Teen_Italia

Smoke clouded the air and the boss sat at his desk, waving a cigarette. 

"You again. Go away, bastard. You're-a not wanted. Felciano~" 

"Si..." A sad Italian covered your mouth with a wet cloth. 

"Good night," Romano hummed. 
~
The name is Vargas. Yes, you might say I run a... mafia? No. *chuckles* I' am simply the head of a family. A very powerful, closely interwoven family. And- if you mess with us-
*gun clicks*
It'a will be the last thing you do. 

C-ciao. S-shush! Fratello... he will hear! He- says I'm not allowed to talk to people.... I'a just want to be happy. But I want fratello to be happy to, which is why I do this day after day... *wipes something on cheek* W-what? I'm not crying! G-go away... Please... I don't want to hurt you...