Hetalia One-Shots

Mafia Attack on a World Meeting

Another world meeting and even more fighting. Why can’t the world just get along for once so they can actually get something done? South Italy was leaning back into his chair while watching the fights, and trying to keep away from Spain’s groping hands. “Leave me the fuck alone Tomato bastard!” Lovino hissed, pushing away Spain. “But Lovi! Just one hug!” “No! You’ll just cling on me after that!” “Ve~ Fratello, didn’t you have a meeting today?” North italy asked, turning towards his older brother from chatting with Germany about pasta for lunch. “Shit!” Romano said, eyes widening. Before anybody could ask what the problem was, gunshots rang throughout the building. “Duck and cover!” England yelled, diving under the table with a few other nations following suit. Everyone found a place to hide except for the Italians who stood in the middle of the room, looking at the door with narrowed eyes (North Italy had his eyes open). Romano pulled Feli behind him and reached towards something hidden in his back pocket. Men in black suits and ties busted through the door and crashed through the windows, surrounding the two. “Lovino Vargas. You have failed to attend an important meeting with the Boss and he isn’t all to happy. So we are here to rid of you.” A man in the front said, gun locked onto South Italy’s head. “Not if I dispose of you first.” Was all Lovi said before he pushed Feliciano away and pulled out two guns, shooting the whole front row. Feli pulled out his white flag and threw it towards his brother who caught it gleefully. “Now I can finish the job!” Lovi purred, eyes darkening. Everything slowed down as Lovi shot at different people, reloading in 3 seconds before attacking once again. Before long, there was only one person left. It was a teenager by the looks of it who stood shakily in the pile of bodies. “Go back and tell the boss if he tries a stunt like this again, he’ll be next.” The kid nodded quickly before rushing out of the room. “Should you really be ordering your boss around?” Italy asked walking over and picking up the bloody flag. “This is the mafia Feli. I’m not afraid to challenge him when the time comes and the time is slowly ticking down for the old man.” Lovino said, pocketing his guns and walking over to the bodies. “What should we do with them? Anyone in the mafia doesn’t have a family to return to or bury them for that matter.” “How about burning?” Feli asked, walking over to stand next to his brother. Lovi gave a small hum, thinking about the option. “That could work. Destroy all evidence. How are we going to get the bodies back home without someone noticing?” “We can always ask our other boss for help! He knows this happens anyway.” Feli said, pulling out his phone. “Fine. We’ll need at least two moving trucks to take them to our house.” South said looking over as his brother called the boss and ordered two carry away trucks. “L-Lovi? What did you do!” Spain asked, eyes wide with horror. “Just getting rid of the mafia bosses little puppets. Well, except for the kid. Looked like a new one, can’t go killing new people.” “What do you have with the Mafia boss if I may ask? And why does he need to kill you?!” England asked. “Oh that. I work for him, though probably not for long once I see see him again, and I missed a meeting between us so he got pissed and sent a bunch of fucking unprofessional retards to deal with his dirty work.” “You work for the mafia? And what do you mean by unprofessional retards?” America asked curiously. “Why would you bring only one gun to a fight between a person that responds directly to the head boss himself and has been in the mafia for hundreds of years. Like I said, retards.” “Fratello~! The trucks are here!” Feliciano sang as a group of men came in and took the bodies away. “Take them to our house. We will deal with the corpses later.” South Italy said as the men left before turning around to stare at the other Nations. “Now don’t we have a meeting to continue?”