"So, you're Antonio."
The young Italian smirked, glaring atthe Spanish man then to his younger twin brother.
"Well, what do you think fratello?"
"I like him. He seems nice."
''We're not looking for nice, we want trustworthy."
"Oh yeah."
The older Italian looked back over to the nervous Spanish man.
''Can we trust you?"
"Si."
"Hmmm, I'm still not fully convinced. Yet, you do have an impressive background. I think you're Mafia material."
"G-Gracias. I assure you I won't let you down."
"Of course you'll need a name."
"Name?"
"What the others will call you to keep you safe. To makethe names easy to remember, we call them by what country they're from. You will be Spain, understand?"
"Si. What should I call you two?"
"I'm Romano and he's Veneziano."
Spain nodded, gazing into Romano's light brown eyes. The mature Italian's smirk disappeared.
"Please do keep in mind that if you betray us and I'll personally kill you myself."
Spain's eyes widend and he gulped nervously.
"S-Si. I understand."
"Good."
He picked the phone, pressed a button and started talking to someone on the other end.
"Belgium."
"Y-Yes, sir?"
"Please come show Spain to his room."
"Right away, sir."
He hing up, staring at Spain for a moment the quickly turning his attention to his brother, who was playing around with some paper.
"What are you doing?"
"Origami! Kiku taught me before he went back to Tokyo."
Moments later, a small woman with green eyes, wearing all black with a small red ribbon in her light blonde hair walked in. Veneziano noticed her and jumped up.
"Ciao Belgium!"
She jumped a little at the sound of his loud, childish voice and waved shyly at him.
"Hello Mr. Veneziano. Please come with me, Spain.''
The brunette man left with the blonde woman, following close behind and trying not toget lost in the huge building.
"Um...Belgium?"
"Yes?"
"How old is Romano?"
"He's 16, but he insists that he's older since he's in charge."
"16? Really? If he's that young, why is he in charge of the entire Italian mafia?"
"Please, Spain. I can't say too much about his past. If I do, I'll get in trouble."
"Why?"
"He doesn't like to talk about it. Romano refuses to let anybody know a lot about his childhood."
"Oh. Why are you here, senorita?"
"I'd rather not say."
"Oh, sorry..."
She continued walikng and lead him through a door. The room they had entered had two bunk beds with three people already inside. Belgium shyly smiled at Spain and closed the door.
"Um...Hola?"
The three other men glared at him. One jumped down from the top bunk and smirked. He was albino, white hair and crimson eyes.
"Sup? I'm Prussia. This is France"
He pointed to a blonde with shoulder-length curly hair and blue eyes that Spain thought were checking him out.
"AND this is West!"
He walked over and wrapped his arm around a scary looking man with blonde hair slicked back and calm light blue eyes.
"I'm Germany, please ignore my bruder here."
"It's nice to meet you. I'm Spain."
Prussia jumped up and nudged Spain.
"So what brings you to Italy, mi amigo?"
Spain laughed a little at the man speaking Spanish with his thick German accent.
"I figured I should check out the country of the Mafia. With my past and experience I thought I'd have a chance."
"Well, first impressions are everything. How did Mr. Romano act when he saw you?"
"He smirked a lot, and stared me down."
The other three men stared at him like he'd just killed someone, Spain felt very uncomfortable.
"What?"
The frenchman walked up.
"Be careful, mon ami. He wants you for his very own."
"And that means?"
Germany spoke up finally.
"It means that he wants you to serve him and ONLY him. Not Veneziano, just him. Having to do WHATEVER he wants."
"You know from experience?"
"Veneziano looked at me the same way when I started. Since I'm his servent we got really close."
Prussia jumped up and put his much taller younger brother in a head lock.
"West has the hots for Veneziano!"
"S-Shut up! I do n-not!"
Prussia let go and climbed back onto his bed, smiling at Spain.
"You're special, bro. Romano NEVER gets close to people. I'm suprised he actually wanted a personal servent. The only person he opens up to is Veneziano."
The Spanish man nodded taking the top buck above France's. ' I'm special? Maybe if we get close enough maybe he'll tell why he's running this place while still so young. Romano he's secretly upset, I just know it.' Spain thought as he drifted to sleep after the long trip from his place to Italy. 'Romano...he looks so lonely. I hope he likes me enough to open up to me so we could be friends. I should ask him tomorrow!'