Hetalia One-Shots

Spamano/GerIta : Don't Mess With the Mafia

  The room was dark. Two figures lurked in the back of the room. Antonio and Ludwig were tied to a chair facing a dim lighted desk. They had their mouths bound by a piece of cloth. The two silhouettes approached the desk in front of the prisoners and they could finally see who their captures were. Veneziano and Lovino Vargas, head of the Italian mafia.

Lovino stood behind Veneziano as he sat on the chair and placed his face on his entwined fingers, looking at the two men, amused. "Welcome to our lair, Antonio, Ludwig," he smirked.

The two men stared back with a gaze that could kill. That only made the younger brother chuckle. "Well now, what should we do with them? After all, they broke into our house, tried to take a secret document belonging to the Vargas family only, they even kicked my cat when it surprised them," Veneziano pointed out, speaking to his brother but looking at the two captives.

The hostages' glares did not flinch. "How about we first learn all about their lives, Lovi." The older Vargas had already prepared the files on both men and set them in front of Veneziano without a word.

The Italian opened the file and started reading, "Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, employed by the Spanish government, thirty-two years old. Born in Barcelona blablabla. Where's the interesting stuff?" Veneziano complained flipping the pages. "Ah! Married. Oh no, was married. Too bad, it could have been useful. What else... Was part of the association the 'Bad Touch Trio' with two other international agents."

At the mention of the Bad Touch Trio, Lovino turned to look at the spaniard. His part of the family business had had some trouble with that group. He tapped Veneziano's shoulder and the other responded with a nod.

"Next is Luddy here," he said, standing up and walking to the front of the desk. He opened the file, leaning on the wooden furniture. "Ludwig Beilschmidt, employed by the German government, twenty-seven years old." The Italian flipped the pages of the file searching for something he could use to his advantage. "Ugh! Don't you have anything? A wife? Girlfriend? Child? Any sort of family I could use to black mail you?" Veneziano whined looking at the German.

His expression stayed the same, his eyebrows furrowed together. Veneziano sighed and turned to the last page. Then his face lit up. "What a nice house you have, very cute, German shepherd, in the garden," he smirked, watching the detainee's face writhe in anger at the mention of his beloved pet.

Veneziano put down the file and approached the blond man. His fingers traced Ludwig's jawline and rested on his shoulder. He bent down standing behind him and whispered in his ear, "How about I punish you, the Italian way."

Lovino bit the edge of his glove and pulled it off with his teeth as he headed towards Antonio. Both Italians had a spark in their eyes, a lustful and evil spark.

The two captives held their breath in anticipation of the worst, or the best.

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I shall let you imagine the following scenes... *smirk*