Hetalia: Capital Chaos

Vargas v. San Lorenzo

The year was 1925 and Italy was taking his little baby girl out for a stroll around the city. Rose giggled as she was pushed in her stroller. Italy stopped at a stand and bought a little flower to put in his baby girl's hair. "You look so pretty my little bambina," Italy told her as he put the rose behind her ear.

Rose giggled like the little child she was and reached out for Italy to pick her up. He did and hugged her tightly to his chest. "Oh, your daughter is so cute," the woman at the stand commented. "She looks just like you."

"I actually adopted her," Italy explained. "I found her in a basket with a note from her Mother. She was left there in that basket because her Mother wanted to protect her from her real Father." Italy looked around a few times and then whispered to the woman; "Don't tell anyone else, but the Mother wrote that her real Papa was in the mafia."

"Oh my," the woman gasped. "That sounds awful."

"Si. That's why I have to keep my little Rose safe." He looked down at Rose and saw her sleeping quietly in his arms. Italy smiled softly and then placed her back in her stroller. He didn't notice the mysterious man he walked by, who wasn't the best of fellows to say the least.

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In the middle of the night, Rose started crying in her crib. Romano was the first to hear it, since he wasn't a heavy sleeper like his little brother, and groaned when he was woken up from his slumber. He went over to his little brother's room, with a pillow in hand, and smacked his brother with it, which woke Italy right up. "Hey stupido," Romano growled. "Your kid is up."

"Oh, sorry fratello," Italy apologized. "Rose must be hungry again. She usually doesn't wake-up in the middle of the night unless she's hungry." Italy stretched out of bed and went over to Rose's room to find his little girl crying in her crib. He quickly went over to her and held her in his arms, trying to rock her back to sleep. "What's wrong bella? Are you hungry?"

When he tried giving Rose a bottle of milk, she rejected it and continued to cry.

"Oh Rose, what's wrong? If you're not hungry, then what else could be upsetting you?" That's when Italy felt a cold draft come into the room. He looked over to Rose's window and saw that it was slightly open. "That's strange, I thought I closed that window." Italy put Rose back down in her crib and then closed the window, making sure to lock it up good and tight. "

What he didn't know was that someone had gotten inside the room.

In an abandoned factory not too far away, Agostino San Lorenzo was listening to something that his associate had to tell him; "I'm posotive that I've found your heir San Lorenzo."

"And you're certain this time?" Agostino questioned. "Because the last guy said he was certain and he was wrong. Now he is sleeping with the fishes."

The associate nodded. "Yes, I am very certain. The man said he found the child in a basket and that the Mother left a note saying that the baby's real Father was in the Mafia."

"Well then, I will have to pay this Feliciano Vargas a little visit."

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The next day, after having a good breakfast, Italy went to the living room to play with Rose. "Peek-a-boo!" Italy said, playing a game of Peek-a-boo with his little baby girl.

Rose giggled like crazy.

"Peek-a-boo!"

Again, Rose giggled.

This went on for a few minutes until the doorbell rang. Italy picked Rose up and carried her to the door. He opened it and on the other side were two large body-guard like men in dark suits and a fellow about Italy's height, maybe an inch taller, and had a fedora on his head. He looked at Italy with cold eyes and then at little Rose. His eyes widened when he saw the little child but the baby just began to cry.

"C-Can I help you?" Italy stuttered.

"Si, you can," Agostino replied. "Let us chat." Agostino and his men walked into the house and closed the door. The guards picked Italy up and then placed him on the couch and then closed the blinds in the house. Then Agostino turned on a lone lamp to light up the room a bit. "So, a little bird told me that that little girl of yours is not a blood relative, is that right?"

Italy held Rose closely to his body as Agostino looked at her. "W-W-Why do you ask?"

"Well my friend, I must tell you that my own precious daughter has been missing for quite some time now and I've been trying to look for her. You see, my wife took her from me in the middle of the night and I'm trying to find her. Now from what I heard about how you found her, it would seem that this is my little girl. We can do this the easy way, or we could always do it the hard way. So why don't you just hand her over?"

Italy looked at Agostino with wide eyes and then down at Rose, who was waling loudly. She knew that something was going on but she wasn't sure what. She just held onto Italy and cried. Italy couldn't give her to this man. He could hurt her. "...No." Italy said softly.

"No?" Agostino repeated. "What did you say?"

"I said no. You can't have her. Her Mother took her away for a reason; to protect her! I won't let you take her!"

Agostino glared at Italy and then gripped the couch. "Fine then." He stood up and then walked out of the house with his men.

A few hours later, another man came to the door and gave a piece of paper to Italy. Italy read it and this is what the paper said; Feliciano Vargas, you have been asked to come to court to determine parental rights for the young child known as Rose. If you do not appear in court, or you lose the case, the child will be taken from your custody and given to the plantiff known as Agostinoe San Lorenzo. The court date is listed below.

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