Summary: Lovino has accepted his family's honor in being a thief and spy for the better of the poor. Antonio is an assassin assigned to stop Lovino at whatever cost. Both wanted more to their lives than just living up to their family names. Spamano AU. Possible smut in later chapters.
Quick Note: Due to personal reasons, I will not have any cursing or swearing in this fanfiction. But it will make it quite interesting, nonetheless! Please forgive me if you have a particular liking to how most fanfiction writers make Romano's language quite colorful. Please do enjoy! This is my first fanfiction ever, so I'm incredibly eager and nervous at the same time, heh ^-^;
"Feliciano, do you see that?"
"Huh, where?"
"There. Alejandro Díaz. One of the most wealthiest idiots here," Lovino snarled while eyeing a man down on the streets, covered in rich apparel.
Feliciano adjusted his crimson hood atop his head. "That's our target, isn't it?" he asked.
"Sí, but..." Lovino trailed off as he observed the man walk from the armory shop to his horse-driven carriage. "...I think we should watch him before we take anything from him tonight."
"But our orders were to-!"
"I know what our orders were, alright? But we can't steal any of his crap when he just ran out of an armory. This doofus has close ties to the king. Besides, this isn't like the idiot. He usually spends buttloads on lace and frilly coats." Lovino crouched next to his brother atop the large building without taking his eyes off the carriage. Feliciano nodded in understanding from the corner of his eye.
Buckets of rain poured onto the two brothers as they overlooked the town. Like Feliciano's, Lovino's dark green cloak was also drenched from the poor weather. But the two acted as if it didn't bother them at all. The younger Italian was the first to hop up to his feet, and sprint across the flat roofs of the town in the direction of their target. Lovino took a moment to breathe in the fresh, clean air before joining his brother on the chase.
Finally on the rich side of the town, Feliciano and Lovino perched themselves on a mansion across from their target's abode. The large and hefty Alejandro Díaz made his way from the carriage to his warm home with the help of his servants. The older brother nudged the younger and pointed at a window with a balcony on the second floor. Feli gave a small smile to convey that he understood. In no time at all, the two cautiously dashed to the other mansion, and climbed with much grace to the second floor's biggest window. Meeting their objective, the younger began to play with the lock as Lovi kept watch. Feliciano always had a gift with his fingers; he unlocked everything he touched. The Vargas family was no doubt proud to have him on their side.
A small click filled the silence in the air, and after moments passed by, the two deemed it safe to enter the dark room. Lovino urged Feliciano to head in first as he continued to keep careful watch. Their task now was simple: Listen in on whatever secrets or plans mentioned, especially if it involved the king and the government. The stealing could come later. In Lovino's mind, the secrets were priority.
A moment's hesitation went by before the younger brother turned to Lovi. "Could you keep watch?" he whispered.
"What? No! That's stupid!"
"Per favore? I want you to stay here so I have an escape...just in case, you know?" Lovino instantly fell victim to those pleading auburn eyes. Feliciano had always been somewhat of a coward, but he just needed more reassurance than anything right now. This was, after all, only his third mission.
Defeated, Lovino sighed and nodded. "Fine."
"Grazie, fratello," the red-hooded thief thanked as he disappeared into the mansion's darkness.
The eldest Italian squatted near the window, keeping watch of the mansion's surroundings. His eyes thoroughly scanned each section that was visible to him-even taking note of the property's entrance from time to time. Though the rain had not let up in amount or volume, it was not to be mistaken that Lovino's incredible hearing picked up movement from the bushes below.
At first, the Italian rolled his eyes and initially guessed it to be a cat or a dog playing within the foliage. But after it stilled, suspicion grew inside him. He eyed the spot below the balcony by warily looking over the edge. Nothing was there. Lovino's eyes squinted. His hand pushed past his cloak to his belt, where a dagger rested in its sheath. He lay his palm against the handle, and pushed himself off the balcony. He landed by a simple tuck and roll.
Standing up slowly, eyes not moving from the spot, Lovino approached it with his hand gripping on the handle. "Show yourself," he demanded in a deep voice.
A light chuckle arose beneath the plants. Suddenly, a whirlwind of black came straight for Lovino and knocked him to the ground in one blow with an audible "oof". The green-hooded Italian rolled over with a grunt and got back up to his feet. He whipped around frantically looking for his opponent. His dagger was drawn and positioned for attack in his right hand-but there was no sign of any attacker.
Lovino took this moment to catch his breath from the sudden adrenaline rush. He swallowed thickly and glimpsed behind him only to see the dark figure heading towards him again. It was then, just as he readied himself for a swing at his opponent, did the man in dark robes skillfully avoid his attack and strike the Italian in the stomach with his fist. Lovino doubled over onto the grass, coughing to find his breath again.
Only now could he grab a better look of the man as he kneeled helplessly on the ground. He wore a white, red, and black mask that covered everything but the lower half where his obnoxious grin was. He also wore a dark hood which only exposed few dark chocolate curls. A sword lay at his side, but it was apparent he had no use of it for now. Or maybe he was just playing. "You must learn to fight better, my friend!" he spoke with a heavy Spanish accent.
Lovino wanted to punch that stupid smile off his face. "Shut up!" he seethed. "Just who the heck are you, anyway, huh?!"
The man with the Venetian mask laughed. He was too cheerful to be fighting. "A magician never reveals his secrets, no? Now," he appeared right before the Italian in two steps, lifting up the other's chin with two fingers, "you must come with me. Follow."
Lovino gritted his teeth in anger. "Like heck I will!" He lunged forward and swung at the man's body, only to have just missed and only scratched the enemy's robes. How did I miss him?! Now standing, the two stared at each other and waited for the other's next move. Lovi grew impatient. "Who sent you? Tell me, dangit!"
The obnoxious grin now settled down into a mischievous smile. "Lo siento mi amigo, but I'm afraid I cannot tell you-" his sentence was interrupted by an arrow landing inches before him. Both looked up, and beheld Feliciano on the balcony with a newly equipped crossbow, glaring down at his brother's attacker. The younger Italian said nothing, but with the man in dark robes now distracted, Lovino took his chance and launched himself forward, landing a roundhouse kick right into the stomach. Payback.
But Lovino wasn't done yet. With the success of the first blow, he drove his fist up from under the Spaniard's chin and knocked him backwards. Another kick to the stomach, and the other was now sprawled out on the ground in pain. Lovino quickly turned to his brother. "Feliciano, now!" he shouted. His brother knew exactly what to do. Throwing the crossbow onto his back, he sped off the balcony, across the cobblestone street, and onto the top of the mass of buildings. The older thief followed shortly thereafter, ignoring the grunt that came from the injured Spaniard. All he could do now was run. Run, run, run. He didn't look back once, not onto the mansion, not onto the strange man-and both he and Feliciano disappeared into the night.
