Hetalia Requests {open}

request for Luci

"Dude it's not like I have something against the 2p guys or anything, but trust me on this. They are dangerous," your friend Alfred said. His eyes glued to the TV screen in front of him as his hands gripped the controller firmly. "They said that themselves. Especially Luciano. You're better of with Romano, don't lie. I know you have a thing for that little brat."

"Look who's talking.", you scoffed as you folded your arms over your chest and held back the urge to roll your eyes. Which as becoming a habit, thanks to Romano. Being constantly around the guy made a few of his habits  -good and bad-  rub off on you, eye rolling being one of them.

"Come on-," Alfred tried again, but only to be cut off.

"And I'm sure they can't be that bad."

And with that, his face contorted to one that practically screamed 'are you kidding me?'

"_____, they are that bad. One of them is a mafia boss, then there's a drug lord, another is a homicidal cupcake maker- but a damn good one on the cupcake part, like, he could beat you at a bake off on ten seconds flat, and there's this weird wood guy that always seems grumpy as f*ck,a gangster and- fuck," he said exasperatedly while pausing his game. He turned to face you with the most serious look you've even seen him wear. "That's not even all of them."

"Aren't you overrea-," But this time he cut you of with a pointed look and a finger in your face.

"______, the best part is that your soon to be boyfriend is the mafia boss."

You shut up after that. Luciano? A mafia boss? How did you not know about this? And how come Alfred did? Not that you were doubting him in any way, he was the United Freaking States of Freaking America, of course he had connections.

The amount of questions that swirled in your head prevented you from paying attention to anything other than your clouded thoughts.

Pretty soon time passed by and you didn't even notice Alfred start to play the game again, even though your blank gaze was trained on the TV screen.

More time passed and eventually it was time for you to go, although Alfred offered to let  stay, you politely declined not really sure if you could handle more 'dark' information about your love interest.

Even when driving home you still couldn't get what Alfred said out of your head. It gave you a mix of emotions, but the one that ruled above then all was doubt.

Doubt for your feelings towards the Italian that you seemingly loved, doubt towards Alfred's words, but more importantly, doubt for your safety. 

After all, if what Alfred said was true and Luciano was a Mafia Boss, wouldn't he have people after him? And wouldn't that make you- if you ever were to become his girlfriend, an easy target?

Still, you calmed and straightened out your thoughts enough for you to drive safely back to the hotel you were staying at for the next few days. And when you arrived, you saw something that made your stomach turn into countless knots with your head going even hazier than it already was.

Because there, by the hotel entrance waiting by the side of a polished red Lamborghini, was Luciano. Clad in a sleek black suit with a crimson tie. He was looking down at the black mask in his hands until his gaze caught sight of your approaching car.

You quickly parked your car and turned off the engine. Then, instead of getting out, you stayed put and just gripped the steering wheel until your knuckles turned a shade of white while your eyes focused on the blank cement wall in front of you.