Hello, my beloved readers! I have recently fallen in love with the 2p!Prumano pairing. No thanks to my 2p! Romano page...

I thought it would be an awesome idea if I wrote out and published one off the rps I did with the 2p!Prussia page that I rp with. of course, I got my rp partner's permission first...

Anywho, I figured that I would stick with the alternate names we came up with (and are our page names) for our characters. I may add more if need be.

2p! Romano- Leonardo Vargas

2p! Prussia- Gordon Beilschmidt

I apologize for any grammar errors and spelling mistakes. I am typing on my kindle, and I can't turn off the autocorrect.

Third Person: Gordon

"W- why did they choose me?" Gordon asked himself. He was currently standing on the rooftop of the Vargas house, in the traditional Nazi attire.

"I suck at this!" He continued his rant. "M- maybe they want me killed or something... I wouldn't doubt that... A- and why the Vargas house?! T- the boys here are scary..."

And with the conclusion to his rant, Gordon begins looking around for an opening of sorts on the roof.

Third Person: Leonardo

Unbeknownst to Gordon, somebody heard his clambering around on the roof. Upon hearing these noises, said someone set down the book he had been reading.

"Is that a little mouse I hear?" An Italian accented voice giggled to himself. The owner of the voice then grabbed the knives that were beside the recently discarded book, and a handgun from a nearby vase. He put all but one knife into his pockets, keeping the knife in his hand. He then walked up the attic stairs, and promptly hid himself behind a couple of boxes near a skylight.

He knew full well that the soon-to-be intruder had a gun on him, yet that didn't phase him in the slightest, instead gripping the knife with no more force than needed. He had no need to worry, for he was the Elder Vargas brother, an expert in knives poisons, and sniping.

Third Person: Gordon

Luckily for Gordon, the Vargas' had a skylight. With little effort, he has managed to pop open the hatch on the skylight. Without a second thought, he jumped in, falling and landing on his back.

"Damn," Gordon muttered to himself. "I really do suck."

He had thought he heard stifled laughter, but ignored it, thinking it was his imagination. He stood up, dusting himself off in the process, sweeping his eyes around the dimly lit attic in an attempt to find an exit.

"It's gotta be around here somewhere..."

Suddenly, he sensed movement from behind some nearby boxes. He quickly turned to fully face the boxes, whipping out his gun and aiming in the general direction of aforementioned boxes.

"Wh- who's there?!" He called out to the shadows, glaring nervously. He heard a sickeningly sweet giggle, and Gordon's stomach clenched in fear. He could barely make out a shadow of a person standing beside the boxes.

The owner of the giggle stepped out into the light. He was about a head shorter than Gordon, and had a hint of a natural tan that all Italians seemed to have. His hair was a shade of blonde, which was odd for someone of his racial status. His eyes, glinting in excitement and something darker bubbled underneath, were a nice golden color with hints of bronze.

The man was pointing knife at him, but that wasn't what truly unnerved him. It was his smile. Gordon hadn't seen such a bright smile that portrayed such glee in a situation like this.

"Just me~" The person responded in a childish manner.

He then realized just exactly who he was dealing with.

Gordon tried to keep his gun steady as he looked at the older of the Vargas brothers in the eye.

Oh, yes, this will be a multichapter, because I'm an asshole, and we haven't finished the rp yet. The rating is subject to change because I habe no idea what my rp partner has in store for me.

Updates will be sporadic.

Questions? Comments? Review~