Shotguns in Their Roses (Hetalia)

They Hear It All

Romano was quite proud of himself, and his little brother too of course.

For the past few years, they had successfully emerged themselves into the Italian Underworld as Lovino and Feliciano Vargas, the twins brothers that were at the spear head of the mafia world.

But to the heads of the families, they were Italy Veneiziano and Italy Romano, the nation that could destroy everything that they had worked for. But at the same time, they were also the nation that protected them from exposure, the nation that kept an uneasy peace between the families, and the nation that would find and kill any traitor to any family without hesitation.

And the other countries didn't even realize it.

Sure, Romano knew that a few had suspicions, but honestly, who'd guess that this is what was really going on?

And even if someone did find out, who'd believe them if they said that the weak, cowardly Italy brothers were crime lords that killed dozens of their citizens?

Romano shook his head in slight, twisted awe. If someone had told him ten years ago that he and his brothers would murder their own people without remorse, work against their own government, and that they'd be called "The Hands of the Devil", he would've called the, fucking insane.

Yet, here they were.

"Oi Capo, dobbiamo andare a incontrare il signor Giovanni e il signor Saccio per aiutare a risolvere la controversia prima che i poliziotti coinvolti, ve."(Oi boss, we have to go meet Mr. Giovanni and Mr. Saccio to help settle their dispute before the cops get involved, ve.) Veneziano called to his brother, startling him from his daze.

"Sì, sì. Ehi ti ho detto di non chiamarmi così fretellino! "(Ok, ok. Hey I told you not to call me that little brother!) Romano replied, frowning. "Sì, Capo."(Ok, Boss.) The other replied, giving him a cheeky grin.

"Maledetto moccioso."(Damn brat.) Romano huffed, but he was inwardly smiling as the energetic, self appointed right-hand man known as his brother dragged him towards their destination.

He may had not imagined having this life for his brother or himself, but now he wouldn't have it any other way.

A Few Months Later****

"And that's why we should genetically engineer a giant super hero!" America closed, grinning expectantly at the other countries at the World Conference being hosted in Sicily. Just as England opened his mouth (presumably to rant angrily at the "heroic" country), the doors burst open and a man in dark dusty bloody suit ran in screaming something in Italian at the Italy brothers, who conveniently enough where seat right in front of the door.

The world barely had any time to react before another man ran in in the same state, only he had a gun and was aiming it at the other intruder.

But Romano and Feliciano stood up from their chairs as the rest of the countries froze.

And they very calmly ignored Spain and Germany's worried cries as they took out twin guns from their coats.

And the man with the gun paled dramatically as he spied the brothers.

And the brothers aimed at the man.

And Romano said "Signor Giovanni, you broke the truce." and the brothers shot.

And they hit dead on, and the man went down.

And silence fell on the room, broken only by the still living intruders cries of thanks to the brothers.

"WHAT IN HELL IS GOING ON?!" Germany screamed, leaping from his chair to the two along with Spain, but the brothers simply ignored them and stayed silent.

They knew that their time of secrecy was now over, but it was something that they knew would happen eventually.

But, they where surprised they weren't discovered after Italy Veneziano accidentally gave Germany a bouquet with shotguns hidden in the roses for Valentines Day.