Running From The Lies.

Warning: Language, some minor lemon in future chapters, AU, Shonen-ai, some type of yaoi, just a tiny bit of gender bending and cross dressing, Slight shota, human names used, ect.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I do own the plot; it took me way too long to make it.

A/N: This is based off of an RP I was doing with someone, the plot wasn't originally Hetalia but as it went on I kind of noticed how similar the characters were, so ta-da. I'll update my other ones later, enjoy. ^^ Thank you so much to pandacakes91for pointing out my foolish mistakes and giving me an amazing critique, I hope the chapter is better now. ^^

Summary: Antonio Fernandez is a 20 year old crappy assassin, more or less; thrown into the Spanish Mafia at the age of 15 when his father died and left a 50 million dollar debt on his shoulders, he is one of the worst there is; finally his boss is sick and tired of him, she gives Antonio one last chance, if he fails; he shall be killed. He has to go kidnap the Italian princess, if he came back with her; he was free of the debt but if he ran away or didn't came back with her, he would be found and killed.

Lovino Vargas is a 16 year old half blooded prince; he is the bastard child of his father and a south Italian maid, he was skipped over and the crown was given to his younger half sister Feliciana Vargas; he was also forced into become his sister's right hand man and personal body guard, and to make matters worse; his 25 year old Prussian Superior wants to get into his pants, and the bad luck doesn't stop there; a note arrived saying the lovely princess Feliciana, would be kidnapped on the night of the autumn festival, which was taking place in two day; so now Lovino is being forced into dressing up like his sister and acting like her during the festival, what more could go wrong?

Chapter 1: The Final Mission.

Antonio sighed as he ran a hand though his somewhat curly brown hair, it almost looked black in the dim light of his bedroom; he looked up at the mirror, his reflection almost looked out of place from the usual happy good-lucky guy he usually was.

He sighed as he pulled on a jet black hooded cloak, he glanced at a black half mask lying on his bed; he slowly made his way to it and picked it up. It was black with a pair of small black horns sticking out from the top, and a pair of crimson gems on the corners of the eyes holes.

"I'm sorry…" He said to no one before pulling the mask on, he tied it in the back before heading out the door. All the other members of the Spanish mafia watched him walk out, some giving comments while a few gave him encouragement; but still the heavy, sick feeling in the pit of his stomach didn't vanish, it just grew worse with every step he took.

"Toni…"

Antonio turned to see a young girl, her dark wavy locks bounced with each step she took. He turned to her and smiled as best as he could.

"I'm coming with you and nothing you say will stop me!"

Antonio sighed as he took off the mask, it was difficult to see with anyways; his bright green eyes clashed with the dark materiel of it, it made them stand out.

"Dulce, how many times do I have, you cannot come with me." He replied to her as he let out a small sigh.

"Yes I can! I'm really good; I can handle any lethal perfectly and I'm stealthy." The determined tone in her voice almost made Antonio second guess about bringing her…almost.

"You're 16 and a trainee, for that matter. No, you can't come and that is final." Her big, round teal eyes filled up with pain and tears; it pulled at Antonio's heart strings and he ended up bending down, and pulling her into a hug.

"Please Toni; don't go…I already lost Gabriela, I don't want to lose you too." She cried softly into his cloak, it broke Antonio's heart. Gabriel had been Dulce's older sister; she had died during a solo mission.

"Stop crying, mi niña; you're attracting a lot of attention." A small crowd had gathered around them, Dulce laugh softly and wiped her eyes as she pulled away from the older man. "I need to complete this mission, if I don't that you'll really lose me. I'll be back by night fall and then we can celebrate with café con leche." Antonio flashed a smile at her.

"Fine, but I better get extra cream with my coffee." This caused Antonio to smile at her. "Oh, I almost forgot!"

He looked curiously at her as she looked for something in her coat pockets. She pulled something out and held it up to him; it was a black leather holster with a dagger. Antonio took it and pulled it out, his name was engraved on the side blade and a bull head was carved on the handle.

"Dulce, where did you get this?" He was shocked at the high quality of the blade, it was a too long to be called a dagger but too short to be called a sword.

"It's a present for you, It's the best there was; Gabriela and I chipped in to get it done for you." The younger girl's eyes seemed to cloud over with sadness and pain, but she shook it away as best as she could. "I wish she was here, so we both could have given it to you…it took a long time to make, too long if you ask me…" Antonio sighed, he ruffled her hair and made her laugh. They both enjoyed their little moment of happiness; before someone yelled at Antonio to hurry up.

"Adios mi niña; stay safe."

"Adios Antonio; please come back safe."

They said there sad goodbyes and Antonio was off again, he put the blade back in the holster before tying it to his belt. He was out the door and into the stable, his jet black mustang stood there waiting for him; he smiled at it as a few members brought the massive creature out to his waiting master. Antonio petted it before mounted the horse, 'Last mission and then I'm free, all I have to do is get though this and I'll be free.' He thought as he grabbed the reigns as the other mafia members tucked things away into the mustang's saddle bag. Antonio was a little glad that the autumn festival was decided to be a masquerade, less the princess knew of him, the better.

"Bring her back tonight, safe and unharmed. Do this and you'll be free."

The mafia boss said; it was strange that his boss was a chick but still he nodded respectfully at her. He lightly tugged his hood up, over his dark brown hair. "Do not worry; I'll have her back before the night ends." He said smoothly with a smirk, his boss smiled up at him before walking away. "I expect you to, if not-"She turned and looked at him. "-I'll have fun killing you slowly and painfully then stuffing your body for my collection." Antonio shivered slightly but gave her a sharp nod, he took off on the mustang though the thick trees. The question of, why a Spanish mafia was in Italy, dawned on him. It was most likely for these types of situations; the mafia had a hideout in most of the Europe for when they had to take missions outside of their own nation.

The sun was almost gone and the darkness of night started to take over and the festival would start soon. The wind rushed past Antonio as he rode though the dark forest, his clothes molding to his slim but muscular frame. The way the material clung to him made him feel more thin and fragile than he actually was. He slowed down some, he wasn't in a hurry. It didn't really matter to him if he arrived late, he needed to get the princess away without being seen. He sighed as he looked around the forest; he didn't want to do this…He wasn't a bad person at all, he was just stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"I still cannot fucking believe this, Feli!" He growled as the chamber maids worked on him, he felt like they were going to kill him; his poor ribs were being squished in. 'Great, death by corset; that is exactly how I wanted to die.' He thought sarcastically to himself.

"I'm sorry Fratello, I really am; but I cannot be kidnapped. I am the princess after all." Feliciana said as she brushed her hair out. "And I'm also sacrificing the ability to go and enjoy myself for my safety." She said before turning to her brother, her lightly tanned skin was so much lighter than his olive complexion.

Lovino or Lovi as he was usually referred to, sighed. He was looking into the mirror, studying his face after being all done up as his half sister. His skin was powdered to make him look even more like her and his lips were painted red. Luckily he would be wearing a mask, so, well, it wasn't that bad… Oh, who was he kidding, this was fucking terrible. He and his half-sister were about the same height, perhaps he was even a little taller than her and from a distance, an unfocused eye could mistake one for the other, except; Feliciana had a wild curl the sprung up to the left of her head while he had one to the right.

Feliciana took care of that, she took the annoying curl and clipped it back, it caused the poor sixteen year old boy a great amount of pain and pleasure, that one hair always did that to him and he hated. Especially when his superior found out about it, the albino Prussian always tried to grab the curl and tease the poor boy with it.

Lovino shook his head as someone placed a wig of curly brown hair like Feliciana's on his head. It even had a fake left side curl like her's; the red dress was next. It did its best to define Lovino's 'waist' and hid his narrow hips. He was thin in build, but slightly muscular; his arms were covered in long, loose sleeves and his long, thin hands bore gloves. Shaking his head, he turned his dewy eyes on his superior, the albino smirked at him. Lovino hoped the man would refrain from saying something disgusting and refrain from the lewd comments, He did and in just a few minutes. Lovino found himself being walked out of his sister's room and moving out down the hallways of the palace, his poor feet were squished into a pair of tight high heels. He walked as calmly and gracefully as he could.

'This is all for Feliciana, this is all for Feliciana…' He kept repeating in his mind over and over as he was lead by the guards out to the courtyard, the large stone courtyard was decorated beautifully. A band played in the center on a raised stone stage, the chefs had prepared obscene amounts of food and wine for the occasion. Everywhere people were dancing around happily as if nothing were wrong with their lives, Lovino was perfectly disguised as he wished he were dead over and over again.

The guards left his side and his superior came up to behind him, the red eyed man smirked before looking out at the crowd. "Remember; you cannot trust anyone here, Lovi." Lovino wanted so badly to punch the man but he had to retain the appearance of his half sister; sweet, calm and clueless about everything and everyone.
Lovino nodded softly before gracefully making his way into the crowd of festival goers, he gave his best smile as people greeted him.

'I fucking hate you all.'

Antonio sighed as he arrived at the outskirts of the forest; the festival was going on only a few yards away. He quickly got off his horse and tied the reigns to a tree, he sighed again as he readjusted his mask for the fifth time since he left the hide out. He was…unsure of this, this kingdom was where he grew up with his father, it was his first home.

Antonio shook his head, the thoughts and memories of the old man and the past would have to be saved for another time; right now he had a mission to complete. He turned and petted his horse, and whispered something soothing in hopes of calming it down; Antonio's attention was brought away from the horse as he saw three other black horses coming up behind him. It was a few female members of the mafia; there were here to help drug the guards but they couldn't touch the princess. That was Antonio's job.

He headed off and arrived at the festival when it was at full swing, drunken men and slutty women danced all around with each other. He smiled charmingly as he was greeted by a few women that fluttered their lashes at him or brush against him in a sensual manner. Antonio knew he was a rather handsome man but, oh how these women were barking up the wrong tree.

He had no interest in women, just men. But why break their little hearts just yet? Let them stay in illusion for a while longer; he winked at a few of them and caused them to swoon. Antonio made his way in without causing suspicion, and started to blend it. The whole courtyard and palace was covered in colorful lanterns and everyone dressed in their finest clothes; everyone wore masks, which would make it difficult for him to find the princess. But he would find her no matter what.

Antonio made his way over to the food, chefs stood behind a wooden table serving up the various types of food. A large pig was being roasting right behind them over a great fire, the scent was intoxicating. Antonio decided not to start looking for the princess until the festival had died down a bit; he took a plate and wondered off. He wanted to enjoy the festival even if was just a little; it had been a really long time since he was able to come to a festival. Heck; it had been a long time since he was able to just relax and enjoy himself.

He kept looking around the festival, the three female members were out and about. He spotted one of them once in a while, but nothing else of any interest happening. That was when he saw her; Prince Feliciana in all of her young glory, Antonio smiled to himself as he put the plate down on an empty table. He slowly started making his way over to the princess. 'It seems like she hasn't changed at all.' He thought as he made his way through the crowd of people, he felt sorry for having to do this, but he could no longer stay in the mafia. He needed to get out and fast.

Thank you for reading this, I hope you like it ^^