A/N: Okay so I've been watching Baccano allll day! Seriously.. =3= I finished the series tooooo fast. But honestly I feel Baccano and the song Love Bite encouraged me to make this fic. Oh and i will only be using Human names(But forgive me if I slip up and call Antonio Spain I have caught myself do it twice already) This is an AU fic so yes they will be slight OOC like spain's split persona and Alfred's odd craving for blood, also they are not countries and when they die they will not come back. Please keep this in mind. Oh and by the way Italy is wearing the dress he wears as Chibitalia through out most of this fic.
Full Summary: Antonio is the leader the Spanish Mafia, Lovino is his personal assassin. Arthur Kirkland is the leader of the English Mafia and is slowly falling into debt with both Antonio and Yao, His beloved bodyguard Alfred does not help with this problem. Ivan Braginski is the leader of the Russian Mafia who is happily in a perfect balance of power, his Bodyguard is Gilbert Beilshmid. When a odd blond starts popping up on all of Lovino's jobs odd things begin to happen. Is this boy pushing the three powerful families into an all out war or will a innocent bystander be able to save them.
Suck summary I know.
And Pardon my spelling I may have spelled Rodrick wrong, I honestly do not know how to spell it so i am just guessing. -shot-
Magic: hello all! I am Magic in Seborga, but call me Magic, and these are my two co-stars Alfred and -
Arthur: I am Arthur Kirkland, also known as the United kingdom of Great Brittan and Northern Ireland.
Alfred: Dude nice way of interrupting her.
Magic: that was rude Iggy.
Arthur: Well I had to or you would have introduced me as "iggy"
Alfred: But you are iggy.
Arthur: Shut up you twit.
Magic: Anyways. Please do enjoy.
W A R N I N G ! ! ! Nothing to bad this chapter except for a few deaths. No character deaths, all OC. Character death comes in later.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, if I did there would be much more of the awesomeness that is PRUSSIA!
E D I T:
Spanish Family:
Spain - Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
France - Francis Bonnefoy
S. Italy/ Romano - Lovino Vargas
Seborga - Benito Vargas
Belgium - Bella
The Kirkland Family:
Canada - Matthew Williams
America- Alfred F. Jones
England - Arthur Kirkland
Scotland - Iain Kirkland
Whales - William Kirkland
Hong Kong - Kaoru Kirkland
Sealand - Peter Kirkland
(Holy Junk that's a lot of Kirklands!)
Russian Family:
Russia - Ivan Braginski
Moscow - Aleks Braginski
Prussia - Gilbert Weillschmidt
Belarus - Natalia Alfroskaya
Ukraine - Yekaterina "Katyusha" Braginski
Latvia - Raivis Galante
Estonia - Eduard Von Bock
Lithuania - Toris Lorinaitis
Asian Family:
China - Yao Wang
Japan - Honda Kiku
Korea - Im Yong Soo
Taiwan - MeiMei
Other:
N. Italy - Feliciano Vargas
Germany - Ludwig
Turkey - Sadiq Annan
Greece - Heracles Karpusi
Egypt - Gupta Muhammad Hassan
Finland - Tino Väinämöinen
Sweden - Berwald Oxenstierna
Denmark - Mathias Køhler
Switzerland - Vash Zwingli
Hungary - Elizaveta Héderváry
Austria - Roderich Edelstein
Sorry for this but I was having people asking me who everyone was so I decided to post a name list of everyone.
"Fratello!" I turn and see him, my little brother, my twin. "feliciano... Why are you here?" I asked him, he should not be here, does he not know how painful it is for me to see him. "Rodrick had business with Antonio so I was able to come along." He said happily, he was to oblivious to see how upset I was, "That's...Great." I lied, I always do.
He smiled at me and laced his fingers with mine, "Let's have some Pasta Fratello!" He chirped cheerfully as he tugged me along to Antonio's kitchen. Do not get me wrong, I love my Fratello more than you can ever imagine. I lie to him, I keep him distant all because i want him safe. This line of work the Spaniard has pulled me into it is nothing Feli needs to be dragged into.
"You make the sauce and I will get the linguini ready!" He said to me as he dug through his bag. He carries pasta with him every where he goes, though I can't talk, I always have a tomato near by. I started on the sauce just as he said and he began to boil his noodles. Being so close to him truly does make me happy but all of that came crumbling down when they walked in. "Oh Lovi you are cooking?" Antionio smiled as he walked to my side and peeked into the pot over my shoulder.
"It amazes me how the two of you can eat nothing but Pasta." Rodrick said as he sat at the table. I don't like Rodrick, he keeps me and Feli separated and rarely lets me see him. He says i am a bad influence on him and seeing as what my current job is i suppose i am. "Feliciano we will be leaving once you have finished eating."
"But i want to spend time with mi fratello..." Feliciano sounded sad, I could tell he was but Rodrick does not care. I can not fully hate him because he keeps my brother safe, in a way i am glad it was Rodrick who won my brother and not some creep like Francis. "No buts Feliciano." that was all he needed to say for my brother to silence himself. Antonio on the other hand did not stop. "Why don't you two stay the night Roderick? There is no need to leave so soon."
"I have business else ware Antonio and we need to be leaving soon. Gilbert is visiting and I do not trust him alone in my house." Rodrick stated bluntly, it was obvious he would not stay but still Antonio was stubborn and could not take a hint. "But Elizaveta is there si? So it should be okay!" Rodrick was already shaking his head with a look of annoyance. "No I must leave soon Antonio I can not stay."
The two of them continued their conversation at the table while I stirred my now bowling tomato sauce. Feliciano looked over at me with a few tears in his eyes, "Fratello... I do not wish to leave you..." He said with one small sob. It made my chest hurt to see him cry, but I knew it was best that he left and Antonio did as well. I have a job to do tonight, if Feliciano stayed then he would know my secret.
"Fratello I finished the sauce." I said with a small smile, a smile is all I can offer him at this point. His tears cleared up at seeing my smile and so together we prepared the rest of the dish. I thought I had been preparing Spaghetti but he changed his mind half way to a dish that would take a little longer to prepare. "It's ready!" Feliciano called out happily as we sat our finished dish on the table.
"It looks delicious feli!" Antonio chirped happily as we served our dish, Rodrick gave a small nod to show he agreed with what Antonio had stated. I moved to take a seat by Feliciano but I could feel Antonio staring at me. I knew what he wanted, he wanted me at his side. With a heavy heart I obliged and sat beside Antonio across from Feliciano.
The Pasta was amazing, it always was when both myself and Feli worked together to make it. I wish that we could do this every day, I wish I didn't have a job to do, but wishes are just that...Wishes. "Ciao Fratello." Feliciano said as Antonio and i walked them to the front door. "Ciao." I said with my normal stubborn face. I would never let him know how upset i was, it would only upset him as well.
My eyes widened when I felt a kiss planted on my cheek, "I will visit again soon okay? So be happy fratello." he whispered into my ear, it made me feel at peace and I nodded. He turned to catch up with Roderick and all i could do was watch, "It is getting late Lovino.. You know what to do." Antonio's tone had changed to the one he would always use when instructing me on my jobs. "Si... I will leave now then.." I said and left for my room with out waiting for his reply.
Once in my room I changed into a dark black satin blouse with matching dress pants. I always wear this for the blood doesn't stain on black clothing. With a sigh I puled on my darkest pair of gloves and picked up my pistol. Good it was already loaded so i was ready to go. I walked to Antonio's room to get my targets name but found the papers on a table outside of it. He must have been upset with me to not want to see me.
I shrugged the thought away and opened the file, my target was an French man who owed our family over 16k. The man seemed to be in his mid twenties and was for the most part very well groomed, at least in this picture he was. I headed out without a word, Antonio knew I would leave so I had no need to state my departure.
The man lived in a town not to far from Antonio's villa which made things easy. I made my way to the man's house, I never read my targets name's, I don't wish to know those who I am going to kill. I arrived at the address of my target on scheduled but there was a problem. "Dammit... Bastard's not home." I grumbled to myself and prepared to search the town when a boy answered the door. "who are you?" I turned to look at the kid and my heart dropped. Great my target had a family.
"I am looking for.." I glanced down at my paper and back to the boy, "Joshua Gravious." I said to the boy and he shook his head. "Master is out at the moment but you may come in and wait for him." My guilt vanished when the words master escaped the boy, so he was a servant.
"So you are a servant here?" I asked him after entering the house, the boy seemed to be about twelve. "Ja I am. My name is Ludwig... I am afraid I have no surname though." He lead me to a room as he said this and turned to me, "Can I fix you any thing?" I shook my head and the boy bowed before leaving the room.
It was not even a full ten minutes before I heard the front door of the house open and the boy from before greeting his master. Good my target was home and being led to me. I looked up as Ludwig led the Frenchman into the room, his face instantly tensing at the sight of me. "Y-You work for that Spaniard Antonio!" I nodded with a blank face and stood from my seat. "Ludwig don't just stand there! Protect me!" The boy from earlier nodded and stepped in front of his master.
"Move kid I don't want to hurt you too." I said but to my surprise all I got as a reply was a harsh slash across my face. "Ah! Damn it what was that?" I cried out and took a step back. Ludwig cracked his newly drawn whip and stared emotionless at me, he wasn't going to let me touch his master. I pulled out my pistol and fired at him.
"Damn it Ludwig! Your supposed to protect me!" The man screeched as my bullet was lodged into his shoulder, he struck Ludwig and glared at me. "Kill him! Kill him now!"
Ludwig didn't flinch when his master struck him, he only lashed his whip out once more at me, but this time I was ready. I dodged barely missing the strike and shot a second bullet this time hitting his masters side. He fell back and coughed up blood, I couldn't help but feel accomplished with myself. I had hit his lung on my second shot. Ludwig however was not pleased and while i was distracted his whip made its way around my wrist and yanked me to the ground.
"Shit." I yelped as I was slammed into the floor and my gun slid away from me. This kid was stronger than he looked and far to skilled to just be a servant. "Your master is dead! Your free so let me go!" I said frantically, this boy would kill me if he wanted and i could not defend myself. "I am no servant." He said and pulled his whip back. "I was supposed to kill this man." With that stated Ludwig left me on the floor both confused and horrified.
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Antonio perked up when he heard the door opening signaling my return. "Lovino! I assume all went well?" he said happily as he turned to face me. His face dropped however when he saw the cut on my cheek and the bruise forming on my wrist. "What happened?"
"Some boy was there.. His name was Ludwig I think." I said as I collapsed onto the far end of the couch, "He said he was supposed to kill my target, I think this cut was a warning to not get in his way again." I wiped my cheek and winced with the small jolt of pain it gave me.
"Ludwig? he works With Gilbert in Ivan's family." Antonio said more to himself than me as he sat back into his chair. "Ludwig is an assassin for the Russian mafia.. Steer clear of him Lovi, Ludwig is never good news to run into." I nodded and closed my eyes, "I need a shower..."
"Then go, you have the rest of the night to yourself." Antonio said and went back to going through papers on his desk. I headed to the shower and sighed. The shower would be enough to calm my head of the earlier events. As the shower started and I waited for it to heat up I could not help the one thought that continued to play through my head. "I hate my job."
Chapter Two Preview!
"So Iggy How'd it go?" The younger blond asked with a cocky smirk. He was lounging on my luxurious couch with his shoes resting on the cushions. "Alfred get your shoes off of mu couch! and don't call me Iggy." I snarled as I took a seat in one of the chairs closest to the couch. It wasn't that i enjoyed being close to the psychotic American, i just wanted to be within hitting range.
"I know I know." Alfred said sitting up quickly and leaning closer to me. "So how. Did. It. Go?" He said in one of his more annoying ways of speaking. I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the chair, "Not well I'm afraid. Francis would not except our offer. I'm afraid The Spanish Mafia is now on our enemy list." I said with a small sigh, they had been very good allies up to this point but now things were about to get very very violent.
"YES!" Alfred cried happily doing a little fist pump in the air, "New enemies means more blood for me to spill!" He laughed and I could tell he was imagining just how to kill the first assassin that would come after me. "Sometimes I wonder why I haven't gotten you locked in a ward."
Magic: Ha ha! that's right Next chapter we meet the second of our three main characters!
Alfred: ME!
Magic: No not you, Alfred.. Though you do play a big part. the next main to be introduced is Iggy!
Arthur: Don't call me iggy.
Magic: Well anyways please Review! The more I get the faster my Ladd inspired America comes in!
Alfred: That's right! And I'll make this story so much better!