Natm Shorts

(Capoleon) 5 To 1

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5 Times Al Capone Thought He Told Napoleon He Loved Him Without Him Knowing.

And the Time Napoleon Let Him Know He Knew.

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Summary / A/N:

I get irritated whenever people portray Napoleon as a typical Frenchmen, because fun fact, he was actually born and raised as an Italian.

This is essentially a few stupid stories about Al attempting to flirt with Napoleon in Italian, and unbeknownst to him, Napoleon understanding each and every word.

A/N: This takes place at the Smithsonian, after Kahmunrah... Exhibits still come to life because I say so.

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"God fucking damn it! I want to throttle your throat but your too fucking cute!"

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Napoleon waltzed about the grand halls of the museum he called home. His men were off enjoying the night, chatting with other exhibits, wandering through the halls as he was, or taking time to actually learn about years beyond their own time.

Without the prospect of war, (Or some ancient Egyptian Pharaoh attempting to raise the dead) The French Emperor had no qualms with allowing his men time to themselves, he himself quite enjoyed spending his nights wandering about the halls of the Smithsonian.

After all, Napoleon was well aware of his existence, as were many other exhibits. He knew that he was wax, and he that his original counterpart was long deceased.

"Hey! Nippy!"

... Napoleon also knew that he was damned for all eternity to suffer like a grade-schooler.

The General sighed heavily before turning to face the monochrome gangster making his way over, followed by his goons.

"Oui, Alphonse?" The General drawled lowly as paused his step, allowing the taller man to catch up. The monochrome gangster grinned slyly as he moved to stand just beside the petite general.

"Where have you been all evening Nippy?" The Frenchmen huffed irritably before turning away, "If you must know, I was heading to the portrait gallery."

Al crossed his arms, "And your men?" He mused, Napoleon shrugged nonchalantly as he began walking, "There is no world to conquer Monsieur Italien, they are taking the night off."

Although Napoleon couldn't see it, he knew that the mobster's cheeks were deep grey with irritation, but if Al could poke fun at Napoleon's height, it was only natural for Napoleon to press a few of Al's buttons.

A rough hand landed on Napoleon's shoulder, forcing the smaller man to pause his stride, "What have I told you about calling me that?" The mobster growled lowly.

Napoleon huffed lightly, "I believe you told me not to call you that, Monsieur Italien." Napoleon roughly shook off the hold the monochrome mobster had on his shoulder before turning to the taller man and curtsying mockingly.

"Bonne journée, Alphonse, good Day."

Before Napoleon could turn away however, Al sieved the smaller man by the hem of his coat, hoisting him up to eye level before roughly shoving him against the wall.

Napoleon grappled with the taller mans arms to alleviate the strain of the position. However, before the Frenchman could lash out with his les, Al Capone snarled the most... Baffling thing.