My Brother's Keeper: 2 (2p!HetaliaxReader)

    It didn't take long for Luciano to find out about the attempted kidnapping by Matt and Al, and he was seriously pissed off when he did. However, his anger had quickly changed into laughter when he heard that his little sister had kicked their asses. It was even better when he had demanded she tell him what happened herself, and found out that she had managed to take the two out in roughly five minutes only and then beat Allen with his own bat. He couldn't stop laughing at the imagine in his head of that stupid American getting his ass handed to him with his own weapon. Those two were probably fuming right now, pride wounded, and oh, how that thought brought him such joy!

    That thought was both an amusing one and an infuriating one, for it meant that Allen and Matt were still alive. He scowled at the implication of such a thing. He hated those two but didn't care if they lived one way or the other. They were useful sometimes, which was the only reason that he had kept them around so far, but he wouldn't mind if they were dead and out of his hair either. He had always been comforted by the fact that he could have them, or any of this other associates, killed any time he wanted. He liked to think of it as an insurance policy, if you will. Now, he growled, knowing that he'd no longer have that option where the two idiots were concerned, for if _________ didn't kill them then it could only mean one thing...

    While his sister wasn't one to kill just for fun like he did, she definitely didn't have any qualms with murdering someone. She had never hesitated with a kill, not once, not even her first time. The fact that Matt and Al were still alive didn't bode well at all. If she hadn't killed them then that meant she liked them, a fact that pissed Luciano off even more than the fact that they had tried to kidnap her in the first place. He had no idea what those two had done in such a short amount of time to get on her good side, knowing his sister she probably just found them amusing, which was almost worse than her actually liking them, at least in his opinion. Why? Because it meant that he wasn't allowed to kill those damn bastards now if he ever had the urge to. He knew that _________ wouldn't mind if he did happen to kill them, the action would probably only produce mild annoyance at the most, but when it came to his sister he'd rather not take chances. After all, it was best for everyone not to mess with _________'s toys.

    She would deny it, but Luciano knew better. They were toys to her, and nothing more, just objects of amusement to entertain her when she felt like it. It was how she looked at everyone. To ________, there were only two types of people in the world: those she found amusing, and those she found annoying, and things never worked out well for the latter.

    Sometimes, Luciano wondered which category he fell into.

    The sad thing was, she probably didn't even know she was doing it. She didn't think of the people as toys, in fact, she rarely gave other any thought at all. Luciano could see right through it though, even if his sister couldn't. After all, he knew her like the back of his hand. She was cold, poetic, cunning, sarcastic, emotionless, sadistic- oh yes, she was even more sadistic than him, despite all of her claims and protesting otherwise.

    Luciano would be the first to admit that he was a sadistic bastard himself. He enjoyed torture and causing people pain. He enjoyed killing others. He enjoyed hearing their screams, seeing the fear gleaming in their eyes, feeling their warm blood coating his skin. He enjoyed the feelings of dominance and power when he threatened others or ordered them around. He enjoyed the look of barely contained anger on the faces of his underlings as they were forced to take his crap, the look of helplessness on his sobbing victims. Oh, he loved it all! He would laugh as they screamed, smirk as they begged for mercy, and take pleasure in their pain.

    And yet, Luciano knew that _________ was so much worse.

    She collected the names of all of her victims in journals. It was the reason she would always check the wallets of the newly deceased, not only for their money, but for their IDs. When he had asked her about it once when they were younger, she had told him it was so she wouldn't forget. Each name had a person attached to them, and each person a memory. If she ever happened to forget, she need only look at the name. In short, she could relive each of their deaths in her memory, over and over again. Luciano had originally been both horrified and intrigued by the idea at the time, asking her why she would want to do such a thing. Her answer had been a shrug and simple question in return. "Imagine if you're own killer forgot you, how sad. If was murdered I'd want to be remembered by the one who did it. Wouldn't you?"

    She had only been twelve years old when the strange habit began, Luciano thirteen and a half.

    She also found it fun to mess with people's heads. She didn't do it on purpose, not most of the time anyways, but she always loved the results. She thought it was amusing to watch their reactions. His sister had always been that way, finding even the worst of situations hilarious either from irony or the emotions of the others involved. Luciano had pointed out once that her "toys" suffered just as much as his torture victims, but she had denied it, not caring much for torture herself, although Luciano could remember a time when she did.

    Pleasure.

    Amusement.

    What was the difference? In Luciano's humble opinion, there wasn't one, and that was why _________ was just as sadistic as him, if not worse.

    For a brief second he almost felt pity for Matt and Al, who had no idea what they were getting into. Almost, but he didn't. After all, he was a sadistic bastard himself, and he was completely fine with that.

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    "Come on bella," Luciano urged as _________ trudged behind him down the street.

    Her brother had decided that after the almost kidnapping, it would be best if he introduced her to some of his "friends". At least, that's what he had called them, but somehow she doubted that "friends" was the right word to describe the people that he was currently taking her to meet. He had already explained to her back at her house that his "friends" were named Kuro Honda and Lutz Beilschmidt.

    Apparently Kuro was a small Japanese man with black hair and bright crimson red eyes. Luciano had warned her that, while he may seem polite and honorable at first, he was an opportunist who would exploit any opening he saw. He was also a bit of a sadist and, occasionally, an open pervert. He rarely spoke and when he did it was always to the point, voice cold and harsh.

    Lutz was a lazy German man with blonde hair, pink tinted violet eyes, and multiple scars- which Luciano had warned her not to mention. He usually seemed to go with the flow and was generally obedient, although Luciano sometimes suspected that he would rather not be from the lazy glares he received from the German. He was also arrogant and even more of a pervert then Kuro, often being outright blunt with his suggestions. He had a fondness for torture, which seemed to be the only thing he really put much effort into.

    Luciano had given her permission to kick their asses if they tried anything on her or annoyed her too much.

    "We're-a here bella."

    _________ looked up at the unassuming two-story townhouse that rested in front of them, surrounded by nothing but acres of land since they were now outside of the city, her own home resting near the outskirts not even a mile away. She raised a brow in curiosity, taking in her surroundings with a careful and observant eye.

    She had never been to the mafia base before, not even when she was younger and their father was still alive. Thinking that children would only hold him back, he had dumped her and her older brothers in an apartment within the city limits with a maid who was terrified of them and called it home. When their grandfather was in charge, they had still been living in the same apartment, only the maid was long gone and they were on their own. Things hadn't changed when Luciano had taken over, only her and Flavio lived in a much nicer house farther within the city, safe and protected like her brother wanted and far from the mafia. Now, he was inviting her into the one place he had always forbid her from going. She was finally going to get to see the place where her older brother lived, the place where the Vargas family reigned supreme, the place that she might possibly one day inherit.

    It wasn't exactly what she had expected. However, looks can be deceiving, she knew that, and that happened to be the case here too.

    Inside, the townhouse was average. A kitchen, a living room, a bathroom, and a broom closet on the bottom floor. Four bedrooms and a bathroom on the second floor. There was nothing to say that this was the headquarters for the Italian Mafia, that this house was anything but normal. That is, unless someone were to actually look into the mysterious "broom closet", in which they would then notice an absence of brooms or any cleaning supplies in general. In their place, were stairs. The stairs were narrow enough that _________ and Luciano had to walk one behind the other, but not narrow enough that they felt caged in or didn't have space on either side between them and the wall. They led downward to a short hallway that led to a steel door. Beyond the door, which was guarded from the inside, was another hallway that then led to large, open space as wide as the house above it, furnished with couches and chairs. It seemed to be a sort of commons area. From there, an elaborate system of hallways branched off from the open room. Luciano explained that they all led to various different places, including the weapons room, multiple conference rooms, training rooms, and the barracks and dorms where most of the mafia members lived. The entirety of the base was underground, tunneled underneath the acres of land around the house that had seemed so empty on the surface.

    Her brother took her down a hallway to the left of the large space, not saying a word. They traveled deeper into the underground, taking a few turns here and there and ignoring other doors and rooms that they passed, as well as the other people who looked at them somewhat curiously but were too afraid of their boss to ask. Finally, they came to a dark brown painted wooden door. Luciano didn't bother to knock, but stormed in, the door slamming behind them.

    "Oi, pay attention you asini pigri!" Luciano snapped angrily at the two men who seemed to be lazing around the decent sized room. "I told-a you that I was-a going to bring my-a sister over and you two are-a just laying around?!"

    "Ja," a deep, tired voice mumbled from the black colored couch pushed up against the wall. Peeking over her brothers shoulder, who had tensed at the unsatisfactory reply, _________ saw a blonde man in a brown military uniform, minus the jacket, sprawled out on the leather couch. Lutz. He lazily looked up at the two of them from his resting spot, pink tinted eyes staring at them dully. That is, until his eyes fell on her.

    "Oh? Did you bring her?" a second voice asked. This one was smooth yet harsh. Kuro. She looked to the left to see the red eyed man wearing a black navy imperial uniform, a sword strapped to his back and a scowl on his face. Without waiting for her brother to introduce her, she stepped around him and up to the Japanese man who was shorter than her, tilting her head to the side and studying him with amused (e/c) and purple eyes.

    The corner of her lips twitched.

    "________ Vargas," she said flatly.

    "Kuro Honda," he spoke in a tone similar to her own. She nodded, as if she didn't already know that, and allowed her gaze to wonder to the sword that rested in it's case on his back. He seemed to follow her gaze and smirked, "Kōkishin wa neko, on'nanoko o koroshita." She raised an eyebrow but said nothing, although whatever he told her seemed to piss her brother off enough, seeing as he stormed over to them and pulled her away, glaring at Kuro threateningly.

    Lutz used this as an opportunity to grab _________ and pull her down onto the couch with him with a smirk of his own. "Lutz Beilschmidt," he told her gruffly. Of course, this only seemed to set Luciano off even more, causing him to nearly stab Lutz as he yanked his sister out of the German's grasp, holding her against his side in a protect manner.

    "Voi bastardi stupidi!" He barely managed to ground out, giving his "friends" a fierce glare. His rampage ended all too soon though when _________ interrupted him with a simple and blunt "I like them". He froze, turning to look into his eyes warily. "Are you sure, mio angelo della morte?" he asked her gently, surprising both Kuro and Lutz. He knew that she meant it though when he saw the purple swirls glowing within her (e/c) depths, eyes alight with an amusement that could only spell trouble for Luciano in the future.

    She didn't answer him, knowing that she didn't really need to. Instead, she gave him a dull look, replying with "You know I hate it when you call me that."

    "Si bella, I-a know," he sighed in defeat.

    It seemed as if _________ had found two new toys.