Hetalia One-Shots

It's Not What it Looks Like

Romano gave a small, sadistic grin as he dragged the limp trash bag behind him. He was glad to have something to take his mind off things. Like being overlooked for his more cheerful brother. That was one of the reasons why he was happy to be a member of the mafia. No one knew of his… “Extracurricular” activities.  Spain and Feliciano questioned where he went sometimes but never got to far into their investigation as Lovi just blew them off and went to his room to sleep. His job this time was to exterminate a family of 4. A mom, dad, and two daughters. The father, Mr.Acerbi, had owed the mafia a total of $5,000,000 since 5 years ago and had yet to pay it back, even after numerous chances to do so. So the boss sent me in to finish the job. Permanently. After making the father watch his family slowly bleed to death from numerous stab wounds and having them dismembered, I proceeded to cut every limb off slowly as he tried to cry for help and mercy between the gag I had “generously” given to him. By the time I was done cutting off both his arms and one leg, I grew tired of his begging that had gotten considerably weaker and quieter, yet annoying all the same. Wanting to make him shut up, I slit his throat and listened to his dying gurgles as blood filled his mouth with contentment. He glanced at me with wide, scared eyes as the life slowly left them. After all that, I finished cutting him into pieces before throwing all of them into a large trash bag. The very one that was propped up against a tree as I dug a large grave. The iron smell of blood hung in the air as I threw the bag carelessly into the hole before covering it up with dirt, wiping off any fingerprints from the shovel and throwing it into a nearby bush. I had already cleaned the house of any prints, to make sure no one would be able to figure out it was me. I didn’t really care about the blood all over the carpet. No one would be going there anytime soon anyway. The nearby rustling of bushes being pushed to the side made me climb a tree to hide among the leaves. I stared in shock and horror as Spain walked out, looking around in curiosity and hope before deflating when he realized that whatever he was looking for wasn’t there. A hoot of an owl right next to my ear startled me as I fell out of the tree and into Spain’s line of sight. “Roma!” He yelped in shock and relief as I stood up, turning away so he couldn’t see the front of my uniform that had turned a russet color from all the blood. “What are you doing here tomato bastard?!” I spat, clearly showing how pissed I was. I was hoping to go back and report that the mission was done then going home for a shower and some sleep. Not that I wasn’t really expecting Spain to follow me the moment I left his house so soon after dinner. “You have been disappearing a lot this week. I got worried.” He feebly explained, taking a couple steps forward. “That still doesn’t give you a reason to follow me! Damn tomato bastard stalking me now…” I growled, grumbling the last part under my breath as my face grew a little warm. Even if I like Spain, I will not stand for stalking. That was just weird. “Why won’t you tell me what’s going on?!” Spain protested, grabbing my shoulder roughly and turning me around. He stopped and stared with wide eyes filled with terror as moonlight shone down on us, revealing my bloody clothes and the knife strapped to my waist. “W-Wha…” He stumbled over his words, backing up slowly as I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “It isn’t what it looks like Spain. I promise you, I didn’t kill those people just for the hell of it.” “But you still killed them! T-that’s just wrong! No matter the reason!” Spain cried, backing up more as I took a step forward. “And what about all those times you killed people?! All those wars! What about the time you were a pirate!” I snarled, my eyes glistening with concealed anger as he tried to make me look like a bad guy. “I had to! My boss ordered me to kill, and as a nation, I can’t go against them! But you! I know your boss would never have innocents killed!” Spain growled, looking fearfully as I pulled my knife from its strap. “Actually Spain, my boss did order it. Just not the one you know.” I spat coldly, putting emphasis on his name. He backed up more but I threw my knife into the tree right next to him, making him stop. “I wouldn’t go anywhere if I were you. That is, if you value your body parts and life.” I hissed quietly. A loud cry of help echoed through the empty forest before it was cut off abruptly.

(A/N: I don't know what I am doing anymore. I just write something and call it a one-shot. The next two chapters are going to be some random things about ships. Just taking a break from a full chapter. It shouldn't take too long to make them though. I guess you can expect a chapter either tomorrow or the day after. We'll have to see if I don't have a busy schedule.)