A/N: Hai! It's Nasuki…and I feel bad for starting another story. But I swear I'm working on The Rouge Sohma and Org. 13 meets Ouran…it's true!

Ok but anyway I wrote my first Hetalia fic because Hetalia is amazing. I'm sooooo sorry Iggy fangirls; I made him the bad guy…don't shoot me! This is kind of depressing and OOC so if you hate it don't hate me, I warned you.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, if I did it would have no fans and China (and Spain) would have the most screen time!

Ps: My RL Prussia was NO HELP while writing this…Thanks Gil…

Fusosososo~! I hope it doesn't suck! Also YES I AM DEMYXKAORU I CHANGED MY USERNAME SO LIVE WITH IT!

Antonio POV

I ran, as fast as I could, just to get away from my two best friends. Well, I thought they were my friends up until a few hours ago.

I stopped, searching for a place to rest, and spotted an empty alley. I entered the narrow space, leaned against the wall, and collapsed into tears.

~~~Few hours before~~~

"Oi, amigos!" I said concerned, looking between Francis Bonnefey and Gilbert Beilshmidt, my two closest friends." Is there something wrong"? Gilbert looked over to Francis then at me. He had a nervous look in his eyes, which was quickly replaced by his normal, mischievous one and the usual smirk.

"Calm down 'Toni", he said. "Nothing is wrong." I smiled my usual, sunny smile, reassured by my friend's response. I looked around the busy market searching for my target. My eyes focused on a small stand across the street with a makeshift sign that read "Vargas' Vegetable Stand". I excitedly, but politely, extracted the basket out of Francis' hand and received a few dollars from Gilbert then began heading for the stand. Gilbert sighed then began to follow me out of habit, for this happened every time we went to the market, but stopped when Francis put a gentle but strong hand preventing him from moving forward. Gilbert sent Francis an icy glare but still turned back around heading the other direction, away from me.

I continued on my way, completely oblivious to the small conflict behind me, and approached the stand. I looked up towards one of the owners, Feliciano Vargas. He was a cheerful Italian who moved here a few years ago with his grandfather and twin brother.

"Hola Feliciano", I said while surveying the vegetables. I eyed the tomatoes and gathered a few. Then I continued on grabbing more different vegetables.

"Ve~Caio Antonio", Feliciano chirped happily. I smiled at him before grabbing a few extra tomatoes and depositing them in my basket. I waited for Gilbert and Francis to greet the young Italian but all I heard was silence. I turned around scanning the area for the two men but the weren't there. I sighed hoping they had a lot to do and just let me deal with the vegetables.

Just as I was handing the money to Feliciano, recovering from my temporary panic, a loud voice broke the silence between me and the other brunette.

"Fratello! What is the tomato-freak doing here"? Yelled Lovino, Feliciano's extremely rude twin brother, whom I happily waved to.

"Hola Lovi" I said happily." How are you"? I knew he would either yell at me or ignore me completely, but I always had to greet the older Italian. He was so cute!

He grunted in annoyance and didn't answer me. Feliciano whined loudly at him for being mean. I sighed and picked up my basket. I waved goodbye to the Italians and began my search for Francis and Gilbert.

After a while it began to rain. I began to cry, ready to give up and begin the trek home, then I saw a person standing in the shadows with blond hair. The lighting made it look like the person's hair was silver, same unique color as Gilbert's. I headed towards him, thinking he was the albino.

"Gilbert, where were you"? I asked, concern obvious in my voice." I was looking-" I stopped mid-sentence when the man turned around and stepped out of the shadows. The light exposed his true identity.

"Ah, Anthony, a pleasure to see you here, I see your friends have left you", the man said, his British accent laced with venom. It was Arthur Kirkland, probably my least favorite person in the world. He laughed cruelly, like he knew something I didn't.

I scowled at his use of my English name. Wait, how did he know that my friends left me here? I was about to point that out but stopped, surely Arthur was planning something and I didn't want to cooperate. I felt for the dagger in my back pocket and found it.

I always carried a dagger around with me no matter what. I always felt as if some random person on the street would attack me, sometimes I was right.

Slowly, I extracted the weapon from my back pocket, my eyes never leaving Arthur. I kept the knife behind my back in case he wasn't going to attack but I was sure he was. As I expected he also had a dagger behind his back but now it was pointed at me. I revealed my dagger and pointed it towards him in a threatening pose. He smirked and stood there in the rain, silently threatening me to attack him. We stood there for what seemed like hours, seemingly alone in the empty marketplace.

From behind a crate of tomatoes, (Yes, tomatoes) Gilbert and Francis watched worriedly. It seemed an eternity, my emerald eyes meeting his, until finally Arthur lowered his dagger for a short moment preparing to attack me, but I was to quick.

I took that pause as a chance and lunged for Arthur. He seemed to be in slight shock as none other than Gilbert pushed him out of the way of my dagger. I froze, my dagger merely inches from his throat. I dropped the weapon and it clattered to the ground, unnaturally loud.

I stepped back leaving Gilbert, still cringing from the pain that would never come, not yet anyway. I looked between Arthur and Gilbert, and then my eyes met with Francis' blue ones. He tried to advance towards me but I matched his steps and backed away.

It felt as if it was a choreographed dance. I smiled fondly at the idea. In a way it was, I was the dancer and the three men in front of me choreographed the dance.

The rain disguised my tears as I thought about how my friends kind of abandoned me then proceeded to protect my worst enemy. That is when I ran.

I ran as fast as I could, just to get away from my two best friends and worst enemy.

END CHAPTER ONE! Yes, there shall be more. Did you like it? Did you hate it?

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