CSI: Sicily 3/3
anonymous
February 21 2011, 22:15:49 UTC
***That one guy’s house: 5:35p.m.
Spain busted the door down with all his strength North Italy following behind him. They ran in to find that the entire gang was there, about 14 people gathered in the little apartment.
“Where is Romano?!” Spain ran up to the nearest man and held him up by his shirt, automatically, everyone else pulled out guns. “Answer me, Bastardo!” “You took il mio prezioso pomodoro!” The man did not respond, someone else did, “Why don’t you go on home, and we won’t have to kill you.” Spain remembered that this was the Mafia, he didn’t really care though, and the comment made him even more pissed.
At that point, all the mafia members pointed thier guns at him, Spain took a knife out of his pocket and took out the man he was holding. Feleciano on the other hand found an olive oil bottle and knocked someone out by crashing it on thier head. He smiled as if he’d won the world peace prize, victorious that he could at least conquer a mafia member.
The small war waged on, from 12 members it went to seven, then four until they all were down or ran away.
Spain and Italy searched the entire house until they found Romano, bound by heavy roeps in a closet on the second floor. It looked as if he had not eaten for days and a gag was placed in his mouth, Spain freed him (Feleciano was bad with unting as it is), and took him into his arms. The older brother hugged Antonio and would not let go, so Spain carried him back to Romano’s villa. Romano cried the entire way home, but did not say anything, it was more than embarassing, it was humiliating! The last thing he wanted to do was to thank Spain, but he was preety cool when he rescued him.
Romano’s House: 8:00p.m.
Veleciano cooked a delicious pasta while Spain (tried) assisted Romano with bathing. “Get out, you damn bastard, I’m fine, you don’t need to help me with bathing of all things!!” They all ate the supper hartily, esepecially Romano. No one really talked, though, but the younger brother rambled on and on about how cool he and Spain were when they battled the Mafia people and how it was like a spy movie and other things. Among other things, Spain noticed something strange, that would only happen in a million years, Romano actually smiled.
Spain busted the door down with all his strength North Italy following behind him. They ran in to find that the entire gang was there, about 14 people gathered in the little apartment.
“Where is Romano?!” Spain ran up to the nearest man and held him up by his shirt, automatically, everyone else pulled out guns.
“Answer me, Bastardo!” “You took il mio prezioso pomodoro!” The man did not respond, someone else did, “Why don’t you go on home, and we won’t have to kill you.”
Spain remembered that this was the Mafia, he didn’t really care though, and the comment made him even more pissed.
At that point, all the mafia members pointed thier guns at him, Spain took a knife out of his pocket and took out the man he was holding. Feleciano on the other hand found an olive oil bottle and knocked someone out by crashing it on thier head. He smiled as if he’d won the world peace prize, victorious that he could at least conquer a mafia member.
The small war waged on, from 12 members it went to seven, then four until they all were down or ran away.
Spain and Italy searched the entire house until they found Romano, bound by heavy roeps in a closet on the second floor. It looked as if he had not eaten for days and a gag was placed in his mouth, Spain freed him (Feleciano was bad with unting as it is), and took him into his arms. The older brother hugged Antonio and would not let go, so Spain carried him back to Romano’s villa. Romano cried the entire way home, but did not say anything, it was more than embarassing, it was humiliating! The last thing he wanted to do was to thank Spain, but he was preety cool when he rescued him.
Romano’s House: 8:00p.m.
Veleciano cooked a delicious pasta while Spain (tried) assisted Romano with bathing. “Get out, you damn bastard, I’m fine, you don’t need to help me with bathing of all things!!” They all ate the supper hartily, esepecially Romano. No one really talked, though, but the younger brother rambled on and on about how cool he and Spain were when they battled the Mafia people and how it was like a spy movie and other things. Among other things, Spain noticed something strange, that would only happen in a million years, Romano actually smiled.
THE END
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