A/N: Hello! I decided that it's about time to write another fan fic.. I totally gave up on my Kingdom Hearts one. I apologize to my followers. Anyway, I decided to try hetalia now because it's my new obsession haha :D Enjoy~

Chapter 1

The city of Rome was dark and silent that night. The sky had no moon, so the three figures shuffling through the alleys were very hard to make out against the dark background.

They moved swiftly and silently as they swept through the cobble stone streets, no louder than a breeze. The three men moved, never exchanging words. It was too dark to communicate with eye contact, so they just followed the man in front, hoping he knew where he was going.

The man who was leading the other two stopped, then crouched farther back into the shadows. The other two looked to where their leader was looking and felt their stomachs flip upside down, "There," the man in front said in a raspy whisper, "that's the house, boys."

The man slung his bag off his shoulder and dug through it until he pulled out a small flashlight. He shone it toward the other two so that he could get a good look at their faces. The first face that met the light was a man with wavy golden locks that ended just past his chin. He had the perfect amount of stubble on his chin, and his normally sparkling sky blue eyes were wide with fear.

"What the hell is up with you, Francis?" the man said with a frown.

Francis' eyes met intense red orbs, "I don't think that this is the right thing to do, mon amis," he said in a thick French accent, "Is this really how you want to get revenge? Think about it Gilbert!"

Gilbert ran a hand through his platinum hair, "Yes, I have thought about it, and why are you so quiet 'Tonio?"

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo was leaning against a stone wall. His emerald eyes were locked on the cracked cobble stone beneath their feet. He then looked up at Gilbert with sad eyes, "Look, man, I think this isn't the ri-"

"Yes it is." Gilbert said, cutting the Spaniard off, "Roderich isn't going to steal my girl and just have me brush it off!"

"But killing him? Really?" Francis blurted out.

"We won't necessarily kill him, we'll just burn everything that he ever cared about to the ground. I do hope that we kill him, though." a small smirk could be seen on Gilbert's face in the artificial light.

Antonio straightened his posture and glared at the albino German, "We won't be doing killing anybody. You can do this by yourself, man." Antonio grabbed Francis' wrist and the two started to walk away.

Gilbert watched them in silence for a second before rolling his eyes, "You two are stupid, ja. Remember out little 'deal'?"

Antonio and Francis both tensed and stopped walking. The deal... They stood there in silence for a minute, breathing slowly.

"So you two had better get back over here before something bad happens." Gilbert said in an unamused voice.

The two slowly turned around and hovered back to where Gilbert, who was pretty much their boss, was. Gilbert nodded when they returned and started to rummage through his bag again. He pulled out a jug of gasoline and a pack of matches, "You two know what to do, ja?"

Antonio and Francis nodded slowly and grabbed the items. They made their way closer to the Noble's large mansion. It was beautiful. It stood strong and proud for generations.

"Antonio.." Francis said in a shaky whisper.

Antonio knew what his best friend meant and slowly nodded, "I know.."

Roderich was a respected man that the trio grew up with. Antonio and Francis didn't really know Gilbert back then, but they knew that Gilbert and Roderich were always at each others throats. Roderich was always frowning and had his nose stuck in the air most of the time (even as a kid), but Francis and Antonio considered the Austrian as a friend. The three could sit down and have a nice conversation most of the time (when Francis wasn't being a pervert of course ).

The Spaniard glanced at the gasoline that he was clutching in his hand and sighed. He knew Gilbert was watching them in the shadows and the German was probably getting impatient. Antonio screwed off the cap and stepped directly in front of the house. Francis watched as he dumped the gasoline all over the bushes, front of the house, and on the porch. When Antonio nodded, Francis knew that it was his turn. He took the first match out of the pack and lit it. The two watched as the small flame flew toward a bush and flinched when it burst into flames. Francis lit three more matches, and in under five minutes, the whole front of the house was fire. The once beautiful mansion was unrecognizable.

Francis looked back and saw Gilbert franticly waving them back. He looked back to his Spanish friend and had to snap him out of his daze. Emerald eyes met blue. Those normally shiny, bright orbs looked completely different and it scared Francis. His eyes were dull, and even in the fire light, it looked like they had no reflection.

Francis grabbed Antonio's wrist and the two sprinted back to where Gilbert was. The flashlight was no longer needed because the violent flames lit up the entire property. Gilbert's expression was unreadable as he stared at the flames, "What if Elizaveta was in there.." he said in barely a whisper.

Antonio and Francis exchanged a look. Didn't he think about this stuff? Francis had to back against the wall and keep his hands behind his back to keep him from hitting Gilbert, "I wouldn't think so, Gil. She needs to stay home with her father."

Gilbert nodded, his eyes still locked on the flames. Elizaveta was the girl he loved. The one thing that Gilbert cared about slipped out of his fingers. Francis and Antonio saw the couple a few times and Gilbert looked like a different man. His normally intense, cold glare was nowhere to be seen when he looked at Elizaveta. Things changed, though. After her father got sick, Elizaveta needed to move on with her life. She left Gilbert, and ran into Roderich's arms. The man she truly loved. Gilbert changed after that. He turned dark and cruel, and he never had a real smile on his face. He always wore a mask that made him look like a proud tough man, but Antonio and Francis could see through it. Behind the mask was just sadness.

Gilbert let out a gasp, and the other two looked to where he was glaring at. Roderich managed to escape from his house. He lay on the street and he held something in his arms. Antonio squinted to see what he was holding and made out a tiny body. He was holding a child. Antonio furrowed his brows. He didn't know much about Roderich's private life, but he knew he adopted twins after their grandfather passed away. Twins.

Antonio's eyes went wide, where was the other child? The child in Roderich's arms started to scream a word over and over, "Fratello! Fratello! Fratello!"

Antonio didn't know much Italian, but he recognized the word. Brother. Antonio stared as Roderich sat upon the street and stared at the house. The child in his arms continued to cry and scream. Then Antonio heard more screaming, coming from a different area. With wide eyes, he looked up at a top floor window in the burning house and cursed under his breath. There was the other twin, leaning out of the window with his arms outstretched. He was crying, also screaming for his brother. He then stared to scream for Roderich. The Austrian got up from the ground and stood still, staring at the window. Antonio's heart sped up, don't do it, Roderich. Don't do it..

Roderich shook his head, his face filled with so much emotion, then turned and ran in an alley with the screaming child still in his arms. Gilbert stood and slung his bag over his shoulder, "Our work here is done, boys." he then started walking away, expecting the other two to follow.

Antonio locked eyes with Francis, "Go," Francis whispered, he knew exactly what his friend was thinking, "I'll follow Gil and think of something when he asks where you are. Now go before it's too late, mon cheri!"

Francis kissed the top of Antonio's head quickly, then ran after Gilbert. Without even thinking out a strategy, Antonio sprinted to the back of the house and burst through the back door. Antonio inhaled smoke the second he burst in and he started to cough uncontrollably. He then pulled his shirt over his mouth and nose and looked around the giant smoke filled room with wild eyes, "Hello? Please scream to let me know where you are!"

He then heard weak yelps as the child tried to scream. Antonio barreled through the rooms until he entered a room that was engulfed in flames. He started to choke on more smoke. It was so hot..it felt like his lungs were going to either melt or explode from the amount of smoke in them. A flaming board from the ceiling came crashing down, and Antonio had to dive out of the way to avoid it. His eyes then locked on something, there was somewhat of a path that led to the staircase. Antonio ran, not even caring about the flames that surrounded him. The staircase was hard to see through the thick smoke, and Antonio missed a step and fell face first into a wooden step. He quickly got up, and made it to the top floor.

The child had stopped trying to scream, and Antonio started to panic. His vision was getting blurry as he tried to focus on his new surroundings. He was in a long hall with many doors. Flames were eating away at one end of the hall, and that's where the open door was. The Spaniard ran as fast as he could toward the door, and had to jump over some flames. The edge of his shirt touched the flames, and they started to crawl up his side. Antonio yelped as he felt his flesh getting burnt, and ripped off his shirt before the flames could spread any farther. He didn't even glance back as it burned to ashes on the wood floor, he just continued to make his way to the room.

Antonio entered the room. It was mostly just smoke filled, but he noticed some flames growing in the corner. He felt his heart stop when he saw what was in front on him. There was the child, sprawled on the floor. Antonio rushed over and dropped to his knees, Please don't be dead...

Carefully, Antonio picked up the boy and held him to his chest. The child let out a weak whimper and Antonio felt relief wash over him. He realized that it wasn't over yet, though. He turned to run out of the room, but by that time, then door was blocked by a wall of flames. That's when Antonio saw his life flash before his eyes. He held the child protectively against his chest and backed up against the wall. A cool breeze swept Antonio's cheek and his eyes widened. The window. He limped over to the window and looked outside, studying everything around the window. It was too far of a drop to just jump out. Antonio started to panic again, then he took note of the feeling in his chest. He started to wheeze and cough again. He needed to get out right away.

Antonio then noticed something a few feet below him. There was a tiny roof above the main entrance. The Spaniard knew that was his only way out, so he climbed on the window ledge and aimed his body toward the wooden platform. Antonio then jumped at last minute. Flames started to shoot out of the window he jumped out of a few seconds after he started to soar. His mind kept telling him that he wasn't going to make it over and over. He did, though. He landed on his feet clumsily on the tiny roof and had to shoot out his free arm to keep balance. When he was finally able to stand still, Antonio sat down and hopped off the roof.

His feet met pavement, and he collapsed. He didn't lose consciousness, though. Antonio started to breath in fresh air, causing him to have another coughing fit. The child in his arms started to cough violently too, and by this time he was unconscious. Antonio stared at the stars and wondered, how did they both make it? Why did God let them live after Antonio helped burn down the house?

Antonio's thought were interrupted by footsteps. It sounded like someone was running. He rolled his head over and saw that it was Gilbert running toward the house, with Francis trailing behind him. Was Gilbert here to save him? Or was he here to punish Antonio for disobeying? Antonio didn't know, and he didn't care. All he knew as that he wanted to keep the child safe. So Antonio, with much effort, got up from the pavement and turned his back to his boss. His feet started to act before his mind did, and before he knew it, he was running away from them.

Antonio ignored when he heard them yelling his name, he just continued to run. I will never take orders from Gilbert again. Never. The last thing on the fleeing mans mind was the one thing that lingered in his thoughts daily. The one thing that made the man want to jump off a cliff. The deal. At that point, Antonio didn't care about anything but the tiny boy in his arms. He continued to run, his eyes fixed on only what was ahead of him. Antonio didn't stop running, even when the voices of Francis and Gilbert couldn't be heard anymore and were left far, far behind.

A/N: Thanks a lot if you read through this ^^ Reviews will really be appreciated! I will start working on chapter two really soon :D