Short beginning is short. And this fic is not researched whatsoever, so most of the mafia stuff in here is guessed and not at all ACURRATE. I'll actually give you the pairings in here this time and there might be more to come if I don't get bored with this fic. Obviously Prumano, SpaBel, Gerita and maybe more... Hetalia doesn't belong to me...
Lovino Vargas was one of the top and one of the most respected mafia bosses of his generation. He had more hits than anyone in Italy and had less causalities than any mafia family had in many of families generations. There was one problem now though.
His family had a hit on them and his family was dying. He sighed in frustration as he looked on his desk. Papers of his fallen comrades were on the desk and he had to visit the ones with families and tell them what had happened to their loved ones. He hated the way their faces would be one of sadness, rage and accusation.
Lovino stood up and put the papers into his briefcase. He grabbed it and went out of his office pausing to get his coat. Once he had everything he went out the front door of the hideout. His men looked at him cautiously. "Stand down. I must do this myself." He answered as some of his men started to get up.
"But Boss-" One of them started but cut himself off as Lovino gave him an icy stare. "Sorry boss." He apologized.
Lovino nodded and left the hideout. He sighed again as the briefcase started to feel a lot heavier. He sighed. Today was going to be a long day.
He didn't feel the presence or felt eyes following him the whole day.
LATER THE NEXT DAY
Lovino sighed as he sat up in his warm bed, the sheets making a pool of cloth in his lap. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and then got out of his bed, revealing his slim and firm naked body. He made his bed silently and looked out his large window. It was very peaceful where he lived, he almost let a small smile creep onto his face. The brunette sighed again as he went into the bathroom to take his shower.
Once out of his shower and dressed in his usual attire of a black suit he went downstairs and was met with one of his men. "Ciao. What news do you bring?" Lovino asked, starting for the kitchen. The underling trailed after him.
"There's a man here who wants a hit on a person." He answered, Lovino rose an eyebrow for him to continue. "The man says that the man has been seen happily shooting our men." Lovino's face grew to have a scowl.
"Happily shooting our men?" He echoed. "Who the fuck is he?" Lovino questioned, malice dripping off his words. The underling cowered at the aura his boss was giving off.
"Gilbert Beilschmidt." He answered, cowing away from the angry glare that had appeared on Lovino's face.
"Gilbert Beilschmidt…" Lovino gave the underling a creepy smile. "Tell the customer that we'll take the hit and I will personally hunt down that bastard and kill him." The underling nodded and scampered away, leaving Lovino to eat his small breakfast of tomatoes and cheese with much malice.
Gilbert Beilschmidt… you have just been given a hit.