If You'd Kill For Them, They're Family [4]

[pyrrhiccomedy]

Title: If You'd Kill For Them, They're Family - Part 4
Originally posted: Here.
Length: 1,800 words.
Characters/Pairings: S.Italy, Germany/N.Italy.
Premise: Mafiatalia comes home and has to face the music for his rash behavior.
Time period: 1953
Smuttiness: 0/10
Funnyness: 0/10
Wrist slashiness: 0/10
Lolhistoryness: 3/10
Violence: 4/10
Would I like it?: Since it's the wrap-up, Feliciano becomes the POV character and there's a dramatic shift in tone. Also, there's no makeouts with Germany. If that's going to break your heart, skip the ending and imagine your own hot Mafiatalia/Germany sex scene instead.


"Germany?"
"What?"
"I need you to come over right now."
"I have things to do."
"Just do it, dammit, it's important." A beat. "It's about Feliciano."
With concern, then: "Is he all right?"
"I'll tell the staff to let you in. When you get here, just head up to his office and stay there, si?"
A note of impatience entered Germany's voice. "I don't have time to play games with--"
"It's not a game, you stupid bastard, and no, my idiot brother is not all right."

---

The funny buzz in his ears was fading.

Italy didn't know why sometimes it was there but then most of the time it wasn't. Normally, when bad things happened, he just got sad and ran to somebody for protection (usually Germany). Or, sometimes, he would eat too much, and then go to sleep, to see if things would be better after pasta. Or maybe he would paint, and stop thinking about anything at all for a while. Those were his problem solving skills.

But then, sometimes, Italy would take something personally. Well, he took everything personally. He was a personal kind of person. But...there was personal, and then there was personal, and the second kind was mostly when bad things happened to his friends. Then there would be that buzzing, like bees in his ears, and Italy would realize that he had a lot more problem solving skills than he remembered, and really, fixing everything would be simple.

So incredibly simple.

When those times came, he called up a few guys he knew, and he changed his clothes. He took his Beretta from where it was taped to the back of his dresser, where Germany never looked, and he fixed things. He kept fixing them until he stopped being angry and the bees in his ears went away.

His driver parked the car (a black ice Maserati, and come to think of it, where did this car go when he couldn't hear that funny buzz?) in front of the villa he shared with his brother. The sky was low, and grey, and cold. Romano waited for him by the door. He wore a dark silk blend suit and his surliest expression.

"Come to my office," he ordered when Feliciano approached. He turned his back to his brother and stalked into the house. Feliciano trailed behind him, working the cold out of his fingers.

"Is everything okay, Romano?" he tried.

He said nothing. Feliciano felt the tips of his ears turn faintly red.

His brother didn't look at him at all until they reached his office (adjacent to Feliciano's own, not that he ever used it) and shut the door behind them. He studied Feliciano for several seconds, as if he were waiting for something. Feliciano opened his mouth to speak again, and Romano slapped him across the face.

"Have you lost your fucking mind?" he demanded.

The younger Italian raised a hand gingerly to his cheek. "What do you mean?"

"I had some of my guys tailing you. Half your people, they report to me. So let me ask again. Have you lost your fucking mind?"

"I don't under--…I was just…"

"Russia? That was you, wasn't it?"

"Well…yes…"

"You beat him halfway to hell?"

"Wh-what do you care about Rus--"

Another slap, harder than the first. Feliciano froze with his head struck to the side. His hair fell in his eyes. The left side of his face burned scarlet.

"Don't you dare talk back to me, you stupid bastard," Romano snarled. "Not after you put the whole family in jeopardy. You beat Russia into commie soppressata?"

Despite his brother's warning not to talk back, he retorted, "If you already know, why are you ask--"

"I want to hear you say it," Romano snapped. He grasped Feliciano by the jaw and twisted him back to face him. "Tell me you betrayed me. Tell me you betrayed the famiglia."

Feliciano jerked up to meet his eyes. "I never--"

"You beat Russia?" he demanded again.

"Y-yes, I--"

"And France? That must have been a very long flight of stairs he fell down, si?"

"Yes, I, I did that to France also--"

"And America? And England? Nobody's seen England for a few days, and my friends in Congress tell me there's suddenly a big push to reopen talks about Germany's war debts--"

"Yes, I did all that!" Feliciano flushed. "But, why are you so angry, Romano?"

"Why am I so--because you're gonna blow our fucking cover, estupido! You ran off without permission--"

"I don't need your permission," he protested.

This time Romano didn't just slap him; he backhanded him into the desk. Feliciano cried out and caught himself. A shower of pens and ink-stained ledgers clattered to the floor. "You do need my permission," Romano shouted. "La famiglia is based in Sicily, or are you too stupid to remember? You compromised I don't want to think how many of our guys, countries now know we exist where we'd kept them totally in the dark before this--"

Feliciano pulled himself to his feet. He bit his lip hard over the first hiccup of a sob.

"--And for no good fucking reason!" Romano ranted on. "For that fucking potato bastard? Was that all?"

"He…" he swallowed. "Th-they were so mean to him…"

"He's a fucking kraut! You can't use resources from our thing on him!"

Feliciano stood a bit straighter, although he shook like a flag on a windy day. "Th-that kraut is mi amore," he insisted.

"And do you think he would thank you for what you've done for him?"

Feliciano lowered his eyes. He felt too small in his ash grey suit.

Romano strode past him. "Did you drag his name into it? Do they know they got worked over because of him?"

The younger Italian's brow furrowed. "Why would you care about--"

"I don't," he announced, and threw open the door which separated their offices. Feliciano finally looked up. And…

…There was…Germany…

Germany, too thin and overworked these days. He gave the Italian a long, remote look, and for once, Feliciano's voice died. He could think of absolutely nothing to say.

Germany pivoted and stormed out of the room. Feliciano jumped when the door from his office to the hallway bounced on its hinges.

He blinked once, then again, then turned slowly to his brother. His eyes stung. "Romano," he said: "Why would you let him find out?"

Romano folded his arms and stared at the far wall. "Because I can never let you make a mistake like this again," he muttered.

Feliciano took a step back, then another. Then he turned and raced out of the office. Too far away already, he heard the outside door open and slam shut.

He skidded when he hit the gravel that paved the driveway--these shiny shoes were not made for this. Germany was halfway to the street already, his fists clenched, his shoulders riding stiff at ear level. Italy called, "Germany! Germany, wait! Wait up!"

The other nation slowed and stopped, but didn't turn around.

Italy ran to his side and caught his arm. He flinched when Germany instantly shrugged him away. "G-Germany," he stammered. "I, I, um…"

He wilted under that frigid stare. "You what?" Germany ground out.

"Ah…don't be mad," he tried.

Germany's lips thinned.

"I-I mean, they're all going to be okay," he went on hastily. "And, um, I just wanted to do something nice!"

A muscle in Germany's jaw shifted and the back of his neck knotted tighter.

"It's just…" he blushed looked down at his shoes. "It's not fair what they all did to you."

"Not fair…" Germany whispered. He turned to face the Italian and gripped him by the shoulders. "Do you remember why they did it?"

Italy squirmed. "Stop it, let go, that hurts."

He shook Italy once, hard. "I am…trying to rebuild my reputation, and you…did this?"

"I--I just thought--"

"Where did this even come from?" he demanded. "Why did you never tell me about this? You've always been so…gentle." His voice cracked.

He knew he should have felt guilty. Instead, a curious, warm calm settled over his shoulders. He relaxed under Germany's glare and held his eyes. "Um...this has always been here. Even when I was…just little, I…hated to see my friends get hurt." He reached up and took one of Germany's hands, held it between his own. Germany blinked slowly at him. "Ahh, you are my friend, aren't you?"

The other country started back to himself and pulled back, but Italy held on tight. "Even if I am," he muttered, "You can't do things like this."

Italy stroked his fingers. "But we said we would look after each other whenever we got in trouble, didn't we?"

Now Germany snatched his hand away. "That doesn't mean you can--I didn't think you ever would," he snapped.

Italy gave a soft little smile and shrugged his curl away. "I, ah, I'm not strong like Germany is strong. I may not be good at…umm…"

"Anything," Germany supplied.

"But I have ways to look after you, too, you see?" he finished, still smiling. "It will all be okay! You'll see. Let me take care of you for once, okay, Germany? I can handle everything, um, sometimes." He curled his fingers into Germany's sleeve. "I'm the same person! I just…isn't this good? You don't have to worry about me so much! …Ah, and you should have seen Russia's face--"

"Enough," Germany said sharply. "I don't want to hear about it." He brushed Italy off again, but it was a visibly halfhearted attempt.

Italy pouted. "Please don't be mad, Germany? Please, please, please? I just wanted to do something nice for you! You always have to look after me. It was my turn!"

"You thought it would be nice to attack--" he blew out a sharp breath. "Just…let me go, for now. I need to--think."

Italy's face fell. "A-all right. But…you don't hate me, do you?"

Germany blushed a shade at that, just like always. He turned away and closed his eyes. "No. I don't--hate you."

A smile lit up his face. Italy threw his arms around the other nation's shoulders. He was forcibly pried off, one hand to his shoulder, the other to his forehead.

"Get down! I'm still angry!" Germany snapped. "Don't do anything like this ever again! Don't beat people up for no reason!"

"But it wasn't for no reason, and it was good! America is even--"

"Don't--don't!" he massaged his forehead. A second later, "…What your brother said, about war debts…"

Italy's eyes widened, and he nodded enthusiastically. "I took care of it! America said he'd forget about half the Marshall Plan money!"

"Half…" Germany looked at a loss. He peered at Italy. "How did you get him to agree to that?"

He brushed his curl out of his face and felt a satisfied smile spread across his face. "I made him an offer he couldn't refuse."

Germany shook his head a little, plainly bewildered. "I have to think about this," he repeated. He turned and stiffly resumed his walk down the driveway.

"You know, if you wanted, I could teach you how to organize a--"

"No!"

"Okay...but, Germany? Don't be mad, okay? …Do you think you'll be done thinking by tomorrow? I wanted to get dinner…Germany? I promise I won't do it again! At least, um, not without my brother's permission...is that good? ...Germany, are you listening? Germanyyyy…"

He continued until his lover reached the corner and disappeared, and then he smiled.

He took a slim silver cigar case out of his inside pocket and tapped out one Tuscan cigar. He thumbed out the guillotine-style cutter and clipped the end, then made a mother of pearl lighter appear in its place. He lit the cigar and savored a mouthful of smoke.

It would be all right.

Gently overhead, the clouds opened up, and he felt the first warm drops of an autumn rain.

Comments

[dochii.livejournal.com]

Read this on the kink meme.


AND I STILL ADORE IT FUCK

Man, Mafiatalia is so badass...but he's still our Italy. :> Also, Romano asjhgdajhdasd yessssss.

Man, I hope more people catch on with this.

[pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com]

Thank you, I'm so happy you like it! I think Romano's "cameo" was my favorite part to write of the whole story. _{(My least favorite part was Italy giving England a concussion. I'm so sorry, Arthur. >.< )}

[clocksheep.livejournal.com]

OH MY GOD THAT WAS BAD ASS

... I don't know what else to say, but yeah, that was AWESOME. :D I love how Feliciano was still in character and for some reason also how you described his expensive clothes as he beat people up rofl. <3

[pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com]

Truefax: I spent at least an hour researching Italian designers from the 50s for this story.

[speria.livejournal.com]

Read it on the Kink Meme first, but I still love this! It's just perfect. <3

[pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com]

I'm so gonna write some thoughtful fluff about ponies or something now that this is finished.

[mah-marina.livejournal.com]

WIN! THIS IS WIN!

It's amazing how Italy was still in character! And everything else was also perfect! <3 <3 <3 <3

I love this fic~

*gives some pasta to you* XD

[holymoocow.livejournal.com]

;A; This was beautiful. I only saw the first part on the kink meme, and never realized there were multiple parts UNTIL NOW. It was quite the pleasant surprise and I would love to see more of your work. <3

[pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com]

I've actually _{(as a 'whoops, well, fuck it' incidental)} unanoned myself for almost everything I've ever written for the kink meme by posting this. This journal is just a record of my fics, so. Feel free to look around if you'd like.

[kuraiyukita.livejournal.com]

Mafiatalia... Is... WIN!
This made my day! ... And it will last 20 min -.-'' Time flies by so fast now days...

[quandtuniverse.livejournal.com]

S-s-s-so amazing o_____o
I love it! Wow! I can't even say anything, it was so great!

[haineko123.livejournal.com]

OMG this fic was amazing, its was like the secret life of Italy, its was soooo goood, i think i want to read it again xD

[pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com]

Thank you! That's the best compliment I can think of. =D

[astro_knight.livejournal.com]

flds;d This was perfect and fantastic and, hello, your style is absolutely to die for; it's seamless. And! Your dialogue! Ahkdsl so gooood. I really adore what you did with the characters; they're portrayed in a starkly different point of view than how we normally see them, but still manage to retain whatever it is that makes them recognizable as themselves. I also liked the Romano cameo. \0/

And yes, there should totally be more family crime-type fic out there!

[pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com]

Thank you, I'm glad you think so! This was my first time writing for a lot of these characters, and I was pretty nervous of messing them all up as they were shot through the prism of crack. N.Italy was the hardest, but now I feel like I could write him doing anything. XD

I would love for somebody to write a Yakuza!Kiku fic (Yakikuza?). Wouldn't that be awesome? Unfortunately what I know about the Yakuza couldn't fill a teacup.

:Drag-drag-sneak-stalk:

[lynn-stardragon.livejournal.com]

Mmmm . . . desert time. Gonna have to pull up the original version to compare both. :Pulls:

:Bunny debates growing larger with addition of smutt. . . :

O_O!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . :Bunny assesses the new opening. Plot-bunny can work with that. So. Very. Well, with that and the juxtaposition of the old opening.:

So many new little details . . :nibbles at the tasty details: (And I saw what you did with your icons there. Ohohohohoho~ )

Dragging . . . Germany's name into this. . . . :melts and then rolls around in the new addition of narrative. Plot-bunny is also pleased, and nibbles at details/mechanics of the story.: <3<3<3<3<3

Offering to organize . . . for Germany . . . . :Happy spasms all over the place, followed by a large amount of incoherent 'squeeing'. Plot-bunny seems to have been enriched by the details added, including the offer made to Germany. Bunny is happy, and hops off to do bunny things of mayhem:

Soooooooooooooooooooooooo . . . .

good. <3

Ah, all the little changes made for a much smoother narrative. And some additional humor at the end. Overall, so much angst-love for this part.

And the ending still kills.

That's probably where that big black 'lop' with the red eyes and the fangs comes in . . .

:Indicated bunny continues to assimilate smaller shadows into its body, just because it looks freaky and gives it more fuel for the growing plot:

Ah . . . I don't think that I'll be able to match this, but I will do my best and link to you what inadequate trifle I can dream up.

Goodnight not-so-anon. I'm off to have happy dreams again. ^_^

:Bunny goes in search of on-line translators, because oh yeah, he knows what to call himself.:

Re: :Drag-drag-sneak-stalk:

[pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you like the rewrite. I was in a rush when I wrote part 4 as it appears on the kink meme, and I ellided over a lot of stuff I was glad to have the chance to include here.

Thank you for all of your comments. Reading them made me so happy. =D I can't wait to see what your bunny turns into!

[cleartempest.livejournal.com]

I think I saw the prompt for this on the kink meme XD but I didn't see the fill.

I like how descriptive your writing is, and the torture scenes in the previous parts made me cringe at times, I loved reading this. <3 Badass Italy was so...readable XDD

[pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com]

Believe me, it made me cringe at times to write it, too! I'm glad you enjoyed it. =D

(Also, I love your icon.)

[iamtheuberlorax.livejournal.com]

Here, have a keyboard mash:

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SRSLY. Omg that was...just, GAH. It was amazing, and AMAZING, and did I mention how AMAZING AND EPIC it was? *still in shock from just how amazing that was* There are just so many things I loved about this that it would be useless to try and list them all. So let's do that then shall we?

-Germany finding out.
-Germany's reaction, specially the "Do you remember why they did it?" part.
-The whole thing with the buzzing, that was definitely so awesome, and really well pulled off.
-S. Italy being pissed and having half of N.Italy's guys reporting on him.
-Russia's pipe thing being mentioned
-Russia's pipe thing being used on France
-France being more alert than Russia
-Mentions of 'That time America tried to quit drinking...'
-England's role and actions in the fic
-Random goons, and the fact that 'goon' was the term used
-The part in the last bit where N.Italy is running after Germany and mentions that "these shiny shoes were not made for this" brilliance
-All the descriptions, and I mean ALL of them. The gore was really well done, not over the top, but definitely mafia caliber, but not only that the mood shifts in the last part, and descriptions of general appearances and small actions really brought out the details
-N.Italy wondering where his car went when he wasn't being bad ass.
-The image of N.Italy in a suit
-The image of S.Italy in a suit
-Italy + Cigars
-Everyone's reactions to Mafia!Italy
-And the overall brain melting awesome amazingness that was this fic.
-The title, YES, it wins, and the reiteration of that message was also nice.
-The small phrases in other languages, that is always nice.
-N.Italy's thought pattern/process, very well executed.
-and more, I just can't pin them down, but there were SO many things I adored about this fic...it has made me mildly incoherent.

[pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com]

I'm so thrilled you like it, and thank you for the detailed comments! Those were a lot of my favorite things about writing it, too. =D It's SUCH a silly story, but I had so much fun writing it, and it's so gratifying that other people had fun reading it, too.

That line about N.Italy wondering where his car goes was me being like, "...Uhhh, you know that's a really good question. Lampshade it, quick!"

[bellcheria.livejournal.com]

And what a change of tone *_* Romano <3 He has my heart for using the back of his hand and call up Germany like that.
Also Germany <3 Loved how he said that he wanted to built up his reputation and stuff. And how Italy was yelling after him xDD So cute~
Loved the story my dear, thanks alot. I am German myself, and everything regarding Ludwig makes my heart jump with proud and joy ^u^

[pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you! This was the first time I wrote Germany, so I'm really glad to hear you think I did him credit. =D I'm delighted you enjoyed the story--it's such a silly one, but it makes me so happy that people have enjoyed it as much as they have. ♥

[antennea.livejournal.com]

WOW. This is one of the most awesome Hetalia fanfics I've ever read. I didn't think it possible but you made Italy badass (for lack of a better word xD its late and my brains kind of sluggish right now) but totally IC at the same time, which was just great.
Best parts: *Russia's total disbelief in the beginning of the first chapter. Italy? [i]really?[/i] (would have been my exact response too, if I hadn't already known this fic would be about Italy beating the crap outta other people xD)
*Italy using Russia's pipe to bet France - and bringing it down on his FOOT D= DUDE. OW. second chapter in general felt a little more gruesome but that particular part made me cringe like nothing else. The description used just made it so much worse too ("a sickening sound like a shovel smacking wet cement." *shudder*) and it was just so much better because of it.
*the ENTIRE THIRD CHAPTER <3<3 Man I don't even know where to begin with this, America's "ohfuck" reaction to Italy, England having NO IDEA whats going on at first, Italy being all smiley and amiable, America freaking out over England ("He went white. "Oh, don't," he heard himself say. "Please, don't." was a little heart-wrenching for me, and that bit in the end too(The US/UK fangirl in me had a filed day with this chatper xD)
*the Germany/Italy interaction in the last chapter was lovely <3

Oh by the way, um. was America "trying to quit drinking" a reference to that period where Alchohol was illegal? (excuse the stupid question, I'm not very knowledgeable, history-wise @_@)
FFFF GIANT POST O_O sorry.

[pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com]

Hahaha, thank you so much! I love hearing detailed reactions like this! I am all full of warm fuzzies now. =D

Oh by the way, um. was America "trying to quit drinking" a reference to that period where Alchohol was illegal?

Yep! That was a reference to Prohibition, which is when the Mafia first got its hooks into America. Banning alcohol pretty much created organized crime overnight. So nice going, Al.

[princessarisa.livejournal.com]

HOSHI-

T-this is amazing...I love this. Darnit, I love all your stories I stalk for your fics.... >.> <.<

Feli is just...indescribable, how he was so normal yet so friggin badass. It blows my mind.
But. But.
It was Romano that stole my heart. *A* The whole scene between him and Feli was mesmerizing, and I could really see the whole scene play in my head like a movie.... *sighs happily*
I-i think I will forever have a weakness for Mafia!Romano. With his personality, he would just be too badass. The very personification of it. Decked out in a goregous suit. >//>

LKJDSKFJDLSJFLSK WRITE MORE PLEASE. *A* *clings*

Though I had a thought....doesn't Russia have a mafia too? KSFLSKD I'm craving Mafia!Russia now. ;___;
BTW, didn't the italian mafia in sicily help out the allies? I read somewhere that the mafia cooperated with america in order to get out the socialists in sicily....

[pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com]

From what I understand, the Russian mafia didn't get started until the 70s and didn't really take off until the 80s--but uh, I admit I might just be making that up, I don't actually know that much about the history of organized crime. ._.

I'd totally love to write a Mafiatalia story from Romano's angle, but I'd probably have to, like, read books about Cosa Nostra first. I used up all my obvious Godfather tropes in this story. XD

BTW, didn't the italian mafia in sicily help out the allies? I read somewhere that the mafia cooperated with america in order to get out the socialists in sicily....

Holy shit, is that true? I never heard about that. That would be epic.

[marynyu.livejournal.com]

I just read this entire fic on the kink meme, then came here and read the entire thing alll over again. It i even better the second time around. What was I trying to say?? Oh yeah...

THIS IS SO MUCH EPIC AWESOMNESS!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!

Also, can I marry Lovino, please?? He's my favorite one out of this fic, with Alfred a close second. Poor Al!! And Arthur!!! And Francis!!!!

You know, I don't usually like to read much violence, but this was just too good to pass up. *send much love anc cookies*

[pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com]

No 'poor Russia?' Poor Russia! XD

Thank you! =D You couldn't have had as much fun reading it as I did writing it!

[celestesai.livejournal.com]

So so, I was copy pasta the parts all to MSWord...

And I want to say THIS IS SHEER AWESOMENESS!!!!! I love how you settle all of this, every scenes that you made for Italy to be the dark side of him, and wow, the languages *_* I really really enjoy it, and kudos for you for doing an excellent, marvelous, spectacular work. <3

Only one thing bothers me is that the human names and the countries' names are kind of mixed up, haha. But other than that this is beautiful. <3 Poor guys;;


[tbh when seeing Mafiatalia I automatically think that it's Lovino doing things Godfather-style, but he really is his mafia side in this fic ^____^]

Brb saving this fic and re-reading it a million times.~

[pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com]

Yeah, when I wrote this I still really wasn't sure what to do with nation names/human names. I'm kinda tempted to just grab everything I wrote before Burn It Down and do a find/replace to just switch to country names on everything, buuuut I guess it was my fuckup in the first place, so I might as well take my lumps for it now. XD

I'm really glad you enjoyed the story! Thank you for your comments!

[jinsai.livejournal.com]

LOVE!

I adore Romano being so furious at him, and all big brother and the mafia IS based in Sicily after all. And Germany trying so hard to rebuild his reputation and make amends!

^__^ Any chance on ever seeing a Hetalia mafia convention? What with the Cosa Nostra and the Yakuza and Russian Mafiya?

[pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com]

--Man, that's an appropriate icon for this story. XD

Um, gosh, I dunno--it's a great idea, but I sort of doubt I'll write it. I know this much about the Yakuza and even less about Mafiya. Honestly, I don't even know that much about Cosa Nostra, but there's a lot more resources about it available on the internet and, well, I've seen the Godfather. >.> I had a lot of fun with this, but I think if I were going to take it any further, I'd need to read...like...books.

[drcalvin.livejournal.com]

I just found this fic over at the kink meme, and wow. It's seriously awesome and Mafitalia is so scary he'll give me sexy designer suited nightmares!

[pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com]

Sexy nightmares are clearly the best kind. ♥

Hu-Whoa.

[animedutchess.livejournal.com]

Wow. That was just...that was just EPIC, the whole thing. It was scary, and riveting, and adorable, and beautiful, and a whole bunch of other things all at once. I really, really do like it! ^_^

Re: Hu-Whoa.

[pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm glad to hear it! =D

[callista-rhian.livejournal.com]

I'VE FINALLY FOUND YOU.

I read this fic over at the kink meme all in one sitting when I was supposed to be writing an essay on the February Revolution of 1917 in Russia and ran around like crazy trying to find who the author was when you had the link in the last comment- orz

LOVE. LOVE. LOVE.

Your descriptions were so vivid and disturbing (and all the better for it - does that make me sick?). I winced through all of the first two chapters (cos I ADORE Vanya and love Francis) BUT YOUR FIC WAS AWESOME NONETHELESS. And Germany trying so hard to make amends just made my heart bleed...Poor Nation, hasn't been around for very long (I mean, Prussia Bismarck only united all the little Germanic nations into Germany in 1871), and he's been through TWO world wars and had to pay dearly for both of them.

I actually had a dream about sexy, Armani-clad Mafia!North Italy, which is disturbing in and of itself...

Anyways, I love this fic, and I love you. (don't mean to sound creepy...yeah. I'll go hide now orz)

[pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com]

and ran around like crazy trying to find who the author was when you had the link in the last comment- orz

XD Hi!

Your descriptions were so vivid and disturbing (and all the better for it - does that make me sick?).

Ffft, no. It's MAFIA PORN. It's SUPPOSED to be deliciously disturbing.

I winced through all of the first two chapters (cos I ADORE Vanya and love Francis)

Me too! I felt genuine guilt while writing this. And for England. America can take it, though, screw America.

And Germany trying so hard to make amends just made my heart bleed...

I'd really love to see some fic showing Germany as a good person who's terribly ashamed of what he allowed to happen right under his nose, trying to do what's right--most of the fic I've seen either shows him as being all "oh yeah, I didn't know about any of that, man, this partitioning thing is so bullshit" or "ALL THE OTHER NATIONS ARE SO MEAN TO GERMANY NOW, POOR GERMANY." The guy fucked up, bad, but he's coming to terms with that, and he's got a good heart.

How about some post-WW2 America+Germany friendship fic? I've never seen that. Germany loved America after the war, because America gave him confidence again. It would be so heartwarming!

HOW 'BOUT IT, FANDOM

/ramble off

I actually had a dream about sexy, Armani-clad Mafia!North Italy, which is disturbing in and of itself...

That is totally great. XD

It's way nice to meet you! I'm really glad you had fun with the story, it's one of the silliest things I've ever written but I kind of love it. XD

[souleater411.livejournal.com]

GOEFWFBDSKGB You leave my brain broken at the awesomeness of this story. X3

[pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com]

Thanks, I'm really glad you enjoyed it! =D

[miershyk.livejournal.com]

Ffffffffffff----------- I finally FINALLY got myself to read Mafiatalia at the kink meme and so darn glad to see a link here!!! Just want to say the whole series through was damn awesome! Not many has delve into the whole Italian mafia thingy and I'm just glad that you did this. ^^

They use to say "Don't mess/anger the Russian", but I think "Don't mess with the Italian mafia and their famiglia" over-rules that. =]

Feliciano's a naturally nice Italian guy, but yes, the mafia thing does shed a darker side to him (it's in his blood after all). Oh yea, one does not go using the mafia resources without good reason and permission too (Romano~~~~~~~~)...

But yea... I know this comment is a tad long but dang, this was good. The part three one with the slight historical background on mafia was useful, especially the part where mafia really isn't know to the world until much much later.

The fact that it's sane!mafia!Italy makes it scarier and grittier. Totally wince at what he did to the Allies, but that's kind of how it works. _{Francis~~~~~~~~~~~~ ;A;} Totally made me wince, in a good way.

You pulled this off damn well, kudos and give yourself a pat. Mafiatalia is just so darn awesome! \o/

[pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com]

I'm really glad you liked it! Please, never apologize for long comments, I can't think of anybody who doesn't love to read long comments. XD It's really encouraging that you enjoyed it so much!

[lycannoir.livejournal.com]

I loved and hated Italy all at the same time! (Of course, I can't ever stop loving Feliciano...) This was very, very, and surprisingly good. I was watching Mickey Blue Eyes earlier and was thinking of how awesome Mafiatalia would be, and a friend recommended this to me and I'm so glad she did. The violence in it actually scared me and made me hurt for the victims, but you always maintained that part of Italy that is so lovable and easily misguided...

Your characterization was very, very good, and in Part 3 I liked the way that there was some America/England subtext but nothing actually stated. I like the diaphanous aspect of how or what they feel for one another, and you maintained it very, very well. I was also amazed at the syntax and the fact that you wrote so carefully and correctly. I am going to be an English teacher one day, I hope, and there wasn't anything in this fic that bothered me.

I am putting this in my memories, and I wanted to tell you that you did a very, very good job.

Germany and America's characterizations were amazing and my favorite part.

I also wanted to say that I adore the way you label fics, and was wondering if I could modify and use it a bit on my fandom journal, noirproductions? I'd credit you, of course.

[pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com]

I was also amazed at the syntax and the fact that you wrote so carefully and correctly.

This is one of the saddest things I have ever read. XD What is the world coming to when "Woah, this is actually grammatically correct!" comes as a surprise? I promise, there's lots of correctly written fanfic out there. Please don't act like that's a big deal. XD

I also wanted to say that I adore the way you label fics, and was wondering if I could modify and use it a bit on my fandom journal, [info]noirproductions? I'd credit you, of course.

Of course, by all means, do whatever you like with it. I'm sure I'm not the first person to come up with a rating system like this, so there's no need to credit me.

I'm really glad you enjoyed the story! =D

[boruframu.livejournal.com]

-APPLAUDS-
I was freaked out, but the good kind of freaked out... my friend said that it takes a good read to actually scare a person. Because you know, it's just words. >>

But DAMN, this was a really good fanfic... and it scared the hell outta me to bajesus and back. Thank you for scaring meeee~.

[pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com]

Hahaha, I'm really glad you liked it! Go read something happy, now. XD