first long story for Hetalia i've decided to upload. Luckily for you, i've finished this story and have already started working on basic plot line for sequel~
this is an AU for Hetalia, of course, a bit of a semi unique twist with angels. I hope you enjoy
There may be some slight OOCness, but honestly, i wrote them how i see them, especially later with Lovino interactions with Antonio
Yes, human names are used ^_^ because i adore the name Lovino! Side note. i see everyone using the name "marcello" for Seborga and i don't honestly like that name for him so i made it his middle name in the story and gave him a different one... sorry lol
couples are SpaMano (spain romano) GerIta(germany n italy) PruCan (prussia canada) slight FrUK, onesided SpaBel, implied RusAme sorta . GiriPan (greece japan)
this story WILL be M for later chapters and steamy chapter i just finished :D and a lot of fighting and blood and gore ... and character deaths ... sort of o.O
I don't hate you
Chapter One: The Mission start
Do you believe in angels? Ethereal beings who guard over you as you move through your daily life? Or maybe the kind that sit on clouds and play with harps and trumpets all day? Well, we're not so much like either of those, yet we're kind of … both? I don't really know how to describe it so much...
My name is Lovino Romano Vargas. I was born in Rome some … three hundred or four hundred years ago with my siblings, Feliciano Veneziano Vargas and Savino Marcello Vargas. We were not a close knit family. Well, my brothers and I were, but our parents were merchants who were constantly away on business, and when they did come home, we were put on the back burner (minus Feliciano) until they went away again.
While they weren't very attentive, they weren't stupid and left us with our grandfather, Romulus. We loved the old man, but we weren't aware of his dark dealings in the shadows. He was a powerful man, feared and rich, but with such power, comes those who want it for themselves.
He had made many an enemy in life, each one willing to go to any length to destroy our Nonno. I remember the time it all happened … I was eighteen, Feliciano was seventeen and Savino was sixteen. We were home alone, with Nonno off on 'business' like usual. Our parents were … well, that's the thing … they hadn't come home in months and it was strange since they usually came by once a month, if not once a week.
Feliciano was making us some dinner and Savino was in the sitting room writing a letter to our parents. I had been pacing the kitchen, a sense of dread buried deep in me, waiting for our grandfather to come home. Maybe it was the thunder storm outside, or possibly the way Nonno had been acting before he left … but something … even before it happened, I knew … something bad was going to happen. Had I known what, ha … had I known what would happen, I would have run away with my brothers and start a life as a tomato farmer in the countryside.
The thunder shook the house, causing Feliciano to cower in fear. I sighed and draped a blanket over him and put out the fire he'd been using to cook. Savino took over my position and cuddled with Feliciano to keep him calm while I went to search for a lamp or torch. I needed to make sure Feliciano stayed calm through the night. Something told me we weren't going to see Nonno again that night. Oh, how I wish I had been wrong.
It was hell locating the stupid lamp, but I found it and some spare kerosene, so I was able to get back to my brothers. I had barely taken two steps when a loud banging came from the door. I heard Feliciano squeak in fear in the kitchen, but neither of my brother's made any motion to walk to the door, nor made another sound. I frowned. Nonno wouldn't have knocked no matter what, so it wasn't him. It was too aggressive to be simple travelers stuck in the rain.
I slowly crossed the room, careful to avoid the squeaky floor boards and looked out the small window beside our front door. Unfortunately, it was too dark to see any faces … just the silhouettes of five or six burly men. I felt a wash of cold fear take my body and I made a break for the kitchen to grab my trembling brothers. Maybe if we were quiet, they would go away.
If only we were so lucky.
I heard their mumbling voices over the rain and the door swung open, causing me to fall over in surprise. The group rushed in and the taller one grinned a disgusting, toothless grin, "Well, well, well, lookie what we have here! It's that bastard's kin!"
"Isn't he his grandson?" another answered, as more carefully made their way into the siting room, and another up the stairs.
"Yeah, but I thought Emi said there were three of 'em!"
The man who spoke first looked back down at me, malice filling every look and gesture. He reached out and snatched me up by my shirt, "Tell me boy, where is it you're hiding your grandfather's wealth?"
I looked at him confused. As far as I had known, my grandfather was a bar man in town. He made barely enough to cover our expenses and keep new clothes on our backs.
"Don't play dumb with me, boy!" he snapped, slapping me across the face. I cried out in pain and tears welled up in my eyes. Why did I always have to be a coward when it mattered?
"I-I d-don't know what y-you're talking about!" I shouted, a little too loudly, in defense.
He growled and dropped me to the floor. But he wasn't done with me. He delivered a painful blow to my stomach and another and another. I cried out and tasted blood on my tongue. My mind was not on my pain, though. It was on my brothers, who were hiding behind the stove. I hoped they stayed where they were, but once again, luck was not on my side.
"Leave my fratello alone!" Savino screamed, running from the kitchen wielding nothing more than an old dull kitchen knife. He swung at the man, cutting his cheek wide open, but what happened next …
"Stupid little brat! I'll give you some, too!" he backhanded Savino, sending him stumbling back. I groaned in pain and hissed, "Savino! Go back! I'll handle this!"
My youngest brother didn't hear me, or didn't listen. He was grabbed by the man and his arm was twisted painfully behind his back. I screamed and begged the man to let him go. The dirty man laughed at my 'pitiful attempt' and snatched the blade from my brother's hand.
"Do you want to know what it feels like? The blade slicing into your flesh, boy?" he dragged the blade across Savino's cheek. Savino winced and hissed, but continued to put up a brave front.
"Let him go!" I yelled, "Punish me instead! Just let my brother go! P-please!" my cried went unheard. My heart stopped beating for a second. I felt that cold fear rush over me again.
The man placed the blade to my brother's neck, "When does that bastard, Romulus keep his wealth? Tell me that and I'll spare the brat!"
Tears slid down my cheeks and Savino's as well. I was powerless to save my brother. "I-I honestly don't know!" I cried out, "I don't know! I don't know! Please, let my brother go! Please! Kill me instead, but spare him!" I trembled, the tears gushing. I didn't want to lose my life, but I would die for my younger brothers.
The man stared down at me and roared in frustration, "Fine! Have it you way!"
I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. Savino's body hit the ground and he sputtered, blood gushing from the wound in his neck and from between his lips. I couldn't move. I was frozen.
But someone could move and scream. I turned from my youngest brother's dying body and saw another one of the men walk out of the kitchen holding Feliciano by the hair, "What do I do with this one, boss?"
"NO!" I screamed, my throat becoming raw, "Don't hurt him, too!"
I couldn't take any more! Savino was dead, I couldn't lose Feliciano, too! "Tell us what we want to know boy! At least two of you can make it out of here alive," he grinned, "but if you keep resisting us ..." he placed the knife at Feliciano's throat. For the second time that night, my heart stopped.
Feliciano squirmed lightly, trying to push away from that knife. Tears ran to his face and he gripped at a little white cloth in his hands and began waving it the best he could.
"Please … " my voice came out soft, "I really don't know where 'his wealth' is … I don't know. Please don't hurt him …"
The man rolled his eyes and without another word, slit my brother's neck. Feliciano dropped and he looked at me the same way Savino had. His eyes were filled with tears and fear. I crawled over to him and pulled him into my lap, but choked out a smile, "I … I … ove …. y … fr-fratello …" his eyes lost their shine … they became empty as life left him. His body fell limp in my arms and I felt myself snap. It was that one moment when everything you lived for had been ripped violently from your hands and you had nothing left to lose. I roared in anger and lunged at that pathetic excuse for a human being.
He only laughed and held out his hand. I was stopped short by a piercing pain in my stomach. Turns out … he always had a hidden dagger in his shirt sleeve for this very occasion. I fell back onto the floor and clutched the massive wound he'd created when he sliced up. Blood poured from my body and I could taste it once again in my mouth.
I fell down to the side, a brother on each side of me. The men disappeared from my sight, leaving me to die. I closed my eyes and felt the tears fall down my face. God, I had been such an idiot … I reached out to my sides and with my bloody hands, I took Savino's and Feliciano's hands into my own and allowed myself to slip away.
That's not the end of my story, no … far from it actually. That was merely the beginning. When someone dies, by the hands of another, their eternal life cycle is interrupted and you can no longer be reborn, at least, not until after you cleanse the interruption from your soul, allowing it to be reused again. Yeah, sounds weird, but bear with me. That person is given the choice of becoming a Fighter, a Thinker, or a Healer.
Despite what you might think, angels are not immortal. We can die, but it does take a lot. If we die, our souls cease to exist. But like I said. It takes quite a lot to kill an angel.
Being an angel isn't all it's cracked up to be either. It's definitely not all clouds and harps and singing all day while watching the living.
Savino chose to be a Fighter, as did I, but Feliciano wanted to be a Healer. So now, maybe you're asking what we angels need with 'fighters', 'thinkers', and 'healers', well, it's like this: for thousands of years there has been a secret war going on.
Believe me when I say that this is going to sound incredibly cliché and what not, but not all interrupted souls become angels. And not all angels are good.
Those who are sinful in life, who kill and steal and make life hell for others, if they themselves are killed, they become a dark angel, or a demon of sorts, if you will. Nasty creatures who are the cause of 'bad luck' and 'misfortune' in the lives of the living. And then you have the ones who become sinful after life. And then there are the Angels who kill another angel, interrupt the daily lives of the living, reveal themselves to the living, or go against commands, are cast away as 'fallen'.
Fallen angels are rarely a threat, since after they lose some of their power, they realize their wrongs and begin to live a life of solitude on the plane of the living, or group together with others of their kind to live out the rest of eternity.
I looked up from my tomato and sighed. Feliciano was sitting across the courtyard, playing with the wings of some German potato bastard. The man's name was Ludwig and he had died in a car accident a while back, you know, drunk driving or what ever. My stupid little brother had taken an instant liking to the Fighter. I did not.
"Ve~! Can we go play foot ball? Please, can we?" he cheerfully grabbed that blonde's hand. I scowled and decided to find my trouble making brother instead.
Savino was sitting in the courtyard with his two best friends, a Fighter and a Healer. Peter and his brother were killed in a house fire, started by a jilted ex-lover, and Wy and her brother were killed by some hunter or poacher or whatever, off the coast of Australia.
The three seemed to be enjoying themselves, so I was left alone to glared at the sky above me, which regretfully reflected the living plane.
That was the worst part about this place. The sky shimmered with the world of the living, showing you what you were missing out on … okay, so I have to admit, I could live without all the crime and violence and natural disasters. And we got any new technology and television and what not here. It was almost like living, except … well, you weren't. You had no freedom to do as you please outside your breaks and days off. The rest of the time was spent battling in the never ending war against the dark angels.
"Lovino! There you are!" I turned to see a familiar face approaching. The old man coming towards me was the one in charge of my group. We answered directly to him and took out orders from him as well.
"What do you want?" I glared, biting back my usual bitter remarks and bad names, mostly because Feliciano got mad at me when I was forced to clean the bath rooms top to bottom or got our television privileges taken away.
"I know it's your day off, but I have a special mission for you." my ears perked up, but at the same time my stomach dropped. This could only mean, I was either already in trouble, I was going to be stuck doing lame ass paper work, or he was sending me to the land of the living for something. I really hoped it was one of the first two.
Don't get me wrong. I tolerate the living and actually wish I could live again, if only it meant gaining freedom from the shackles that bound me to this stupid 'life' of servitude. But I hated it because it was difficult trying to keep your secret. Not only did I have to refrain from the flying shit, but also fighting with a dark angel in public, which was hard enough since they didn't have rules.
"I need you to go to the living plane and disband a group of dark angels wreaking havoc. Lately, there has been a lot of murders in this district caused only by a certain species of angel."
I nodded, but angrily snatched the paper from him, reading over the details.
"Oh, take one healer with you, a thinker and another fighter … the last thing we need is for you to fail this and die …"
I glared at his retreating form and read over the page and scowled again, "Stupid fucking assignment." I grumbled. First, I would need to assemble the required team. Let's see. A thinker? Of course, I would take my good friend, Matthew. He was a Canadian boy who was killed in some war. He hadn't had the heart to kill anyone, but that wasn't the case with the opposing forces. We got along pretty well, because his brother had outshone him all the time when they had been younger. Everyone always saw Alfred, but never Matthew, so I knew he understood me when it came to everyone's love of Feliciano over me or Savino.
Next, my healer. I considered my own brother, but he wouldn't want to leave with out that damn potato bastard or Savino … maybe I'd pick that eyebrow freak, Arthur. He and Mattie got along really well, and there were times I could stand him. He could be my back up. Ugh, I still needed a fucking healer. I didn't really trust anyone else up here, except my brother. It was worth the shot …
"Hey, fratellino!" I called out. Feliciano jumped up from Ludwig's side and looked at me.
"What is it, fratello?"
"The old man just gave me a new mission and I want you to come as my healer." I glared in Ludwig's direction, who was busy looking at Feliciano with a worried expression.
"Ve~? Your healer? Of course! I would be happy to! But only if Luddy comes, too!" he threw his arms around the German angel.
I growled, "Absolutely not! I don't want that potato sucker anywhere near me or you or Savino for that matter!"
Feliciano looked downcast and tears welled up in his eyes. I felt a slight wash of guilt come over me, but I was going to stand strong on this one!
"Mi dispiace …" he sighed, "Ve~ I can't go if Luddy can't …" My eyes widened in disbelief. I couldn't believe it! My own flesh and blood turned me away for some potato freak?
"Fine! He can come, but I'm in charge!" Ludwig frowned, but nodded. Feliciano's eyes lit up and he hugged me tightly, "Grazie~! Grazie! Grazie~!"
I rolled my eyes and forced away my embarrassed blush, "What ever! We leave tomorrow morning so … be ready by then!" he saluted me … with the wrong hand … and went back to his sickening flirting with that potato bastard.
Mattie had agreed to be the thinker of the group, but I knew I would have to be his voice. I crawled into my bed and closed my eyes. My wings were folded gently against my back and my blanket was pulled tightly around my chest. I wanted to just sleep the rest of eternity away. If there was one thing I hated, it was fighting. Maybe I could convince that potato bastard to do all of the fighting. If I was lucky, I wouldn't have to deal with him sniffing around my brother any more! Oh, the things sweet dreams were made of! I was going to need those sweet dreams for my upcoming living nightmare …
TBC
:D so? you like? i know, i know, not so much of anything romantic and i'm sorry for the bloody scene, but when i wrote this, i was wanting to write a dark scene -_- and it grew into a fluffy semi bloody story lol c'est la vie!
Any who~ R&R, let me know what you think of my weirdo plot line so far~
Lady Pyrien