Author's note: I know it's been a while since I've uploaded, but school swamped me with so much work and graduation planning has been taking up so much time. I've also been away in Spain for a week and just got back yesterday, so I got this chapter up! This idea was awesome and thanks to Mybffsanalpacca (seriously, that is an awesome name), so enjoy everyone!

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except minor OCs

Dr. Laura Webster had seen many cases in her lifetime. Some of them ranging from early couples arriving for marriage counseling and a man convinced that he was an Easter egg. But this, this was the strangest case she'd seen before. A short man dressed in a French Military uniform and a mafia man with gray skin. She could have sworn she'd seen them before somewhere, but she wasn't quite sure.

"So, how can I help you two?" she asked, smiling politely. "Larry is a friend of mine and he said that you two have been, well, fighting a lot."

"Not really," the gray skinned mafia man said, giving her a crooked smile. "I just like teasing little Nippy, here."

"THAT IS NOT MY NAME!"

She glanced towards the French man, making a quick note on her IPad. "Mr…Bonaparte?" she asked, wondering who on earth his parents were. "Do you not like it when Mr…Capone here calls you "Little Nippy"? Are you sure you're not mistaking it for a term of endearment?"

The Frenchman gave her a look that made her want to shrink in her seat for some odd reason. "Trust me, dear," he began shortly. "That imbecile does it to annoy me. He has nothing better to do with his life than bother me and play poker with his buddies."

"Hey!" the Italian looked offended, glaring at his friend. "At least I don't walk around acting like I'm so high and mighty! Even Sacagawea was laughing at you the other day for acting like you were going to a fight or something!"

She raised an eyebrow, adding delusions of Historical figures to her list. Scratch that, make it Historical obsession. "Anyways," she continued, trying to be a peace maker. "What is it about each other that you don't like? Mr. Bonaparte, do you really think Mr. Capone is an imbecile?"

Napoleon just turned his nose, not even giving the Italian a look. "He's an insensitive and crass man. He never listens to anything I tell him and thinks that he can make fun of me at any given time or place."

Capone just rolled his eyes. "And Nippy over here thinks that he is so high and mighty just because he was an emperor. And he thinks he is better than me just because he had a palace and an empire larger than mine."

Dr. Webster removed her glasses, a few strands of blonde hair falling in her face. She cleaned them and set them back on her nose, looking at the two of them calmly. "And are there any good things you have to say? Larry tells me you two do have moments where you get along."

Capone nodded, leaning far back in his chair. "Sure we do, doll face," she blushed and he smirked. Napoleon made a face, but she made sure to write that down. "We help each other out from time to time. It's not that I hate him; he can just get overwhelming."

"And you can get unbelievably annoying. Flirting with everything that looks attractive!"

"That's big coming from you. If I'm not mistaken, you were quite the nymphomaniac back in the day."

"You-"

"Enough!" she cut in, narrowing her eyes at this behavior. "You two need to calm down or I will put you in separate rooms," they went quiet and she sighed, turning to Napoleon. "Mr. Bonaparte, from what it looks like to me; it seems that you are jealous."

"Jealous?!"

She put up a hand. "Let me finish. It seems you get jealous every time Mr. Capone here flirts with someone. Could it be that you don't like it when he is teasing or acting affectionate with someone?"

Napoleon flushed, ignoring the surprised look on Capone's smug face. "Of course not!" he protested. "He is just simply annoying!"

She turned to Capone. "And it seems like you like making him annoyed. Do you like having his sole attention on you?"

Capone scoffed, standing up from the chair and glaring at the two of them. "What kind of man do you think I am? I'm a straightforward kind of guy. If I want something from someone, I'll tell them."

She sighed again, the distant warning of a migraine beeping. "And how long has this relationship of yours been going?"

Napoleon blinked. "Relationship?"

"When was the last time you went to bed together?"

Napoleon's face turned red. "What kind of therapy is this? We are most certainly not together! I would never go to bed with this man! Who do you think you are?"

Capone cut in before she responds to that. "Yeah, we're not together missy! Now, I'm leaving. This was a monumental waste of my time!"

"Agreed."

They left her office before she could even stop them. She stared at the closed door, her mouth a gap. Didn't Larry say they were together? She frowned, pulling out her phone to stare at the message he'd sent her.

Just be warned. They act like an old married couple.

She face planted on the desk, a migraine now full going on. Maybe it was time to rethink her career.

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