"Everybody please welcome Mashup DJ artist _________!" the host shouted, "Welcome, it's great to have you on the show…"
"It's great to be here," you said.
Romano, or Lovino as he liked to be referred to, watched the TV his eyes wide. She was beautiful, when he heard about this DJ (last name) he expected some teenager with 4 o'clock shadow and his pants halfway to the ground. Instead he saw a smartly dressed young woman with (h/l) (h/c) hair and bright (e/c) eyes.
"Feliciano!" shouted Lovino.
His younger brother ran into the living room with a bowl full of pasta, "What is it fratello?"
He turned to look at his brother, "Does your friend that potato bastard still own us."
"He can clear his debt if he can get his brother to get her," he pointed at the TV, "to his club."
"Really, why he-." Feliciano stopped when he saw the DJ. Now he understood. "Ok."
Lovino Vargas, head of the Italian mafia always got his woman.
Three days later…
"Ah, another night of music," you smiled
America looked all around the house for his five year old daughter, (name). Right now, America wasn't enjoying the feeling of being defeated in a game of Hide-and-Seek.
"Geeze... I never lose at this. Dear Lord... I'm getting beaten at a game of Hide-and-Seek by my own kid..." America suddenly realized. He then face-palmed. "Out smarted by a kid... I guess that's what England's been trying to tell me whenever he told me I needed to study more so that things like this wouldn't happen- AAAGGH!!!" America yelled in surprise and shock as something leaped onto his back and knocked him to the ground flat on his stomach. He suddenly knew who did it when he heard a little giggle.
"Got ya, daddy!" (name) told America. America felt (name)'s weight come off of him and he got up. Scooping (name) into his lap, he playfully whined at her.
"Hey! That's cheating, (name)." America told his little girl as she giggled even more. Deciding to take advantage of her being in his arms, America smiled and whispered to (name) just loud enough so that she could hear him. "And you know what the punishment is just for cheating in a game of Hide-and-Seek?" America asked (name). Her big (e/c) eyes widened as she answered him in the same whispering tone.
"What is it, daddy?" (name) asked her Dad as he tucked her long (h/c) behind her ear before answering her. His voice then got in a normal tone and volume as he answered (name).
"The punishment is a large dose of," America wiggled his fingers on the one spot that always got (name) to laugh out loud, "A severe tickle attack!"
(name) squealed with laughter as her daddy mercilessly tickled her sides. The tickling and laughter between America and (name) lasted for about a couple of minutes before America gave into (name)'s pleads and begging to stop. After America stopped, he and (name) were still laughing and giggling. It lasted for about five more minutes before they settled to chuckles and smiles.
America then kissed the top of (name)'s head and hugged her. (name) hugged her father right back and smiled.
"I love you, Daddy." (name) told America. America smiled as his heart melted a little as he picked (name) up so that he could take her to the kitchen to make the two of them lunch. He kissed (name)'s forehead once more and replied right back.
"I love you too, (name)." America told his little princess.
Even though he was beaten at it, America thought this was by far the best game of Hide-and-Seek he had ever shared with his little girl. His little (name) was all that he would ever care about, and nobody could take that away.
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“I’m…” He flinched, and a single tear made its way down his bruised cheek. He quickly tried to wipe it away and continued, “I’m breaking up with you.” Despite his battered state, he forced himself to stand up.
“Hey, wait! You can’t walk; you need to see a doctor!”
He was already trying to limp away. As you stood up and tried to follow him, he turned slightly and shot you an icy expression. “Leave me alone, idiota. Didn’t you hear me say things between us are over?”
Wincing at the strain on his body, he cut in, “-You’re annoying. You’ve just been a burden to me and nothing else. Did you really think I could be into a girl like you?! If you really care about me, do me a favor and leave me the hell alone!”
…Stunned by his words, you couldn’t bring yourself to follow him as he disappeared down the alley.
Anyone would think you’d be heartbroken after hearing those words.
And anyone would be wrong—because you were angry.
You weren’t angry at Lovino, but at someone else.
How dare they take Lovino away from you.
Now they’d be getting your wrath.
They had no idea that you weren’t one to mess with.
This was it—you were going to do it.
You knew Lovi hadn’t meant what he said.
Even if Seborga hadn’t told you how things really were, you would have gone through with this anyway.
It must have been a God-given talent for one group of people to infuriate you to the point of destruction. Props to Gotti—he’d done a marvelous job of pissing you off. And not one person had ever reached this point in your book of hatred.
They had successfully brought out the wicked monster in you.
You readied your supplies. It wasn’t much, but you had to make sure everything was perfect.
This was the right thing to do, even if you weren’t qualified to do it. You weren’t just doing yourself a favor, or just Lovi, but the whole world.
Gotti was a criminal. He had killed countless people. He needed to be sentenced to death.
“Did you check the safety switch? Oh, you did. Nice! Y’know, I’m so happy that you decided to continue our practice. It shows how much you…” Tino paused. Since his face was visible on your laptop screen, you saw him blush. “…it shows how much you miss me.” He smiled shyly.
You didn’t know what to say. “Well… I do miss you…” But probably not in the way he was thinking.
He grinned cheerily, “Okay. So remember everything I taught you about sniping?”
You were on the roof of a building.
You were trying to be calm, but it was difficult with Seborga panicking right next to you. “I can’t believe you’re gonna do this! Gotti’s reign of evil will finally be over! Th-This is so crazy, cazzo-! You’re… You’re gonna shoot him? Are you really gonna shoot him? What if you miss and they detect where we are?! I can’t go to prison; do you know what they’d do to a boy with a pretty face like me?!”
You tried to keep your hands from shaking as you looked through your large gun’s magnifier, “That’s the beauty of being a sniper. No one will be able to know who shot the bullet; we’re too far away. Don’t you know this is how most US presidents were assassinated?”
Seborga was still trembling. “I-I’M STILL SCARED!”
You rolled your eyes. “Please try to calm down, Romeo. I’m nervous too,” You shot him a look that showcased your widened sleep-deprived eyes (a.k.a absolutely insane expression). “I-I’ve never killed anyone you know?!”
“W-Who taught you how to do this again…”
You shrugged, and turned back to lie on your stomach. “My Finnish friend. He taught me while I was still living in the Nordic region.”
Seborga facepalmed, still obviously terrified. His voice was shaky as he commented, “H-How did I know he’d be Scandinavian…”
You inhaled sharply. “Is that him?” You were looking down on the same alley where Gotti had beat up Lovino. You hadn’t seen your ‘ex’ since that day, and he didn’t call. He was probably still recovering from the gang-up.
“That’s him,” Seborga clarified.
Your fingers were quivering. You were about to take the life of someone.
But this person had murdered innumerable others. He was feared throughout the mafia. Because of him, Lovino and many others were living in constant terror.
Lovino. Just the memories of him beaten up and broken were enough to lower your eye down to the magnifier.
There he was. Gotti was laughing while reloading his handgun. The small ‘x’ marker aimed at his forehead, his whole body was in radius of the magnifier’s visible circle. His colors were degraded to a light blue shade due to the weapon’s glass aiming device.
“Do it.” Seborga’s voice was unflinching. You couldn’t see his face, but you could imagine its determination.
…You pulled the trigger.
Inside your house, you were pacing.
Seborga was hanging out with you, resting on the couch with his arms casually hanging over the headrests. “Bella, I calmed down already, why can’t you? Want me to rub your shoulders a bit?” He cooed, “You look tense. You could look so much more beautiful without that panicked expression on your face.”
You stopped pacing and glared at him, “It’s hard not to when there’s this!” You snatched up the remote and turned on the TV; it was on a news channel.
“…They must think you’re a hero. No one knows it was you; we made a clean escape. There are no searches being done either. It already said the mafia’s been disbanded.” He shrugged, “How boring. I wonder if I can still do my auctions…”
Your eyes widened. “The auctions,” The day of the assassination was yesterday. Another auction was supposed to take place today. You hadn’t seen Lovino, and something told you that he’d be there. You just needed to find him.
You looked closely at Seborga, the mafia boss. “What are you staring at? Have you finally realized that you’ve fallen for me?” He teased.
Your stream of thoughts instantly broke. “Huh?! No. You’re too young. And besides, I’m with Lovino.”
His flirty grin fell to a scowl. “You don’t know that yet. What if he actually did want to break up with you?”
You glanced down at the carpet, heartbroken at the memory of when he said he didn’t want to see you again.
“…You love him, don’t you?”
Inhaling sharply, you looked back up. “W-What?”
He got up and sauntered over to you, an easy-going smile on his handsome face. “You love my fratello. Why else would you risk your life—and innocence—to kill the man who was hurting him?”
“He wasn’t just hurting him. You said Gotti remorselessly murdered even his allies on a nearly day-to-day basis.”
“Indeed, and I wasn’t lying. But, would you have done so if you never got with Romano?”
You stared at the ground again, teeth clenched. Of course you would have never gotten involved if Lovino wasn’t in danger. If you’d never met Lovino? You probably would’ve moved back to Northern Europe after finding out about the auctions.
“Of course, if you don’t love him, you can always love me.” Seborga winked playfully, shattering the serious atmosphere.
You actually managed a laugh. “I’m too old for you, Romeo. But it’s cute that you’re trying.”
He gracefully threw an arm across your shoulders and brought you in to his chest, “I can be more than cute~” He whispered into your ear, grinning.
“You’re, what, seventeen?” Chuckling, you moved away from him. “And I’m twenty-four. You should go back to high school, dear. It’s not good to be a dropout.”
“Hm? I never went to school,” He plopped back down on your couch. “And heh, okay~ I’ll win you over later. Maybe when I’m a little older.” He smiled gently.
After about a minute, you thought back to the auction that was supposed to start today. “Oh, that’s right!” You reached for Seborga and grabbed his hand. To your amusement, he actually blushed when your fingers wrapped around his wrist. “Come on,” You giggled, and began pulling him out the door. “We’re going to one of your auctions.”
“B-But…” He stammered, “It’s not until tonight, and you’ll stand out among the millionaires, and you don’t have a mask…”
You paused, and looked down at his designer suit and fashionable hairstyle. “Well then…”
He winked, “I know what you’re thinking, and it’s a lovely idea. Let me give you a makeover.”
“This dress is heavy…”
“You look gorgeous.”
“This mask is uncomfortable…”
“You look mysterious.”
“This makeup is thick…”
“You look like a millionaire.”
“Romeo,” You stomped your expensive foot—clad in a strappy stiletto, so it probably wasn’t a good idea, “You’re complimenting me too much…”
He continued to escort you arm-in-arm into the auction house, “What can I say? I made you into a masterpiece. Your hair is perfection, is it not?”
You had to admit that he was better at fixing your hair, applying your makeup, and deciding your attire than you would ever dream to be. He was like an artist with a dazzling eye for fashion. “I guess…”
He sighed, “I just don’t want those stuck-up millionaires to make fun of you.”
At that moment, the auctioneer began the event. “Ciao, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Italian mafia’s weekly black market auction!”
As the crowd of mask-clad men and woman cheered animatedly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. “Hey bella, look who’s here.” Seborga pointed over to a dark corner.
You turned and, as expected, noticed Lovino guarding one of the exits. With a gasp, you subconsciously took a step back, to which you bumped straight into Seborga’s chest. “Don’t run away now… I’m sure he wants to talk to you too.” With a push, Seborga got your legs to start moving.
I hope he’s not angry… was all you could think as you walked up to him.
You hadn’t even noticed that Seborga had stayed behind. Lovi looks so much better… I’m glad… you thought with relief. He had healed quite nicely from the one-sided fight. The only sign of it you saw was the small white Band-Aid across his nose.
He was looking off in another direction, smoking a cigar. His hands were in his black suit pockets, and his back was against the exit. His shiny red tie stood out from the dark shadows, but his fedora hat shaded his eyes from view.
Once you got closer, you managed to stutter out, “L-…Lovino…”
He turned at the sound of your voice, and surprise immediately took over his expression. “…_____?!” His jaw literally dropped, causing the cigar to fall from his lips.
The cloud of smoke disappeared once the source was gone. You stared at him, and he stared back. He was undeniably speechless.
“Um… are you okay?” You meant it as in are we okay, relationship-wise, but it came out sounding more like a normal question.
After about a minute of silent shock, he finally composed himself. He coughed lightly, and then eventually let out a laugh.
“What’s so funny?” You watched him carefully, but fiddled with the front of your dress. You felt nervous as ever.
He looked right at you and chuckled, “Is that even you? I’m gonna kill my stupid brother for getting his hands on my perfectly normal girlfriend.”
You glanced down at your extreme makeover, “You don’t like it?” You’d asked before it computed in your mind that he’d just called you his girlfriend.
“I love it. I just don’t feel like it’s you, but that’s okay.” He stepped forward. “…Your inner beauty is still there.”
“Oh…” You blushed. This time, you were the one who was rendered speechless.
He grinned and stepped forward a bit more. “I missed you, _____.”
You felt as if the weight of the world had just been lifted off your shoulders. So you were right—he’d only tried to push you away for your own safety.
With that in mind, you took one last step closer and embraced him tightly. “I-I missed you too… You don’t even know…” You squeezed him even more.
He winced, and you noticed his arms were still at his sides instead of hugging you back. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” You’d forgotten about his wounds—no doubt they were still hurting him.
He groaned, “It-It’s okay… just don’t squeeze me, dammit…”
You laughed; he looked too adorable. He was so weak and fragile right now. “So… everything’s okay now?”
He pulled back and nodded, “Yeah. Since someone finally killed Gotti, everyone’s free now. We’re all okay, now that the bastard’s gone. The mafia’s not even ‘organized’ anymore, and after this, I don’t have to guard any more auctions.”
Upon hearing his words, you grinned brightly. “Really? That’s great!”
He smirked, “I know. We can finally live a normal life.”
Once the auction ended, it was time for the after-party.
As usual, it was more like a ‘masquerade ball’.
You and Lovino were currently by the long, white table-clothed refreshment area. It was covered with various wine bottles, original Italian biscotti, and several other types of snacks. The platters they sat upon were made of silver and carved with mask designs.
“I wonder who murdered Gotti…” Lovino mused as you both sipped from wine glasses.
“Um—” You dropped your glass in surprise. It spilled over the rows of fancy European chocolates, but only about two passersby noticed.
“You’re so damn clumsy.” Even if his words were rude, he gazed at you gently, a smile tugging on his lips. “…And you could never seem like a millionaire even if you tried.”
“Well, m-maybe I don’t want to be one of these fancy people…” You glanced around the ball, full of large gowns, tuxedos, and gold-trimmed masks. “Maybe I just want to be with you, and…” You should tell him. Yeah… you were gonna tell him. “I just want to be with you and literally shoot anyone who gets in my way.”
He tossed you an odd look. “…You’re so fucking weird.”
Offended, you punched his shoulder. “Ouch! You hit one of my bruises!” Despite the anger in his voice, he was chuckling. “Okay, okay! You’re not so weird.” You’d get his true answer out of him eventually.
“So you’re saying you wouldn’t kill anyone for me?” You murmured after a few seconds.
“Well, maybe if someone was threatening you.”
“Like the way someone was threatening you?”
He fell silent. “_____...”
“I would do it for you.”
He simply repeated your name, except more sternly. “_____.”
You took in a deep breath. “I killed him, Lovi.”
He was quiet for a minute; he stared at you with an expressionless look on his face.
Soon, two new voices broke the silence. “She’s right you know. I was with her the whole time.”
“And I saw the whole thing~!”
One voice was a familiar Italian one, while the other sounded… vaguely… American?
Seborga walked up with some blonde-haired, blue-eyed man that you couldn’t quite recognize. “Accept it, big bro. Your girlfriend has more balls than you.”
“And she’s more of a badass than you too!” The American grinned cheekily.
“And you are…?” You asked him bluntly. “And… what do you mean ‘you saw the whole thing’?!”
Seborga gestured to him carelessly, “This is Alfred ‘Hitman’ Jones. As you can assume, he’s a fellow assassin. He was on the same rooftop as us and I guess we never noticed him, cheh?” He laughed nervously.
‘Hitman Jones’… that name rang a bell. So did that white dress shirt and black bow tie.
…He was on the FBI’s Ten Most Wanted list.
He smacked your shoulder playfully, “So where did you get those mad sniping skills? My mentor Gil taught me how to shoot, but I’m still learning long-distance!”
…It just barely hit you right now that you were technically an assassin now. “I-I’m not gonna do it again!” You shouted furiously.
As the infamous hitman continued to fanboy over his new favorite assassin (“You’re amazing! You might just be better than Kirkland!”), and you continued to tell him this was the last time you’d ever snipe, Seborga took this opportunity to pull Lovino aside and inform him, “…It really was her. She did it for you, Roma. She only knew how to snipe because a friend taught her for fun before she moved here.”
Lovino was quiet for another minute or two—until he saw the hitman throw an arm across your shoulders. “…Hey Alfred?” He started.
“Huh? Call me Jones.”
“Jones. Can you get the fuck out of here please?”
“Sheesh, work on your manners—or else next time I might just stab you, ‘kay?” He smiled cutely. “…Sure, I’ll be by the food table.” He skipped away, and you noticed many Swiss army knives clipped to his back pockets.
The steaming Italian looked to his younger brother—into similar eyes of a nearly identical light green. “You too. I need to talk to this idiota alone.”
“Of course~” He stuck his tongue out at him, “tell her you like her accessories.”
“Alriiiight, alright.” Hands up as if in surrender, he strutted off towards a group of young women.
You cautiously looked up to your hot-headed boyfriend, “Lovi…?”
“You’re an idiot, you know that?”
“I’ve been informed.”
“You could’ve gotten in serious trouble.”
“He would have gone after you if you missed.”
“You and me would both be dead.”
“But we’re not, and he’s gone forever.”
The edges of his lips twitched up in a smile. You could tell that you’d won. “Oh, so no ‘thank you’ from you?” You asked without thinking.
He smirked, and forcefully grabbed your wrist. “…Get your ass over here.”
“Lovino—” He tugged you all the way to the dance floor. “But, we can’t do this! Your wounds—”
“-I’m fine, quit worrying.” Once in the middle of the floor, he held onto your waist. “Now just dance with me.”
Surrounding you were elegant couples in dark ballroom gowns, feathered masks, and classy tuxedos. Lovino wasn’t wearing a mask, and it felt like he was all you could see. The spotlight seemed to shine on only the two of you, though it wasn’t. His smile after enduring the torture of living in fear was the brightest thing you could see, and from now on, it would be all you’d ever see. Thanks to you, the darkness in his life would be over.
On that dance floor, you clumsily tried to follow his lead, also stepped on his foot with one of your stilettos a few times, as well as suffered severe mortification, but it was still a memory you’d cherish for the rest of your days.
Slow dancing to the music, you tightened your arms around his shoulders and pressed your head to his chest. “Thanks for not being angry with me.” You mumbled softly.
“Are you kidding?” He pulled back to face you, and gently took off your mask. Staring into your eyes, he blissfully whispered, “I never thought a girl like you would come to rescue me…”
You blushed lightly, just as he closed the few inches of space between your lips and his.
“I think this is the place~!”
“We really shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I agree. W-We’ll be catching her off guard…”
“Yeah! And what if she’s not even home?!”
“…Just knock, my wife.”
“I-I’m not your wife!” Tino blushed furiously, and then knocked on your door. In his other hand was a bouquet of fresh Mountain Avens.
To the group’s surprise, you opened up right away. “…Tino? Everyone?!”
The Finnish boy smiled, “We thought we’d drop by for a surprise visit!”
“Yeah, how long has it been?! A year already?” Mathias grinned at you.
“Uh…” You began.
Lukas stared straight at your face; his soulless eyes felt like they were nearly burning a hole through your head. “…Is that an engagement ring.” He asked—tone of voice more like an emotionless command.
You continued wringing your hands, “Yeah…”
Emil’s round violet eyes widened a bit as he blushed, “Y-You’re married?”
“No! Soon to be; we don’t know the date yet.”
“…D’we catch you at a bad time.” Berwald mumbled.
You heard footsteps down the hallway. “No, I just—”
“Who’s at the door?”
Your cheeks reddened as Lovino faced your beautiful friends. He’d known that you had once been interested in Tino, and you didn’t know how he’d react to meeting him face-to-face… along with your other sparkly, pale, light-haired Scandinavian friends.
“…You must be South Italy,” Tino politely handed him the flowers that were obviously meant for you. “I’m Finland; we are the Nordic Five!” With a grin, he gestured to the group behind him. “Sweden, Denmark, Iceland, and Norway.~”
Lovino was expressionless. You, on the other hand, nearly choked on your own spit. They were countries too, and they never told you?!
“Yeah,” Lovino looked down at the flowers, and then stared at Tino.
You braced yourself for his next comment. Would it be a string of curses, perhaps?
“…You needa teach me how to fucking snipe sometime too-!”
You grimace at the hat, not wanting to put your hand in there. Slowly, you reach in and pull out a...
You stare at the thing blankly before dropping it back in. "I don't think I want to play." you say, sounding bored.
"Oh, no," Prussia huffed, "you're going in there if you want to or not. Along with England."
You drag your feet as the Prussian leads you to the closet, glancing at France happily pushing England in before you. "Have fun~!" he sings and you sneer at him as the door slowly closes. You cross your arms and face the man that you loved.
"England." you say sharply, causing him to cringe.
"Hello, l-love." he replies.
You glare at him, hoping that he would catch fire, "Don't use that name with me."
"(Y/n), I-" he reaches a hand out but you slap him away.
"And keep you hands away from me!" you shriek, on the verge of tears, "You cheated on me, England. With some band groupie. Some gentleman you are." You feel your knees weaken as tears began to roll off your face. You cover you face with your hands and begin sobbing uncontrollably. "And somebody open this damn door." You shout, voice cracking.
You feel yourself wrapped in a warm embrace as the door cracks open, allowing a little light into the room. Carefully, England lifts you, holding you like a small child as you sob into his shoulder. He walks through the door and pushes past the crowd as the look on, mourning. He finds a quiet room and sets you on the bed, trying to let go but you won't. Sighing, he moves you around so that he's sitting against the head board and you're sitting on him, hiding your face in his shirt as your tears dry.
"Here, love." he says quietly, leaning you back slightly as he rubs the tears away with his calloused fingers. "I'm so sorry for what I did to you." he whispers, slowly leaning closer again. You breath sharply as his lips gently connect to yours. You realize you missed him. For some reason, you knew that he wasn't the same man you had loved. No, he was someone you could grow to love and mend your heart.
"I forgive you," you whisper, slumping back against his chest, tired from crying, and falling asleep while he stroked you hair.