Second chap and I feel it sucks. Whoo~ Hetalia doesn't belong to me.

Gilbert Beilschmidt growled in frustration. There was someone else who was targeting HIS target. Lovino Vargas was his target and not someone else's. How did he know someone else was after Lovino? Well there was a couple things, number one being that because he was so awesome at his job, he noticed that Lovino was starting to lose more of his men and Gilbert wasn't the one that was killing them.

Number two being that he saw Lovino going out more and more by himself. BY HIMSELF. Meaning that he either ran out men or didn't want to put his men at risk…okay so these reasons really didn't prove that someone else was targeting Lovino but whatever. They were reasons to him.

He growled again as he focused his binoculars more clearly so he could see where Lovino went. He sighed as he saw Lovino flirting with the waitresses at the café he was at. That Italian was such a womanizer.

Lovino smirked inwardly as he felt eyes clearly on him and they weren't the people in the café either. Lovino took a bite of the pastry he bought as he thought back of the plan he made earlier. He blushed. Gilbert Beilschmidt was starting to kill most of his men so he had no choice but to ask The Armada for help.

He blushed at the meeting with The Armada's Boss.

EARLIER THAT WEEK

Lovino quickly made sure that his men had surrounded the area before he walked into The Armada's hideout which was just a Spanish Night Club. He made his way through the crowd of people quickly and arrived at the door where the Boss was. The bodyguard looked at him and then nodded, letting the smaller Italian inside.

Once Lovino was inside he frowned. He forgotten how this place was fucking maze. He got lost about a couple times before he made it to the Boss' door. He knocked loudly.

"Dammit old man! Let me the fuck in dammit!" He yelled banging on the door. Going through that maze was fucking tiring and made him hungry.

The door opened and Lovino pushed the door open all the way before marching right at the table where the Armada Boss looked at him happily. Before he could speak, Lovino quickly interrupted.

"I didn't want to ever come to ask you any favors but my men are fucking dying and I can't find the damn bastard who's killing them. " Lovino said, face going red.

The Armada boss looked at him carefully, his smile of joy being quickly replaced with a frown. "There's a hit on you Lovi?" He asked carefully, standing up from his chair. Lovino nodded, looking at the Spanish man. "Well then. Of course I'll help you kill the man who's trying to kill you my dear son!"

The Spanish man quickly brought Lovino into a hug which Lovino really didn't want to return but did anyway. His mother would have been disappointed if he hadn't. "It's so nice to see you again Lovi! You never visit any more!"

Lovino squirmed under his father's hug. "The reason is obvious Antonio." Lovino replied using his father's name.

Antonio let his son go and looked at him. "You've grown up so much Lovi!"Antonio wiped a tear from his eye."I can't believe it! You've grown into such a handsome young man!" He tried grabbing Lovino again but the Italian quickly dodged it.

"Antonio! Stop it you pedo!" Lovino screeched, blushing madly."I'm here on important business! Not for a reunion!" Lovino looked away. "Anyway, it's not a reunion without mama being here…"

Antonio looked at his son and then sat down. "Lovino. One day Bella will come back to us." His cheerful expression turned serious. "But at the moment my concern is with you. I love you so I don't want my only son to die. Not while I live."

Lovino blushed and sat down on the chair in front of the desk. "O-okay so do you have a plan Antonio?"

Antonio nodded slightly. "Maybe…but my plans always fail so we might have to improvise." Lovino looked at his father jaw slacked. He didn't know if this was a good idea.

PRESENT

Lovino sipped his cappuccino as he waited for the signal. Antonio sent his men all over the area where Lovino was currently at. Of course any normal person wouldn't notice them since they were all in disguise.

He looked at his watch then made eye contact with the waiter. She smiled at him winking. The signal was here. He stood up and left money on the table then swiftly left.

Gilbert stood up as well. Lovino was on the move meaning he had to go. Before he could turn though, he felt a knife at his throat. He stood still and smirked.

"Well hallo there." Gilbert greeted. "May I ask who has my life in their hands?" His life holder let out a chuckle.

"Hola amigo." Gilbert smirked wider when he heard the Spanish. There was only one family he knew of that spoke Spanish in Italy. "Antonio Fernandez Carriedo at your service mi amigo."

"Gilbert Beilschmidt." He introduced. "It's an honor to meet the man who's Bella De Smet Husband."

Antonio growled and put the blade closer to the German's throat. "Bella Carriedo bastard."The blade drew blood. "Now in the hell do you know my wife?"

Gilbert laughed loudly, which made Antonio's blood boil. "How do you think I know your wife?" He replied swiftly kicking Antonio making the Spanish man loose his grip and knock him down. Before he could recover, Gilbert had a barrel to his face. Antonio glowered at the albino. Gilbert laughed again.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to kill you or your wife. Be assured that nothing bad has happened to her." Gilbert put a foot on the Spanish man's chest. "She just became a mother for someone else."

Antonio looked at with him with hate. Gilbert put away the gun back into his secret pocket. "Goodbye comrade!" Gilbert said smiling and took his foot off the Spanish man's chest and left.

Antonio looked at the door which Gilbert left through and cursed in Spanish.

BACK AT LOVINO'S HIDEOUT

Antonio and some of his men burst through Lovino's office door, the men staying at the door to give the bosses their privacy.

Lovino looked at his enraged father curiously. "What it is? Did he get away?" He asked sitting up straighter. Antonio stood at the front of his son's desk, pulling at his tie.

"I'm relocating you somewhere else Lovino."He said looking at his son. Lovino looked at him slack jawed. "It isn't safe here anymore."

Lovino stood up as well, irritated. "I'LL decide if I want to move somewhere else dammit! I'll teach that bastard-"

Antonio looked at Lovino with such a serious expression that Lovino stopped talking. "Lovino. Please. I don't want to lose you as well." Antonio gave Lovino a small smile. "Papa will fix this alright?"

Lovino grit his teeth and nodded in defeat. "Fine dammit." He looked at his desk and then back at Antonio. "Where to?"

Antonio smiled. "Thailand." With all seriousness. Lovino looked at his father with a poker face. "I'm just joking! It's Russia you're going to Russia!"

"No." Antonio nodded. "Why there of all places?" Antonio frowned.

"Well why not? I have a friend who offered to take you in." He smiled. "It's either him or Francis my cute tomato!"

Lovino grimaced and slumped into his chair. "Those choices SUCK." Antonio looked at his son and thought some more.

"I could pull in a favor….to a nicer place I suppose…" Antonio thought aloud. Lovino perked up. "If America is nice, I could pull a couple strings…?"

So is he going to America. who the hell knows? I sure don't. If you have any suggestions for this fic please tell me.