Italy, the Mafia and Britain
Pairing: South Italy/Britain (LovinoxArthur)
Warnings: Violence, swearing.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Hetalia Axis Powers and I receive no money from writing these fanfics
Summary: Romano has to stay with Britain for a while as some problem’s back home have appeared due to Spain not knowing how to deal with the Italian mafia.
That god damn tomato bastard! Romano thought to himself as he lay across the bed, his hands behind his head and his eyes gazed over the ceiling; If he hadn’t been so stupid and antagonised the mafia this wouldn’t have happened!
A small voice in his head, who sounded rather like his brother said; But Britain’s house has no cracks on the ceiling.
He shook his head, sitting up and wanting to break something, when he remembered what happened when he first arrived here. The Italian sighed, his anger depleting; why is he helping me? What is he getting out of this?
The day before
The Italian had broken a chair, a few plates and was now starting on the table, when Spain touched his arm firmly.
“Don’t touch me you bastard!” Romano spat, as Spain’s grip got a bit tighter.
“It’s either his house, or Germany’s,” Spain said seriously, the Italian stopped struggling and looked away; “France doesn’t have the same… Skill in this type of situation,”
I hate France. Romano thought to himself, but kept it to himself, since he knew the decision had already been made.
“For you, Britain is the lesser evil,” Spain told him as he let go of the other’s arm, although he still disliked the island nation that had prevented him from ruling the nation; he knew that Romano hated Germany.
Although he knew that Germany would do his best to protect his little Romano, with the Italian hating the other nation, it would be rather difficult to keep him safe and secure for the time it would take Spain to fix everything.
“Fine you bastard, but you’d better fix this quickly!” He snapped but his former boss just smiled.
“Ah, don’t worry, it will all calm down soon,”
“Calm down?!” He yelled; “You have angered the Mafia! My mafia! It will only calm down when the blood flows!”
He sighed, Antonio was an idiot, he’d warned him, he did, but the other nation thought he knew better. Now it was payback.
The mafia had eyes everywhere, he knew it better than anyone else since it was his mafia. They knew full well that to get to Spain, they could get to him, so they hounded him, which wasn’t hard considering that they always knew where he was, but when he learned why he began to badger the Spaniard, who finally found him a safe heaven.
So, he was now in Britain’s house, or flat more to the point, although it had four floors; but it felt so foreign to him, it was rather cosy and warm, but it needed to be, considering it was pouring down right now and the wind made the trees bow down.
He would never admit this out loud, but the Brit did surprise him when he picked him up at the airport earlier on in the day.
“Sorry about the weather, “The blonde haired nation said as they met up at the airport arrivals.
Romano looked outside and shivered; “Doesn’t matter,” He hadn’t been expecting anything less, considering what his brother had told him about the country when the G8 meetings happened over there.
They made the long walk to the car, which was thankfully undercover; they were only in the rain for a short while, when Britain’s phone rang.
“Hello?” He said and his emerald eyes became serious; “Ah… That’s good,” He paused as the person informed him of something; “We’ll be going the long route… Oh?” He shook his head; “It’s almost like a bloody movie,”
Romano looked over at the other nation, who wasn’t paying any attention to him but brought out his car keys and pushed the button to unlock the doors, holding his arm out in front of the Italian to stop him from walking any further.
“All right, we’ll take the train,” He hung up as they turned around and walked back to the airport.
“What’s going on?” Romano asked, looking around himself, wondering if he remembered to pack a white flag.
“You’re safe, don’t worry, I’ll tell you when we’re on the train. It’s usually quiet at this time of day,” Britain said softly and they became quiet.
Bloody thoughts entered Romano’s head, had he been found? Was Britain actually working with the mafia? Was he going to be killed? Was Britain going to kill him as revenge against Spain?
He wanted to run, to get away, but he didn’t know this country and the other nation would find him easily.
Ten minutes had passed and they were on the train to London, with Romano still wanting to run away or find a white flag; although he didn’t believe he had packed the flag.
Once again the Brit’s phone rang; “Hello?” The blonde looked worried; “Was anyone hurt?” He then let out a sigh; “Oh good, but they obviously know that he’s here,” He looked over to Romano and suddenly his eye’s burned with anger; “You’re forgetting who I am sir,” He snapped; “That’s fine,” He hung up and closed his eyes for a moment before opening them to look at the scared nation; “Well, that mafia of yours knows you are here,”
Romano trembled; “W… What happened?”
Arthur raised an eyebrow, he’d been warned by Spain that Romano wasn’t exactly polite, in all honesty he had remember the time when he had met both Italy brother’s, but it wasn’t a time to examine their personalities.
“The car we were going to take had a bomb planted under it, during the time I was waiting for you in the airport. That’s why I unlocked the car when I got the call,”
Romano was impressed, Britain’s people were good at this, and Spain appeared to have been right to send him here.
“The car’s blown up, thankfully no one was hurt, and the area was cleared away in time,”
“That bastard, why did he make them angry?”
“We’re a step ahead of them,” Arthur continued, ignoring the question since he knew it wasn’t one he needed to answer; “My spies are everywhere,”
“Where are we going?”
“The city of London,” Arthur informed him; “I have a flat in Victoria, we’ll be staying there for a while,”
“So, I’m to be stuck in a god damn flat?!” He yelled angrily.
The Brit smirked; “Only if you want to be, I was going to show you around, I know your brother has been here…”
“Of course he has, he always takes part in those damn meetings you people are so fond of,” Romano snipped and then said; “That will be fine…” Then in a small voice he finally said; “Thanks,”
Arthur heard him, just barely and smiled; “I promised Spain that you would be safe,”
“You two hate each other,” The Italian pointed out, confused; “I remember the wars that happened, don’t lie to me you tea lover!”
The other nation found Romano amusing, although he could easily see why Germany found both brother’s to be hard work during the war; “Yes, yes we did hate each other. Things change Romano, you can’t hate everyone for all time,”
“But… You and France…”
“Oh, I hate that bloody wanker, don’t misunderstand me,” Arthur sighed, his and Francis did have a complicated relationship; “I would never allow just anyone to hurt him. Our history is intertwined; we’ve been friends and enemies,”
Romano was surprised, that hadn’t been the answer he’d been expecting, although it could be a way to describe the relationship between himself and Spain… Not that he would ever admit that of course.
“Would I be safer in Germany?” He asked quietly, after all he didn’t really know Britain that well, in fact he had no real need to know him, since in the past Spain had always fought for him.
Arthur shook his head; “Germany would protect you as well as he and his own people could, but with your brother being there as well, it would be a harder task,”
The Italian remained silent for some moments; “How long will I stay here for?”
“Until Spain has sorted something out,”
“Tch that could be a hundred years!”
“Well,” Arthur smiled; “I doubt it would take him that long, what about ninety years?”
“That bastard fucks up too many times,” Romano finally snapped; “I don’t know why I still talk to him,”
“Oh, I think France fucks up more,”
“Heh,” Romano smirked; “I guess he does… Britain I can’t stay here for ninety years!”
“Just call me Arthur,” He told the other nation with a shrug and before Romano could reply he stood up; “Our stop is coming, we should get your cases,”
He followed suit, surprised, the island nation was allowing him to called him by his human name? For a nation to call another by their human name wasn’t something that was thrown around, it was a personal decision, so why would Britain allow him to call him by his human name?
Although he didn’t have time to think it over, since they made their way to the underground and a wave of bodies surged forward and the Italian felt himself being caught up in it. Frantically he searched for the Brit and found that he wasn’t far, if anything he allowed the crowd to push him forward and soon was walking next to him.
Unlike Romano, Arthur wasn’t fazed by the crowds of people, nor the sudden heat when they got down stairs; he just kept close to the other nation, taking his arm;
“Victoria line, south,” He pointed to the blue line and they turned to the left, as did the majority of the crowd; “Hm… it’s a bit busy,” He commented as he looked around.
“A bit?!” Romano snapped, although he didn’t make the other let go of his arm, he was scared that he would get lost in this vast crowd; “Sardines have more space!”
“I’m sure, but not much can be done about it,” He picked up the suitcase and Romano grabbed the other and they charged to the train, just before the doors closed.
Once more Arthur stayed near the Italian, who suddenly felt rather claustrophobic, although they only had four stops, it felt like forever.
Once the train stopped, he got into the spirit, pushing people out of his way to get out and follow the ‘Way Out’ signs, with Arthur at his heels.
Once he got out side, he crouched down, taking deep breaths and enjoying the cold wind that hit his clammy skin.
Arthur crouched down next to him; “Sorry, but it was the quickest way to get here,”
“Fucking…” He began, taking another gulp of air; “People… Do they do that for the warmth?”
“It’s the easiest way to travel, not to mention quickest,” Although Arthur wanted to snap right back at the Italian he couldn’t, it would lead to a screaming match which they didn’t need right now; “We’ll be traveling by bus now though,”
“More god damn public transport!” Romano cried out, frustrated.
“No, not now, it’s just a ten minute walk down the road,” Arthur pointed the direction; Romano noticed the theatre they would be passing had a big green ad for the play ‘Wicked’.
“Thank god,” He said with a sigh as he stood up and followed the Brit, now deciding it was time to make things an even footing; “Brit… Ah, Arthur…”
“Hmm? Something wrong?” He turned to look at the other nation as they waited at the traffic lights.
“No!” He snapped, looking away; “Just… Just call me Lovino,”
“All right then,” Arthur said with a smile.
“This doesn’t mean anything! Any funny business you god damn tea lover…” His threat fell flat, since he couldn’t really do anything against Arthur and Spain couldn’t help him right now.
They crossed and passed a good few café’s, shops and restaurants and Romano felt himself getting tired.
“How far away is it?”
He’s starting to sound like Alfred. Arthur thought to himself; “Not too far, just a right here and a street along,”
Sure enough they reached some flats, although the one Arthur walked up to didn’t have any com’s like the other flats.
“I own this one, so it’s a full house,” He explained, noticing the look of confusion on Romano’s face and brought out his keys.
“I heard America go on about your gardens, was he just talking about the local parks?” He asked, confused once more, the flat didn’t have much space for a garden, which was a disappointment to him, he would have liked to have done some gardening while he was trapped here.
“Well, there are a lot of parks, I know of one that would interest you…” The Brit shook his head; “But I only live here when I am needed by either the government or my Queen, I never stay here for too long, though I figured it would be best to stay here for a while. The fellows following you will probably think you have gone out of town anyway,”
“They’ll be watching…”
He unlocked the door and brought both of the cases in as Romano closed the door.
“This is London and we have just been on the underground, it’s hard to follow people with such a crowd around them, very easy to lose sight unless they made it obvious. They don’t have a chance of finding you,”
Yet, Romano added mentally; “You’re going to move me around?”
“Only at first. They want to hit Spain where it hurts and they are desperate to find you,” Arthur said, taking off his coat and hanging it up, gesturing for the other nation to do the same.
“This won’t…” He started as he took off his own coat, only for the Brit to interrupt him.
“It will, trust me; the mafia are just like any other criminal group, and given time they’ll get bored. They may end up trying to attack Spain head on, which we both know would be stupid,”
“They enjoy the hunt,” Romano argued as he hung up his coat on the stand before looking at Arthur, feeling like this idea was stupid and while he was afraid, terrified – although he would never admit it out loud – but the mafia were powerful, as the car bomb from before proved.
“Stop it,” Arthur said sternly, his emerald eyes full of confidence and all the negative thoughts in his head were silenced; “My people have dealt with many groups, the IRA being one. They can help; don’t even think of writing us off so quickly,”
“Tch, the IRA gave your people warnings…”
“Yes, but that was due to my brother demanding it. He may not like me, but we are still family,”
Romano raised an eyebrow, he had heard many things about Britain’s family, how the relations between brother’s were strained and yet still family-like, it was strange to him; “A chat to you while your own people find the bomb?”
He laughed; “Actually it was clues, but stranger things have happened,”
They began to take the cases up stairs to the guest room, which Romano wasn’t impressed with, it may be a double bed with an en-suite, but the room its self had no personality at all.
“You give this to your guests?!”
Arthur’s eyebrow twitched; “I forgot you were the bratty brother of Spain,”
“Who are you calling a brat furry brows?!” Romano then realised what the Brit had suggested and suddenly yelled; “He is no brother of mine!”
“Oh?” Arthur didn’t allow himself to sink into this argument, after all he’d never really spoken to the South Italy before, but he also wanted to see what button’s he could push; “So are you his lover? Never actually thought he went that way,”
Romano went bright red at the implication; “Bastardo! He’s nothing to me, less than nothing! He took me in when Austria didn’t want me to be with my fratello!”
Both of them became silent, both were surprised at the outburst and the surprising truth Romano blurted out.
“Lovino, Spain is your brother,” Arthur held up a hand to stop any protest; “Whether you want to admit it or not,”
He fumed, refusing to admit that it might be true; even though Antonio was more his own brother than Veneziano.
“Make yourself at home,” Arthur said; “I’ll need to head out for a while, but there should be pasta in the kitchen,”
Bastards! Romano thought to himself, itching to break something; but he wanted to feel clean, after being trapped with so many people around him on the underground, so he made his way to the bathroom and began to wash away the filth that he felt he gained from that overcrowded and stuffy transport.