Note: Italics means they're speaking in a different language.

Little Italy and British cops

Ch.2

Arthur finally finished his shift, gotten back to the office and punched out, he had finished his chat with Braginsky and found he basically had to find a way himself to infiltrate the Italians without them knowing who he was working for and to secure information on how many men actually followed the new boss and who didn't, the ones who didn't follow the new boss he was suppose to keep tabs on and find out what territory they managed.

Arthur got out of his car and climbed the steps to his apartment, he was beat and wanted nothing more then to just take a hot shower and go straight to bed but just as he opened the door all he saw was a flash of blonde before a small body tackled itself into him.

Arthur stumbled back a bit before chuckling, looking down at the little boy in his arms that was currently clinging to his waist, "Alfred what have I told you about tackling me? I could have fallen and taken you with me." Arthur scolded lightly and Alfred just giggled, "I was making sure you weren't a bad guy!" Alfred declared before releasing his grip on Arthur and running back inside.

Arthur smiled tiredly at Alfred's antics, he locked the door behind him and threw his hat on the couch before plopping down himself, closing his eyes briefly before he felt a small weight settle on his lap, he opened an eye to see Alfred sitting on his lap.

"Are you alright daddy?" Alfred asked poking the elder's cheek and Arthur nodded, "I'm fine lad, just a bit tired." Arthur said giving the boy a tired smile, he adopted Alfred about a year ago, shortly after he had got moved to a higher position, he had gotten tired of being alone and after a few nudges from Francis (the Frenchmen had been stunned when Arthur presented a little boy and not a dog to him, he had been suggesting to Arthur about adopting but to seemed the two had two completely ideas on what to adopt...) he had gotten Alfred, a rambunctious, seven year old who liked to play hero.

Arthur ruffled Alfred's hair as he scooped him up, "Did you already eat? When did you get home?" Arthur asked as he he carried him to the kitchen, sitting him in one of the chairs as he rummaged through the fridge.

"Uncle Francis brought me home around five and he gave me leftovers from his restaurant, they're on the top shelf." Alfred answered as he picked up one of his toy cowboys that were left on the table, playing with it as Arthur went over to food. Arthur glanced over at Alfred and sighed, 'It's already 10:00, he been here alone for six hours, way to go Arthur." Arthur thought as he closed up the fridge and taking the leftovers, going over to sit by Alfred.

"I'm sorry Alfred, I hadn't realized how late it had gotten, nobody came by the apartment, right?" Arthur asked as he watched Alfred play, "No, I locked the door and didn't go outside once Uncle Francis dropped me off." Alfred said toying with cowboys and then looked up at Arthur.

"Daddy what's a crooked cop?" Alfred asked and Arthur almost choked on his food, "U-uh where did you hear that term from Alfred?" Arthur said after getting over his coughing fit and Alfred just shrugged his shoulders, "Uncle Francis was talking to some guy over the phone, saying something about how all the cops are crooked and when he was done talking I asked him what a crooked cop was and he told me to ask you cuz you'd know." Alfred said and Arthur gripped his fork tightly.

He never wanted Alfred to find out about where he really got all the extra cash, he just said it was catching really bad guys and that's what he wanted Alfred to see him as, a good guy not the real him that took backdoor deals from the worst of the worst.

"Alfred crooked cops are cops who work for the bad guys, they take extra money from them and turn a blind eye to their bad things, they are not good." Arthur explained and Alfred got a thoughtful look, "You're not a bad cop, right daddy?" Alfred said, looking at him with curious eyes, Arthur paused, he didn't want to lie but he didn't want Alfred to think he was bad either.

"No, I'm a good cop, I lock up the bad guys, you know that." Arthur said ruffling Alfred's hair, smiling, Alfred grinned back, "I knew you weren't a bad cop daddy! You're a hero and when I'm big I'll be just like you!" Alfred declared standing up in his chair, striking a hero pose.

Arthur just smiled softly, watching as Alfred rambled on about how he was going to be the best superhero in the world till he thought of something, "Alfred do you know why Uncle Francis was talking about crooked cops?" Arthur asked curiously, he was already well aware that Francis had connections with one the mafias he just didn't know which one and wondered why Francis suddenly cared about crooked cops, for the most part dispite the man having connections he didn't seem to ever use them, much to Arthur's relief.

"Well Uncle Francis was talking on the phone and I was just sitting there eating lunch and he was saying something about how some guy should just use his crooked cops and that something called a 'mafia' was just waiting to strike or something, then he started yelling in french and he looked scared and hung up." Alfred said recalling the whole event, "Oh! And he made me chicken nuggets!" Alfred added, thinking that was also important.

Arthur frowned, he had asked Francis not to talk about his shady business with Alfred in the room, his worse fear being that one day Ivan or some other mafia might find out about Alfred, Ivan never asked why he needed the extra money, probably assuming that it was for beer and other pleasures and Arthur was just fine letting him think that.

"Daddy what's a mafia? Is it bad too?" Alfred asked after he saw Arthur frown, "Yes it is Alfred, they're the scum of the earth and are what make this town dangerous, if you ever see a man very well dressed and armed with other men behind him in Francis's restaurant, go outside and walk home ok, they are bad." Arthur said, his voice bordering on panic and not realizing what he just really said.

"What? Why would bad men come to uncle Francis's restaurant?" Alfred asked alarmed and Arthur cursed mentally, "Nothing lad, sometimes those bad men like to attack restaurants or small business that's why, if they come run away, ok." Arthur said seriously and Alfred slowly pouted, "OK." He said sullenly and Arthur sighed.

Alfred give a squeak of surprise as he suddenly lifted out of his chair, being hugged tightly by Arthur, "Stiffen that upper lip lad, give your daddy a smile ok." Arthur said giving Alfred a gentle grin, Alfred mustered up a grin and giggled, when he first came to live with Arthur he always found it funny the way he spoke, he still did sometimes.

"That's my strong boy." Arthur said as he carried Alfred to his bed, after making sure the young boy had brushed his teeth and gotten changed, he tucked him in and shut off the lights, Arthur wandered back into the living room, picking up toys and cleaning up and then proceeded to make his way to bed, after he changed into more comfortable sleep clothes he crawled into bed, tired. 'I'll make it up to Alfred...somehow..." Arthur thought as he drifted asleep.

Ooo

Earlier that day at Francis's resturant

"Listen Francis, I know that you want nothing to do with the business but now I'm going to force you ass to help!" Lovino growled on the other end of the phone, he had been at one of the chains around his territory that paid for his protection but he was having a bit of trouble handling some of the french restaurants and businesses.

"No! No! I don't want any part, I pay, I sometimes run shipments but I really don't want to get involved, use some of your crooked cops to help you, I don't want to get caught up with you when the other mafias come to strike, because you know that's what they're waiting for!" Francis cried, he really wanted nothing to do with the business which is why he made it very clear to Grandpa Vargas that when he passed away the leadership was to go to Lovino.

"Francis, it's one little favor I- GOD FUCKING DAMMIT THIS OLD LADY JUST HIT ME WITH A PASRTY, FRANCIS GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE AND HELP OR SO HELP ME!" Lovino yelled as it seemed the poor Italian was now being hassled by the people who were suppose to fear him, he was still struggling with the whole leader thing and he could hear Antonio in the background trying to calm either Lovino or the woman down before a cry of pain came over the line, whether it came from Antonio or Lovino he wasn't sure.

"I can not! God damn Lovino I have other things I need to take care of right now!" Francis snapped, he heard the line cut and sighed, looking over at Alfred who was eating lunch. Francis forced on a cheery smile, "How do you like those chicken nuggets mon cher?" Francis asked sitting down, wringing is hands nervously.

Alfred just looked at him curiously, "What's a crooked cop?" Alfred asked and Francis froze, "Uh, hehe mon cher I think that is a question for your papa." Francis said nervously and Alfred tilted his head to the side and when he was about to ask again, Francis got up abruptly making up some story about needing to go take care of some old food.

Ooo

Italian Mafia

Lovino rode in the car moodily with his brother, yesterday had been a complete bust, he simply went to go collect pay only to have pastries thrown at him when he entered the part of town where the french lived, at first he had tried to be polite, that only seemed to work on the younger women much to his dismay as it seemed the older ones didn't find his charm any good and showed this with the throwing of food and him getting slapped by an elderly lady and of course he wasn't going to hit her back, yes he was mafia but he wasn't moral-less (even if in his mind that old woman had it coming if he had)and that he would never lay hands on a woman.

Lovino peered over the seats into the driver side, "How much longer till we reach Francis's restaurant?" Lovino asked, he was going to go give his cousin a piece of his mind, "About ten more minutes Lovi, please, be patient when speaking with Francis, he helps with trade and you don't want to totally upset him also he is your elder so remember to be respectful." Antonio said smiling and Lovino snorted, he didn't give two shits if Francis was older, he was boss and if he couldn't get his own kin to listen to him what would make his men think they needed to listen to him either.

"Yeah fratello, I'm sure after to talking to cousin Francis everything will be great!" Feliciano chimed in, smiling as Lovino threw him a glare, rolling his eyes, sometimes he wished his brother wasn't so...optimistic.

Antonio stopped in front of a small french restaurant that laid in neutral territory, parking and catching up beside Lovino as the young man came bursting through the doors, Feliciano flanking him on the left while Antonio was on the right, they watched as Francis paled at the sight of them, "H-hey! The sign says closed!" Francis stuttered, he stood there nervous, he wasn't afraid of Lovino but he was afraid for a small boy he had just shoved underneath a table just moments before they got in, Francis had seen them from the window and quickly ushered Alfred under a table because not only ten minutes before Lovino arrived Arthur came in, dumped Alfred on him saying he was late and left him there.

"Oh my! Why did Lovino have come today! And all the times for Alfred to be with me! Arthur will kill me!" Francis cried to himself in french, suddenly before he could think of any plans Lovino came into the restaurant, flanked by Antonio and Feliciano, Francis relaxed a little at the sight of Antonio, they were best of friends and hopefully that meant Antonio would keep Lovino calm...if that was even possible.

"Welcome mon cher! Its been so long! Would you like some food? Wine?" Francis asked, trying to remain calm, Lovino just scowled, "No! Alright bastard, I asked you to come help me yesterday and you didn't listen! So you're coming with me today to go collect payment, you've already made me looked bad by ignoring my orders and if you think I'm going to let your pampered ass skip on this you're going to regret it." Lovino growled and Francis racked his brain for ideas, "But Lovi! I am at work, I have customers to deal with, surely this can wait?" Francis asked throwing the Italian a charming smile.

It was like Lovino was burning a hole into the Frenchman with the way he was looking at him.

"Antonio, grab Francis." Lovino ordered and Francis looked alarmed, "Lovi! We are family! Come on now!" The Frenchman cried out indigently as Antonio gave Lovino a look of surprise. "Lovi, surely you really don't want me to grab Francis, right?" Antonio asked confused, "Yeah Fratello, let's all play nice." Feliciano joined in.

Lovino could have smacked himself in the head, "I am the boss! Why won't any of you listen to me?! Antonio just pick up Francis!" Lovino demanded and Antonio sighed, he really didn't want to force Francis to do anything but he had made a pledge to follow Lovino no matter what.

Antonio moved forward and hoisted the Frenchman over his shoulder, "Lo siento! But its the boss's orders!" Antonio said with a pleasant smile but soon enough the Frenchman was retaliating, but in the most unusual way.

"Eh! Eh! Francis stop smacking my butt!" Antonio said trying to shift him on his shoulder but Francis had started smacking him, kicking his legs, "Oh but Antonio you have such a nice butt~" Francis laughed, Lovino felt his temper rising and Feliciano looked on the situation not entirely sure what Francis was doing.

Now the whole time this was going on Alfred had been watching from underneath the table, Francis had just shoved him under the table, told him to stay quiet when these strange men walked in, at first Alfred had no idea what was going but then after really looking at the men he remembered Arthur's words from last night, 'They must be mafia guys!" Alfred thought suddenly scared, he couldn't run, or those guys could grab him! But he watched as what seemed the leader yell at his uncle Francis, Francis had try to play things off but then the mafia man ordered the taller man next him to grab Francis, at first the guy tried to calm down the first but soon picked up Francis who suddenly started smacking the guy on the butt.

'I gotta do something! I'm the hero!' Alfred thought as he finally built up enough courage to get out from underneath the table, a slingshot in hand that he had brought with him when Arthur dropped him off, he grabbed a marble out of his pocket and fired, the marble hitting the man holding Francis in the face.

"Stop picking on my Uncle Francis!" Alfred yelled as he charged the Spaniard, he tackled the man around the legs, sending him crashing to the floor, Francis was scrambling to stand up while Alfred delivered a kick to the Spaniards balls, just like Arthur taught him to do if he ran into any mean people.

Alfred quickly ran over to the Francis once the Frenchman had righted himself and grabbed another marble out of his pocket, "You better leave my uncle Francis alone or I'll fire!" Alfred threatened, now for a good minute Francis was afraid for what would happen, especially when Antonio righted himself and walked forward, a scary look on his face as he glanced down at Alfred who just returned the look with a determined glower.

"Now, now Antonio, he just a little boy! Un petit garcon!" Francis said, now worried for the little boy, but to his utter shock the Spaniard suddenly broke out into a sunny smile, "Awe! What a cutie! Look Lovi! He reminds me of you when we were younger! He's so cute!" Antonio practically squealed as he squatted down to Alfred's level who still had his slingshot ready. "Aw! Look at you! So cute! My and how brave!" Antonio praised and Alfred got confused, his daddy said these were bad people and he just kicked this guy in the no-nos.

"Don't hurt my uncle Francis!" Alfred repeated again, still unsure of what to do now, "Oh of course not! We weren't going to hurt him, we actually need his help!" Antonio said and looked behind him at Lovino, "Right boss? We weren't going to hurt him." Antonio said, smiling warmly and Lovino sighed, "No we weren't kid, we just needed his help." Lovino said sighing annoyed but then Feliciano had a thought, "Hey Francis since when do you run a daycare?" he asked moving forward to squat and look at Alfred too.

Francis sighed, 'Arthur is going to shoot me when he finds out what has happened...' Francis thought gloomily and then brightened up, getting an idea on how to make sure Arthur didn't find out and how to appease Lovino, "My dear cousin, how about I come help you right now, but somebody has to stay here with Alfred and you need to be gone before six." Francis offered, he figured he'd get Lovino's money in a snap, get them out of here but five and spend the next free hour bribing Alfred not to say a word with treats till Arthur came to pick him up.

Lovino paused thinking about it, "Fine, what the fuck ever!" Lovino snapped and Alfred went wide-eyed at the curse, "Ooh! You cursed!" Alfred declared pointing Lovino, Lovino scowled then sighed, he was in no mood to deal with children, "Feli, you stay with the kid, Antonio, Francis, let's go!" Lovino ordered, turning and making his way to the door, Antonio laughed softly, sighing exasperatedly as he followed his boss, Francis took a moment, "Feli, if Alfred gets hungry there is chicken nuggets in the fridge, just reheat them, don't let him into the kitchen!" Francis told the Italian quickly as he heard Lovino snap for him to hurry up, Francis turned to Alfred who was still trying to figure out this whole situation.

"Look mon cher, be VERY good for Feli and when I get back you can have any dessert you want!" Francis said as he quickly gave Alfred a pat on the head and ran out the door, locking it before hopping into the car with Lovino and Antonio, praying Feliciano wouldn't destroy anything or upset Alfred, though he doubted it, Feliciano seemed pretty easy going with children.

Ooo

Ten minutes later

Feliciano sat at the table, staring at Alfred who only stared back, he wasn't sure what to do. "So are you a bad man?" Alfred asked, his voice brimming with curiosity, "Oh! Um! Yes and no!" Feliciano answered and Alfred got a confused look, "But aren't mafia people bad? That's what my daddy said." Alfred insisted and Feliciano bit his lip, trying to figure out a way to explain that he wasn't a bad guy to the kid.

Suddenly Feliciano's face broke into smile, startling the young boy, "Ve! See I'm not a bad guy! I'm only a person who sometimes does bad things!" Feliciano exclaimed but Alfred was still confused, "But my daddy said the mafia was mean and dangerous and if I saw bad mafia people, to run away." Alfred countered back, "Well when you saw me and my fratello you didn't run away." Feliciano pointed out and Alfred glared, "Well that's cuz I'm the hero and you were pickin on my uncle Francis so I had to stay and protect him!" Alfred huffed, as if that was the most obvious thing to do.

Feliciano chuckled, "Well we didn't hurt you, or Francis." Feliciano pointed out, "So that means were not bad guys." He finished smiling, "Then why do you do bad things?" Alfred asked and Feliciano paused, not sure how to answer that but before he could Alfred kept speaking, "If your not bad...then why do bad things? If your good why not do nice things instead?" Alfred continued and Feliciano had no answer.

The silence stretched between the two before Alfred moved off his chair and made his way the kitchen, he had decided for himself that man wasn't bad, in his child-mind determining that he was a nice guy who did bad things sometimes, who knew why, he just rationalized maybe it was like when he did bad things sometimes, he wasn't a bad boy, he just sometimes messed up.

"Ah! Ragazzino! Where are you going?" Feliciano asked, getting out of his chair too, remembering Francis didn't want Alfred in the kitchen alone.

"I'm hungry." the boy answered as he looked around the kitchen. Feliciano quickly caught up to the little boy, "Well your Uncle Francis there was chicken nuggets, would you like some of those?" Feliciano asked as Alfred looked around the kitchen, he followed close behind.

"No, I had those yesterday I want something else." Alfred said and Feliciano frowned. "Like what?" he asked now helping the little boy search for food. Alfred climbed on top of one of the counters, standing on it and reaching into a cupboard. "I want this!" Alfred presented a box of dry pasta excitedly. Feliciano paused and then grinned, taking the pasta.

"Good choice! I'm sure Francis won't mind us borrowing the kitchen!" Feliciano crowed happily as he began showing Alfred how to make pasta. Forgetting about Francis's orders.

Ooo

By the time Francis and the other duo mafia men got him back to the restaurant it was already 5:30, it had taken a bit longer at a few places to collect the dues but now they were back but behind schedule.

" Feliciano! Alfred! Where are you?" Francis called into the restaurant upon entering and seeing neither, he heard talking from the kitchen and quickly ran inside, afraid of what he would find inside, he saw Feliciano leaning against the counter with a plate of pasta in his hand and watching a very messy Alfred lick spaghetti sauce off his fingers as his fork laid forgotten on the plate.

"Alfred!" Francis exclaimed as the messy boy looked up from his mess to grin at Francis, the sauce covered his features and now that Alfred was turned fully towards Francis could see the little boy had even spilled the sauce on his overalls.

"Mon cher...you're a mess…" Francis mumbled weakly before turning his gaze to Feliciano. "I said there was chicken nuggets, why did you give him such a messy food?" the Frenchman cried, wondering how he was going to get the little boy cleaned up before Arthur showed up. Feliciano looked at Alfred, as if seeing the mess for the first time. "Ve! He wanted pasta and pasta is so easy to make and once he mentioned pasta I got hungry so I wanted pasta so I ended up making pasta, don't worry though the stains will come out of his clothes." The Italian explained happily, not seeing the problem.

Lovino soon entered, getting impatient waiting for his brother and Antonio close behind, he took one look at the pasta and the messy kid to see what had happened and while he found it kind of amusing to see the distressed Frenchman he had other things to do and needed Feli to stop playing with the kid. "For fuck's sake Feliciano, hurry the fuck up, we need to go!" Lovino ordered and Alfred and Feliciano both gasped. "Big brother, not in front of the bambino!" Feliciano said with a scolding tone as he gathered the little boy closer, managing somehow to avoid getting sauce on his suit. "You cursed again!" Alfred shouted, pointing an accusing a finger at Lovino.

"You have got to shitting me…" Lovino groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Antonio chuckled, "Now boss, they are right, you really shouldn't curse in front of such a small child." the Spaniard chimed in and Lovino threw a heated glare his way.

Meanwhile Francis kept checking his watch, seeing the minutes tick by.

"C'mon, Alfred say goodbye to Feli so he and his brother and friend can leave." Francis prompted and to his utter dismay watched Alfred cross his arms in defiance. "Does he have to go now? He was telling me a funny story and wasn't finished!" Alfred pouted and Feliciano nodded. "I was almost done, please can I finish big brother!" The younger Italian pleaded before gesturing towards Alfred. "For the child?" he added on lamely with a weak grin.

Lovino could feel a migraine coming on. "Feli just get your ass in the car, please, for me, maybe we can come back another day and you can finish your story now let's go!" Lovino further prompted but Francis interjected, "No, no, let him finish the story so you don't have to come back, please." the Frenchman pleaded, dreading his cousins coming back just so Feliciano could finish telling some story.

Lovino gave Francis a look, "C'mon, knowing Feli he probably is at the end of whatever fu-" he paused looking over at Feliciano's and Alfred's twin wide-eyed stare, "fricking story he was telling, besides I know you wanted us gone by six but what's the big deal? Got some cop boyfriend who you watch a kid for or what?" Lovino joked before all three mafia men froze upon hearing police sirens outside the front of the building.

Francis offered a sheepish grin. "Well cousin, you wouldn't be too far off the mark except he's more like a grumpy friend." the Frenchman tried to weakly joke but he could see the fury in Lovino's eyes, he watched in horror as he saw Lovino and Antonio draw their hands back to grab their weapons and Francis quickly grabbed Lovino's wrist, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

"He's a crooked cop, neutral to whoever pays him the most, Alfred is his son that I watch during the day when he can't watch him, please, please do not kill him, the poor boy was an orphan before Arthur, talk to the cop instead, pay him off, he'll leave I'll swear." Francis pleaded in quiet Italian.

Lovino paused glancing at Alfred who Feliciano had quickly distracted, though he could see how tensed his brother was too, he glanced at Antonio. The Spaniard still had his hand poised over his hidden weapon.

"Fine, but keep the kid occupied until I'm done then we will talk about how you have some cop hanging around." Lovino sneered, motioning for Antonio to follow him outside.

Ooo

Arthur had managed to get off at exactly six and get over to Francis's, though his heart dropped when he saw a sleek black car parked outside. He had seen those cars before, only mafia drove them, he had flared his siren and quickly got out of his cruiser, weapon drawn and just before he was about to storm in two men came storming out of the building, he held his gun up.

He saw the taller of the two draw a gun and he leveled his weapon at the smaller man, a peculiar looking fellow with a curl that stuck out his head and what seemed like permanent scowl on his face. "Whoa! Hey slow down you bastard, you don't want to shoot me and have something happen to your kid would you?" Lovino sneered and Arthur could have sworn his heart stopped.

"I swear to God, if you've harmed even a single fucking hair on his head I'll shoot you right here." Arthur growled and Lovino rolled his eyes. "Calm the fuck down, the only thing that's happened to your kid is that he's a total mess from eating pasta and you're probably gonna need like extra fucking strength detergent to get that shit out. Now down to business, I know you're not a good cop, I'm willing to pay you off to make you disappear, kid unharmed and everything and you can brag about how the leader of the Italian mafia didn't shoot you." Lovino offered and Arthur paused, this was this Italian boss? He bit his lip, he should arrest the man, he really should but if he did Ivan's bidding then he would be set for months…

He lowered his weapon. "You're the new boss huh...not really what I expected.." Arthur murmured and watched the man's face screwed up in anger. "And what the fuck is that suppose to mean!?" Lovino snarled and Arthur shrugged. "Well as you said I'm a crooked cop, a neutral one, I was hoping to find a way to get into the Italian mafia, I had heard your mafia pays well and as you know I have a kid to look after but seeing a leader such as yourself...well I don't know..maybe the other crooked cops were right and we should stick with Ivan." Arthur said nonchalantly and he heard the click of a gun.

Lovino held up his gun, pointed straight at his head but he didn't flinch. "What do you know of Braginksy? What are others saying about me?" Lovino ordered and Arthur sneered. "First things first, I said I wanted to join your mafia, let me join and I'll tell you whatever I want, well that is if what I hear about the pay is true." Arthur said, he knew he playing a dangerous game, if he gave to much out to this new boss about Ivan, well he would have to worry about Ivan killing him but he would just offer small unimportant bits about whatever crooked cops were saying and who they worked for and who Ivan kept a few tabs on and he figured he could glide on by.

Lovino still held the gun up, "How do I know you're not trying to trick me, that you're not a spy?" Lovino challenged, Arthur frowned and then tossed his gun over at the taller man who caught it. "I don't mean my new boss harm, like I said I just want to make more cash for my kid and here, hows this for a first bit of information, free of charge." Arthur offered, "Braginsky has three small gangs moving towards your area, you may not have paid too much mind to them since they seem like just some stupid kids but they have fully trained men in their ranks, men looking for weaknesses in your men, a lot of neutral parties such as myself are trying to find places that will secure us safety in case war breaks out in the city, I'm betting my money of you and your mafia, so is that really so hard to believe?" Arthur offered and he watched in relief Lovino lowered his gun.

"Fuck I thought those gangs were just dumb kids, fuck we'll need to get rid of them...and as for you...I suppose the reason you have the information is because you've worked with the Russian bastard?" Lovino accused and Arthur shrugged, "I use to run into some other cops that Ivan had in his command, still a few I'd be more then willing to give you names of, but have I proven myself?" Arthur asked again and he watched the man look him up and down.

"You've proven some, I don't trust you but I'll let you work as an informant for me until I think you have proven yourself loyal." Lovino answered and Antonio coughed, drawing both men's attention, he leaned down into Lovino's ear, "I don't trust him Lovi...we should just pay him off and leave.." the Spaniard whispered in Spanish and Lovino sneered, "He could be useful and he's obviously looking for a winning team, who am I to deny good help." Lovino countered back in Italian. Antonio leaned away, not saying anything butstill frowning.

"Thank you, I'll prove myself I just have one request." Arthur began and Lovino scowled, the guy hadn't even worked a full day for him and he probably wanted a damn pay raise already.

"My kid can't know I'm working for you."

Oh well...that wasn't what he was expecting.

Lovino paused and took in the desperate look the Brit was giving him, he had half a mind to say fuck no and that he couldn't be bothered to help out with some single parent bullshit but…

"Fine, he won't know, so pretend you scared us off or some shit in front of your snot-nosed kid, we scram and you provide me some damn good information by three'o clock tomorrow." Lovino offered and to his amusement he watched the cop stare at him amazement.

"Deal...and what is your name just so if I run into your other men they don't try and kill me when I give information." Arthur asked and Lovino nodded.

"Lovino Vargas and behind me is my right hand man, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, and your name?"

"Arthur Kirkland."

"Alright while..let's get this show on the road, make a scene so we can leave Kirkland."

"Alright and...thanks."

"Yeah, yeah what the fuck ever let's do this shit already."

Ooo

Alfred had been occupied by Feliciano but then heard shouting, shouting that belonged to a certain British man and an angry Italian. Alfred had jumped off the counter too fast for Francis or Feliciano to catch, dashing out the front doors in time to see his Dad in full action, gun raised as he barked orders at the cowering mafia men, Feliciano stopped right behind the boy and stared at the scene in confusion.

"Get the hell out of here Italian scum before I end you!" Arthur yelled and Lovino backed up towards the car, a glare on his features as he yelled back. "You'll never take me alive copper! Feli, hurry the fuck up!" Lovino yelled and Feliciano snapped into action running over to Lovino who opened up the door and hopped in, followed by Lovino and Antonio jumping in the drivers seat and taking off.

Alfred was in awe but then he was being squished as his amazing hero Dad crushed him a hug. "Daddy! Daddy! You're a hero! You chased off the bad guys!" Alfred cheered but then frowned when he realized Arthur was trembling, "Daddy, what's wrong?" Alfred asked suddenly worried that Arthur had gotten hurt. Arthur sniffled, quickly wiping away tears. "I'm fine lad, just bit shaken, you alright, let me have proper look at you." Arthur huffed, checking the little boy over for injuries and sighing in relief when all he had to worry about was dried pasta sauce.

"Awe, what a cute scene! I'm so glad everything worked out ok!" came an annoyingly french voice. Arthur looked up to see Francis had finally come out of the restaurant, smiling. Arthur stood up and without warning punched Francis in the face, the Frenchman stumbled back and looked at Arthur in horror.

"I will be having a talk with you tomorrow but for now I'm taking Alfred home." Arthur hissed and Francis flinched, he watched Arthur pick up Alfred and place him in the front seat of his cruiser before getting in the drivers seat and taking off.

"Mon dieu...I guess I am lucky I was not shot but now I have to deal with an angry Brit and angry Italian, oh why couldn't have more pleasant company and relatives…." Francis groaned as he went back inside his restaurant to clean up the mess Feli and Alfred had left behind before going to ice his now sore jaw.

Ooo

Bambino = baby boy-Spanish

Un petit garcon = little boy-French

Ragazzino = little boy-Italian

Mon dieu = My God-French

I know I like fell off the face of the Earth after I posted the first chapter of this but I'm back and I really wanted to continue with this so here's chapter two! I hope you enjoy it and leave and Review please if you have any helpful comments or you just liked a particular part of the chapter that and reviews motivate me.

Jay out!