disclaimer; I don't own hetalia.
Chapter 2
Matthias blinked. Was this some kind of joke? The Dane looked suspiciously at the woman holding the cigar between her lips. She gave a great resemblance to the strawberry blonde in the room. Matthias watched as the Romanian man that led them down here, bowed to the leader. Blowing out smoke, the Romanian woman smirked and looked at Matthias.
"You wanted to meet me,da?" She asked.
"Yeah, what are you doing in Denmark?" Matthias demanded crossing his arms over his chest.
"So quick to ask... Well if you must know, I felt that my family here needed a change in scenery." The woman replied blowing out smoke again.
Matthias frowned. That answer wasn't good enough for him. Tino peeked around Matthias' shoulder at the woman. She was in gothic style clothing and was remarkably beautiful. He could see why it would be disbelieving that this woman could be the head of a mob. The strawberry blonde glanced from Tino to his Swedish partner. Those two will probably give them some problems if this doesn't turn out very well.
"Let us talk in privet,yes?" The woman snapped her fingers and the door opened behind the Dane and his men. A few Romanian women entered the room with a padded chair, a bottle of Romanian rum and two glasses. The strawberry blonde looked at Matthias.
"Do not fret. Our mother wants you two to talk in private. Your men can wait in the pool room and meet with the others. They will be safe." He said as he walked to the door.
Tino looked at Matthias worried. They didn't wand to leave their leader alone with this mysterious mob mother. But Matthias nodded at his men and gestures for them to follow the strawberry blonde. The Romanian man bowed at them before leading the others out the room. Matthias sat himself in the chair set for him in front of the woman's desk. The mob mother snapped her fingers again and one of the Romanian women began to pour them rum. Kneeling down, the woman offered the glass to Matthias, who took it carefully.
"So, you want to ask about other things as well?" The mob mother took a sip of her glass.
Matthias leaned back in his chair and gave his "cool guy" attitude. He lifted his chin while he took a sip of the rum. There was silence. It seemed as though the two mob leaders were waiting for one of them to start asking questions. Matthias didn't take his eyes off of her. He was trying to stay composed since he found her to have an attractive face and found her accent sexy. After another moment, the Romanian sighed and gave a small smile to the Dane.
"So what is it you wish to know?" She asked reaching into her desk and pulling out a nail file.
"Let's start with why you're here in Denmark." He replied.
The mob mother laid back in her own chair. Where should she begin? First off, they came from Romania, which was a given. Their economy wasn't doing very well, and everyone began going mad. Soon, she picked up her mob family, a few followers and left. They first went to Hungary, only to back track to Bulgaria. Both places that had problems with the local mobs, so they started traveling north. So they reached Denmark.
"Why didn't you try to compromise with the Hungarians or the Bulgarians?" Matthias asked.
"Have you seen me? I am a woman. They never took me seriously, and when I began speaking they knew I was Romanian. Our politics go way back, and not in a good way." The mob mother explained taking another sip of rum.
"So why here? Why not Ukraine? Or Poland?"
The brunette looked down at her glass.
"There is a mob there we are trying to avoid. Although we have good ties with a Ukrainian mob currently, there is still the fear of the others..." She placed the now fully smoked cigar in the ash tray.
"What mob is this?" Matthias asked with his eyebrow raised.
"A Russian mob that has taken base, and has been spreading its territory through out the Asian minor and China."
Matthias nodded. Yes, he was well aware if them. He has had a few confrontations with them before, and has lost some if his men, but was able to drive them out. The Romanian showed her teeth. Her canines peeked through. Matthias glanced at them. Some people still believed that there were such things as Vampires, and Matthias never believes it til now.
"Anything else?" She asked.
The Dane drummed his fingers against his glass.
"How much are you willing to pay?" Matthias asked cautiously. He didn't need the freaky attractive vampire chick jumping on him when he was alone.
"Pay... For what?" She cocked and eyebrow.
"I welcome you here, however, your presence has caused some locals to question the activity of us. So I ask again. How much?"
The mob mother leaned back in her chair and twirled a lock of her hair between her fingers. Money...she should have expected such. They didn't have much since the came here to Denmark, but they made very little by helping the Ukrainians and doing little jobs for people around town like guarding and trading.
"How about this; you can take out a loan from me." Matthias suggested.
"A loan?"
Mathias nodded. He proposed that as long as they stay here in their territory, they must work under his guidelines and if he ever needed them they will help him.
"So, you want us to start working for you?" The mob mother's eyebrows went south.
Matthias sweat dropped.
"No. More of a partnership...an alliance until you can get back your feet."
The Romanian looked at him. She searched his face for any dark spots. Deciding she could trust him, she nodded.
"Very well. I agree to your terms."
Matthias gave a victorious smile as the Romanian stood with her glass and walked to the middle of the room. Calling for her ladies, the brunette turned to the mirror on the wall to the far left. The Dane walked up to her and took a swig from his glass.
"You know, I never expected such a beautiful women to be head of a mob."
"Flattery will get you nothing but a punch from my brother, Dane." She clicked her tongue as she ran her fingers through her midnight brown tresses.
"Heh, you're brother?" Matthias echoed.
Just as the door opened, the strawberry blonde from earlier and some of the ladies he bowed to the mob mother and turned to the Dane. The brunette smiled at Matthias and gestured him to follow. The group walked to the pool room where the blonde found his men drinking and playing pool with the Romanians, having a good time.
"I guess we should introduce each other. My name is Matthias." The Dane said as he sat in a lazy boy.
"My name is Silvia. And this is my younger brother, Vladimir." The mob mother pointed to the strawberry blonde sitting to the other side of her.
The men exchanged nods. Matthias noticed that Vladimir had a serious look on his face ever since he ha spoken to Silvia. Turning to her brother, the brunette told Vladimir of the agreement in their native language. Matthias was approached by Tino who offered a smile as he was accompanied by on of Silvia's ladies.
"They're really friendly, boss!"
Matthias nodded with a half smile. It was a lively atmosphere indeed. He was offered a Bloody Mary by Vladimir, but before he could decline, the Romanian was already walking away to the bar.
"Don't decline it," Silvia told him.
"He normally doesn't interact with other people-besides me of course."
The Dane nodded. He guessed it meant that her brother thought he was alright. The strawberry blonde returned with a tray of only two glasses of Bloody Mary's. Matthias cautiously looked at Vladimir before feeling a nudge from the older sister. Taking a sip, he pursed his lips together and raised the glass to Vladimir. Silvia smiled sweetly and drowned half of the glass.
"Vladimir, can you get the box of cigars and the lighter from my desk?" Silvia asked in Romanian.
Vladimir just nodded before heading out of the room. The blonde turned to Silvia asking why he only brought two glasses.
"He only drinks when I tell him to." Was all she said.
Matthias gave an awe in understanding... Sort of... He was a heavy drinker himself. The blonde wondered if Silvia kept a tight leash on her brother for protection. Which means she's afraid of being alone.
