Law Breaking!Hetalia: Germany Ch.1

From what you could see you found it to be a man with...

…slicked back blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.
He was imposing, tall, broad shouldered and obviously a well built man, possibly a body builder.
“Vhat’d you bring the mädchen here for?”
And German. Go figures.
“She walked in on us dealing with some of Jones’ guys.”
Jones? As in Alfred F. Jones? Boss of the Freedom gang*? You had walked into a gang war!?
“Vas? Und vhy vould she do that?”
It took you a moment to realize the question had been directed at you and not your two captors. You were slightly slack jawed, not quiet knowing how to answer the gang member. You figured the likely hood of him believing your slip up story was slim. Heck, he was probably more inclined to think you were part of some rival gang.
“That’s all you’ve got to say?” The German took a step forward, obviously in an act of intimidation.
“Oh! Ludwig, you’re-a scaring the poor ragazza!” You were shocked at the appearance of the brunette with a strange curl on the blonde man’s arm.
Wordlessly he tried to shake off the Italian but he didn’t have much success.
“Feliciano, leave.”
“But-a then you would be-a mean to the bella!” The short man then detached from Ludwigs arm and skipped, literally skipped, up to you and took your hand.
“Wah-!” You stumbled as the Italian pulled you away from your two original captors. You didn’t resist as he guided you to a door on the far side of the room.
“I’ll-a take care of the ragazza! Don’t-a worry boss!” He shouted, closing the door behind you.
The cheery man then promptly pulled you down a hallway and through another door, which he also slammed behind you.
When you finally got a minute to survey your surroundings you found the two of you were in a large bedroom. A four post bed was shoved up in the far corner, a few feet away sat a dresser and attached mirror. Closer to you and the door was a small sitting area; two couches facing each other with a small coffee table in the middle. This also happened to be where your Italian savior was headed.
“Come on, ragazza, you can sit. I won’t-a hurt you.” He gestured to the couch across from him.
In all honesty, you felt more at ease around this man in comparison to his German companion. Still, your situation called for cautiousness. You sat across from the brunette, albeit rather stiffly.
“What’s-a your name, bella?”  
“(first name), (full name)” You answered quietly.
“Such-a pretty name~” He smiled, his strange, gravity defying, curl bouncing slightly. “I’m-a Feliciano Vargas, but you can-a call me Feli.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Feli.” You greeted quietly. Even scared you had some sense of propriety.
“Hmm? There’s no need to be shy, ragazza. I’m not mean like-a Ludwig.”
Feli’s cheeriness and bubbly attitude set him apart from the German boss but you still didn’t know if you could trust him.
“But-a, I still need to-a ask why you were at the scene.” He leaned forward, resting is chin on his palms.