RomanoXReaderX(2P!)America: Strange Love (Ch. 6)

RomanoXReaderX(2P!)America: Strange Love (Ch. 6)

"So (Name), how are you liking it here so far? It's been a week, are there any concerns you have being in the De Luca family?"

You press pause on your Xbox controller and look over at your new friend, Lazzaro. "Well, besides all of the work I have to do… It's not that bad. Of course, that's because you're here. If you weren't, this would be hell."

Lazzaro laughs and turns towards you, setting down his controller. "You think so? What makes me so cool?"

"You're not cool. You're awesome. Most of the people I've met have given me harsh looks or acted as if I don't exist. You… You're my only friend here and I thank the heavens for giving me that comfort in my time of need."

Lazzaro laughs again before grabbing his drink and chugging it. You roll your eyes and resume your game, resulting in his character being massacred.

Lazzaro freezes. He slowly turns toward you, baring a glare that can kill. You smirk and shrug your shoulders.

"That's for killing me last round."

He nods, still glaring until a knock on the door sounds. Lazzaro frowns and gets off the couch, walking over to the door.

When it opens you sigh. It's Enzo. You know he's here to take you to 'training'. All it really is, well to you, was unnecessary 'training'.

He was teaching you how to shoot a gun even though you've told him countless times, you already know how to shoot guns. Shotguns, pistols, sniper rifles, you name it. Your Father had already taught you how to shoot practically every type of gun since he was the sheriff of your town.

You stand, placing your remote on the coffee table. "Please Enzo, can't we do something other than shooting guns?"

When you're beside Lazzaro, Enzo glares at you. "That's not why I'm here (Name). I'm here because I'm getting you a… suit. To be a part of this family, you must be dressed like one. Now let's go."

Enzo grabs your arm, surprisingly gentle, and drags you away from Lazzaro. You quickly wave at him before stumbling.

"(Name) come on! Stand up straight or else you'll fall!" Enzo scolds. It's your turn to glare now, since it's his fault you're stumbling, but you refrain from saying so. If you disrespect him, the other members will look down on you… more than they do.

Soon you and Enzo were in a 'Supersonic Metallic Blue' 2012 Corvette Coupe and were driving down the streets. Of course no one would be able to recognize you since the windows were so tainted.

After watching the scenery pass for a few moments, you ask Enzo a question. "So Enzo, please tell me I don't have to get a dress or skirt. I'm not really a girly-girl so I will burn either of those if you even try to put me in one."

Enzo laughs, "Well, you will need to get one of them. You'll only wear it whenever there's a meeting. If you really want to, you can wear shorts or whatever under; you just have to wear it."

You pout, "Yeah, okay."

Twenty silence filled minutes later, you and Enzo were in a very fancy clothing shop. You were sitting down near the dressing room on a couch they supplied while Enzo was off looking for some outfits and refused you to help even though you're the one who'll be wearing them.

Soon, Enzo returns with five outfits. "Here, try these on. Make sure you come out to show me also."

You wave your hand as you walk into a stall, "Yeah, I know."

You place the folded clothes on a bench and begin undressing. You first try on what appeared to be a suit. It had a fitted (F/C) button up under the black blazer with matching slacks.

You frown at the slacks, but it looked good regardless. You walk out of the dressing room and walk over to Enzo. Once he examines you, he smiles.

"Well, I like the blazer and shirt just not the pants. Here," He hands you another black pair of pants, this one having denim feel to it. "Since you're more of a (Body) type, I think these will go more with your curves."

When you returned to the dressing room you quickly took of the slacks and examined the new pair of pants. They looked like a 'fancy' pair of slim jeans. You shrug and put them on.

"Damn, he was right. These make me look… hot." These pair of pants curve in all the right places and is slim, but not breathtakingly so. You would totally try and get another pair for day-to-day wear.

When Enzo's eyes land on you he whistles, "Do you like them? They really look great on you."

You look in the three-way mirror and fall in love with the way they make your legs look. "I have to get out of these before I make you get more Enzo."

He chuckles, "Actually, I'll get those in different colors. Since you won't wear something 'girly' you'll need more than one outfit for meetings but we'll switch up the shirts. Now, try on the other shirts."

Once you are done trying on clothing, you walk out of the store with six pairs of pants, seven shirts, and three blazers.

"Now (Name), we're going to go get you an outfit for your missions. Since there is more than on mission type, we'll need to try on a variety of things."

'More than one mission type? Just what are they going to make me do?' You were quite nervous to ask, not wanting to make him mad, but did it anyway.

"Um, Enzo, what type of mission do you think I'll be on?" You look over at him wearily, not wanting to have to… you know, 'assassinate' someone.

"Hm, I think you'll be paired up with me and or Lazzaro for a while until you're officially apart of the family. I specialize with… taking care of the enemy and Lazzaro specializes with communication, whether it's ally family or not."

You shiver at Enzo's 'specialty' and glance out the window. Hopefully you wouldn't go on many solo missions with him.

Five minutes pass before Enzo pulls up to a new shop. It looks fancy but defiantly doesn't specialize in business clothing like the last one. It looks more like a 'trendy' casual clothing store.

You and Enzo walk inside and are greeted by a cashier. You smile and nod at her before Enzo pushes you towards a seat. You plop down in it and watch as Enzo picks out your clothes… Again.

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"Fr-Fratello…" A concerned Feliciano stands a few feet away from his brother. Ever since you were taken, Lovino was very… emotionless.

" Che cosa è, Feliciano? This better not be another 'hug therapy'." Lovino pushes himself off of the wall, glancing over at his twin brother.

Feliciano shakes his head, the odd curl bobbing slightly. "No Fratello, I just wanted to ask how you're doing. Everyone's worried about you. All you've been doing is training. You hardly eat, bathe, sleep, or communicate with anyone."

Lovino snorts and turns toward the window again, dark circles under his eyes showing the strain upon his body. "How do you think I feel? Angry, tired, worried… annoyed."

"Why are you annoyed? Not at me right Fratello?" Feliciano grows worried, not liking when his brother is angry with him.

"No, at myself… I allowed quei dannati bastardi to get to her… (Name). Who knows what they're doing to her! They're probably torturing her as we speak! Starvation, whips, blades, Feli you know there are many ways of torture and if she's going through them…" He trails off, his expression somber.

"Ve~" Feliciano looks at the ground now understanding his brothers attitude. He quickly remembers something and gasps.

"Fratello, I almost forgot! Someone left a note for you!" Feliciano hands his brother a note, no sign of who left it.

Lovino immediately glares at it, thinking it was a threat from your captures and rips the envelope open. It was short and to the point.
'Dear Lovino,
I understand (Name) has been taken, correct? I'm willing to help you kill the assholes that had done it since she's very dear to me as well. Come to the abandoned lake in the forest at sunset. I will be waiting with some friends willing to help.'

Lovino growls. There were only four other people you were close to and if it was that damned Spaniard he was going to kick his ass.

"Thank you Feliciano. I'm going to go rest. I'll see you later." Lovino brushes past Feliciano and smirks.

"That idiot. He won't beat me to (Name)."

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Alfred carelessly swings his new weapon around while whistling. Nearby pedestrians quickly get out of his way, fearing for their lives.

Even though Alfred was slightly annoyed by the fact they thought he would kill them, he was glad they weren't in his way. He grins and walks into a bar even though it was two in the afternoon.

"Ah, Привет comrade. I was afraid you weren't going to make it." Alfred sits down across from his Russian 'friend'. Alfred nods at the two people beside Ivan.

"Hello Ivan, it's been awhile. I'm glad you can help me in my time of need."

Ivan smiles cheerfully, "It's nothing. After all, (Name) is a friend of mine too~"

Al chuckles. He hands Ivan an envelope before standing, "Those are instructions. I'm going to recruit five others before meeting my friend. Hopefully he'll cooperate with us or else the entire plan is a failure."

He doesn't bother to wait around for an answer and leaves the bar. He heads to a new destination with only one thought on his mind, 'Don't worry (Name)… I'm coming.