An Autumn Dance

What would you do to save the ones you love? For Lovino Vargas the answer is simple, everything. Now after two years of running from the Mafia Lovino must face them and fight in order to save his little brother and his newly found lover. But winning a fight against the Mafia isn't an easy task; it requires training, skills, experience and so much more. You have to know when the right moment to strike is and when to pull the trigger. But when it comes down to it will Lovino even be able to hold the gun? Part 2 to "A Summer's Deal"

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia in any way shape or form.

Chapter 1

They had been in Italy for over three weeks and much to Lovino's displeasure, they had little success with getting information on the mafia. They tried acting like authors that were writing a book, they tired acting like they were with the news papers, they tried bringing it up in conversations with people but none of it worked. A month they had been there and still nothing. Lovino didn't think it would be this tough to get information and it was starting to piss him off. He needed to know who he was up against so he could know how to take them down but he couldn't do that if no one would talk about it.

"This is getting us nowhere. I didn't leave the U.S. to come to Italy and waste a month of my awesome life." Lovino heard Gilbert complain. Why he was there in the first place was a mystery but then again Lovino wouldn't have left his brother behind either so he supposed it made sense of sort.

"Es tut mir leid bruder," his brother responded in their native tongue. "I know how you feel but we are under Lovino's orders and we have to listen to him."

"This is bullshit we're just wasting time! If he really wants information then we need to go see GroBvater, "said Gilbert. "You know that he can help us. He probably knows more about this then anyone."

Lovino moved closer to the door becoming interested in the conversation. Those bastardi are hiding something. Who the hell are they talking about? And what the hell does that albino bastardo mean we're just wasting time? It's not my fault that people won't talk. What am I suppose to do, torture them till they talk? No thanks.

"If we stay here you know they're going to find us. It's only a matter of time." Lovino heard Gilbert say after a moment of silence.

"Did you take care of things back in America?"

"Of course I did, it's the awesome me we're talking about, but that's not the point. They may think what we want them to think at the moment but if they see Lovino or Feliciano then it doesn't matter," replied the older. Lovino was really starting to get pissed. What the hell were they talking about? He wanted some answers and damn it he was going to get them!

"What the hell are you two talking about?" Lovino asked flinging the door open, a glare plastered on his face. Both boys turned to him rather shocked at the sudden intrusion.

"Hey short stuff, the awesome me was just telling little Luddy here about how much I miss the U.S. already," Gilbert lied, his crimson eyes betraying him.

"Cut the bullshit before I knock your ass out bastard! Now tell me what you're hiding," Lovino demanded his face full of rage. Gilbert looked at Lovino then Ludwig and back to Lovino. He sighed and leaned against the wall before speaking.

"We're wasting our time here," he said, repeating what he had said to Ludwig moments ago. "There is someone who can help us and he knows a lot about what's going on. He keeps an eye on the mafia and has a lot of connections. He could get the information that you want if he doesn't already have it. So, I don't know about you but I am way to awesome to just be sitting here wasting my awesome time while people are after us," Gilbert finished and watched Lovino waiting for a response.

"What the hell is this idiota talking about, bastard?"

"Our grandfather," Ludwig answered with a sigh. Lovino's glare deepened as he moved closer to the blonde stopping merely a foot or so away from him.

"So let me get this straight," Lovino paused and put his hand to his mouth laughing slightly to himself before continuing, "You're telling me that your grandfather knows a lot of shit and could get me the information that I need so I can possibly win this and keep my brother safe?" Lovino looked up at the man sharply, his amber eyes deadly. Ludwig quickly realized his mistake as did Gilbert but it was far too late now.

"Yes, but-"

"Don't you think that would have been something to fucking mention about three weeks ago before we wasted all this time? Why the fuck haven't you said anything about this before now bastard? Do you want them to find us or something?" Lovino yelled cutting him off.

"Of course I don't!" Ludwig answered slightly losing his cool. "I agreed that I would listen to you and remain quiet so that is what I've been doing."

"Well next time you know something that could help us then fucking tell me," the brunette instructed with a scowl.

"He lives in Germany so if you want some real answers then we need to go," Gilbert informed him. Lovino thought it over for a moment before speaking.

"Not tonight, I'm not going to wake Feli up and make him rush to get his things packed. We'll stay here tonight and leave tomorrow if we can get everything worked out by then," replied Lovino. He really didn't want to go to Germany and meet grandpa potato but he knew that it was the only way he was going to get the answers that he needed. I have to do it… for Feliciano.

"Yes sir."

"Whatever you say."

Lovino was happy when they landed in Germany, not because they were in the country but because he wouldn't be stuck on a plane with tweedle dee and tweedle dum. Now he just had to survive the ride to grandpa potato's house.

They got into a taxi waiting outside and began their ride to the house. Lovino sat in the front to avoid being squished between two idiots and looked out the window. A few minutes passed and Lovino could hear Feliciano as he rambled on to Ludwig about something, he decided not to waste his time trying to figure out what he was going on about. He turned his attention back to the window, watching as they passed over an old looking stone bridge. He could see the beautiful mountains peeking out from between the bright green trees. Although he hated Germany and in no way was it close to Italy in its beauty, it was a nice place. Not that he would ever admit that aloud.

"We're here," Gilbert announced as the taxi stopped. He grinned and jumped out of the car, eager to return to his old home.

The bastard lives pretty far out.

Ludwig paid the driver, grabbed the luggage then led the way into the estate. It was more of a mansion than an actual house. It was about three stories, if Lovino had to guess, with white tiled floors that matched the white stairs that lead upstairs. There was a red furniture set in the living room that added some color to the far to white house. The only other color being provided to the room was from the few paintings that were hanging around the room and a wall that was made up of six large windows revealing a lush green forest. It was nice and peaceful in a way.

"Welcome," a stern voice greeted. They all looked in the direction from which the voice had come from. Ascending from the stair case was an older man that looked a lot like Ludwig; large bulky body, striking blue eyes and long blonde hair with a small braid in it. He looked so familiar but Lovino couldn't think of where he had seen him before… and then it hit him.

"Viktor?" Lovino questioned wide eyed. The man nodded and stopped in front of him, merely feet away.

"Hello, Lovino," he greeted again. "You've grown since I last saw you," he added after looking the boy over. Feliciano looked at his brother then the man and back to his brother.

"Ve~ you know each other?" He asked with his usual smile. Lovino nodded and continued looking at the blonde before him.

"He used to work for Nonno before he died," he explained. His stomach began to churn at the memory of their first encounter.

"It's true; I was Romulus' bodyguard from many years. I started when I was twenty and served him till the day he died," Viktor informed the younger boy who was listening in awe. "And before I was his bodyguard, I was a servant."

"Ve~ that's so cool! How come I've never met you but fratello has?" Feliciano whined.

"You have met me several occasions you just don't remember." Feliciano stuck his bottom lip out into a pout, sad that he didn't remember the man. "So, I take it that you have returned to fight, or are you still trying to run?" Viktor asked turning his attention back to Lovino.

"I'm done running…" Lovino answered hesitantly. He looked at Feliciano for a moment and then back at Viktor. "They will always find us and I'm not going to let those bastards hurt anyone else that I love." Viktor glanced at the younger Italian and nodded understanding what the other was saying.

"It's not going to be easy. You have a hit out on you so they will be searching for you and Feliciano everywhere once they find out that you two are actually alive. Well at least now it will make it a little easier for your bodyguards to protect you since they won't have to keep their distance," He informed him. Lovino nodded before actually thinking about what he had said.

"Wait, what bodyguards?" The Italian questioned. He glared at Viktor and raised his brow waiting from an answer.

"When you left for America I sent you bodyguards, it's not like I could simply leave you to defend yourself, but since you were running they had to keep their distance so it wouldn't draw attention."

"Who the fuck did you send?!"

"I would watch the way you speak to me, Lovino Vargas. You are in my house and I am not obligated to let you stay," warned Viktor in a stern voice. "And I thought that you had figured it out already, after all they did bring you to me," the German stated raising his brows. Lovino looked back at Ludwig and Gilbert in shock then turned back to Viktor.

"You sent them?!" Lovino yelled. "They were supposed to protect us?! They didn't do shit but try to fuck my baby brother!" The brunette accused and pointed at Ludwig whose face turned a deep red.

"Ve~ what are you talking about, fratello?" asked Feliciano confused and blushing slightly. Lovino ignored him and decided to have his other question answered.

"And what did you mean when you said that they would be looking for us everywhere when they find out that we're actually alive? They already know that we're alive," said Lovino becoming a little confused now. Viktor sighed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"The best way to buy us some time is to make them think that you're both dead so that's what we did."

"What do you mean?" this time Feliciano was the one asking the questions. "How would you make them think that we're dead?" The younger Italian tilted his head slightly in confusion. Lovino didn't quite understand either unless they staged they're death or something like that which honestly wouldn't surprise him.

"You remember whenever you guys were at the airport and the awesome me was running a Late and Lovino got really pissed?" Gilbert asked. Feliciano nodded and Lovino glared at him. "Well the reason I was late was because I had to make it look like you two had died," he said with a laugh.

"How exactly did you do that?" Lovino asked becoming slightly worried. They let the albino bastard take care of that part?!

"Oh, I blew your house up," he said simply like it was something he did on a daily basis.

"YOU DID WHAT?!"

It had been nearly a month since Lovino's death and since Antonio last left his house. He didn't want to be around people anymore. People led to talking. Talking led to Lovino. Lovino led to more pain and sorrow. He didn't even go to the funeral. He couldn't watch as they lowered the casket into the ground and covered his precious Lovino with dirt. He couldn't do it. Now all he wanted was to be alone with his thoughts and memories of the fierce Italian. He could still smell the scent of spices and olives that seemed to cling to the boy becoming his natural scent. He could still hear the harsh words he would say when he was embarrassed or defensive. He could still see that beautiful face set with an ever present glare. He could still taste his sweet lips like he had kissed him merely moments ago. He could still feel him in his arms as if he was holding him at that very moment. Antonio didn't understand it but for some reason he had a feeling that Lovino was still alive. It made the boy's death impossible to accept.

"I guess that is how everyone feels when they lose the one they love," Antonio said aloud to himself as he picked up the small cat that was brushing against his hand seeking affection from the human. "I know that we all die one day but it was too soon. He should have lived to be much older and the same goes for Feliciano," he said softly. "Why did it have to be Lovino? Why, after we could have actually been happy together, did the world have to take him from me?" Antonio yelled as he broke into tears once again. He buried his face in the palms of his hands as the sobs continued to pour out from behind his quivering lips. "P-por que?" he cried out.

There was a sudden knock at the door and then the sound of the door knob jiggling only to stop when the person on the other side realized that it was locked. Antonio whipped the tears from his face and tried to collect himself the best he could before answering the door.

"Bonjour, Mon ami, how are you feeling?" Francis asked giving the boy a sympathetic look. Antonio hated it. He didn't want pity; he wanted to be left alone. All the same, he stepped aside to allow the Frenchman to enter then walked back to where España was sitting on the couch.

"I'm fine, Francis."

"I know that you aren't okay, Antonio, so don't lie to me," replied Francis as he sat down on the couch beside the Spaniard.

"If you already know the answers then don't waste my time asking pointless questions," Antonio snapped, sounding a lot like the very boy he was mourning over. Francis starred at him for a moment in disbelief, unsure how to respond to Antonio's sudden change of tone. After a moment of tense silence, Francis remembered the reason he had came to see his friend.

"Alfred is throwing a party tonight," he said. "I think you should come," he finished smiling softly at the brunette.

"No."

"It would do you some good to get back out, Antonio."

"No. I want to be left alone," replied Antonio. Francis sighed and leaned back into the couch.

"It's been over three weeks, Mon ami," Francis began.

"Don't," Antonio warned but the blonde ignored him.

"Don't you think that it's time to accept it and move on?" he finished. Antonio could feel his blood begin to boil at his friend's words.

"Yo lo amo!" Antonio yelled. "How am I supposed to move on when I can still feel him?"

"The same way you would if this was a break up, you have to-"

"This isn't a break up, Lovino is dead damn it!" Antonio yelled cutting him off. "He's dead and I will never get to hold him in my arms again. H-He's gone…" Antonio's voice cracked as the tears slid down his tan cheeks.

"Then maybe it's time to try and forget him, Mon ami," replied Francis softly, patting his friend on the back.

"But I don't want to forget him and I don't want to move on. I want him back!"

"It's what Lovino would have wanted," said Francis sympathetically.

"Callate!" Antonio yelled. "Lovino would never want me to forget him, he might say he would want me to but it's a lie. He is just too shy and shut up within himself to admit it. So don't act like you know what he would have wanted!" the Spaniard snapped slamming his fist down into the coffee table in front of him. Francis jumped and starred at him wide eyed and rather frightened. He had never seen Antonio get so angry.

"Antonio…" Francis called his name softly and hesitantly put his hand on his shoulder trying to calm him down to the best of his abilities. Antonio looked at him with guilty eyes then looked down at the floor.

"Lo siento, mi amigo…" he apologized. "Can you please leave, I want to be left alone," he said, his voice becoming soft and weak as he went from angry to depressed again. Francis nodded and walked to the door.

"Good luck, mon ami."

Antonio starred at the door for a few more moments after Francis left. He knew that his friend was right in what he said and that he was only trying to help but to talk and act like moving on was such an easy task was just too much. Antonio couldn't just move on like Lovino didn't mean everything to him. He couldn't just force his heart to forget the love and pain that it was going through. He couldn't just erase his depression and smile again. He couldn't act like nothing ever happened and everything was normal like Francis wanted him to do. It was impossible.

"To forget… that would be something." But he wouldn't forget, not now, not ever. He would always remember the boy he fell in love with so many years ago. He would remember every thought and moment he shared with him. They would never fade or go away. He would hold Lovino In his heart for all of eternity…

So here is the first chapter to An Autumn Dance, I hope you liked it. I hope that this story doesn't disappoint anyone who has read A Summer's Deal because it will be rather different obviously. Anyway, please favorite, follow and review! Thank you!