Hay, well Kattiestar and I just decided to make this account cuz of... well I donno so We will be switching between who writes each chapter, I will start, If you don't know me I am captainxx, Writer of... stuff so I wrote this chapter.

I don't own Hetalia

Chapter 1

(Lovino's POV)

I held the metal in my hand. The solid weight calm as it gazed down in front of me. I had five bullets left. That would be plenty seeing as there are only five men. I would have thought that Ivan would be smarter than to trust something this important in the hands of mere messengers.

Their five guns aimed at me. They weren't afraid to pull the trigger, neither was I. The messengers glared at me, hidden fear beneath them, they knew who I was.

A single bang rang out in the dark alley. I move a centimeter to the right, bullet whizzing past me. Soon other shots followed it. The fight ended quickly after that. My trained gun bringing them down one after the other. Their bodies hit the ground with a crunch, blood splattering.

I coldly walked past them and pried the case out of the middle one's hand. In a quick movement I checked inside and locked it shut. The prize was there and secured. I can't trust anyone with this, hence the reason I went out myself.

"Hola. Is anyone back here?" A figure stepped in front of the only source of light near the front of the alleyway. "I heard shots, I thought someone might be hurt."

That is when I fled. Grabbing onto the rusted stairwell of an old fire escape, I climbed to the top of the building staying in the dark as much as possible, and ran.

I would know that voice from anywhere. Why is he here!? That god damn bastard. Why the hell is he back? He shouldn't be back! He shouldn't have shown his face in this town ever again!

Why? Why?!

My confusion soon turned into anger.

How dare he think that he can just waltz back into this town! He doesn't belong here!

He made up his mind years ago!

H-he left me for dead!

I reached up with the hand that wasn't holding the case and yanked my hair. 'No! Don't think about it!', I mentally yelled at myself. I didn't need bad memories reminding me. It will only cause further breakdown. It is best to stay as far away as possible from the subject.

My fingers squeezed the handle of the case, my digits turning white. My attention needs to be focused on the case and the case only. Then how to defend against Ivan. The Russian Mafia leader sure wouldn't be happy about this. Like I give a shit. Who knows what Ivan will want to do to get it back, considering he will probably find the spy I had planted on the inside. The guy will be dead in mere seconds when Ivan finally signals him out. Only one man, though will be lost, he was a traitor anyways, trying to sell us out! Like hell I will allow that to go on. Then Ivan will come after me to get the case back.

I have a feeling that, that won't happen. If and when the other Mafia's and crime organizations find out that I am in possession of the case they will do anything to get it. Though, they aren't too smart or, well working with those within them. The American mafia, Canadian mafia, English mafia, Nordic mafias, and German drug traffickers along with the Chinese Triads who are in some-what close relation to the Japanese Yakuza, will be after it. The blubbering American Idiot won't even get past the front door, but his brother on the other hand, will take some force to hold back. If the Nordic Mafias can work together with all the family problems than maybe, they will pose threat. Speaking of family problems, The Chinese Triads have a blood family with the boss, it makes the entire organization fucked up, especially since the Chinese Triad leader is related to the Japanese Yakuza leader. Their fighting with each other all the time can do no good. The German drug Traffickers might be shown as a threat, only if their leader wasn't weighed down by his idiotic brother. And that pervert boss of the French Mafia needs to stop sexually harassing the British Mafia leader (and everyone else) before he might be considered anywhere near dangerous (well except for his 'wandering' hands, Like hell! That should be considered molestation!). So, overall, all but Ivan and ... the Canadian, can cause me trouble. Those bastards have another thing coming if they think I will give up under pressure.

I will need a way to get their attention off of me and on something else. That will give me enough time to deal with the case.

Careful planning.

I slid down another stairway to the ground and kept running.

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-A few weeks before-

(Antonio's POV)

I walked down the patch at the park in the small city of Whitchita Falls, Texas. It was less busy than Bari in Southern Italy. Less beautiful, yes, but there are no memories here. All fresh and a new start for those years ago.

No one yelling at you to get up in the morning or to go get mote tomatoes. I need to stop thinking about this again!

Why couldn't I move on? I shook my head. Every time I tried to move on from him, he kept resurfacing in my head. Aye de mi. I hit my head on the nearest brick wall.

"Idiot. Idiot. Idiot." I repeated to myself.

Suddenly a hand clamped down onto my shoulder. The familiar, "keseseseseses~" broke my thoughts. I turned to look at Gilbert.

"Vhat is the less-awesomer-than-me, you sobbing about again?"

I gave him a questioning look. Was 'awesomer' even an actual word. "Gil, mi amigo, I am not sobbing, just depressed." I sighed and hit my head against the wall again.

"Oy! Franny, 'Toni is doing it again!" I heard Gilbert call behind us.

The sound of footsteps followed by a distinguishable French accent that could only be Francis's. "Oui? Again?" Francis sighed out. "You need to stop doing this to yourself, or at lest tell us what is going on with you."

"Ja. Ve need to know!" Gil urged. "The awesome me und less awesome Franny have known you for three years now, ever since you moved here! And still you haven't told us vhat vorries you so much!"

"It's not that bad amigos." I mumbled, my head still resting against the wall, ready the try and smash my skull once more.

I could practically feel Francis glaring as my back. "You 'ave nightmares! You wake up screaming! Sometimes you won't come out of you room for days! It iz that bad!"

I began hitting my head against the wall again.

A arm pulled me away from the wall and I was pulled into Francis's chest. "Mon Cher, do you need my love~?" He purred into my ear.

I fought out of his grasp. "No, I am fine." I defended, hating that I had been keeping secrets.

"You don't look alright 'Toni." Gilbert looked sincerely worried.

It just hurt me more. I groaned and tried to go back to the wall. This time Gilbert held me back.

"You are hurting und ve need to know vhy!" Gil grabbed my shoulders and shook me, hurt clearly shown on his face.

"W-when I am ready."I slid away from his grasp and began walking away from them.

The last thing I heard was, "If you wish to be that way."