Di Mafia e Matrimonio 2- Mafia!RomanoXMafia!Reader

Di Mafia e Matrimonio

Mafia!RomanoXMafia!Reader
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Capitolo II
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Previously,

"You will marry the Vargas heir, Lovino Vargas." He said. Quiet gasps were heard as your eyes nearly bulged out of your sockets."And so The unification of the contract will be official once the wedding is held."

All the men started talking simultaneously before your father lifted his hand once again to quiet them down.

"...What?" You squeaked in disbelief once the noise died down.

This was not good.

not good at all.

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Your father sighed, stabilizing himself before continuing his explanation. He looked at you."You will represent our family and unify our families to become a one corporation-"

"NO!" You yelled out, your voice echoing throughout the silent mansion, shocking everyone from your outburst.

"W-what?" Your father gaped, half shocked, half angrily, but mostly out of surprise.

"I AM NOT MARRYING ANYONE!" You yelled out, your hands forming tight fists, your knuckles turning white from all the pressure and your face turning red from frustration and newly forming tears.in the corners of your eyes.

"___-" your father tried to reason.

You furrowed your eyebrows, an upset and cloudy look overcoming your face. "Pa... do you not love me? are you seriously going to arrange marriage for me? with a stranger? with the enemy?" You said venomously before looking at him at the eye and bursting out. "I don't want this!" you cried without letting him answer. "I... wanted to find a nice guy, fall in love, then... marry." you explained aloud,tears falling down your face, making you look truly disgraceful.

Regretting ever raising your voice, but you couldn't stop.

"___, I-" Your father recovered from your outburst before looking away from you. "Its for the best." he said quietly. everyone nodded, alongside him, agreeing. "Believe me, i don't want this for you." He said looking at you with a pained expression. You quickly looked towards your mother, her face full of regret. "I don't want to sacrifice you, hell, i do not want to involve you in this but its either this or we will lose more men... I don't want either of that." Your father spoke again, as softly and sternly as he could, trying to reason.

He seriously did not want to give his only beloved daughter to bastards like them.

Yet, he had to put a stop to all the men who were dying in this intense family battle, which was business.

"Yet you are still doing it, are you?" You mumbled, trying to stop with all the fighting. your voice hurting. you had been rude. Very rude, and loud.

"Stop being selfish." He said, fed up with your attitude, as he heard you, personally, if everyone wasn't around, he’d teach you how to hold your tongue, but because you were his beloved daughter.. . "Men are dying!"He yelled.

And it was true.

"Selfish?! Me?!" You reproached back before raising your voice, knowing this would only sink you deeper in trouble. "You're doing this for business,don't lie! I am not that dense in this business-"

Which was also... particularly true.

"____. Enough</b>!" You mother yelled out, startling everyone. "Do not disrespect your father like that! He's your father. His commands are FINAL."he boomed at you. You wiped your tears and snotty nose.

"...I-I am sorry..." You said quietly in a small voice, scolding yourself for going overboard. yet, you wanted to give your point across.

You wanted to just run away that moment.

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Great idea.

"Thank you." Your mother sighed. "you may continue, Dear." she said motioning your father.

"Thank you, schnookooms." Your father smiled at his wife, him being distracted for a second, you sneaked out to the left. "Well, now that that is settled, I wanted to congratulate our brother Matthew-" he said, before noticing you we're not there. "___?" He said.you walked faster.

"There she goes!" Someone cried, giving you the cue to run hell outta there.

"Milady!" Michelle, your maid cried,running after you.

You father frowned at his men before spitting. "Well, Don't just stand there...!-" His men starting to run after you. your bodyguards in between them.

"Wait!" Your mother cried, freezing everyone. Your father turned.to her with a frown. "Let her go, she might calm down and come to her senses,i dont think 200 men following her will make her feel any better." Your mother reason, even if she was the one who scolded you, she still loved you. "I think some alone time will be alright."

Your father sighed. "Honey, But-"

"She's a big girl now, a young woman, she can take care of herself, can't she?" You mother smiled warmly. "and if she can't, we didn't raise her well." She said, crossing her arms against her chest. "Do not worry, she'll come to her senses, she knows its the best for the family."

"Family always comes first, anyways." Your mother smirked, making your father sigh in defeat.

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"Milady! Milady, please come back!" Michelle, Chelles, cried in anguish as she ran behind you.

"No!" you yelled as you continued running towards the gate.

"You have to marry Signore Lovino, it's for the best!"

"Shut up!" You cried, running as fast as you could in your dress and high heels. "I won't be marrying to that bastard Lovino!" You spat out. "Marrying into the enemy is absolutely ABSURD!"

"Milady-" Your maid tried to reason.

"NO! I HATE THIS!" You said, arriving at the gate. dead end, as it was locked. "I don't want this!" you said burying your head in the cold metal of the gate,tears streaming. "leave me alone!"

"Milady..." Michelle said softly before carefully choosing her words. "I know this might be outrageous of me, but... Wouldn't this be the best...?"

"Oh, you agree to, Chelles." You said bitterly and coldly, feeling defeated and officially alone."Fucking great."

"No...! No, not like that Milady..." .she sputtered, her hazel eyes widening, and her tan skin visibly paling.

"Leave me alone."

"But." she tried to reason one last time.  "Weren't you the one who said... Family is everything... and technically speaking... wouldn't this be betraying the family...?" she said slowly, the words piercing you like knives.

That was true.

very true.

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"..."

"...Milady?" she mumbled.

"...I'm going out." was all you said, back to your old self again, taking out your key and unlocking the gate.

"Eh? Should i come along with you?"she lifted her brows. "Or should i call the boys?".she asked.

"No." you shook your head, looking through your (h/c) bangs."I wanna take a breather- alone. Think things through." you said softly; giving her a smile. "I'm gonna be okay, don't worry."

"...Are you sure?" she asked warily.

"Yeah." you sighed. regaining yourself. "and do remember, i'm the heiress of a mafia-- i'm pretty sure some skill has inherited to me, right?" you grinned cockily.

"You’re right." She giggled, happy that there was no more yelling. just peace.

"Oh, and Michelle?" you said as you headed out the gate.

"Yes?" she said.

"Thanks." you said before running out to god knows where.

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One Hour Earlier.

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"Fucking Damnit..." a certain heir of the Vargas family cursed under his breath, Lovino Vargas.

Today was not a good day, he could say.

"What's-a wrong, Fratello?" His twin, younger brother, Feliciano asked worriedly through his closed eyes. "You look down; Are you hungry?" he said, offering you some of his pasta.

"No." Lovino answered.

"Si, Que te pasa, Romano? What's wrong? You seem even downer than usual." Lovino's Personal pain in the ass- 'bodyguard' called him by his nickname. "since last night." The Spaniard mused.

"Shuddup. You bastard." Lovino growled at Antonio, the Spaniard, his ‘dutiful bodyguard’. "And for the record, downer ain't a word, stupid."

what.

"...Sorry." Antonio smiled, before placing a card on the table. 'Wait, it is a word...' Antonio thought, yet he didn't want to start arguing,

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"...You have a 5?" He said before Lovino finally spoke.

"OK. If you guys must know, I'm getting married." He said, leaning his head against the table.

"Eeeh? Isn't that a good thing?" Feliciano said happily. "Congratulations-a, Fratello!" Feliciano started clapping in glee, Ludwig his bodyguard started clapping softly alongside him.

"Oh, that." Antonio chuckled, patting Lovino's back in comfort.

"Stop clapping Damnit!" Lovino glared. "It's an arranged marriage with a woman i don't even know the name off." He dragged on his words, un-interestedly. "just that its for business and that that dickhead of a nonno said so."he cursed his grandfather, current head of the family.

From all the things, his grandfather had decided, Arranged Marriage.

Another Woman.

Couldn't he, like, choose his damn wife by himself?

"Well, you could have known her name if you would have stayed the whole meeting thing." Antonio smiled awkwardly, still patting Lovino. remembering that Lovino walked out of the meeting as he 'didn't want to hear anymore.bullshit'.

"Shuddup. you're not helping." Lovino said in monotone.

"Sorry." Antonio apologised, again without meaning it. Lovino stood up and headed or the door. "Hey... Romano... where are you going?" The Spaniard asked.

"Away from you." Lovino huffed, making Antonio wince. "don't follow me if you know what's good for youse... family or not. capiche?" Lovino warned everyone in the Billiards room. Who consisted of him, Antonio, Feliciano, Ludwig, Feliciano's bodyguard and some other creeps playing cards.

Feliciano pouted before big cut of."But, Fratello-"

SLAM

"So, Should-a we follow him?" Feliciano asked Antonio.

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"Alright~ let's just finish this game."Antonio grinned, putting a 7 on the table, making someone groan.

"Okay~!" Feliciano smiled.

" …You two don't know a threat if it hit you in the face..." Ludwig sighed at the supposed 'Second boss' and 'bodyguard' before taking another swig of his beer.

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Present hour

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"Stupid family business. stupid arrangements. stupid Lovino vargas." You cursed under your breath as you stomped around town in your short black pencil skirt, matching suit and 5 inch heels; which you could say, were killing your feet as you had been walking around town aimlessly to downgrade your anger and rencor of arrange marriage.

Why did you hate the Vargas so much, you say?

Well, pretty much the same reasons as the rest of your family, really.

You hadn't met Lovino Vargas in person yet, nor even a photograph, but you could imagine Said Vargas to be able Arrogant, snobby, Womanising bastard with a cigar in his mouth, women on the side- just like the rest of his kind.

Or so they said, and you thought.

You'd never met them, since you were younger.

Your raging thoughts were interrupted by a not so courteous man trying to flirt with you.

"What's with the long face, hun, The boyfriend dumped ya?" The guy said, with a hand on your shoulder. "I can comfort ya if ya want-" he slurred before you grabbed him by the same arm and slammed him on the floor with a Judo move.

SMASH

"Listen You-" You hissed grabbing the hurting guy by his shirt, choking him. "you son-of-a-bitch, Hands off me if you still want your hands attached to your arms." you said pressing one of his hands with incredible strength. "Okay?"

"...okay...!" He cried, probably pissing his pants in fear.

"Now scram." you said letting him drop on the floor like a rag doll. "Before i call the police for attempt if sexual assault." you said dusting your hands, whilst the guy scrambled off the pavement floor and ran for his miserable life.

"...Gyaaah...!"

"Tcht." you huffed, continuing your aimless walk.

Where were you...

oh. Yes.

Your head was full of thought and your head was spinning with many things.

You then sighed for the millionth time that day.

Sure you loved your family and your men but you never had a real friend or something of that sort, a love or crush no less, you weren’t ready for marriage, to someone you didn’t know, you wanted your say too.

And, as cliche as it sounded, you always wanted a happy ending like those fairy tales your father used to tell you at night before bed.

==Flashback==

It was one of the nights your father was able to come tuck you in, as he had not business happening at the time, they were not many times but you cherished it.

“…and they lived happily ever, the end.” Your father said and he closed the book. You sighed in contentment. He then kissed your forehead and you giggled.

“Papa is I going to have happy ending like they did papa?” you asked with your childish innocence.

“…sure my princess, you will have a happy ending.” Your father smiled and tucked you in. “now go to sleep!”

“Really?” you wondered.

“Yes ___.” He walked to your door.

“And anything you want.” He said and went out the door. “Buono notte. Mio Amato” “Good night papa.” You yawned and fell to sleep.

//end of flashback//

Now I really doubt I'll ever have a happy ending.” You laughed dryly. “But what can I do? Orders were freaking orders.” You talked to yourself and you laughed, almost maniacally.

You then caught yourself and sighed again, reaching for your iPod earphones to listen to some music to distract yourself until you heard a scream.

"Have mercy, please!"

What?

Your eyes widened and you speedwalked to the source of the commotion. The end of an alleyway next to a long-time family grocery shop was established, years before you were born.

You hid behind a brick wall and observed whilst calculating what to do next. What you saw was one buff guy, armed with about 5 other men threatening an elderly couple you recognised as the owners of the small grocery store next to that same alleyway. You checked your sides, for your personal backup.

‘DAMN IT!’ you swore internally. ‘Oh freaking great!’ you grimaced inside, you had forgotten your guns and your other firearms with all the marriage commotion, apart from running off with incredibly unsuitable clothes for walking. Lets not talk about the shoes.

"Please have-a, mercy Signore; We don't have the money just yet--" 'The prices have risen, so our profit is very low-"

"Enough with the excuses. You've had enough time to come with the money."

"Sir-"

"Ironically, You start with the money and will end for the money." "My insincere apologies, Ma'am, Sir." "You'll forever be together in the afterlife."

“P-please give us some more time sirs!” The elderly woman cried, trembling and hugging her husband’s arm.

“Nope, times up, and it appears that your time is up too…” he smirked ad he and his men cocked his gun. The woman started sobbing harder and the elderly man was shielding her.

"Arrivederci-- OOMPH!"

"No ones-a, killing anyone in my watch." "You bastards should respect older people." A smooth Italian voice resounded from behind the Mafioso men.

"Who the Fuck--?!" "Agh-!"

Your eyes widened in surprise when you saw a guy there. He had brown hair and magnificent shining hazel-green eyes, from what you old see, he was tall, taller than you probably, not that tall-tall... He was also muscular, but not buff, but slim and absolutely not to forget, attractive.

You knew it wasn't time to start thinking these things; but a girl automatically starts seeing these things and,yeah.

He started fighting with the men in hand-to-hand combat to avoid hurting the couple with his fire arms.

Bullets and groans were heard all around the alley, him and his moves and the men with their guns.

It seemed like he enjoyed fighting- or not- but who could blame him; You were itching to get in and fight but you had to calculate the right timing- not to jump in and fight.

you kept on staring; the only thing on your head being:

What moves.

Suddenly more men came from behind. ‘Back up’ and he kept on fitting them. Alone. And they were starting to overwhelm him.

It was about 25 to 1!

“Run!” he screeched to the couple. They nodded and were successful at their escape. The guy was fighting for the couple alone there!

You were now really itching to help. And honestly you really wanted to get rid o the pent upped frustration and hit somebody.

Perfect opportunity.

You crept silently into the alley, dodging bullets and men with ease. before noticing a steel chain in the floor. you smirked and started swirling it in the air to gain speed before SMASH You smashed in on the back of two men, knocking the air out of them with the same chain. You then sneaked up behind two guys and knocked them unconscious with a kick on the head with your legs.

BAM

People took notice at you and started charging towards you with metal poles and bullets, automatically seeing you as a menace. You wasted no time before starting to fight in hand-combat style against many strong and buff men who we're now charging against you two.

“Oy, Macho boy, need any help?” you said while throwing a guy against the wall and cracking his arm with an arm lock, whilst crouching instinctively at the sound of a bullet coming your way before running behind him. Back to back.

The guy turned to look at you, shocked for a moment whilst fighting his own share of crooks; he then looked at both of you as how you guys were totally kicking some rear together.

He raised his brows. “Be careful then, ragazza.” He said after throwing a guy on the floor with a simple yet very effective jujitsu move and cracked the guys shoulders, making the guy squirm in pain and rapidly faint.

A guy suddenly launched at you and was about to shoot you when you dodged his ‘surprise’ attack easily and while he was distracted you took his gun swiftly and shot him, you then threw the gun away.

“I can take care of myself.” You said raising a well groomed brow, quickly running towards a stray gun on the floor and smirking, shooting a man who was about to 'surprise' attack you again in the back unsuspectedly without turning your head around. you grinned, feeling at home with the gun on your hands.

Specially because this was your family brand.

Ah. That cold, metal, lethal-weapon feeling

The Italian guy looked impressed and smirked back. “Let’s just take down these bastards already.” He said when he backed up to you, Two revolvers in hand. You nodded, gripping the metal chain in one hand and gun in the other. “With Gusto.”

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"Ha... Ha... How many people did we just fight against with.. ?"

"About a shitload."

"...Fair enough; I'm exhausted."

You two were now back to back, panting looking at all directions if any more people were coming, but as no one came you both collapsed in the cold cement floor, with about 25 guys around you two, unconscious.

"Woo, that was-a, exhilarating.". he said sarcastically.

"You're telling me, i've been wanting to get rid of my pent up frustration all day." you said truthfully, making him lift a brow.

"Now, You're telling me."

"Heh."

“Y'know, You fought-a pretty good Ragazza,I was impressed.” He looked to you. You smiled and responded. "specially fighting in those shoes." He said pointing to your black leather, 5 inch heeled Mary janes.

You were surprised yourself.

“Well, I was pretty impressed by your skills too; you just appeared out of nowhere.” You pointed out promisingly. "Brilliant."

"...Thanks..." The Italian mumbled and rubbed his neck in flattery, heat quickly arising in his cheeks.

“So... mind telling What were you doing near here? Or rather,how the hell did you appear so fast?” You exclaimed, remembering that the very guy next to you, had jumped from a roof? or something.

He looked at you with a ‘what-the-heck’ look and he laughed at your weird yet not annoying demeanour before confessing “...I was-a buying some tomatoes when I saw a guy In a suit come in the store and asked for a ‘word’ with the owners. I felt a little-a suspicious and followed…. And yeah.” He looked away and stood up from the ground, dusting himself.

"And i mean, the bastard looked like he was up to no good,I had to do something.” He then offered you his hand, which you smiled and accepted it.

In reality, Lovino had been going around the city in circles cursing every single person in his family mafia, preferably his Grandfather for the last 2 hours after he had walked out of his house and coincidentally found himself hungry and found a grocery store; the gang assault,  and the rest was actually true.

"I guess that's pretty sensible of you." you mused.

He looked at you, studying your face and silky (h/c) tresses unconsciously. “So… why-a were you there?” he asked you, giving you the question mark.

“Eh?” you cocked your head.

“Why did you come help me?” He asked, passing a hand through his thick chocolate brown locks, avoiding a certain section which had a weird stray curl. He also said it with half worry.

What if you didn't know how to fight and got hurt or something? He'd have to take care of you too.

Not that it was a bad thing, but it was stupid to jump in like that in such a situation.

But he was truly grateful for the help.

and truly, he was impressed by your kick-ass personality and talent. For a woman.

It totally blew him off.

“Um… because you looked like you could use help?” you said looking up at the sky, with a slight embarrassed blush creeping up your cheeks, trying to avoid any awkward eye contact.

“Idiot” he tapped your forehead softly, 'bringing your head from back in the clouds'. “What were you doing around here? Doesn’t seem like you live near this part of town.” He questioned.

"And you do?" you questioned back amused with his curiosity about you. He looked away. caught.

He was from the other extreme of the city.

How'd you guess?

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"Well, i didn't plan ending in this part of town... or in town for that matter. I kinda just wanted to take a breather from all that's happening to me, Family matters,  and" You started, trying to bring up a conversation from the now awkward silence. He lifted his head to pay attention to you.

"Surprise surprise , i somehow found myself ending here." You laughed at yourself. Truly, you didn't have any idea why you came to this part of town.

Fate maybe?

...But Why were you explaining this to a Stanger? Of course you were keeping a low profile on your real status.

But to tell anyone at all? You didn’t know why, but you felt like you could trust him.

But it's always good to not give out too much info.

"Family matters? You too?" He arched an eyebrow, adjusting his leather jacket and looking at you.

Strange how you had the same problem as him, he thought. But probably not as serious as his,he thought.

"Yeah..." You trailed off. The last thing you wanted to blurted out was that you-were-going-to-marry-the-heir-of-the-enemy-mob

“Mind-a telling me?” He asked. “If it’s ok with you.” He said before walking out of the ally with you beside Him.

'I hope that wasn't too forward.' He thought, cursing himself.

He found you oddly interesting and wanted to know more about you for no reason whatsoever.

You felt oddly chilled being next to him, and you felt like you had known this guy for years instead for a couple of minutes.

You nodded, trying to think of a good way to explain your situation without much detail. But you felt like toying with him for some reason.

“First you have to tell me your name.” You grinned, looking at him. "So you can stop calling me Ragazza." You smiled; making him blush in embarrassment of the truth. "What's your name?"

"N-name?" He sputtered like an idiot.

Smooth Lovino, Very smooth.

"Uh...." He struggled, Trying to actually, remember his name. but also thinking about his identity. "Lo-Romano, Call me-a, Romano." Romano said, telling you his nickname instead of his real name, and immediately regretting it.

"I’m ___." You reached your hand to greet him, which he shook back. "Romano... eh, like the sauce?" you laughed.

"...S-Shuddup..." He muttered.

It was always that joke.

Always.

You laughed a little Korea before opening your eyes, to find a man approving Romano from his back, your eyes widened before you could finish your sentence and warn him. "Roma...NO LOOK BEHIND YOU!"

"Waaaah?!" He screeched before jabbing his elbow to the guys stomach, knocking the air out of him. BANG "Sunnuvabitch." He spat turning his head towards the man who attempted and failed at surprise attacking and looking back at you with a commercial-appropriate shining pearl smile "G-Grazie."

"N-No worries." You sputtered;taken back by his smile. hid smile making him over x9000 times more appealing. you were about to say something before a long, loud, embarrassing sound resounded from your stomach. "Well-"

GROOOOOOOWL</I>

"Uh... I'm kinda hungry." you admitted in a small voice. Romano laughed.

"Kinda? your stomach sounded like a motherfreaking bear."He smirked, checking his watch. "But It's Lunchtime." He mused, feeling happy at the thought of food.  "Mind getting a drink somewhere with me? We could ah... talk over an espresso..." Romano said, immediately feeling shy and looking away from you."I-a... i know a place near Here if you wanna go..." He mumbled. "I-i'm not forcing you if you don't wanna..." Was all he could say before you cut him.off with a big hearty grin and big eyes.

"I'd like that." you cocked your head cutely.

Free food?

Coffee with this hunk?

Yes.

"R-really?" He said aloud. quickly covering his hands over his mouth and cursing under his breath once again.

"Yeah."

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After discussing things and what-nots, which were strictly classified as 'Arrangements' 'Business' 'Family Drama'. Which you both had your part to share about.

And not a matter more was spoken about that.

nor that both of you were, Heirs of Family mafias, unknowingly to you both.

Which would have it all very--- complicated, if each party knew they knew about this unknowable thing.

Bleh.

...Soon Family matters became food, to hobbies to tidbits about each other. both of you's wouldn't admit it but; you two were having the time of your lives with each other. Forgetting about all the compromises and things that had happened all in that same day.

As cliche as that sounded.

Also, interestingly both of you had many things in common,meaning many things to talk about.

But neither if you really think that you'd meet each other again.

of course; you two didn't know anything.

yet.

"You seem like an aficionado for coffee." You mused as he shot down his 4th? strong espresso shot. You couldn't really stand the strong stuff- A cappuccino was all that you needed.

"I am.” he said sipping his espresso. "Though i have tasted better coffee than this.".he mentioned with a disapproving huff, yet continued drinking "I'd even say i make better coffee than this."

"Ah." you said after putting your cappuccino down. "I'd like to try some of yours, if i could." you smiled invitingly. "And your cucine, as well, sometime."

Romano looked at you and lifted his brows. "Huh? Really...-" was all he could say before a trio of people barged in the small cafe noisily.

Well, two and a bystander.

"Fratello, Here-a you are!" An annoyingly familiar to Romano cried out in victory. You looked over where all the commotion was happening and was surprised to find a trio of suited men, one looking nearly exactly like Romano, a happy-go-lucky tan, green-eyed brunette and a tall, icy eyed, buff blonde man, behind the smaller Romano-look-alike.

"Shit." Romano muttered trying to hide unsuccessfully

"Hey Romano, don't run out like that! we were all really worried." The brunette said in a heavy Spanish accent.

The Romano-look-alike nodded before walking to your table. "We-a have been looking all over for-" only to be distracted by the woman in the table. You. "Oh, Ciao Bella~! What's your name?" He said looking at you and asking enthusiastically and charmingly.

Seemed like he didn't put much effort to it but it sure worked well.

"Uh..." you looked away awkwardly. Romano glared at his younger brother. his younger twin by an Hour and probably, mentally.

The tall buff blonde furrowed his eyebrows deeply in disapproval at the other Italian."...Feliciano, Stop flirting and just." He said grabbing Feliciano's shirt in a strong grip, and lifting him with ease. "Get to the point."

"Owwww! that-a hurts... Ludwig!" Feliciano cried as he choked by being lifted in the air by his hem by his best friend and bodyguard.

"Take your job seriously then!" Said Ludwig yelled. Feliciano nodded whilst tearing up a bawl.

"...um." you tried to speak again in the middle of things you didn't really understand; yet were really interesting.

"I thought-a i told you guys not to follow me." Romano hissed to his men venomously. "You're so Damn embarrassing..."

"Sorry." The brunette apologized, probably not even meaning it at all.

"Family?" You asked Romano, slightly amused. Those guys reminded you of your men, your bodyguards for that matter. Alfred, Arthur and Francis.

Those guys were just...

The definition of Crazy, Perverted, Diligent, hard working, talented, hatred and mentality all chucked in a blender and sprinkled with lots of stupidity.

"More like-a Pain in the ass's, but yeah." He mumbled before feeling two arms around each of his arms, alarming him.

"C'mon Romano! Time to get up, vamos, Pa’rriba~" The Spanish one said with a large grin, well, you thought so. the brunette quickly scanned your face and raised his brows.

He knew exactly who you were.

But he wouldn't say it aloud.

He grinned wider.

"Oy-oy-OY! Lemme go- You jerk-"

"Your grandfather is calling." The blonde German named Ludwig said flatly, grabbing Romano on his other arm.

"Fuck." Romano muttered a curse.

Not his grandfather.

The guy had no sense of respect Feliciano was his favorite and was one of thr biggest man-whores he knew.

And he totally treated him like dog Shit in his opinion. not even his Shit but the dogs.

Asshole of a grandfather, who was the Current head of the Vargas.

"It was nice to meet you" You smiled, knowing that your time with him was up. "I'd like to do this again sometime." you sighed half heartedly, knowing that that was a total lie.

"...yeah." Was all that Romano could say before waving a goodbye and being forced out the door.

You waved slowly before dropping your head down and stirring your capuccino slowly, your head full of things, once again.

Mainly consisting of two things.

The Marriage arrangement.

and.

Romano.

The guy seemed to understand you very much, he was also very interesting and seemed very skilled. Not to mention that he was one hot hunk of flesh.

Not that you'd say aloud.

Was this what they called, fun? a date? without having people at your back all the time? a crush?

But as enticing that was, both you and him knew it.

You two would never meet each other again.

Due to reasons.

But why had he made such an impression on you?

Now, all you had was your old life, with the Arranged marriage in plan.

'Family is first.'

Your intense thinking was interrupted by an arm around your neck and a muffled voice full of food.

"'Sup ____?" An American said cheerfully before biting his cheeseburger. The most childish and spoilt one of your men spoke.

"Alfred." you said monotonously.

Who you might have twisted his arm if he was some random other dude.

A guy with thick eyebrows frowned at Alfred. "Git, don't get all chummy with Milady-" He said before looking at you, who was looking at him. "Oh hello Miss ___-" The Englishman sputtered with a polite smile before being interrupted by a certain French, another one.of your bodyguards.

"Mon mademoiselle, We have come to pick you up, you have been gone for quite some time." Francis looked at you and smiled calmly.and maturely.

Don't let fool you, he wasn't always like that.

He could be as or more immature than the other two.

"...What the frog said." Arthur muttered haltingly at the French.

"Fine." you said standing up from your chair. "Let's go." you said before starting to head out. "I'm done with my coffee anyways."

"..."

"..."

"...Alright, Milady." The men said simultaneously before heading out behind her.

"She didn't even argue against it? Wow." Alfred said with cold sweat on his forehead. "Strange." he mumbled quietly.

"...Indeed." Arthur muttered, looking at you, with your eyes coldly fixed on the floor.

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Now back at the ____ Residence, you stepped in before finding your father, with a glass of red (wine) in one hand and a cigar in the other, visibly tensed on his shoulders.

"Father."

Your father visibly flinched.  You only used 'Father' when you were deadly serious. He turned to you and raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, Princess?"

"I made my decision." "I'll marry Lovino Vargas."

"...!" "Really?"

"Yes." "For the family."

"Marvelous! I'll contact Signore Rome, and we'll be able to reuin, and so, you'll meet Signore Lovino, next week, after all the new Pope festivities have past because i know that the Vargas are really strict Roman Catholics." Your father mused like an excited little man who won the lottery.

"Alright father." You said, feigned smiling.

"It's best if you meet him at least once beforehand before the whole ceremony. if not, it'd be too rash." He said motioning his hands for emphasis. "Y'know?"

<iHah.

Too Rash he says.

Not Meeting your arranged fiance at least once, is too Rash, he says.

You couldn't help but laugh.

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Internally.</i>

"...Yes Father." You said, internally biting your tongue to avoid a snidy comment. "Good night, Father." You said quickly turning your heel around before your father spoke.

"Night? it's barely 6pm." He reasoned.

"I'm tired. It's been a long day." You said turning youth head towards him.

"Alright. Fair enough." He chuckled before twirling his glass of wine and bringing it to his lips. "Good night." He said softly.

"Good night." You smiled faintly before turning your head back before walking a couple steps before your father spoke again.

"Oh, and ___." He said sternly.

"...yes?" you answered without turning your head around.

"The Family will be forever grateful for this." He said, raising his glass."you did the right thing." He said softly, still with his stern voice in place.

"...Overall, Family is first, right, Princess?" He questioned a question which its answer was always same in the ____ Family.

"...Yes Father."

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