Who Would Ever Love a Criminal (2p!Hetalia x Reader)

~Chapter Seven~

MAJOR AUTHOR'S NOTE: HEY UHHH NEW VERSION OF THIS STORY ON MY PROFILE, UPDATED WITH BETTER WRITING, IT'S CALLED FIGHT OR FLIGHT, GO READ THAT VERSION THIS ONE IS BAD NO GOOD SUCKY OKAY BAIII

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As soon as you arrive home, you flop onto your bed tiredly. "I can't stay here... I'll have to leave soon..." you mumbled, remembering how those two men from the police force had been at the bakery earlier that day. 

"I'll have to leave everyone... But it's nothing too bad... I've only just met them, they probably won't even notice when I've left..." you sighed, reassuring yourself about the situation.

But, if you knew that fact... Then why was half your mind yelling at you to stay?

You sit up straight and put you hands in your pockets, furrowing your eyebrows when you felt something inside your pocket. You pulled it out and it was a slip of paper, the paper Flavio had given you earlier.

You read it, and realized it was a phone number. "Did he really give me his number...?" you asked out, a slight laugh in your words.

You hesitated, but dialed it into your phone.

Placing the device next to your ear, you heard the familiar ringing, and smiled slightly when someone answered. 

"Hello? Who's-a this?" a voice asked, the familiar Italian accent making you smile a bit more. 

"Hey, Flavio. It's me, (Name)." you replied.

"Oh-a! (Name)! You-a kept the paper." he exclaimed. 

"Yup, so it there anything you wanna talk about?" you asked, tilting your head to the side a bit. 

"Actually, I was-a wondering if you-a would like to go to-" he began, but was interrupted by someone yelling.

"Fratello, who-a are you talking to-a?" you heard Luciano ask Flavio. 

"Oh, I'm-a talking to-a (Name)." Flavio answered, "Anyway, as I was-a saying, (Name), do you-a want to go to the-a mall with-a me tomorrow?"

You went silent for a moment, debating an answer in your mind. 'I was planning on leaving tomorrow morning...' you thought, but managed a small smile again. 

"Of course! Where should we meet up?" you agreed. 'I'll just leave in two days, then.' you decided. 

"That's-a wonderful! We'll-a meet by this-a cafe I-a go to. It's-a next to Oliver's bakery, okay?" he explained.

"Alright, bye Flavio! See you tomorrow." you smiled. 

"Ciao, (Name)." he replied as you hung up. You placed your phone down and smiled, completely forgetting one of the main rules of being a criminal.

"Don't let your social life, family, or friends get in the way~"

~Meanwhile~

Flavio smiled as he put down the phone, turning to his brother who stood there, twirling a knife in his hands. 

"So, you-a asked (Name) out-a on a little date?" Luciano asked. 

"It's-a not a date, we're-a just going to the-a mall together. I-a want to-a get her some-a cute clothes." the blonde smiled, his crimson eyes shining a bit in excitement.

"Well-a, if (Name)'s there I'm-a going too." Luciano stated, putting the knife back in his coat. 

"Why-a...?" Flavio asked, but then grinned deviously, "You-a like her, don't-a you?" the blonde laughed. 

The brunette rolled his eyes, taking his hat off, "No-a. She just-a... interest me. I feel like she's-a hiding something."

"Sure-a~" Flavio chuckled, walking out of the room, leaving Luciano be.

The brunette sighed, his gaze wondering over to the window, looking up at the moon. He sighed, crossing his arms and walking away. "No-a, I'm not-a letting some-a stupid thing my-a fratello said confuse me." he sighed, leaving the room.

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Translation(s):
Fratello: Brother(Italian)
Ciao: Hi/bye(Italian)