick!" Feliziano exclaimed, bouncing up and down on the plush bed like a young child on Christmas. "I'm so glad you are here, Ve! You're going to be much better than that stronzo, Sadiq! I can tell!"
"Glad you are awake, Nick." A deep, very manly voice stated from the other side of the room, the same voice he had heard before he fainted. Tino glanced from the bouncing ball of joy to see a very tall, muscular blonde man standing in the doorway. He wore a bartender uniform and the sternness in his blue eyes expression made Tino straighten up a bit.
Ludwig Beilschmidt, Bartender, Grandson of one of the greatest and first mobsters on the Baltic Strip also known better as Germania, German, Known being a stickler for rules.
The German crossed over to the bed and extended a hand to Tino. "I am Ludwig. Pleasure to meet you Nick." Tino tentatively took his hand and Ludwig shook it with a firm grip.
"Nice to meet you too, Ludwig. I'm sorry for fainting like I did..." The Finn said sheepishly. Feliziano patted him on the shoulder in a comforting way.
"Ve! Non ti preoccupare! That happened to me the first time Sadiq got really close to me!" He said with his grin still shining brightly. Tino couldn't help, but smile back. If things had been different, Feliziano could have been a really nice friend. A gruff voice made Tino and Feliziano jump
"Ludwig! Holen Sie ihn da raus! Es ist fast Zeit für unsere Kunden zu uns kommen!" Ludwig glanced back towards the door and shouted back something in the same language, German. The blond man sighed and turned to the two on the bed.
"Time to get to work."
Tino was appalled. He was going to kill Arthur for putting him in this situation. Here he was in his waiter uniform, serving notorious mobsters a variety of alcoholic drinks while they watched hookers dancing on the pole or pulled them to an empty sofa to make out and dry hump each other. Or maybe they were actually humping each other...oh god. Tino turned away from the sight, disgusted. He hurried back to the front room where Ludwig was busy making a new round of drinks.
"Hey, Ludwig. I need a..." Tino didn't even get to finish when Ludwig passed three drinks to him on a tray.
"Orujo, Absinthe, and Pilsner. My bruder and his friends always get these." The German grumbled. Tino nodded a thanks and whisked the drinks quickly back into the back room, the VIP room as it was called. He headed towards a nearby sofa where three men were splayed out talking to each other. He put on a fake smile as he stopped before them.
"Here are your drinks." All three tore their eyes from each other. and Tino froze. The men in front of him were the infamous Bad Touch Trio, a deadly trafficking/smuggling trio that specialized in guns, sex, and drugs.
"Gracias, Chiquito!" The brown-haired man with the sun-kissed tan purred, slinking up to him. His emerald eyes gazed at Tino seductively. He was the drug smuggler of the group, Antonio Carriedo Fernandez.
"It's 'bout fuckin' time!" Tino jumped at the harsh words that came from the platinum blond opposite Antonio. He glared at Tino with his blood-red eyes, looking mildly interested. This man was Gilbert Beilschmidt, the gun smuggler of the three. Which left...
"Hon hon hon! What delicious mortal do we 'ave 'ere?" Tino's purple eyes were suddenly met by a pair of blue ones. The final member of the Bad Touch Trio was Francis Bonnefoy, the sex smuggler. The man had shoulder length blond hair and trickster smile. And he was currently less than an inch from him with his hands snaking around his waist. Tino forced the blush away from his cheeks at the uncomfortable bursting of his personal bubble. Francis smirked at Tino, revealing his fangs. "Why don't you join us, mon ami?" Tino had forgotten that the Bad Touch Trio were vampires. Horny tipsy vampires...Hitto! Tonight was just not his night…
"No thank you sir." Tino said smoothly. "I really must be getting back to work now. If you would kindly take your drinks and let me go..." Francis' grip tightened almost painfully before Tino could try and actually move away.
"I insist..." He hissed. Tino gasped as he was thrown on to the couch, the drinks spilling all over the front of his uniform. "No! Stop! Get off of me!" He yelled as Francis straddled him. He looked ready to devour the Finn, licking his lips. Antonio and Gilbert joined their friend, a seductive smile on one and a cocky grin on the other. Their hands rendered Tino immobile, but that didn't stop him from thrashing wildly against them.
Suddenly Francis was ripped off of him along with Antonio and Gilbert. Tino watched from the couch as Elizabeta began bashing Antonio and Gilbert's heads together forcefully. A scared whimpering made him glance away and his eyes widened. A statuesque man stood before him, holding Francis up to his eye level. The man wore a long dark blue overcoat that made him even more menacing over a pair of black slacks, boots, a black tie, and a buttoned up black shirt. With his ice like eyes, he looked like he was ready to rip off Francis' head. The man murmured something under his breath, something Tino couldn't make out. The tone though made Francis frightened beyond belief and began he murmuring some kind of apology half in English, half in French.
"Please...S'il vous plaît...Je ne voulais pas...I did not...I..." The giant stared at the French vampire over his glasses. He oozed dangerousness, authority, and power. How was it possible for one person to emit such an aura? It was intimidating, frightening almost.
"D'n't d' 't ag'n." Tino's mind paused, trying to decipher what his savior had said. He had a barely comprehensible accent. Francis seemed to understand and he nodded his head violently. His savior tossed him effortlessly off to the side where he found a not so comfy spot on the ground. The giant-like man turned to face him and Tino felt the strange urge to run away and hide from the other man in an all fire hurry. It seemed like his 'I'm going to kill you in a violent, bloody, painful way' face was his normal countenance. Though there was a flicker of worry etched in his features as he spoke.
"Ya 'll r'ght?" Again his accent nearly marred his words completely, but Tino caught the gist of what he was saying. Hurriedly he gave the other man a reply as he jumped from the couch.
"Oh..uh...I'm fine now...ah...thank you for...helping me...My name's Nick!" He stuck out his hand. It was only polite to introduce himself even if the man before him was probably some kind of mob member or other criminal...he had still saved his life.
"N' pr'bl'm. I'm B'rw'ld Ox'st'rna." That name…where had he heard it before? Tino tried to mentally go through all the files he had been shown as he shook hands with the man. Alas there was no such luck.
"Oy! Beeerrrwwaaalllldddd! Stop flirtin' with the help and get your ass over here!" Berwald sighed in annoyance, pinching the bridge of his nose. Tino glanced to the opposite side of the room. Splayed out on the plush bed in the corner, a young man with wild blond hair smirked at the two of them. He wore a partially unbuttoned, red dress shirt and black slacks. Well now Tino knew which mafia Berwald followed. The man on the bed was Lukas Densen, leader of the Vikings mafia. He was known for being one of the most stubborn of all the mafia bosses and for being a drunkard. Not just a normal drinker, but a hardcore, in-desperate-need-of-an-intervention-and-A.A, kind of drinker.
"S'rry…G'tta g'." Berwald grumbled softly, glancing over to where Lukas lay. He returned his gaze to Tino. The Finn almost jumped away, still not used to the look in the other's eyes. Laughing nervously, Tino tried to reply:
"Oh..its…no problem…I-" Lukas interrupted before he could finish and boy did he sound pissed.
"Beeerrrwwaaaalllldddd! You heard me! Get your ass over here!"
"S'rry.." Berwald hurried away and Tino couldn't help, but watch. Berwald stopped in front of Lukas who's smirk grew tenfold. The Finn had to turn away when he saw Lukas rise up and wrap his arms around Berwald's neck, drawing him into a forceful kiss.
"You sure were lucky, Nick! If Berwald hadn't spotted you, you would have been toast." Elizabeta cooed as she drew near to him, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. She had just dumped Antonio and Gilbert on top of their friend Francis and now she was whisking the young Finn away, saying something about him needing to change.
Tino was back to work in no time with a fresh uniform and a paranoid outlook. He now made sure to keep an eye out for any creepers like Francis and his crew. Of course they had hightailed it out of the bar after their beating. He was now just more aware of his surroundings. Several times he passed by the plush bed in the back of the room.
Berwald seemed to be standing guard as Lukas and one of his cronies, a white haired man with violet eyes, were speaking in hushed tones. The first time Tino walked by no one paid him any mind. The second time he earned a stare from Lukas that he was sure came with a smirk. The third time he walked by, Lukas' voice boomed after him.
"Hey der smuk!" He called in Danish with a smirk. Tino stopped and glanced back. Lukas was smirking, triumphant that he had the Finn's attention.
"Ikke interesseret…" Tino replied cheerily in fluent Danish before pivoting and hurrying to deliver a Heineken to a stoned looking young Dutch man. He walked by a fourth time and had his ears assaulted with a question from the Danish mafia boss.
"Oi, poika! Voinko puhua sinulle?" He was speaking in Finnish now and rather badly. Tino rolled his eyes and answered quickly, in Finnish of course.
"No minä olen kiireinen…" He just kept trying to talk to him over and over and over. And it was always butchered by his Danish accent. It was almost painful...no...it was excruciating!
"Kom igen! Låt mig prata med dig!"
"Jag sa nej!"
"Иди сюда, милая с ним!"
"Нет, спасибо…"
"嘿!来吧!"
"我已经告诉你没有!"
This was getting old. Really old…really fast. Finally Tino was about to walk by yet again when he spotted Lukas opening his mouth again. Whirling around, Tino glared down at the Dane.
"What the hell do you want?" He hissed, putting his fists on his hips. Lukas blinked several times obviously caught by surprise. He remained silent as if trying to find the words he wanted to say.
"Can't you see I'm new here? I'm just trying to get through my first day at work and I've already dealt with enough today and you're just making it worse and worse! You pronounced Voinko and Приезжайте wrong not to mention you completely massacred the Chinese language! Do you have any inkling of how much my ears wanted to bleed every time you opened your mouth? Why the hell are you picking on me?" Tino's face had become flushed from the pent up annoyance and anger that had been released on to Lukas. Berwald, who was standing at the side of the bed like a guard dog, stiffened. He had been silenced the entire time and now he was shooting Tino a "Why-the-hell-did-you-just-do-that?" look. Tino didn't see him, too focused on waiting for Lukas's response to even glance at him. Lukas's shocked expression changed slowly into a cheerful smile. A boisterous laugh echoed from the young Dane and he leapt from the bed to tower over him. Of course he didn't stand as tall as Berwald, but he was taller than Tino.
"I like your spunk, kid! What's your name?"
"Nick Kringle." Tino muttered, still glaring at him. Lukas examined Tino closely, nodding slightly.
"My name's Lukas Densen. Of course you probably have already heard of me since I'm such a badass mobster." His smile turn to a cocky smirk and he patted Tino's back heartily.
"Congratulations! You passed the test! You are now an official member of the Vikings!" Lukas exclaimed. Tino stared up at him in horror, his mouth falling open in shock.
"W..w..what?" Tino spluttered. He hadn't planned on this! His mission had been to watch and record the events that happened at the Alps. He wasn't supposed to get involved in mob activities!
"You start tomorrow! See ya around! Come on, Berwald! Sigurd, Egill! Let's blow this joint!" Lukas patted Tino on the head before swaggering off like he owned the place. Emil, the white-haired man Lukas has talked to earlier, followed after with a dull-eyed blond, obviously Sigurd. Berwald sighed and moved forward to stand by Tino, staring after Lukas.
"S'rry Nick, b't L'kas isn't 'ne t' b' d'nied." He grumbled, his monotone voice laced with bits of exasperation and annoyance. He patted Tino sympathetically on the shoulder, though his face took away from the gesture's true meaning, and left the poor Finn standing alone wondering how the hell he was supposed to explain this to Arthur…
Oh my gosh! Finally! Sorry again for the lateness.
I had to rewrite the last part of it because of the blue screen of death (actually multiple blue screens) so its not as good as I want it, but it'll do for now. Thank you all for reviewing! Please keep reading! Chapters will hopefully be up faster now! Hopefullyy...anyways!
Constructive Criticism is loved as well as reviews! Please?
Much loves and hugs!
-Emma
