Warning: OC! mentions

"Would you like some more coffee, sir?" "No gracias, I'm good." He flashed one of his trade mark smiles and watched how the waitress blushed. He sighed deeply when the girl had disappeared. He should have asked for more coffee, he sure as hell would need it. But he had declined like the little masochist he is. He had to focus.

Stretching his fingers, memories of last month started to flood into his mind again. He could still feel the blood dripping down from his hands. "Who's your king?! Who's your motherfucking king?!" "Y-y-you sir, you." "That's fucking right, puta. And what do you not do the king?!" "Try *gulp* try to fool him..." "Sí and still you did it. You're one stupid fucker, aren't you?" "Yes, yes sir I am." "Shame because I don't work with stupid fuckers." He raised his fist, the metals glimmering in the sunshine. The screams of pain filled the empty parking lot.

Antonio rested his head into his hands. That was a situation they could have so easily avoided. Why did all of his people have to be so stupid? God probably just wanted to punish him for not following the Catholic morals correctly.

"Hola boss, qué tal?" "What do you want Miguel (Peru)?" Antonio hissed at the phone. "Hahaha that good?" "Cut the shit talk. Why are you calling me?" There was nervous laughing on the other side of the phone. Antonio knew right away that something was wrong. "You see, boss, we got a little… misunderstanding with Yao." "What kind of misunderstanding?" "Well money things, but that's not why we called you…" "Then why did you call me?" Antonio's voice had dropped down to extremely dark. The voice on the other side of the call hesitated for a while. "Well remember the dealer punk you beat up couple days ago?" "Sí" "Well he was Yao's cousin and when he-" "Cut the crap Miguel." "Boss, Yao is dead."

"Dead?! What do you mean dead?" Antonio's voice rose too much and the person sleeping next to him started to stir awake. "Dead boss. Like gone, God called, muerto- You have company there boss? Sweet." "That's the fucking way to do it!" Someone else screamed in the background. "Cajate!" Antonio hissed while he quickly changed location from the bedroom to kitchen. Fucking hell, why did these morons have to call today of all days.

The laughter on the other side subdued. "Boss, what are we supposed to do now?" Antonio wanted to scream that he didn't fucking know. That this was so bad, that he had to run away. "You… you guys just have to wait. Continue everything normally. Nothing ever happened, or at least nothing that we know about." "Got it, boss" "And you make sure that no one was there to witness this… misunderstanding?" "Hahaha don't worry, the chicas are on it. They're gonna go sell couple of Columbian neckties." Antonio just hummed. If the girls were on it he had nothing to worry. Catalina (Columbia) and María (Venezuela) always made sure things were done like they were supposed to, not like the punk ass kids on the phone who couldn't handle even tiny little missions.

"Tonio?" A voice called from the bedroom. A laugh was ringing in his ear from the side of the call again. "Maybe we should end this call. You know if you want to continue the fun, aye boss?" "You better do your job properly." was Antonio's last command before he hung up the call.

"Who was it?" "No one you have to worry your pretty little head over." "Mmmm well in that case would you come back to the bed?" Antonio smirked. "Anything you want mi amor."

The coffee he had left had turned cold long ago.Why couldn't coffee be his biggest problem? He wished he was kid again working in his uncle's tomato farm. Back then everything was good. He had the best summer back there. Shame his big brother had different experiences. Who knew that the same hands that ruffled his hair with a happy smile pulled his brothers hair with a smirk? After that they didn't visit uncle anymore. But everything was already messed up. And oh god how Antonio tried to help, but they were poor and his brother was too angry at the world. Drugs just came into his life. There was no knocking on the door, just their mum hanging from a rope in the kitchen one morning. On that evening the drugs came and they stayed. But he didn't use them. He just watched. He took (stole) his brothers business. Made his own empire.

And now he was here drinking cold coffee. But it was his own fault. He broke all rules he made. It had started so good. He didn't make close relationships with anyone, he made his brother hate him, made everyone leave him. A criminal was immortal when there was nothing he could be threaten with. When he didn't have any loved ones and when didn't care about his life, when it was just business. But then that goddamn vixen showed up.

Antonio checked the clock for the millionth time. The hand was going back and forth. He was going to lose it soon. This was the most stupid plan he had ever come up with. But he had become vulnerable so if this was needed for his, their, protection he would do it.

This was why criminals never fall in love, it just messes up the business.

So that was Antonio's part. Hope you liked this. The Christmas holiday started today, so now I have more time to write again.

I had this head canon where Antonio thinks that all the girl nations from his colonies were the perfect once who never did anything bad, but all the boys were just little monsters.

I would like to give credit to the Latin Hetalia community which oc's I used. You should check them out, they have these amazing oc's for the whole South and Middle America (I'm in love with the designs of Brazil and Peru).