Luciana and Felicia are highly trained mafia spies, both working as an effective team, so effective its finally pushed the German brothers to seek help from the free lancers, Alfred F. Jones and Arthur Kirkland, two assassins that hate each other with utter loathing, both paid to tail and learn more about the sister duo, though it can be hard to stay focus on your objective when your targets love to flirt and you start to think there is something shady going on with the mafia you're working with.

Italian Sweets

Luciana fired, bam, dead, terror, screaming, all this inside the party hall she was looking at through her scope, she watched as her younger sister played her part of being in terror and reached for the now dead man she had just been dancing with, making it look like she was looking for a pulse before discreetly slipping a parchment of paper from the dead man's pocket into hers, Luciana covered her as she followed the stampede of screaming terrified people outside, making sure no one caught on and no other hit men lurked by, Felicia gave the signal and Luciana nodded, packing up her rifle and scope quickly and quickly scrambling down the fire escape of the building she'd been settled on, hitting the ground and dashing to the car, she tucked her gear under the seat and jumped in the driver seat, she turned out of the alley way and drove to dinner hall where her sister was waiting outside, everyone was too busy calling for help, demanding answers and calling for their own rides to notice the unusually calm woman slip into the car and take off fast.

Ooo

"What the hell do you mean the plans are gone?!"

"I don't know! All I know is that at the party that we had our messenger stationed at got shot while dancing with some girl!"

Ludwig leaned back in his chair with a sigh as Gilbert paced about, Ludwig rubbed his forehead before pausing, "What did the girl look like?" he asked suddenly and Gilbert made a face, "I don't fucking know west, they said the girl he was dancing with had brown hair with a weird curl and-Oh…OH SHIT!" Gilbert swore as he realized who the illusive female was.

"Fuck, that means it was her fucking sister that took out our messenger, god dammit that is the fifth time this month, FIFTH!" Ludwig growled as Gilbert continued his pacing. "We've taken very precaution, from stationing extra guards on messengers, to hit men guarding close by buildings!" Ludwig exclaimed, "They're just two girls, . ." he gritted out and finally Gilbert stopped pacing.

"You think you've taken every precaution!" he announced and Ludwig looked at him irked, "I know I have." He grumbled but he was helpless as his older brother merely wrapped an arm around his shoulders, "I think I know what makes them so good, they have all the Intel on us and what we look like, our men, our plans and when we strike because they're a bigger mafia, but all we know is that they're both girls, ones a decoy while the others a pretty damn well shot and that they're only distinctive mark is a hair curl and they have really good Intel on us leading to them being either hired by a bigger mafia or being part of one." Gilbert continued excitedly while Ludwig offered a confused look.

"You've only stated the painfully obvious brother…." Ludwig said as he wondered if his brother even had a plan, "No! Don't you see, they're better then us because they've been EXTEREMLY careful about their identities, us…well not so much, so how about we hire some foreigners, somebody they've never seen before and we employ them as spies first then hit men?" Gilbert babbled excitedly.

Ludwig heaved a sigh, "They have Intel on every European mafia, we know that because we've ALREADY tried hiring foreigners and there's no way we're getting mixed in with the Asian mafias, so where going to find highly trained employable hit men who do free lance and we can assure they won't double cross?" Ludwig asked and Gilbert grinned, "Leave it all to me little brother, I know just the men for the job and you do forget, there is a mafia in the north America, a few actually and I know just thee men needed for such a job!"

Ooo

"Sorella can we get gelato? I'm hungry and I think we deserve a treat for last night!" Felicia cheered as she practically skipped next to her older sister, both enjoying their day off with a stroll through the city.

"We just ate lunch, you ate four plates of pasta, if you eat anymore, you're gonna get fat." Luciana grumbled as the younger latched onto her arm, whining, "Per favore! Please! Just one scoop?" she begged and Luciana rolled her eyes but relented, they did do a pretty good job last night.

"Alright, but you know you're paying me back later, because now I'm paying for both lunch and gelato." Luciana said as they entered a small parlor and stood in line for the ice cream, the younger shaking her head eagerly as she scanned the rows of ice cream.

Luciana looked around, even when they went out she felt the need to watch out for anything suspicious, being the granddaughters of a powerful mafia boss did have it draw backs and sometimes she believed that her younger sister should be just as vigilant.

Once at the counter they ordered, once receiving their frozen treats taking seats near the back of the parlor, "We have a new mission, grandpa just sent a text to me this morning, he said we're to intercept the shipment that the Germans are trying to send to the Russians, apparently on that note was shipment coordinates and a hidden message which of course grandpa solved easy as shit." Luciana continued as Felicia was busy digging into her ice cream.

"What did it say? I also thought the Germans didn't like the Russians!" Felicia mumbled around a mouthful of vanilla, Luciana rolled her eyes and handed her some napkins, "The Germans were offering weapons in exchange for an alliance and the shipment goes out in two days, we need to either capture the shipment or dispose of it." Luciana explained as she started on her own chocolate.

Felicia wiped the remains of ice cream off her chin and mouth, "Will I be a decoy again or are we both going in?" she asked as she started to spoon some of Luciana's chocolate gelato, Luciana merely batted her spoon away with her own, "No, grandpa says I should be on the ground with you, we'll sneak up on the shipment crew together and take them together, once that's done, if we think we can get the shipment away by ourselves, we take it. If not then, he said to blow it up." Luciana said and Felicia smiled.

"I really hope we get to blow it up."

Ooo

Gilbert finished making phone calls, the first had been a bust, his long time Canadian friend who had been a freelancer since forever, finally decided to take a job with Ivan and had just took the job no less then a day ago, so Gilbert had to scroll through various contacts, almost all European contacts.

All the while with Ludwig looking at him unimpressed, Gilbert had just about to give up when he finally got to the bottom.

He rang the first up, the sound of a cocky American voice meeting his ears, "Hey Alfred! Old buddy, how ya been? Good? What if I told ya I had a job for you? W-Well fuck don't be a goddamn ass, I swear its not another job spying on Ivan, yeah, yeah, I paid your hospital bill so calm down, this time its spying on non-Russian people! No! No! Wait I forgot to mention, non- Russian girls, yeah, they've been putting major dents in our trading and we're willing to pay big bucks for you to spy, gather information and if needed at the end dispose of them as you see fit. BUT! No killing them before I say so, you're so damn trigger happy, we want them alive for a awhile, alright I'll wire money to your account when the deal is made and I expect you here tomorrow afternoon so I can give you your first assignment, alright, night asshole."

With that Gilbert hung up triumphantly, Ludwig rubbing his forehead, "You called ALFRED, he's an idiot, we might as well as hired Vash, he'll shoot even if he thinks he has a good enough reason and that could range from him actually being shot at to the person looking his way on accident! We need them alive for a while Gilbert!" Ludwig admonished.

Gilbert huffed, "Aw, he's a pretty good guy, besides the only guy I have here is that prick Arthur Kirkland and he's so fucking annoying." Gilbert whined as he waved his hands around, bad mistake, his brother snatched his phone from him and was already dialing.

"Hello Kirkland, yes it's a fine evening, I was wondering if you would mind doing business. Good, nothing to hard, spying really, mm-hmm, good pay, twice you're usual, can you be here by tomorrow morning? Good, good, thank you, Guten Nacht." Ludwig finished the conversation with the Brit in less than three minutes.

"I don't wanna work with that tight-ass fucker, he's so un-awesome!" Gilbert whined before realizing something, "Why'd you ask him to meet in the morning when I asked Alfred to come in the afternoon?" Gilbert wondered and Ludwig raised an eyebrow.

"Have you seriously forgotten how much those two hate each other? Just go into our account and get triple the amount, I'm going to suggest they work together and I'd rather deal with Arthur, he's at least reasonable enough to wait and hear an explanation before shooting, and after I get him to agree through the power of money, you'll do the same for Alfred." Ludwig explained as he started to head out of the room to his bed,

"W-wait! West! Why do I gotta deal with Alfred?!" he called after frantically and Ludwig didn't even stop walking; only answering with, "Because you choose to call him."

Ooo

Arthur stepped out of the cab. Briefcase in one hand and the other slipping the boy who came to greet him a small tip, he was escorted to a rather quaint looking room with sofas and a coffee table in between the sofas, the German brothers already seated, Ludwig rose first to shake Arthur's hand while Gilbert just gave a dismissive nod of his head, looking none to happy.

Arthur took a seat, placing his briefcase beside him and reclined back into the couch, waiting for them to start. "Now as I said, the job is merely reconnaissance, we've been having two big problems lately that we need information gathered and after perhaps a clean up job of them." Ludwig explained as he pulled a briefcase of his own from beside the couch, working on undoing the combination.

"Why just spying? Why not just have me clean them up right now?" Arthur asked, curious, Gilbert took over the conversation from there while Ludwig took his time undoing the code, "We have a tiny bit of information on them already, one is usually a decoy while another is a sniper who protects the decoy, both are highly skilled and….girls." Gilbert finished.

Both German brothers had been astonished to learn this fact the first time, finding such highly skilled females in the business was EXEREMTLY hard, and especially females that didn't do just reconnaissance. That and it was very embarrassing for Gilbert to admit that all their hard work was being thwarted by two girls…

Arthur knew it would be HIGHLY impolite to laugh at what could be a very good deal in money so he held himself as Ludwig finally cracked the code and opened the briefcase, spinning it so Arthur could so the wads of money stacked one on top of each other.

"Three times the pay, reconnaissance for as long as we ask, if it extends past a month you'll receive another payment and we stress with the UPTMOST importance you don't get yourself revealed to soon to the targets, learn who they really are, what branch they work under and how high up they are." Ludwig explained as he closed the briefcase and slipped a paper with it to Arthur that had the combination.

Arthur nodded but then watched as Gilbert threw Ludwig a dirty look and barked something in German to which Ludwig returned with a glare and more German.

Arthur quirked an eyebrow and politely coughed bringing the two men's' attention back to him, "Is there something I'm not being told, because you know my policy, I like to know all the details of my mission up front." Arthur quipped and Ludwig sighed as Gilbert smirked.

"There is one more detail….you'll be working with Alfred F. Jones."

"…"

"Told you he wouldn't want the job after you told him that."

"Shut up bruder."

Meanwhile Arthur sat there, consumed with loathing for the man who had that name, work WITH ALFRED F. JONES?! He was still processing, he hated that man with every fiber of his being, always interfering with HIS jobs, always taking out HIS targets, always getting in HIS way in EVERYTHING! And now they wanted him to work with him?!

"And please, pray tell why you think I need that buffoons assistance?" Arthur grit out and Ludwig now turned his glare on Gilbert as the albino looked highly uncomfortable, "I really don't think you can do the job right, you're too…by the book, if shit goes down I don't think you can get the job done right and you'll bale, but with Alfred he'll stick through thick and thin." Gilbert said with a small shrug as Arthur felt his temper rise.

Ludwig though, quickly interjected, "I want you to do the job because I like how you do things by the book, less chance of getting trigger happy like Alfred and you have a more…reasonable, creative mind on how to handle situations if they get tough unlike how Alfred's idea is to just shoot anything that blinks." Ludwig said and Arthur still gave them both an irritated look.

"I simply refuse to work that idiot, he will hinder my work and nothing will get done." Arthur sneered and Gilbert snorted, "See, look how he has a stick up his ass!" he sneered at the Brit and Ludwig sighed and then straightened up, "I'll throw in an extra payment for any troubles you have with Alfred." Ludwig offered and Gilbert looked appalled, "What! West we've already paid him double, we're rich but shit! We can't be throwing money away like that!" Gilbert protested.

Ludwig gave him a lazy look, "The extra payment will be coming from my own personal account, because I want this job done right." Ludwig snapped and Gilbert looked surprised, Ludwig RARELY used his personal account for anything other then DIRE emergencies.

Arthur contemplated.

An extra payment would be very much appreciated….

"You have a deal Mr. Beilschmidt, I also won't be held responsible for any damage Alfred does."

"Of course, of course, this is good, thank you."

"Now tell me, is Alfred already here and aware that he will be working with me?"

"No"

"Oh..."

Ludwig stood up, "He will be here in the afternoon, you can be around to greet him and he may not even be joining, since my bruder is the one who wants him, he will also be the one trying to convince him."

Gilbert looked horrified at the reminder he'd be handling Alfred ALONE.

Arthur smirked and stood up, grabbing his brief cases, "Excellent, I already have a place I'm staying, I'll be back in the afternoon, cheers!" Arthur chirped happily as he left.

Ludwig sighed, he hoped in the long run this would work or else he just blew a good chunk of money and he secretly hoped Alfred would decline.

Because he felt he would be detrimental to the mission

Then maybe he could renegotiate that extra payment with Arthur

Gilbert sat there, pouting, Ludwig rolled his eyes, "If you don't want him, just call and say you don't him anymore." He suggested and Gilbert gave a bark of laughter.

"And give you the satisfaction of winning, nope!" Gilbert declared, smirking as he too stood, following Ludwig out of the room, "I'm sure I can get Alfred to agree with minimal damage, besides, I'm the one that trained that kid!" Gilbert continued smirking and Ludwig quirked an eyebrow.

"But you're still going to hide a gun on your person when you meet with him aren't you?"

"Kesese, I said I trained him, I never said he wasn't bat-shit trigger happy, hell yeah I am! Safety first at all times little bruder."

Ooo

Hey, tea-n-burgers back! I know I already posted another mafia hetalia Au but I felt like the idea I had for that one wasn't going to work out so I restarted, that and I've never played around with nyotalia so I hope this good, just thought I'd do something different. Constructive criticism is welcomed but flames will be dismissed.

Y'all know I don't own hetalia