[Hey all, it's Tora here, this is my second fic. As usual, it will be Itacest, with Lovi as uke, anyway, here are some basic details; Lovi is a prostitute in New York City, Feli is a high ranking mafia boss. Yeah, I know, my mind astounds you all. Also, the ages are different, well, switched.

DISCLAIMER: I do not, in any way, own Hetalia or its characters.

Read on, if you dare.

With lust and hate,

~Torahime]

Lovino Vargas was a sixteen year old male prostitute. His vibrant eyes and endearingly feminine face made him a rather hot commodity. He stood at the corner, a pall mall menthol in his hand, a pair of designer glasses on his pale face. He was a diamond among stones, and it was obvious, he held himself confidently, taking a puff of the sweet-bitter cigarette every once in a while.

He had been a prostitute for two years, ever since he had run away from his foster family. His biological family had been killed when he was just a child, and his older brother Feliciano had been taken from him. He honestly missed his brother, even though he couldn't really remember him.

All Lovi knew about the city, was that it was a good place for prostitutes, he had cried though his first time, but over the last two years, he had gotten over it.

"Lovi~" Shouted an annoyingly cheerful voice.

"What!" He snapped at the offender, who happened to be his best friend, Matthew.

"A new mafia boss appeared! Even Ludwig is afraid of him and Alfred too!" The boy panted. Lovi raised delicate eyebrows, those two were the most feared criminals in New York, and that's saying something.

"Give me some details, I'm curious now!" He half-whined.

"Well, he's from Italy, I haven't found out his name yet, but apparently, he can kill without a second thought!" The boy gushed.

"Yeah? So what, there's thousands of psycho's in this damned city who do that every day."

"Yeah, but, he's smart that's rare!"

"Well, that's true." Matthew nodded his head vigorously, he was obviously in a gossip mood, Lovi didn't really mind though. Matthew was odd; he had blonde hair, and violet eyes with offensively long lashes. The boy was also freakishly strong, despite looking rather petite.

"Well, I'm off duty for today, I'm heading home." When Lovi said 'home', he meant the abandoned building they had broken into two years prior.

"I'm going with you; today's a bad day for prostitutes." Mathew said, lightly laughing. A bad day for the two of them meant only earning around seven-hundred dollars each.

They were the perfect duo, sexy and cute, sweet and harsh. Lovi rolled his emerald eyes, Mathew never wanted either of them home alone, he claimed it was dangerous. To be honest, he was probably right, especially with the amount of weirdo's that lived in their neighborhood.

Lovi walked, content to listen to Matthews chattering, every now and then he would state an opinion, though not often. Absently after they got home, Lovi began to sing.

"Hey little mockingbird, where did you go?

Where did you go?

You left me all alone, in the winter snow.

In the winter snow.

One day I'll find you, have you sing me to sleep.

Just promise me, you'll always stay by my side.

Hey little mocking bird, I love you so.

So lay down your head, I wish you the sweetest dreams.

Little mocking bird, in the dark, I sing.

Little mockingbird, little mocking bird." His voice chimed effortlessly, Matthew smiled, he loved hearing Lovi sing, it was always calming. Matthew held up a candy bar and grinned, his face brilliant. He opened it and broke it in half. The two ate it, reveling in each bite. Lovi sighed and plopped down onto one of the torn and faded couches. He laid back, the stylish sunglasses covering his eyes.

...

"Hey, Mattie! Wake the fuck up!" Lovi hissed into the blonde's ear.

"Huh? Wha-Wha-What is it?" Mattie asked, immediately aware of the fear that coated his best friend's voice.

"People! One of them is a lawyer from the city; they're trying to sell the building!" Lovi exclaimed. He had a look of wild frenzy in his eyes. Matthew was up in an instant, reaching for his wallet, and the bag he kept his clothes in. Lovi, he noticed, was already packed, and swinging his bag over his shoulder.

"We've gotta go through the window, the one that's blown out. They're already at the room with the black mold in it. We've gotta hurry!" Lovi was talking in a loud whisper. They heard voices and footsteps getting closer to them.

"I know this place is a bit run down, but fixing it up shouldn't be a problem for one of your status." A regal and casual voice stated.

"True, it would be of little expense for me to clean this dump up. By the way, it seems as if people have been living here, do you know who?" A demanding and dangerously smooth voice asked.

"Most likely homeless people who needed shelter, or perhaps under aged runaways. In either case, they shouldn't even be here."

Lovi and Matthew both began to back away as the voices drew near to their position. They turned and ran as the doorknob rattled. They ran into the adjoining room, and jumped out of the oversized window at the left side. As they landed, they heard shouting noises to their left.

"Fuck!" Lovi cursed as oversized men pushed themselves away from the brick wall of the building.

"Run!" He told Matthew as he began to sprint away, Matthew followed, mere seconds behind. The men followed, gaining on them. The two teens dodged around obstacles, the kind of things only the locals would know were there. The men slowed their pace as they followed. They turned at the side of the building, only to find a thin, yet well muscled man shaking hands with a pale man in a meticulously tailored suit. Both boys stopped as they saw them.

"Who in the world-" The pale man began. The boys were grabbed from behind, arms twisted behind them.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" cursed Lovi. The only sound Matthew made was a soft whimper.

"They jumped out of one of the windows sir." One of the goons explained.

"Is that so?" Asked the second man.

"Yes sir!" The goon stated again. Lovi was confused; both men looked as if they could snap this little man in half if they tried. Matthew was struggling, thrashing about in wild, frantic movements. Lovi on the other hand, faked a fainting spell, going limp in his captor's hands. In result the man loosened his grip on the brunette. The instant he did so however, the boy twisted, landing a powerful kick to the mans groin. Love then proceeded to kick the bastard who was holding Matthew. The instant Matthew had leverage he threw the man, sending him sprawling in the grass. The boys turned and attempted to run again, take note: attempted.

The man the goons had called boss, caught Lovi around the waist, threw him to the ground, and easily pinned him with his foot.

"Lovi!" Shouted Matthew, stopping and turning, the blonde gazed at his best friend, a sincerely worried look on him face.

"Go dumbass! Get away, Run!" Lovi gasped out, his voice shaking. He was in sincere pain, his face contorted in agony. Matthew stayed like that his own face showing his internal conflict. After what seemed like decades the boy, with an apologetic look, escaped, leaving his friend lying on the grass.

"Sacrificing yourself for your friend, how noble." The man said looking down at him. The last thing Lovi saw, was a devilishly handsome face hovering over his own, then his world faded to black.

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[So? Did I do okay for my first chapter? Poor, poor Lovi. *Snicker* He is completely oblivious as to what's about to happen to him. Oh, I am evil~ 'C'mon, you know you wanna review~ I mean, I wanna know what you think, so do me and you a favor, and do it. I can see you right now, staring at this and contemplating whether or not to do it. Anyway, I should shut up now, before all of you decide that I'm a psychotic perv, so yeah, I let you all escape my obnoxious stalker-ish behavior.

With lust and hate,

~Torahime]