I do not own Hetalia!

Pairings: AntonioxLovino, ArthurxAlfred, FelicianoxLudwig, MathewxGilbert

Summary: Alfred F. Jones and Mathew Williams, 17 year old half-brothers master assassins sent to kill two of the most dangerous twins, the Vargas Brothers. Respected grandsons of the most dangerous Italian mafia's leader, Romulus Vargas. when the four boys are all sent to Hetalia high school, it is up to Antonio Hernandez Cardero, a secret agent to protect the twins no matter what. But when Antonio takes a strange, obsessive liking to the older Vargas twin, could they be put into more danger than they already are? With the oddness of the high school and different encounters along the way, there's no possible reason for this to end normally.

Chapter One: how we ended up in America

Lovino and Feliciano

Lovino studied the empty walls of his bedroom. He had already taken down all of his posters of famous Italian soccer teams, Italian actors, some singers Lovino thought were decent, and very well made paintings that Feliciano would give him to put up in his room. He walked over to a now bare counter that only had one photograph. It was one of him and Feliciano. He studied the picture, gazing over to his curl, who seemed to love to defy gravity that dropped to the left. As his brother's was on the right. He noticed he had darker hair than Feliciano, and seemed more serious than him. Well he was frowning in the picture. His amber eyes were looking else where, as where Feliciano's were closed. He wore a goofy smile as he hugged his brother posing for the picture. He then remembered his gun hiding under his bed and grabbed it, hiding it safely in his suit case along with some bullets. Walking over to his window, he scowled slightly as his amber eyes gazed at his beloved country.

"Damn. I'm going to miss this. But no more sulking Lovino! You're a man! You can get through any test God gives you!" he shouted proudly. Though he only half believed it. The brunette had just heard from his grandfather that there were many people trying to get their hands on the twins. Not only for money, but for revenge upon the mafia leader. So that's when he had decided that they should move to America.

The 16 year old had protested, whined, even ran away for a few days, and came back the next day, claiming there weren't enough tomatoes where he went so that's the only reason he came back. But when their grandfather was set to do something, he did it. So much to Lovino's dismay, they had started packing the next week he was informed. And this is where Lovino is now. Closing his door behind him, carrying his suit case, and heading to Feliciano's room to tell him that it's time to go.

He knocked on his brother's door, and then went inside regardless if there were any protests. There, Feliciano sat with his legs crossed studying closely to the gun he held in his hand. These were some of the rare moments where Feliciano was caught frowning deeply.

Feliciano's room was also empty. All that remained was a table, where Feliciano liked to draw, or paint on. Though it still was empty, the walls were painted brilliantly. Italy had been painted all over the walls. Unlike Lovino's who's was just painted red white and green.

"Hey idiot! What do you think your doing ah? Put that away somewhere safe before we get into the plane!" Lovino had snapped at his brother snatching the gun away from him. Feliciano smiled in his goofy fashion and stood up next to Lovino.

"Ve~ Lovino? Do you think there's going to be pasta where we're going?" Feliciano asked kindly. Lovino scoffed and rolled his eyes as he patted Feliciano's back.

"Of course there is you bastard! Don't think I would let nonno take us somewhere where there isn't any pasta!" as if on cue, Romulus had stepped inside Feliciano's room along with some luggage and three passports.

" grandsons, e il momento di andare" he told them seriously. The two nodded, taking their respectful passports and heading to the backyard of the house. There awaited a plane, and one of Romulus's mafia members was seen opening the door.

" you're so damn lucky we live away from the city! You would have been dead if we were there!" Lovino snapped angrily at his grandfather who just laughed and motioned them to walk up the stairs of the plane.

" well boys, I hope I have taught you well. Lovino, take care of your fratello. Don't let anyone hurt him or yourself. When you get off the plane, there will be a man named Antonio there. He's just a few years older than you, so he will accompany you to school. Remember to do everything he says" his grandfather told them. Feliciano saluted him and laughed.

"Of course nonno! We'll do everything he says no matter how ridiculous!" he laughed whole heartedly. Lovino folded his arms and looked away with a humph. Romulus gave him a look expectantly and put a hand on his left shoulder.

"Lovino, please, for once, listen to your nonno. Do everything he says. There are very bad people trying to hurt you. So be careful. I wouldn't know what to do if something happened to you boys." Romulus's eyes began to get watery as he said those words. Lovino looked up at him feeling slightly guilty. He wiped a stray tear on his grandfathers cheek and side. It had been almost five years since their mother had passed away. She was very sick when it happened. They boys' grandfather feels it was his own fault for her death, taking full responsibility in his grandsons and vowing to make sure they were safe.

"Alright. I'll behave. But it's not my fault if I have to shoot a few people got it?" he told him trying to keep his voice from breaking. Romulus laughed and ruffled Lovino hair. And with that, the two boys had gotten on the plane, and left for America.

Alfred and Mathew

"What? Are you serious? Yeah baby my home country!" Alfred shouted excitedly over the phone. He currently sat in his living room munching on a candy bar. Though he was only seventeen, he and his brother had somehow managed to become the most skilled assassins money could buy. Alfred had been homeschooled all his life, but was a very normal, enthusiastic young man. Not to mention quite handsome. His golden blonde hair, neatly combed, but a cowlick always refusing to budge, Crystal blue eyes and wore glasses making him look smart. He was tall, and toned. But not too toned. His brother was quite similar, only with light purple eyes, shorter and a long hair curled at the tip strayed out from his hair.

" What's so wrong with Canada?" Mathew asked slightly annoyed over the other end of the phone. He was on his way to Alfred's apartment to pick him up. They were up for a long drive to get to United States. Then they had to meet with their boss to discuss over their mission. Then to the house they were going to stay in, and then to the high school to sign some registration forms. This was all making Mathew nauseous.

"Nothing! It's just I'm really stoked we're going to the US!" Alfred countered. He walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a knife then threw it at the wall hitting a picture of Feliciano and Lovino's sketches a hired artist was sent to make.

"Can't wait to finally get these two! And then we'll be heroes!" he cried. Mathew sighed as he walked over to the front door of Alfred's apartment.

"You are wearing presentable clothes right? We're going to be meeting with our boss before we get to the house. " Mathew reminded him as he climbed the stairs.

"Of course dude!" Alfred replied. He was wearing a white dress shirt, with black dress pants and brown boots, along with his signature bomber jacket.

"I'm already at the door so could you open, and let me help you with any bags you might have?" he asked quite annoyed at his brother's antics. Alfred laughed, hanging up and running to the door almost hitting himself on the face and opening it to a very flustered Mathew trying to fix his neck tie that just wouldn't seem to stay put. He smiled widely as he then grabbed two of his suit cases and tossed them into Mathew's car.

"Alright! The hero's ready to go! Come forth my side kick!" he boasted as Mathew struggled with a suit case, but managed to put it in the car. He breathed deeply, trying to catch his breath then walked hurriedly to the driver's seat.

"I call shot gun!" Alfred shouted loudly, fist pumping the air. His brother pinched the bridge of his nose then fixed his red neck tie.

"It's just us two Alfred. You don't need to 'call' shot gun" Alfred simply kept laughing as Mathew started the car and started driving on the street. Almost hitting another car, they got honked at. Mathew quickly blabbered a series of apologies as Alfred yelled at the car behind them telling them to watch where they're going. And finally, they were off.

"We are going to stop for some Mc donalds right?" Alfred asked his brother. Mathew groaned in annoyance.

"I'd much rather go to I hop Alfred. Their pancakes are better" Alfred gasped and hit Mathew on the arm receiving a thump on the head and stuttered curses.

"How dare you say that? Mc Donald's is the best place in the whole wide world regardless to pancakes!" he shouted proudly. Mathew simply sighed then told Alfred to shut up so their ride wouldn't be such a pain in the ass as it already is.

Antonio

The Spaniard stood outside the small office of his fellow agent's. he couldn't wait for his new mission. And it seemed really interesting too. Plus, he got to go traveling and meet new people at a school! A blonde man, a bit shorter than him, with green eyes finally came out. The curly brunette waved to him and followed the blonde down the hall.

" I'm telling you Martin! It's going to be very fun!" he shouted at the Argentinean. Said man just smirked and kept staring at some papers in his hand.

"Of course it is Tony, but you know, any one could have taken this mission. I bet it's because boss feels sorry for you. I mean, he obviously would have asked me to do it boludo! Che, I bet it's just that!" Martin commented snidely. The Spaniard just smiled and kept talking to him as if he was never insulted. When they finally got outside the building, they bid their good byes. The brunette walked over to his car, stopping and looking at himself in the window. He was 19 years old. He had sparkly green eyes, curly brown hair, was quite tall, and was wearing a business suit. His face looked youthful and full of happiness.

It was obvious the man was excited for his mission. He had recently been informed of two Italian twins in seek of help. He didn't really understand everything about the mission, but he had one thing clear. Two seventeen year old boys were going to live in his house and do everything he says. Oh and he had to take care of them like they were his own. He fusososed at his brain's thoughts and hopped into the car quickly making his way to a small farm outside of town. That was where he was going to meet the boys.

Although, he might have been a bit nervous, because he didn't know anything about these people. They could be masked assassins trying to kill him! Oh god why hadn't he thought of that? What if this was already planned out? Was the agency planning all this? Had Martin made them do that? Thinking about the Argentinean made him frown.

"Such a narcissist!" he commented to himself completely forgetting what he was thinking about. He sighed and decided turning on the radio would be the best option for boredom. Antonio had been in the agency for about eleven months. And this was his second important mission, he couldn't screw this up like last time. If not, he would be off the team, and would have to pick tomatoes for a living. At least that was Antonio's theory. Not that he hated tomatoes or anything. He actually had a tomato garden back in his home. He just didn't want to work at a job like that.

"It'll be fine Antonio! Sos muy inteligente! You'll see! They'll love me the minute they lay eyes on me!" he told himself calmly. That seemed to calm the Spaniard down. It wouldn't be long until he would make it to his destination. Too bad anotonio doesn't know what a big problem he is in for.

Translation:

e il momento di andare – it's time to go

Fratello- brother

Nonno- grandfather

Boludo- idiot

Che- ( a common thing we say at the beginning or end of a sentence.)

Sos muy inteligente- you're really smart

I hope you liked my story! Please review and say what you think! I wanted to use Argentina for a little part of this fiction because I'm from there!