If You'd Kill For Them, Part 2 [4/4]
anonymous
February 9 2009, 16:59:16 UTC
"Mm, but you will." Italy thrust the bent side of the pipe into France's chest. He coughed up a spew of blood. "Because I could drug your food again whenever I wanted. Or replace your driver!" He swung and connected with France's knee. A shattering split him from hip to ankle. "Or just get one of my friends out there to cut your traitor's throat in your sleep." He flipped the pipe so the faucet faced the floor, and brought it down hard on France's foot. There was a sickening sound like a shovel smacking wet cement, and France greyed out of the world for a few seconds and when he came back to it he was screaming.
"Ahh…you could get rid of everyone on your staff, and I would still find a way!" Another thump in the chest. It broke a rib and tugged at the wound in his side. "You would never know who was going to betray you. Mm…maybe then, France would know how I felt?" He jerked France's chin up and stared into his eyes from an inch away. The tips of their noses almost brushed together. "You just trust everybody, and believe that things are going to be okay. But then somebody you thought you could count on, maybe they get greedy, or mad, or scared…and they cut your fucking heart out. It doesn't matter to them what happens to you, so long as they get what they want."
He spat in France's eye and pushed back. "That's what France did to me, when he fucked with Germany."
The last blow came in low and tight across his shin, and he felt the bone bend and snap like a piece of straw in a whirlwind. In his mind there was a long, red, silent pause before agony swept him under all at once.
Italy threw the pipe away. It clanged and rolled across the floor. "And that's what will happen to France if he ever makes trouble for mi famiglia again," he finished.
Italy plucked the handkerchief out of his jacket on the table and dabbed it with his tongue. He wiped at the red mist that covered both his hands to the wrists.
"You ruined my shirt," Italy told him.
France concentrated on breathing.
The Italian shrugged his jacket back on and tugged the sleeves down to hide the red-brown splatters on his cuffs. He picked up the switchblade, flipped it open again, and walked behind France's chair. France didn't feel him cut the ties, but he knew he had because suddenly there was nothing holding him upright. He thumped to the floor.
"You'll be okay!" Italy offered. "The cut, it's not that deep. You can just sleep here for, mm, a day or two? Then make your way down to the street and get a cab home. You'll find some fresh clothes in the next room. And if anybody asks, you fell down some stairs, si?"
In the kitchen, Italy's button-men gathered up their things. They filed silently out the door. France watched a long procession of black shoes and Beretta MAB 38s.
He forced through grit teeth, "Germany beat me up worse than this."
Italy tossed his curl back and smiled. "Ciao."
Aaand that's that. Would anybody be interested in seeing what happens when Mafiatalia goes home to Germany? >.>
Re: If You'd Kill For Them, Part 2 [4/4]
anonymous
February 9 2009, 17:21:15 UTC
YES I WOULD BE INTERESTED.
JESUS BLEEDING CHRIST ON A STICK ANON.
Mafitalia is glorious. I'll admit I had less pity for Russia, so it was easier to take last time. I have a soft spot for France, so this stung like burning.
Gaaah you do NOT make-a the trouble for Italy's famiglia.
Re: If You'd Kill For Them, Part 2 [4/4]
anonymous
February 9 2009, 18:25:45 UTC
This is the first anon that said she would do some art fill for your fic, writer. Since the first part on Russia is going to be drawn by another anon in comic sequence (I thought of doing that too LOL. These fics are too delicious to get passed up without some action scenes), I'll draw this France getting p0wned then.
Oh France, you're still sexy even when beaten and stabbed half-dead.
I totally OMGLOVE-ed and was like, all squealin' when I saw Italy took Russia's faucet. The details in your fics are astounding, anon! They make the readers really imagine the scenes in our heads. Please keep writing! I can't ait for your next fic <333
Re: If You'd Kill For Them, Part 2 [4/4]
anonymous
February 9 2009, 19:02:09 UTC
While this anon thinks that Mafiatalia going home to Germany is VASTLY RELEVANT TO HIS INTERESTS, something more relevant to his interests is...Mafiatalia dealing with America and England?
C'MON, THEY BOTH HAVE A PIECE IN WEST BERLIN >.> But demanding!Anon understands not wanting to deal with those two~
THIS STORY HAS BEEN VASTLY RELEVANT TO MY INTERESTS, WRITER!ANON. So vastly relevant that I did not just sit and read it, but I am reviewing, oooh~
Re: If You'd Kill For Them, Part 2 [4/4]
anonymous
February 9 2009, 21:21:05 UTC
writer here~~
Huh, I guess I could write him taking revenge on America and England as well. I hadn't really thought about it. I don't want Mafiatalia to wear out his welcome, but if that's what people want, before I bring it home with Germany...? I can at least be thinking about how to make it interesting.
Re: If You'd Kill For Them, Part 2 [4/4]
anonymous
February 9 2009, 20:49:27 UTC
OMG OMG OMG MAN YOUR MAFIATALIA IS LIKE A BLEND OF DON CORLEONE, THE JOKER, AND THE BRIDE FROM KILL BILL. FUKKEN AMAZING (and so well dressed!!!) MOOOOOOOOORE
"Ahh…you could get rid of everyone on your staff, and I would still find a way!" Another thump in the chest. It broke a rib and tugged at the wound in his side. "You would never know who was going to betray you. Mm…maybe then, France would know how I felt?" He jerked France's chin up and stared into his eyes from an inch away. The tips of their noses almost brushed together. "You just trust everybody, and believe that things are going to be okay. But then somebody you thought you could count on, maybe they get greedy, or mad, or scared…and they cut your fucking heart out. It doesn't matter to them what happens to you, so long as they get what they want."
He spat in France's eye and pushed back. "That's what France did to me, when he fucked with Germany."
The last blow came in low and tight across his shin, and he felt the bone bend and snap like a piece of straw in a whirlwind. In his mind there was a long, red, silent pause before agony swept him under all at once.
Italy threw the pipe away. It clanged and rolled across the floor. "And that's what will happen to France if he ever makes trouble for mi famiglia again," he finished.
Italy plucked the handkerchief out of his jacket on the table and dabbed it with his tongue. He wiped at the red mist that covered both his hands to the wrists.
"You ruined my shirt," Italy told him.
France concentrated on breathing.
The Italian shrugged his jacket back on and tugged the sleeves down to hide the red-brown splatters on his cuffs. He picked up the switchblade, flipped it open again, and walked behind France's chair. France didn't feel him cut the ties, but he knew he had because suddenly there was nothing holding him upright. He thumped to the floor.
"You'll be okay!" Italy offered. "The cut, it's not that deep. You can just sleep here for, mm, a day or two? Then make your way down to the street and get a cab home. You'll find some fresh clothes in the next room. And if anybody asks, you fell down some stairs, si?"
In the kitchen, Italy's button-men gathered up their things. They filed silently out the door. France watched a long procession of black shoes and Beretta MAB 38s.
He forced through grit teeth, "Germany beat me up worse than this."
Italy tossed his curl back and smiled. "Ciao."
Aaand that's that. Would anybody be interested in seeing what happens when Mafiatalia goes home to Germany? >.>
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JESUS BLEEDING CHRIST ON A STICK ANON.
Mafitalia is glorious. I'll admit I had less pity for Russia, so it was easier to take last time. I have a soft spot for France, so this stung like burning.
Gaaah you do NOT make-a the trouble for Italy's famiglia.
(Here, have my firstborn)
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I know, right? I felt genuine guilt for doing this to France. ._.
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Anon, you are AMAZING ;____;
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writer!anon this is one of the best fill I've read on this meme... TY♥
captcha says "went Berlin" XD
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Oh France, you're still sexy even when beaten and stabbed half-dead.
I totally OMGLOVE-ed and was like, all squealin' when I saw Italy took Russia's faucet. The details in your fics are astounding, anon! They make the readers really imagine the scenes in our heads. Please keep writing! I can't ait for your next fic <333
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C'MON, THEY BOTH HAVE A PIECE IN WEST BERLIN >.> But demanding!Anon understands not wanting to deal with those two~
THIS STORY HAS BEEN VASTLY RELEVANT TO MY INTERESTS, WRITER!ANON. So vastly relevant that I did not just sit and read it, but I am reviewing, oooh~
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Huh, I guess I could write him taking revenge on America and England as well. I hadn't really thought about it. I don't want Mafiatalia to wear out his welcome, but if that's what people want, before I bring it home with Germany...? I can at least be thinking about how to make it interesting.
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*not trying to pressure you or anything, oh no*
*OFFERS KITTENS, because kittens are better then first-borns*
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I was thinkin' that! Also that I might be able to do something neat with how, you know, America actually has the Italian mafia.
Just gimme some time to think about how to make it work!
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PLEASE MORE.
I love both these fics, and your Italy is so delicious and scary and fucking perfect. I love him.
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In fact, this anon would be pretty much interested in anything related to the awsomness that is Mafiatalia.
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THIS ANON WILL DRAW ART FOR THIS NOA~-skips away after leaving firstborn-
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OMG
OMG
MAN YOUR MAFIATALIA IS LIKE A BLEND OF DON CORLEONE, THE JOKER, AND THE BRIDE FROM KILL BILL. FUKKEN AMAZING (and so well dressed!!!)
MOOOOOOOOORE
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http://i40.tinypic.com/29c6gdu.png
Mafitalia makes me happy <3
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That's adorable/scary, anon, thank you! =D
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