Romano and California: a Hetalia political union

Reality Check

California was relaxing in her new mansion. She was reading the new book from F. Scott Fitzgerald and eating some chocolates that she got from Maryland that she got from France (Maryland and France are like BFF's). She was getting to a really good part in the story when suddenly *CRASH*. A dead dog was lying in the middle of the living room surrounded by shattered glass. There was a note and Irish flag attached to it. She was so scared she wasn't sure who to call, so she just called Romano. As soon as she said Irish Romano told her he was on his way. Romano couldn't help but panic as he drove to California's house, he had brought his tommy gun just in case the Irish were still there.

"Cali! Cali! Are you alright?! Did you see who did this?" He asked when he ran through the door.

"I... I'm fine... And no I didn't I wasn't even looking out the window when it happened." She said as she went to hug Romano.

"S*** s*** S*** I knew this was would happen." He said. "Why the hell didn't you tell those damn reporters to back the hell off and mind there own business huh?!" He said as he shoved California aggressively onto the couch. "How the hell could you have been so stupid? Dammit California if I was running a publicity show I would have lit my self on fire and run through the streets of Venice!" He yelled as she started to cry.

"I.... I... I'm sorry Romano." She said through her tears. "Please I... I didn't know this was going to happen.... Please I'm sorry." She said as she tried to hug Romano who just pushed her back on to the couch.

"Stop! Just stop it with the damn crying!" He yelled as California tried to calm herself down. "We're dealing with the Irish Mob now thanks to that damn gossip rag." He said as walked to the phone and began to dial.

"The Irish Mob? " she said.

"Italy burn them.... who do you think I'm talking about... the gossip rag that printed the damn story.... no no no don't kill him.... he has track horses right... get his favorite one and cut its head off.... then break into house and leave it under his sheets so he finds it.... the horse body?.... ehh do what you want to it I don't care.... then tell the boss to call this number later... ok thanks... I love you too." He said finally finishing his phone call.

"Romano! Whats going on?" California asked.

"Your a part of the italian mafia is whats going on." He said as he walked to the kitchen to make a sandwhich.

"Uhhh I don't remeber ever doing that, I don't even know how to find those guy's." She said.

"Uhhh you did when we started going out." He said pointing out the obvious.

"What are saying...." She said.

"You belong to me and the mafia is what I'm saying." He said.

"What! N... no! No I don't." She protested.

"Is that so." He said as stood up straight. "Well... then..." he puased and then he slapped her across the face. "You belong to us wether you like it or not.... now be a good girl and wait for me in bed huh?" He said. She nodded in compliance. She went to her room and she cried for a bit. Romano had never struck her before. She was scared, but she still loved him. So she got ready for him, she took off her clothes and crawled into bed. An hour later Romano came to bed and started getting busy. It was strange, this time California felt violated and strange this time. She didn't enjoy like she akways did, she wanted to tell him to stop. It hurt this time, with every thrust she was on the brink of tears.