Memories of Old

Chapter 31: General Summer

Chapter 31: General Summer

I was sure that the next memory would start with the World Wars, but to my surprise it showed Lovino and Feliciano sitting at a table, dressed very well. The tension in the room was palpable, and the other men across from them were dressed in equally expensive suits.

"Oh, shit." I cursed, sharing a look with Romano. "I forgot about this."

"To be honest, I was hoping it wouldn't be brought up." He sighed.

"Would you mind explaining?" England raised a large bushy eyebrow.

"This is a very important mafia meeting between the Vargas Family, which is us, and a rival family who was at roughly the same power level at the time. It was supposed to be a meeting to discuss a peace treaty and possible alliance." I explained.

"But?" America pressed.

"It didn't go to plan." Romano glared at the Don sitting at the table across from the twins.

"As entertaining as this meeting has been, I find myself unable to fully agree to the terms of this arrangement." The man spoke, and the twins tensed, along with the three men behind them.

"Nice knowing you." The man smirked as he stood. One of the guards that'd been near Feli, shot him in the head, and the Italian pitched sideways off his chair, dead. Romano looked at the other men.

"Oh, you really shouldn't have done that." He said, cracking his knuckles. The men held him at gunpoint, as the other Don laughed.

"Ow." Feli shook himself as he straightened in his chair, making the men pale drastically. A small clink was heard as the bullet fell to the table. Feli casually wiped the blood from his brow with his napkin. "Aw, you made me ruin my nice suit~" Feli spoke in a politely disappointed tone, like someone had accidentally spilled pasta sauce on his pants by accident.

"Wh-what the hell are you?!" One of the men demanded. Even Feli and Lovi's own men seemed unnerved, but they hid it well.

"We are the Vargas Brothers. Dons of the Vargas Famiglia. The Crimson Wolf and the Golden-eyed Devil. We are your Death." They spoke in sync.

Suddenly, gunfire filled the room. The three men behind Feli and Lovi started firing at the rival Don, while the twins were taking out his cronies.

As quickly as it began, the fight was done. The man had escaped, and the men he'd left behind to cover his escape were dead. "Fuck!" Lovino cursed, before he gave a small hiss of pain, his hand clapping the back of his neck as his eyes widened in sudden realization and fear.

"Fratello?" Feli turned to see his brother holding a dart in his hand, and he paled. The scene faded out as Lovino crumpled to the ground.

"Were you just poisoned?!" England's abrupt question reminded the nations about something important.

"Ai! Romano! You're mortal to poison!" Spain flitted around his charge like a worried mother.

"Oi! I'm fine, now. You can thank Veneziano for that." He roughly pushed Spain away, embarrassed.

The scene faded back in to show Lovino laying in a bed. His face was flushed, and his breathing was labored. Lavi was a ghost image beside Feli, while Luci was corporeal, currently changing the wet rag that was placed on Lovi's forehead.

"I was able to counteract the poison enough to buy us some time." Feliciano said, pulling a pack over his shoulder.

"You sure about this?" Lavi asked, looking worried.