The rain began shortly after Lovino left, picking up greatly. Stepping out of the car one of the two gunmen held up an umbrella for him, keeping him dry as he walked the pathway toward the Frenchman's home. All lights were off and Lovi sincerely hopped the man was man was home. If not he'd wait. He knocked loudly and waited a moment, hoping a light would flicker on or a silhouette would appear against the window. Nothing happened and he knocked once more, a scowl pulling his lips down. "Knock down the door," He ordered, having no patients to be subtle. He stepped back as the door was kicked down then walked in, eyes looking all around. "Francis?" He called, then turned as he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

The lights came on and down came Francis, dressed for bed. "L-lovino?" He looked shocked, clearly not expecting the Italian in his home. His hair was frazzled and his eyes still had a bit of sleep in them. He glanced to his broken door then narrowed his eyes, casting a glare to the younger man. "What do you want?"

"You know what I'm here for. Antonio told me." Lovino growled.

"And just what did he tell you?" Francis quirked an eyebrow, balling his left hand up.

"That you have something that belongs to me." Lovi took a few steps forward and Francis went backward a few steps, up the stairs. "Don't ask what it is. Just hand it over and-shit!" The Frenchman had ran up back up the stairs, leaving the amber-eyed Italian stunned momentarily. He growled and tore his way after him, shouting in Italian with his two goon's after him. "Francis! Get out here right now!" Pulling his gun out, he went down the hallway and opened each door, gun at the ready. "Damn snail, sucking bastard, where'd you go?" He growled, eying the last door. With both of his men at his side he opened the door and aimed, walking in slowly. Francis was no where to be found. "Don't let your guard down, he's in here somewhere." He mumbled, passing an open closet.

"That's correct, Lovino." The door shut and he heard a cocking noise and felt the cold metal of a gun press against the back the of his head. "Call your dogs off, chien." He ordered.

"Go back downstairs," Lovino growled. The two men complied, leaving out the room. Francis smirked and grabbed the gun out of Lovino's hand, placing it behind him.

"Looking for this?" He asked, holding out his left hand. Around his middle finger was a gold ring, a silver, diamond encrusted band streaking through the center. In the middle of the ring was a large diamond, the facets embedded within turned into a 'V' shape. "Antonio was an idiot for giving it to me at such a low price. But he was frightened he would be found out. I guess he had a right to be."

"You bastard, that ring doesn't belong to you." The Italian snarled. This was not a position he was used to being in and was shaking in anger. What he wouldn't give to just shoot the blond bastard in the face and get this night over with. But it would end sooner or later.

A cry of thunder sounded from outside as the Frenchman laughed and turned his hand as though letting Lovino admire the stolen goods. "It is now and there is nothing you can do about it." A shot then rang out and Francis screamed, dropping to the floor. He moaned in agony, grabbing his now bleeding leg and started cursing in French.

"But I can!" Lovino turned around to see his brother smiling at him like always, waving his hand. "Ciao, fratello. I'm sorry I'm late but I guess I kind of got here right on time." He said cheerily.

"You idiot!" Lovino growled at him, bending over to swipe the fallen gun from the floor beside the bleeding man. "What if he would have shot me? Then what would you have done?"

"S-sorry, fratello." Feli apologized, looking downward.

"Idiot," Lovino repeated, stepping on Francis' arm and bent down to looking him in the face, striking him three times with the butt of his gun. "Now, you wino bastard, give me three good reasons why I shouldn't kill you right now?" he snarled.

"I-i..." There was panic in the blond's eyes, definitely not expecting his night to go this way. He never thought that tonight he'd be pleading for his life.

"Tick-tock, bastard. I don't have all night here. I'm starving and want to go home." Lovi growled, pressing the gun against Francis' head.

"I-i can pay you back!" Francis stuttered, eyes wide. "D-double what the ring cost."

"We don't need your money." Lovino said, cocking the gun. The blue-eyed man gulped loudly, beginning to pray in his head.

"Alright...I-i...I can work for you. I'll be your own p-personal errand boy."

"One more try," Lovino aimed the gun in the middle of Francis' forehead and that's when he knew he wasn't going to live. No matter when he said, he was going to die tonight. With a scowl he furrowed his brows and spat directly at the Italian.

"Rat," He growled.

"Wrong...answer..." Blood splattered through the room, coating the Italian in the red liquid. Tucking the gun between his belt he wiped the offending goo off of his face then plucked the ring off of the dead man's finger, placing it on his own.

"Come on, fratello. Let's go home. I'll make you some pasta." Feliciano said, wiping his shoes clean with a handkerchief.

"It better have extra tomatoes." Lovino said, exiting out the room. Just another night with the Vargas boys: A little blood here, some pasta there and all in all it was a normal night.

A/N: So ends my mafia two shot. I will definitly be writing more about the Italian mafia though. Yandere/Mafia Italy/Romano just make me squee and we need more of it! Who's with me? MORE MAFIA ITALY/ROMANO! -Fist in the air- Alright, I don't think I got enough sleep last night so I'll stop this weird author's note now. Please review! ~Ciao! Love Stripes.