Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. I do own a few Hetalia DVDS and a few keychains I bought~.
(A/N): Hello, I'm back~. I feel as if I've been gone for a while. Well...long story short...my computer crashed. As in, I'm never going to get any of my stories back crashed. It still hurts to think that I've lost over six of the stories I was working on. And it's never the same as it was originally when you re-write them. *sigh* So here's a new story, one which is AU. (Alternate Universe) It will eventually reach somewhat-canon at some point, but not quite yet. It'll be around two-three chapters long. And sorry about leaving you off on a cliffhanger... ^^;
When you're a Mafioso, there are two things you need to know; how to shoot a gun and how to stay away from dangerous situations you don't need to be in. Lovino knew this from experience. He was one of the best around; after all, he had learned everything from his nonno, his Grandfather. Sure, he knew his Grandpa had more of an affinity for Feliciano, but he really didn't care. He was better, and older. If it was up to him, Feliciano wouldn't be with him on this dealing. It would be dangerous, and the last thing Lovino wanted was for Feliciano to get in the way of this job. Things would surely get messy, and the last thing he needed was to be watching his short attention spanned brother.
But even so, he had no say on the matter. The Boss had made it clear; he was to finish the dealing with the other family with the 'help' of Feliciano. It was some made up shit about how the grandchildren of the Don would make the deal seem legitimate and safe. He really didn't give a crap. All he knew was that the last thing the job was going to be was 'safe'. If anything, it was going to be even more dangerous than his other jobs. And no, he wasn't being paranoid, as his Grandfather called it.
Even as Lovino made it through the dark alleyway and to the rendezvous point, he was alert to any noise he heard. A clatter of a trashcan or a splash of Feliciano's shoes in a puddle made him jittery. He gripped the revolver hidden inside his jacket, wary of any suspicious noise.
"Ve… Fratello? Why so jumpy?" Feliciano asked, his voice so loud it echoed through the alley.
"Shhh! Lower your voice, dammit! I don't think everyone in a five kilometer radius heard you!"
"But…if we want everyone to hear me, shouldn't I be louder?"
Lovino growled, kneading his temples in an attempt to calm down and not beat the crap out of Feliciano. "Try to focus for once, Feliciano… this is a very serious job. If we mess it up, we'll return to Italy in freaking caskets. That is, if there's anything left of us!" Lovino hissed, fixing the sunglasses. Feliciano's eyes widened comically, slowly becoming watery. "B-but…I don't wanna return to Italy in a casket!" he screamed, terrified. "I'm too cute to die! And I'm just a virgin, ther-"
Lovino covered his brother's mouth, shushing him yet again. "I said shut it, dammit! I take it back, just shut the fuck up Feliciano!" he whispered urgently. Feliciano slowly closed his mouth, nodding. "Good. Now, we have a job to do!" With that, Lovino began to stalk to the meeting point with his brother shuffling behind.
The warehouse wasn't much to look at. It was a broken down, gray, two story building made of bricks with all the windows either cracked or missing. The door was sealed off, making the only entrance one of the largest missing windows. Lovino crawled through easily, followed by Feliciano. According to his watch, they would be there any minute. It was a quick operation; they would give the other mafia family top secret information, and in return, they'd get a good payoff; around half of a million dollars. Not too bad for just one simple job.
And as if on cue, the representative of the other family stepped out of the shadows, a large briefcase in his hands. "Do you have our information?" he asked, his voice rich with an American accent.
"Depends. Do you have the cash?" Lovino countered, crossing his arms.
The American's eyes narrowed, and he showed both of the brothers the briefcase. "Here it is." Lovino smirked, putting his hand closer to his pistol. "Open it." He ordered. The man growled, unlatching the locks to open the case. When it did open, Lovino could clearly see the money. He nodded, and motioned to Feliciano to grab the case. As his brother walked over, the man locked the case and opened his hand. "First give me the information." He demanded. Lovino nodded and reached to his pocket to grab a small disk. "It's all in here." He flung it over to the man, who caught it without a thought. Feliciano grabbed the case and brought it to his brother. "Hey fratello… I've never seen money like this before…" he whispered into his brother's ear. Lovino cocked an eyebrow, opening the suitcase. He realized Feliciano was right and narrowed his eyes. "You bastard… this is fake money." He hissed angrily. The American smirked, shrugging. "It doesn't matter. It isn't like you'll make it out alive." With a snap of his fingers, more men came out of the shadows, slowly surrounding them. "Oh you son of a-" Lovino flicked his wrist to the shotgun in his pocket and gripped it tightly. "Feliciano, get behind me." He hissed. Feliciano's eyes widened. "But Lovino…" he began.
"So help me Feliciano, get behind me right now, or I swear to God I will kill you if we don't get killed ourselves."
Feliciano obeyed, and stood behind Lovino, trembling.
"So, what do you plan to do now?" the American asked, obviously entertained. "You're surrounded and outnumbered."
Lovino realized just how bad the situation was. His eyes narrowed as he weighed the options. At the moment, the only options there seemed to be was which ways they would die; and every option was painful. Lovino sighed and looked back to Feliciano. "Oh shit. We're screwed…" he mumbled. Feliciano only made the situation worse. He held onto Lovino tightly, mumbling in quick Italian that even Lovino couldn't understand. Lovino needed to find a way to escape, and quick. He looked around his surroundings and saw a small, metallic table. It seemed worn, but from the way it was angled, it would block most of the bullets that would surely be aimed at them the moment they moved. He would shoot at the people the table didn't block, and aim for the window right behind the table. It wasn't broken, but it was the only solution he could think of.
"Feliciano. Stay behind me, no matter what, okay?" he whispered. His brother nodded, and tensed up. "What? Are you saying your final goodbye to ya brother? How pathetic!" Lovino ignored the taunts, cursing under his breath in Italian. "You have 'till the count of three to say bye to your sorry asses. One…" Lovino glanced one more time to Feliciano. "Two…" Feliciano nodded, ready to move. "Three! Fire!"
And with that, Lovino sprinted for the table, Feliciano right behind. The adrenaline pumping through his body was enough to make him ignore everything else but to make it to the table. The gunshots had faded to nothing, and all he could hear was his heart racing.
He managed to make it to the table, gasping for air, and pointed his gun to anyone who dared shoot at him. He shot out the window, a few pieces still remaining. He grabbed his brother and jumped through the window, taking most of the glass. Hell if he would actually let his brother get hurt, his Grandfather wouldn't let him hear the end of it. "Run!" he screamed, pushing his brother forward. "Hell if I'm getting killed!" He ran after Feliciano, pointing his gun towards the warehouse, positive that they were going to be followed. "Screw the Boss! We were this close to being fucking killed! Goddamn it, I'm tired of this shit! " Lovino cursed, tired of all of it. Feliciano was quiet though, not saying a single word. "Feli? You okay?" Feliciano didn't answer. Instead, he stumbled and fell forward, whimpering slightly.
"Feliciano!"
(A/N): Next chapter will come out soon... or at least I hope it does. Any questions, advice, or comments are greatly appretiated. Thanks~.