Which is thicker, blood or water? Felicano and Lovino Vargas, princes of the kingdom of Spanish are about to find out. Their 8 when they go to the birthday party of the other set of twin princes, Alfred and Matthew Kirkland of the Kingdom of English, long term enemy of Spanish. Their not the only foreigners there though. A set of boys from English's long time ally, German, are present. Also there, a gang of mercenaries. What happens that night will forever change the way the Vargas twins look at the world.
A few thoughts before we start. One, I want no flames on the names of the Kingdoms, got it! Two, yes this is yaoi. Three, there may be a bit (a lot of) gay bashing. I have nothing against them, it just sorta happened. And yes, it's yaoi and anti-yaoi. Figure that one out. Four, DISCLAIMER! I don't own Hetalia, no matter how much I want to. And five, I will give you a virtual cookie to whoever can correctly guess who are lovable gang of mercenaries are. As I do name them later in this very chapter, I wish you to be honest. Don't read ahead and go 'Knew it!' I will not give you a cookie.
Simply say "I did not see that coming!" because you really won't see it coming.
Either you skipped over this thing completely, stopped reading half-way through, or your still reading. If you got this far, I give to you a special treat. Pairings~ Tell me who you want to see, and I will try my best to find some way to put it in. Please keep in mind this is a FrUk, Romarica, Gertalia, PruCan. I will tell you kin later. I wish to laugh as you pair siblings. X3
If your still there, I give to you another treat; I will now shut up.
Yes! Read. Read to your hearts content!
"Lovino!" A young boy called quietly.
Lovino Vargas, of the kingdom of Spanish, turned to find his younger twin brother, Feliciano.
"Fratello?" He asked. "What are you doing here?"
'Here' was the birthday party for the twin princes of English, the kingdom that Spanish was at war with. It was a masquerade ball. Lovino had gone because his grandfather, King Ceaser, had ordered the assassination of the you princes, Alfred and Matthew. He wanted to see them once before they were killed.
The Princes of English were only a year younger then he and his brother at 7.
"The same as you." Feliciano replied.
"Fine." Lovino grumbled. "But if you get us captured or killed, I'm killing you."
"Yay~" Feliciano cried. "Come on! I hear the entire German family is here!"
"H-hey!" Lovino called. "Are you stupido? You need a mask!"
Feliciano stopped. "Oh." He said. "Right. I... Uh... I don't have one." Lovino crossed his arms. "Well, where's yours then?" Feliciano asked. Lovino opened his mouth to reply, before snapping it shut again, realizing he didn't have one either.
"Oh dear," A voice behind them said, making the twins jump. "I thought this might happen." The two turned to see one of the mercenaries. He smiled down at them. "Don't worry." He assured them. "I always come prepared." They took in the man, having only met him once, and only in passing. He was rather short, for a man, and had a kind face. He had a funny way of talking, but at least they could understand him. There was a man on his team that was really hard to understand. Lovino and Feliciano also really liked his hair. It was yellow! The twins found they loved yellow hair. It was so foreign from the reds and browns they grew up with. The only one who came close to having yellow hair that they knew was their Aunt Bella, and they really didn't see her much.
The mercenary crouched down to be at their height. "You do remember me, correct?"
"Ummm..." Feliciano hummed. "Si."
"Idiota!" Lovino hissed, smacking Feli upside the head.
"Wah!" Feli cried. "What was that for?"
The yellow haired man smiled at them again. "I'm Tino." He introduced himself. "And your brother had the right idea. It's dangerous to speak that here."
"Wah!" Feli cried again. "I'm sorry Lovi!"
Lovino sighed. Tino laughed. "Come along, if you wish to see the young princes, we should hurry." He pulled out two small masks: one a smiling sun, the other a frowning moon. "Put these on." He instructed, handing the moon to Feli and the sun to Lovi.
"I don't want the moon!" Feli pouted. Lovi sighed again, before switching masks with his brother. "Yay! Graza fratello!"
"Idiota!" Lovino hissed again.
"Ah! Sorry!"
Tino sighed. He really hoped these kids wouldn't get caught. He also hoped those masks were close enough to the real ones. The ones Alfred and Matthew Kirkland were wearing.
He waved as the twins ran off, before taking out a walkie-talkie.
"Mathias!" He called into it. "Your on twin patrol." He heard wining from Mathias so he assumed that other had heard him. "Berwald, Lukas? Make sure you have the right set before killing them this time, K?"
"Roger." The gruff voice of Berwald answered.
"Okay." Tino replied. "Move out!"
A tall man with spiky blond hair ran past him, throwing him a quick salute before disappearing into the crowd. Tino jumped. How long had Mathias been there?
Berwald and Lukas came over a little later.
"Any idea where the blond princes are?" Lukas asked blankly.
Tino shrugged. "There 7 year old boys. Where would you be?"
" 'tha food tabl' " Berwald replied. He then walked off.
Lukas looked at Tino, who laughed. "Well," He asked again. "Where would you be?"
"I was normally playing with Mathias." Was his reply.
Tino nodded. "Friends. Good. Go find a large group of kids and, I don't know, start a game of tag or something." Lukas nodded and went off in the opposite direction as Berwald.
Tino really hoped this would work. According to Emil, Lukas's little brother, if they pulled this off, they could finally go back to Scandinavian. Unless they managed this, according to Emil (seriously, that kid was wicked with numbers!) it would take another 20 years at least.
Tino hated killing the innocent, but by killing these two they would (hopefully) save hundreds of others.
Ceaser had promised to pay them, no matter how long it took, so if this didn't work they could always try again. It was just easier to do it quickly and on the first try.
Tino watched as a white haired boy ran past him.
"Catch me if you can, West!" He called back behind him. Judging by his accent, he was from German. He had a mask with the face of a yellow bird.
"Wait up Gilbert!" A younger boy yelled back. Tino turned to see him. It was a blond that was probably only a year or two younger, wearing a plain white mask.
He couldn't tell their ages exactly, but the white haired boy was 10 or 11 and the blond was maybe 8.
The older stopped and turned to face the younger. "No, you hurry up!" He answered. "We're supposed to meet Al and Mattie in the field!" He stormed over and grabbed his brother's hand. At least, Tino assumed they were brothers. "Now let's go!"
Tino smiled as he watched the albino drag the blond away, then frowned. 'Al and Mattie'? He didn't mean...
Alfred and Matthew!
Cursing violently, Tino made to follow the boys and cursed some more when he realized that he had lost them.
"Berwald!" He called into the walkie-talkie again. "Lukas! Mathias! We have a problem!"
Now be honest, who saw the Nordics being the mercenaries?
No one, I bet.
This has been fun, but I still have to do some school so...
Hasta la pasta~