Romano and California: a Hetalia political union

The Mafia has Arrived

"So this concludes the 50 states and capital meeting of the united states of America. California do you have any..." America was saying as he noticed California sleeping. California had always found the state meetings to be boring so she tended to sleep through them. "California." He said as he tapped her shoulder "Wake up... California." This meeting lasted like 20 minutes! how can she fall asleep when she has the easiest job in the world to do, He said to himself. "California wake up dammit!!!" He shouted to the sleeping state. 

"Huh?... Did I miss something?" said California. America was fairly disappointed in California, but then again he was fairly disappointed in himself too. "Yes, you did. Again. The rest of you go home, California you stay while I explain everything to you... again." said America like any "serious" dad would say. 

"So what do I have to do?" asked California.

"You have to show Mr.Romano around your place and make him feel welcomed. That's all, There's no paper work or engineering involved. I promise." said America. 

"So where is Mr. Romano?"

"He's waiting outside, Please be polite and try to stay awake." 

"Anything else?" asked California. 

"Just do what he say's and please be careful. I know about the crime wave at your place so I want you both to be safe M'kay." Said America as he hugged his little girl, who was more of a young woman of 19. He escorted her out to the lobby of the confrence building to go meet Romano who had been smoking a cigar. He was wearing a fadora and dark blue suit and fancy leather dress shoes. 

"Romano! This California. She'll be giving the grand tour of her place ok." said America with a forced smile.

"Sure sounds better then when I met Kansas..." Romano said as he puffed cigar smoke in Americas face.

"*cough* Uh.. So *cough* Be safe and umm... try not get lost." Said America nervously.

"We'll be fine daddy. I promise. It's just a tour anyway, I doubt I'll get lost in my own back yard like Nevada does." Said California with her sweet heart all American innocence.

  "That's good to hear. Have fun." America said as the two left for the tour. Inside America felt scared for California. He was scared that California would be exposed to Romano's "Italian" life style. Mainly because about two years ago Romano and Italy made it clear that he must answer to three people. Italy, Romano, and the President.

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2 years ago...

Man this sucks! I can't believe my boss actually made alcohol illegal...well he's just trying to look out for me. Maybe it won't be so bad to give up the bottle. I mean I didn't have a drinking problem like Britain, but maybe those mean people with those signs that said alcohol was evil were right.... ehhh maybe. America was thing hard on the Prohibition thing, the truth was he wasn't entirely sure where he stood on the whole issue. He wasn't sure where he stood until he got a hint of what the Italy brothers were really like. 

"Hey America!" shouted a short Italian man.

"Huh? Oh hey Italy hey Romano what's up bro?" Said America. 

"Me and Romano heard about that new bill your boss passed. Tough break huh Romano?" said Italy. 

"Yeah a real shame for you. I thought you liked to party and stuff." said Romano in a mocking tone. 

"Yeah but my boss is just trying to look out for me that's all." Said America. 

"Sure he might be trying to look out for you but..." Said Italy.

"But what?" Said America.

"But if he's just doing this to keep you down? What if he just want's control you and make you a slave so that he can do whatever he wants whenever he wants while you toil in misery. What if he's just doing this to make you miserable?" Said Italy in an alarmingly different tone than what America is normally used to hearing from Italy. 

"He...He would never do that....Would he?" Questioned America.

"Oh yeah. Men in power like your boss always want to see their underlings suffering. It get's them off." Said Romano.  

"Hey tell ya' what since I can tell this is bumming you out, Why don't we be best friends from now on? Eh? Migliori amici?" Said Italy in a suave tone with his hand extended to America.

"Wow totally man! This is gonna be awesome! Hey you guy's wanna hang out or something and play baseball?!?!?" America shouted excitedly as he was shaking Italy's arm off. 

"We have something else in mind." Said Romano.

"Huh? Really what is it?" asked America. 

The two brothers smiled a wicked smile that can only come from wicked intent. The Italy brothes took America to a lavish hotel not too far from the congress. America was rather surprised on how fancy the place was, seeing as how it was at his place. What made this even more surprising was that the staff was quiet familiar with the two brothers. Some even seemed to be scared of them. The trio walked into an elevator, the elevator man didn't even have to ask which floor he already knew to go to the top suit which was the pent house. 

When they reached their floor America could not have been more blown away. There was loud music and pretty girls, everyone was having a ragging good time. But what really caught America's eye was the shot of whiskey Romano asked for.

"Hey America you want something to drink? We got lot's of options. We got whiskey, rum, wine, moonshine, beer, cockta..." Romano said until America interrupted.

"Dude!!!! What do you think your doing?!?!?" Shouted America all out ragged like a good little citizen.

"What? Oh you mean the alcohol.... Yeah were drinking it, making it, and selling it. And you can have in on this little money maker if you want." Said Italy. 

"But dude that stuff is illegal at my house now! You know that. You sympathized with me over that!" Said America. 

"Hmmm..... Why don't we discuss this in a more private setting. Romano clear the room."Italy said as he snapped his fingers. Romano then pulled out a Tommy gun and proceeded to fire towards the roof. The pent house had become chaotic and full of the screams of the party goers and fun seekers. America was scared of what he had just gotten himself into.