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RomanoXReaderX(2P!)America: Strange Love (Ch. 5)

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RomanoXReaderXAmerica: Strange Love (Ch. 4)
{Warning: Slight cussing}

You wake to hear chuckling, "Good work Enzo, Lazzaro. She should prove to be very useful. Shame how long she's been out. You sure she's still alive?" You immediately cringe at that voice. It just has an undertone of foul intentions. You groan as you feel a throbbing in your head.

"Oh? The princess is awake." You open your eyes to see a middle aged man staring down at you, a smirk clearly present. You furrow your eyebrows at him.

"Who… Who are you?" His smirk grows. He stands to his full height, 6'4, and looms over you.

"Me? Who am I? I am your superior. The one who decides if your valuable enough to be kept alive or not. I am Marcello De Luca, the boss of the De Luca family. And you bella, are going to be bait."

His blue-gray eyes stare straight down at you as if determining something. He turns his back to you, focusing his eyes back to 'Enzo' and 'Lazzaro'.

"You two, take her to her assigned room." Marcello then walks out of the room, leaving you with only two of his many pawns.

Enzo looks at Lazzaro and nods. Lazzaro walks over to you and gently grabs your wrist. As Enzo walks out of the room, leading you two, Lazzaro follows.

"Listen, I'm sorry about this. Boss says you're very important. Even though Enzo only thinks of you as some thing we have to look after to get paid, but I know differently. I was the one who has been looking after you this past week." Lazzaro whispers so only you and he can hear.

"Then why are you here, in the mafia if you know differently? No offence but, your boss seems pretty coldhearted." You whisper back glancing at him.

He looks ahead before returning his attention to you. "I'd have to tell you later. We're almost to your room."

"Lazzaro! Stop lagging; get your ass up here!" Enzo yells, making you flinch at the cold tone it has.

Lazzaro paces himself so he easily catches up to Enzo.

Your eyes shift from Lazzaro to Enzo. They both look so different. Enzo has short brown hair that's styled up in the front and forest green eyes. He's built rather athletically and stands at about 6'5. He also seems to be in his early twenty's.

Lazzaro has brown hair that fades to blond. It looks rather messy and his fringe looks windblown across his forehead, complementing his warm blue eyes. He has a lean, yet strong figure and stands at 6'1. He seems only a couple years older than you so you assume he's 19.

'If he's only 19, then why is he in the mafia? He doesn't look related to Marcello so he can't be the next heir… What did he do?'

You nearly crash into Lazzaro when he comes to a halt. You realize this is where you'll more likely be staying while you're here.

"Hey Enzo, I'm guessing I'll be watching over her right?" Lazzaro questioned, his eyes showing a strange emotion.

"Duh. I'm not going to watch over her so you'll be her guardian. I'll just get the things she needs. I'll be back later." Enzo walks off with a wave of his hand, leaving you with Lazzaro.

"Okay (Name)! Let's check out your- eh, our room!" Lazzaro opens the door and drags you inside, slamming the door shut.

You glance around and gasp. It was like a hotel room; the only thing missing was a kitchen. The room you were currently standing in was a living room, having 2 small halls that led to your rooms. The halls were separated enough that a plasma screen tv could be placed against the wall.

That was to the right of you as a dining room was to the left. Were they going to make you eat here too? Maybe it was so you didn't know your way out if you escaped.

"Don't worry; you'll only eat in here if you're bad or if you want to." You glance over at Lazzaro who sends you a gentle smile.

You nod before walking to the room closest to you. Once you enter you see two other doors. You assume one's the bathroom but what's the other one…? You grasp the doorknob, twist your wrist, and freeze.

It was a closet! A fahking* walk in closet! You notice however, there were no clothes.

"Don't worry; Enzo is getting you some clothes right now." You look over your shoulder to see Lazzaro hovering over you, the previous smile still present.

"How does he know my clothes size?" You questioned.

Lazzaro sighs, "Actually, he's going back to your house. He'll get all your clothes, a few books, your laptop, and anything else he seems fit.

"Oh, and if you do have a laptop, you'll have to be rewarded for internet access. But don't think that I won't be training you in the meantime, if your friend doesn't come for you, you'll become a part of the De Luca family."

Tears form in you (color) eyes at the sound of that. Lovino will come for you! Alfred will! Hell, even the Bad Touch Trio would! Right…?

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"What?!" An outraged Italian slams his hands down on his grandfather's desk, scaring his twin brother.

"Lovino… I'm sorry but there is nothing we can so right now. Our hands are tied. We don't even know what the De Luca famiglia wants with her." The current boss of the Vargas family had told his grandson, in hopes to calm him down.

"How can you say that? How can you not see why they want her?! They're going to use her against us, against me! Si sa per quanto tempo sono stato in amore con lei!" Lovino chokes up and looks down, trying to hold back a sob.

Grandfather Rome, who had gained that nickname for his love of the ancient country, closes his eyes, feeling the pain of his grandson.

It was true. Even though you had only met Lovino, you had actually bumped into him four years ago when he was on his first mission. He had then done all he could to keep an eye on you without looking suspicious.

They had even moved to their HQ out in (Place) just so he could be closer to you. Even though Rome had not always been with his grandson, he knew how strong his grandsons feelings for you were.

"Listen Lovino-"

"No! I can't listen anymore! You do what you want. I'm going to be training. Come and find me when you have a fail-proof plan ready."

With that said, Lovino walks out of his grandfather's office, slamming the doors shut. Said grandfather sighs.

"Grandpa Rome-"

"Feliciano, start training. The only way he'll stop this is when (Name) is safe again."

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"Fuck!" Alfred clutches his hand, trying to stop the crimson fluid from flowing out of his hand.

He pants and looks up at the needle-filled dummy. He wasn't being careful enough and sliced open his hand. Over the past week he's been training nonstop, but hasn't made much progress.

"You know, I hate to see you struggle Alfred. Plus I miss (Name). Tell you what, come with me, and I'll make you stronger." A familiar English accent states behind him.

He growls and turns around, facing his elder brother. "Oh? And how do you plan on doing that? With your magic?"

"Actually, yes. Please, follow me." Arthur begins to lead him into their house, and down into the basement.

Alfred's eyes widen at the sight. There were so many bookcases pilled with tons of books. Bottles filled with strange, and glowing, substances. What appears to be an alchemy table. And also a strange design on the middle of the floor.  

"Now, just step into the middle of that… design, and we can begin."

Alfred does as he is told and watches Arthur pull a black book out from one of the many bookcases.

"Now, stay still chap and this will be over in seconds." Arthur smiles. He opens the book and flips through the pages, stopping on the on desired.

He begins chanting in some other language, one that vaguely sounds like Latin. A glow emanates from the circle Alfred was in and begins to form around him.

Alfred soon feels his eyes burn, and head itch. He doubles over as a searing pain passes through his body. He tries to tell Arthur to stop, but he ignores Alfred and continues chanting.

After a few minutes, Alfred begins to feel stronger, both physically and mentally. Arthur stops his chanting and the glow begins to fade.

As Arthur waits for the bright magical light to fade from his brothers body, he begins to hope this spell won't last long. If it does… then God, help Alfred's enemies.

Alfred gets up onto his hands and knees. He begins chuckling as he slowly stands. He hears a loud bang and looks up to see Arthur's book on the ground.

"Aww, what's wrong brother? Scared of the darker me? Well, you should be glad I'm not here for you." He stares into Arthur's quivering green orbs.

He glances at some weird mirror on the wall and grins. His outfit is now darker, his dusty blond hair now a reddish-brown, and his gorgeous blue eyes… now a bloody crimson.

'Yes,' Arthur thinks, 'May god help us all…'
Yay~! An update to the story~! :iconiloveitmoreplz:

Sorry, I got really distracted and the version I was originally going to post got deleted, so~ yeah! You get this~!

America turns into his 2player side~ Exciting! And for future chapters, once the reader is safe again should America stay 2p or do you guys want him back to normal? I won't make you decide since that wont be for a few chapters but think about it.

Credit goes to the original artist~!

Translations

-Famiglia: Family

-Si sa per quanto tempo sono stato in amore con lei!: You know how long I've been in love with her!


~Chapters~

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:bulletblue: 3 :bulletblue: [link]

:bulletred: 4 :bulletred: [link]

:bulletblack: 5 :bulletblack: Here~!

:bulletwhite: 6 :bulletwhite: [link]
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