2p! England 🇬🇧:
You woke up in a dark room, not an unusual thing that happened to you, but the smell of blood in the room was stronger than normal telling you that this was either a new room or your fratello killed someone in your room." Fratello...? Sei qui? È tua sorella (y/n)!"* You called. A chuckle sounded through the air. "An Italian are you? My my poppet what are you doing in England I wonder~" a cheerful voice called. You perked up. "So it-a wasn't a dream-a." You said recognizing the voice from what you thought was a dream. "Yes definitely an Italian....why were you in an alley behind my shop poppet~ I simply MUST know~" the strawberry blonde said curiously. "Why should i-a Tell you inglese bastardo*" you hissed. The voice turned a bit harsh while somehow staying happy. "That's a bit rude now isn't it poppet? My such rude words coming from a lady is just gastly in my opinion. That's a dollar for the swear jar dear~" he hummed a bit angrily."In vaso giura? Sembri che sei la mia età perche 'tu abbia!" You said raising an eyebrow. "Poppet speak English now I can't understand you~" You groaned "I asked why you-a have a swear-a jar when you-a look about my-a age idiot" you growled. "That's not very nice poppet~" he said back sweetly."just you wait you-a cupcake bastard. Fratello will-a come for-a you!" You snapped. "You owe two dollars now dear~" he sang. "I-a don't care! My-a Fratello will-a find me and-a kill you!" You ground your teeth as he laughed cheerfully. "He won't find you poppet~ we are in my secret place. Nobody knows this place exists let alone how to get in" he chuckled. "Luciano will-a find me just-a you wait." You said before hearing him leave.
Once again you are surrounded in darkness...
