A/N: Hey~ I'm really nervous cos this is my first fanfic. Don't expect much. ^^ There may be some grammar mistakes and the story is kinda crappy but please bear with me .

There will be no actual pairings (maybe some hints) but if you guys somehow like the story and I get enough requests I may add some shounen ai in future chapters ^^ Anyway I'm not sure whether I'll continue this so if you want me to please review ! I'm a rookie so any kind of advice is welcome and appreciated!

(pls ignore the lame title I couldn't think of anything better)

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. (Though I really wish to :D )

The Big Hit

Chapter 1

The man was getting impatient when he finally heard a knock on his door.

"It was about time" he said but when he opened the door he didn't see what he expected.

"Hi~ Sorry for being late~ " A young short man with slightly messy sandy blond hair and emerald green eyes walked inside and seated himself on a glass table in the middle of the room. His clothes were quite 'revealing' – a pair of jean shorts that exposed his thin legs, an almost transparent shirt unbuttoned to the middle, short brown high-heeled boots and a brown jacket that hung loosely beneath his shoulders.

"Hah, I'm sorry but there seems to be a mistake here" the older man said when he finally snapped out of his surprise. "I'm quite sure I asked for a woman not a boy" he continued with a mocking smile.

"Oh, dear!" the boy dramatized. "Are you saying that I'm not good enough to satisfy master's needs?" As he said that the stranger lifted his leg on the table and threw a seductive look at the man in front of him. A lustful flash suddenly appeared in the said man's eyes and he took a step forward.

"Well, I guess I can make an exception this time and…" He wrapped his hand around the boy's waist, inspecting him closer. "try something new." he finished in a low voice. A playful smirk appeared on the boy's lips and he waited obediently as his 'master' leaned closer. But suddenly the stranger flinched and put a finger on the man's mouth stopping his advance.

"What?" the older asked slightly annoyed by the interruption.

"Have you been smoking?"

"Yes. What about it?"

" Darling there's one thing that I really hate and that's the smell of cigarettes."

A disbelieving look and an impatient snort was all he got in response.

"You see, I like my men fresh" the boy then explained with a low seductive voice almost purring the last word and took a mouth freshener out of his pocket. The man smiled obviously satisfied by the explanation and expectantly opened his mouth. One spray was more than enough…

"Just a little harder! Come on! Harder! "Cold sweat was starting to form on the boy's forehead.

"Almost there!" He shouted again. "Argh! Bloody safe! " The boy finally gave up, clenching his teeth with frustration. The older man was now lying near the glass table deeply asleep and he wasn't going to wake up anytime soon. After all this time the drug was much stronger than usual. The frustrated blond was still kneeling on the floor trying to think of a way to get inside the steel box that contained his goal when his cell phone suddenly rang in his pocket. He took it out in one swift move and flipped it open with more strength than necessary.

"What?" He spat at the receiver.

"Erm…are you busy?" The voice on the other side asked with a heavy Spanish accent.

"What? What do you mea-…Oh goodness NO! Of course not! How could you even think that? "

"Well you've been gone for so long that I thought maybe it didn't work this time you know. Accidents happen." The other answered obviously relieved, the unsure tone in his voice gone.

"Pffft! As if I'd screw up on such an easy job. "

"Well what's wrong then?"

"The bastard's sleeping like the dead but the damned safe just won't open!" As he said that the blond threw a murderous look at the 'damned' thing as if trying to open it with a glare.

"That sucks but you know that if you don't open it soon it would be better if you took what you can and got out of there."

"Do you think I'm stupid or something? I've already done that! Plus you're not my mother I know how to take care of myself perfectly you git! Now if you'll excuse me I have work to do!" The blond hung up on his friend rather rudely and continued working on the safe.

The Spaniard sighed. He put his phone back in his pocket and once again turned his gaze towards the window on the second floor. He was observing it from inside his van parked right in front of the house where his partner in crime was currently 'working'. Antonio (the said Spaniard's name) thought about how Arthur (the blond with whom he had just had a conversation) always had a reply for everything and never took advice from anyone and even if he did he never listened to it. A small smile made its way on Antonio's lips. He had already gotten used to his partner's behavior and sudden mood swings during the long time they worked together. And by work I mean seducing rich men and stealing their money. Actually that was Arthur's job. Antonio only found their victims and took care of the escape but they always divided the money equally. The Spaniard's thoughts drifted to the day they first met. It was around New Year's Eve about three years ago. There was a party and some of the present there had gotten a little bit too drunk. What followed were a few stupid incidents and the arrest of all of the people (except those who managed to run away of course). After those events Antonio met Arthur for the first time in a small prison cell at the police station and they found out that they had a lot in common. They were both young broke and looking for a thrill that the discos and night clubs couldn't provide them with anymore. And there in that same cell the two boys became friends and even more – they became partners in crime and as soon as they got out of jail they started business. What they did provided them with both money and the longed excitement. At firs their targets were simple. They already had a plan for their first mission – Arthur would meet the man in a club, use his charm on him and then the man would invite Arthur to his house and (hopefully) offer him a drink. But the man's drink would have a strong drug in it and on the next morning he would wake up with headache, a blank memory and a few thousand dollars less. Looking back at the past Antonio thought about how crazy they were. But despite all the risk and their inexperience everything had gone perfectly smooth. It was easy money and easy money is addicting so after a few more successful tries there was no turning back. Arthur started to gain more experience and their bank accounts grew steadily. But the better they got the more serious their targets became or to be more exact – the richer. And that's how they had gotten to their current situation. Suddenly Antonio was snatched out of his thoughts by a small figure climbing out of the second floor window. The man jumped down on the ground elegantly and landed quietly on his feet almost like a cat which showed the amount of experience he had in this kind of things. The man approached the van and sat in the seat next to Antonio his satisfied smirk clearly visible in the dim light. That smirk answered all of Antonio's questions – the mission had been successful and they were officially a hundred thousand dollars richer so he started the engine and the van silently disappeared into the night.

"Hah! What a sucker!" Arthur finally broke the silence his smirk still present on his face. "We robbed him dry and he won't realize until tomorrow morning."

"And by then we'll be in London wasting his money." Antonio finished with an innocent smile although his smile contrasted a lot with what he was saying.

Arthur nodded in agreement. "Can you believe that I've been seducing rich fools for three years and I haven't even once been done by a man."

Antonio stayed silent for a while.

"Wait so…you're straight?" He finally said.

Arthur made a WTF face and yelled "Of course I'm straight you bloody git! What did you think I was?"

"Well at first I thought the answer was pretty obvious…"

"You thought I was gay."Arthur interrupted.

Antonio went silent again. He could feel his partner's murderous glare and a sweat drop formed on his forehead.

"Well how couldn't I?" The Spaniard defended himself and changed the subject before Arthur could strangle him (which he apparently was about to do). "Anyway how do you feel about going home?"

Arthur who was indeed from England quickly forgot his anger (luckily for Antonio) and leaned back in his seat.

"Well I should be excited. I mean I haven't been in England for two years. But the thing is…I'm not. I just don't really have a reason to be happy about it." The blond said thoughtfully.

"Awwww don't say that!" Antonio exclaimed, his usual smile making its way back onto his lips. "It's your homeland and it's the place where we became partners. Plus I'm sure that you want to say hi to your family and friends after all this time."

Arthur turned to face his friend and stared into his olive green eyes for a few moments before replying, a hint of pain showing in his voice. "I don't really have a lot of friends there. And I've never been in good terms with my family…"

Antonio's smile disappeared and a feeling of guilt started creeping up in his stomach. He had obviously triggered a very delicate conversation that wasn't much to Arthur's liking. Although he had known Arthur for three years now he barely knew anything about his partner's past from before they met. Antonio felt like an idiot. Arthur saw his friend's change in expression and smiled a little.

"It's okay. It's my fault for not telling you earlier. It's not that dramatic really. I just didn't get along with my three older brothers and my parents…well we barely saw each other and when we did we rarely talked." Without realizing Arthur started telling Antonio his life story. Not that his friend minded.

"My family is quite rich so I grew up in the care of maids and babysitters. My parents were like strangers to me and my brothers terrorized me constantly." Arthur continued. "When I finished high school I went to London and started living on my own. I liked it that way because I was away from my brothers. My parents sent me a lot of money so I started to skip lectures and went to discos and parties instead. I met a lot of girls and had a lot of fun but soon I got bored and the money I had started to disappear as my parents stopped sending me any. Well it was me who told them to stop though. I just didn't want to be a bother to them. In fact I didn't want to have anything to do with them…I haven't talked to them since then. Not that it's much different than before." Arthur chuckled weakly at the last sentence. It was a sad distant laugh. Antonio didn't say anything and kept his eyes on the road. He seemed to be thinking about something as he wasn't smiling like he usually did.

"Well I guess I'll get some sleep then." Arthur yawned after inspecting his friend for a few moments. "Good night Toni." The blond said and moved to the back of the van.

"Good night Artie." Antonio replied quietly and silence took over once again.

A/N: So that was the first chapter. I hope it's not that bad. (It sounded much better in my head honestly)

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