Chapter 2
Before Arthur could answer Integra's question they heard the voice of a familiar presence.
"….It must be seen and person and look at how well they've maintained everything. Truly you would expect no less." A man with a voice laced with Italian accent said to his old assistant. The man who was talking had blond hair, almost the same shade as Integra's, tied back. He was also wearing glasses over his violet eyes which had matched with his vest and pants. He was dressed in the style of a priest along with his assistant who wore the same thing only it was the traditional black cassock. While they had approached the group, a young man, who seemed to be entering his 20s, with auburn hair and a curl on the left side of his head, trailed behind them wearing a black formal long-sleeved shirt with a blue tie and pants.
"Ve~ I wish big brother France would return my painting*." A quiet voice said behind them.
"Oh," the voice stopped as their steps did. The fair-haired haired priest noticed the group right away along with Integra who took her sight back to the painting but still kept them in the corner of her eye. It was obvious to him she was not happy but he wasn't taking offence by her countenance.
"I think we are a bit late." He smiled to his aide.
"It would appear so sir."
"Oh dear, so sorry to keep you waiti-"he said approaching Integra.
"That's close enough-"Integra interrupted but was cut short herself by the hyperactive voice of a certain nation.
"HI ENGLAND!" Italy zoomed pass blowing the long lose strands of her hair back and wrapped his arms around the blond.
"What the bloody h-Italy!" Arthur stammered, struggling from the slight small nations grip. He had no personal quarrel against the auburn haired man but his leaders seem to have and the last thing he needed was for him to start anything by this action. But unfortunately he did.
The priest ignored Integra's warning stormed straight pass her to wrench the Italian off him.
"What in the world do you think you are doing?" The priest yelled holding Italy by the front of his shirt as he towered over him in intimidation. "You not only represent Vatican but you also represent all of Italy and here you are making nice to the enemy?" He yelled pointing to Arthur.
"V-ve~, well not c-completely all of my home M-M-Mr. Maxwell s-sir, b-but my brother Romano is South Italy. In fact he's right behind us."
Everyone looked behind them to see a man similar to Italy standing next to the old priest. He was taller and his hair was brown with a curl on the opposite side. His eyes were amber like his little brother's but unlike North's holding the emotion of being carefree, they held the emotion of irritancy. He was wearing a long-sleeved purple shirt with tan pants and a blue tie.
"Eek! Romano's here too?" Arthur shouted.
"No shit Sherlock! These Vatican idiots can't even tell the difference between me and my brother." He said jabbing his thumb to the two priests.
Integra and Walter watch in interest at the spectacle.
"So this is North Italy then?" Integra figured gazing at the nation who took notice when she said this.
Maxwell shot back an irritated look at the brown hair nation and was about to go back to scolding the one he was holding, when he noticed the trace lines of what used to be the shape of him and the motion of air at his finger tips.
"Hello pretty lady. My name is Feliciano. Do you like pasta?" he asked standing in front of her with a welcoming smile upon his cute face.
Integra didn't believe it. He seemed really harmless along with his brother. It was hard to think England's early foe had such a friendly looking nation watching over them.
Maxwell's irritancy increased to a whole new level and was about to make another grab at Feliciano until his brother beat him to it.
"IDIOT!" Romano said shaking him, "THIS IS WHY YOU KEEP GETTING KIDNAPPED!"
"But big brother, I'm just trying to be friendly. English women are very pretty even if their cooking tastes crapy." A tick mark appeared on every English head in the room.
"Our cooking is not that ba-"Walter said feeling some mysterious déjà vu coming along but was cut short.
"THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH MY COOKING!" Arthur shouted pointing to the younger Italian.
Romano focused his attention on the blond nation now and pointed an accusing finger right back.
"And you! Stop using your women to seduce my brother! He's an idiot who doesn't know better!"
"Ve, way to protect me Lovino…" Feliciano said more to himself with a stupid smile.
Meanwhile both the Iscariot and Hellsing decided to ignore their bickering for a while and focus the attention on each other.
"What business does the Vatican have here? And why send the Iscariots of their dirtiest of their dirty little secrets?" the knight asked only to have Maxwell smirk in arrogance.
"How unfortunate it appears our reputation had preceded us." He took his glasses off as if to give a better introduction to add to his ego.
He bowed," As you heard from my little nation over there, my name is Enrico Maxwell. I'm the head of the Iscariot organization. It is an honor to meet y-"
"I really don't care who you are. Just tell me what you what you wanted." The nations stopped squabbling when they caught ear to the tenor of her voice.
"There is no need to take such a harsh tone." Maxwell straightened back up and waved his hands in a calming manner.
"We didn't come all the way to England just to pick a fight with you Sir Integra. Our countries have little quarrels but that doesn't mean we have to." His voice was laced with lies.
"I don't believe you. You've done nothing but show contempt for our treaties. This latest incident with Anderson in Northern Ireland was inexcusable. He killed two of my best men in Badrick!" Maxwell simply smiled showing no sense of guilt or sorrow.
Arthur looked at Integra with disbelief, 'Incident? Why didn't Ireland tell him about this? Did Scotland and Wales know about it too? Were all of his brothers in on this?'
A dark cloud fell on the English nation's head, 'What is this? Am I really someone to despise that they can't at least keep me in the loop?' he thought.
But on the other hand, he wasn't expecting them to tell him anything. They've always have hated and paid no attention to him. Ever since he was a child, they used to drive him away with arrows and stones. They even went as far as to deliver curses to him through the mail. He was so ignored by his own siblings. Now he knows how Canada feels.
The Italian twins looked at both parties with confusion. Since the Iscariot was in their home, it was obvious they were just as perplexed as he was.
"I barely managed to escape with my head still attached and you had the goad to-"
"WILL YOU SHUT UP?" Maxwell crushed his glasses in his white gloves. His outburst caused the Italian twins to hug themselves out of fear.
"How dare you." Integra glared beneath her blue hat.
"You really expect us to let you do as you please. Two men? Better yet, two Italian men? Our country may have a history of cowardice but that is not something the Iscariot possess." Maxwell crumbled the pieces and shards in his palm letting them fall on the museum floor. He was quite courageous and he was educated in Italy's history, they could all give him that much.
"If we had slaughtered two billion of your protestant scum, I would not have shed a tear." But he was a heartless man.
Feliciano was tearing up on the inside. He wasn't naïve at the fact this organization had existed for a long time now as its quarrels with others of different religious affiliations. But if this is how they really had felt, he wondered if his dear grandfather and Holy Roman Empire have had the same attitude.
He pictured Grandpa Rome's scars and HRE leaving for war, the last time he saw either of them alive.
'No. It can't be.' He mentally slapped himself. Grandpa was a great ruler and HRE always pressured him to become part of his empire but they were still too kind to ever be like that.
When Lovino sensed his brother's discomfort, he immediately rubbed his back in reassurance. He had the very idea of what the other half of him was thinking. He may have been an air head, but they're still family.
"I'm here under direct orders of his holiness. Otherwise, I would not bother with you filthy creatures!" Maxwell stepped forward, "So just shut up and pay attention you miserable English sow!"
Arthur was about to step forward to defend his citizen when a familiar dark voice interrupted him.
"A sow?" the sound of boots steeped out from the wall behind him.
Boy was he ever going to get used to that?
*Check out Hetalia's latest episode and you'll get the meaning.