2p!Italy x child!reader- Family love (part 16)

The net day, you were trying to enjoy lunch with your mom and dad but he was staring at you so intensely as you ate, you finally had to say, "What is it?"

"You. You're really planning on doing this?"

"Eating?"

"(name). Don't get smart."

"Sorry. I don't see what's wrong with what I planned yesterday, anyway," you shrug before taking a sip of your juice. Your mom was unusually quiet as she sat next to you.

"Just the fact that you thought of something impresses me."

You giggled, "Well, I'm glad! Huh? Oh, mama says, don't encourage me...Really loudly."

"Sorry then."

"Anyway! I'm going to Ivan's tomorrow to handle supplies~!"

"Since when did you start making arrangements to go there without me?"

You swat your hand in the air as a forkful of food finds it's way to your mouth. "It's not that serious. I'm just picking up weapons. We're all going to need them. Might as well be prepared!"

"Why are you in such a good mood?"

"Hm...I don't really know!" you smile widely then take another forkful of food, "Maybe (poppet's) rubbing off on me."

"You started trusting her easily?"

"Oh no! I hated her with the deepest hatred I could conjure up within me. Remember. But family is family, right. Sorry about not telling you until now. It's just kind of weird. Just a few days ago, I wouldn't have cared, I bet but now, I'm helping her...the most I can, without actually doing anything myself but planning. Hopefully, that's enough."


The next day, you prepared your bear in its bag and added a bit of gloss to your lips before going down stairs to meet with two guards you were having come with you to carry the heavy bags. "I'm leaving, Luciano!" you yell, guessing he would hear you, some way.

In the car, you sit in between the two with your bear in your lap, fiddling with its ears. One of them made a sound or coughed which made you look up and look to both. "What?" you question.

"O-oh, nothing miss," one answers.

"Sounds like you wanted to say something."

"It's just, I never thought I'd be taking orders from the bosses daughter. Especially not when she's only eleven."

"Well, first time for everything," they both crack a smile, "But that's not a problem, is it?"

"No actually."

"Good. If it was, I'd kill ya."

"Y-yes ma'am."

When you arrive at the house, you move one of the straps to the bag lazily over your shoulder and proceed in with the men following behind you. 

"Good day, (name)," Toris greeted you.

You glance to him. Though you knew what he did, you had to be as casual as you could. you wave as you pass him by. "You too," you speak before entering into the room which was your destination.

Inside, you smile at Ivan before taking off your bag and sitting it on the couch in the room. "Hello."

"(name). More weapons?"

"Oh, you know me so well."

Some men came from the room connecting to the one you were currently in. They were carrying duffel bags and briefcases. Your men went to take them from them. "I have a question for you, (name)," Ivan mentioned as he eyed you from over his hands that were above his nose.

"What is it?"

"Where's Ravis?"

"Hm?" you blinked a few times with an innocent face, "How should I know? I thought he was here. You lost him?"

"I didn't lose him."

"Sounds like you lost him"

You noticed his eyes narrow at you. You brushed it off though but then he got that smirk. The same one he gets when he tried to recruit you. "That doesn't matter. Now about you."

"What is it this time? Got something to wow me to join you?"

"I would love to see you when you're angry."

The statement threw you off a little. You weren't expecting anything like that to be said. The look you gave him let him know you were trying to piece together what he meant already, "W-what?"

"Oh, nothing. I just thought I should tell you that."

"Miss. We got everything," one of the men noted to you. You nodded to him before letting out a breath and tossing the bookbag back over your shoulder.

"Lets go."

"See you soon, (name)," Ivan waved you off. You glared at him before putting your nose in the air and leaving.

In the car, you grumbled about what he could have meant by that. What was he planning on doing? To make you mad? You growled then turned your head at the thought. "Whatever. I just won't be easily angered. I can control myself, if I have to."

When you got home, you went to find your dad with the men. You find him in the living room and have them drop the bags in front of him. With a grin, you announce, "Guns!"

"You got them, then."

"Oh, I got them! It's just a little saddening that I won't be able to use them as well." Though it was your plan, you weren't allowed to participate.


"(ragazza). Just because you can help, doesn't mean I'm letting you get too involved," your dad informed you.

"Then what am I to do?!"

"Oh! Oh! You can plan it, cousin! You're really smart and I'm no good at that stuff. I would just say, lets go now but I'm pretty sure that's not very smart," (poppet) offered.

"...Fine, but I rather be holding a gun to help you...Alright. I have something but it's going to take both mafias. What I want for them to do is cause a distraction. Lure as many of the Russians as you can away from the main house where Ivan will be. After that, (poppet) will go in, finish off the remainder, then get to Ivan. I'm confident you can do it, (poppet)."

"Oh, I bet I can!" she gave a thumbs up and giggled.

"Yes. I've heard stories about you. I've never asked but is it true you killed people at five and felt nothing about it?"

"Uh-huh! Bad guys get no feelings from me~!"

"Wow."

"Wait. Wait. You can't seriously be thinking to just send (poppet) in by herself. With no one else?" Peter pointed out fault with your plan.

"Don't you worry, Petey! I'll be just fine!" she assured.

"Look. I get that you're probably capable of killing someone but that doesn't mean you can just off a mafia boss. Think about this. Lets just do the smart thing and ha-"

"No," (poppet) interrupted, "No. I'm doing it. I'll be the one to kill him. No one else. I'll kill him and Toris...Peter...Just help me...and trust in my cousin cause I trust her."


As night started to creep around, you went off to your room to watch some tv before going to bed a bit later. You always liked hugging your bear while you watched the tv so you tried to remember where you put it. Then it struck you. Your book bag. You brought her with you when you left out today.

When you got your bag, you were surprised to see it was empty. You were sure you brought her and you were sure you hadn't moved her. Did you leave her at Ivan's? You thought back. If you were paying attention, in the car, you would have probably noticed that she wasn't in your bag on the way home.

You race down the stairs and try to get to the front door but one of the men who were in the house stopped you. "Miss! What's the problem?!"

"M-my bear! I need my bear! I-I think I left it at Ivan's. I need my bear!" you declared as you tried to fight your way out of his grip. He held onto you until your dad came. "Dad! I need my bear! I think it's at Ivan's house. I need it!"

"Ragazza, calm down."

"You know I can't calm down! I need it! Tell him to let me go so I can get it!"

"(name). I think you should wait and try to get it tomorrow."

"No! I don't want to! Let me go!"

Luciano had the man drop you but only so he could embrace you himself. You froze from the hug. Neither one of you were use to affection from the other, despite your roles as father and daughter. "It's alright...You'll get it tomorrow, ok? She'll be fine."

You returned the hug, slowly; holding back your tears. "P-promise?"

"Promise, bella."

"A-alright then." That night, you went to sleep without your mother. Something you hadn't done in years. It made you feel lonely. You didn't like that very much. Without your mom, your heart felt an empty space.

The next day, you woke up bright an early to go back to Ivan's house to get your mom back. You left by yourself, the only other person with you being the driver. During the ride, the only thing you were thinking about was hoping your mom was in a safe place, hoping that Ivan put her away somewhere, recognizing it as yours.

Pulling up in front of the house, you rush out of the car and to the front yard. To your horror, you discover your beloved bear. It's head was cut off and laying next to the body that had a large nail drove through it along with a good amount of its stuffing taken out. It had many cuts, assuming this is where they pulled the stuffing from, the fluff still hanging out in the open for all to see.

No thoughts were processed, no words formed as you still tried to make the scene click in your head. When it did, your body began to shake, your eyes not to blink as air was finding itself difficult to get to. Then, with a deep breath in, you screamed and screamed at the top of your lungs. "M-MAMA!!" you fell to your knees as your hands that were barely under your control, inched to the stomach of the bear that was ripped open. "M-mama? M-mama. I-I can't hear you. W-where'd you go? C-come back. Please. M-mama? M-mama!" Tears burned your eyes until they rolled down your face in large streams. "Y-you bastards!! I'll murder you!! I'll rip your fucking head off your body with my bare hands, you heartless, disgusting, excuse for a human!! Ivan! You hear me?! I'll make you pay for this if it's the last fucking thing I ever do in this world! You will die and I will kill you! I promise, I will!"

Your driver came out of the car to see what caused you to be so loud and upset. He found you clinging to your bear's head in your lap, rocking back and forth mumbling, 'I'll kill you' over and over again. He picked you up and by then, you were in no way able to fight him. You were put in the car and drove back home where, even then, needed help to get into the house. He called for your dad as he sat you on the couch.

"(name). What's wrong?" he asks, seeing you still shaken and not blinking.

You turned to him and lifted the head into his view. "T-they killed her," you whispered then took a long sniff. "D-dad...L-let me kill him."

"(name)."

"Dad...Let me do it." He places his hand on your shoulder and looks you in your eyes. There, he sees your overall determination and coldness. He nods. The slightest smile was on your face as you looked down at the teddy bear head in your arms. "I have no more restrictions. I-I can kill how I want to. I want his death to be slow...I'll donate some of him to (poppet) too. I hear she likes to cook like that. I want to use his vital organs as play toys. I want to hear him beg for his life as I hold it in my hands. I decide whether you live or die...I decide."