The Mission Begins

No.

Fucking.

Way.

That tomato bastardo from earlier is Spain? He's the 'Red Conquistador' that the bastard mentioned? I even heard of him all the way in Italy. The man who's famous for being one of the most powerful and bloodthirsty Contractors on Earth...is this idiota?

Again...no fucking way.

And those two...the ones who call themselves Prussia and France? No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to keep my façade up around them for more than five minutes. Those bastards are such an annoying bunch of idioti! Prussia keeps rambling on about how awesome he is and France keeps trying to get into my pants; and all in the past twenty minutes of getting here! Damn you, Romulus! I swear...if this doesn't help me find him, I'm going to fucking throttle you...

I let myself become too distracted because I soon feel a hand groping my ass.

"Get away from me, you vino bastard!" I yell, before turning around and kicking him in the side, making him fall over from the blow. Prussia just laughs his head off while the tomato bastardo continues to stare at me from the door, his expression completely blank.

"That was awesome!" Prussia laughs, holding onto his sides, "Not as awesome as me, mind you, but still awesome! For a human, I mean."

I turn my head to give the albino a confused look, 'human'? I smack my forehead with my palm in realization, Romulus forgot to fucking tell them that I was a goddamn Contractor! I'm about to inform him that I was actually a Contractor before he suddenly turns all serious, a dark smile on his face. I feel my face twitch, why do I have a bad feeling about this?

"France...why don't you teach the newbie the 'ropes', ja?" he asks, a mischievous glint in his red eyes. Wait...WHAT?

"My pleasure," he says, whispering in my ear, before quickly turning me around and gently grabbing my face. His lips are dangerously close to mine, his eyes now glowing red.

The same red eyes of a Contractor that's about to use his power; and I have no fucking idea what it is. Unfortunately, I'm about to find out because there isn't anything that I can logically do about it now. He's too close and I can't move my body fast enough to dodge it. Obviously he's not trying to kill me, but I can't believe I let my guard down. Cazzo!

France is suddenly pulled away from me with a shriek, making me topple a bit backwards. Behind him, I see Spain roughly pull France back by his collar, his emerald eyes flashing dangerously.

Despite him not looking directly at me, a shiver runs down my spine from the sheer intensity of those eyes. Is that really the same tomato bastardo?

"Spanien...?"

Spain's eyes widen in confusion at Prussia's voice, immediately letting the vino bastard go. He falls to the floor, coughing violently from the strain, his neck already showing a bruise from where his shirt chocked him.

I turn to see Prussia looking completely shocked at his partner's behavior, and that's when it clicks: why did Spain help me? If he really is a Contractor, he shouldn't care at all about what happens to me. Contractors are rational and amoral beings who, in the end, only care about themselves. We don't have any emotions getting in the way of what needs to be done. He wouldn't have gained anything by helping me, so why-

I don't finish the thought before Spain's hand is suddenly clenched around my throat, lifting me up in the air before slamming my body into the ground. My eyes automatically close from the impact. I can feel my spine break in multiple places before readjusting itself and healing just as quickly. I'm barely able to breath from the pressure of his hand. Damn, the motherfucking bastardo was strong!

I open my eyes to see his narrowing back at me, something not quite right about them underneath that edge. I glare back at the tomato bastardo in defiance, before taking my knee and shoving it right into his chest. Flipping backwards quickly when he let's go, I barely dodge his foot from hitting my face. The bastardo used my last assault to situate his body in a way to fight back. Which means that he actually knew how to fight.

I quickly side step to my left and turn while standing up, using the momentum to kick him with my right leg, only to have him block me with his left forearm before grabbing me with his other hand. He tightens his grip around my calf, stopping my blow in its tracks. I notice the desk right behind me and without a second thought, I jump and twist my body slightly in order to bring up my other leg in a kick towards his shoulder. He moves to block my kick, a smirk on his face. I scowl, that cocky bastardo!

However, he wasn't holding onto my leg anymore, as he moved his arm to block my other kick. He probably thought that there was nothing else I could do. I grin to myself, it's not over yet. Using the force from my last kick, I place my right hand on the desk firmly, twisting my body again. I swiftly move my left leg up higher over his head, dodging his block. At the same time, I move my left hand to help brace myself on the desk. I escape his grasp, landing on both feet. However, I barely straighten up to block his own kick with my forearm. I wince at the impact, cazzo, that hurt!

I look at his face, noticing that same look in his eyes from before. Getting a better look at them, I see how confused and...scared they look. My eyes widen, that's impossible! A Contractor doesn't have emotions getting in the way of his decision making. So why the hell is he looking at me like that?

The shock of what I see distracts me long enough for him to move his leg back down on the floor, before taking his palm and moving it towards my face. His face impassive as emerald eyes now glow a bright red.

But he doesn't ever reach me.

Because suddenly, I see Prussia holding Spain from behind, hooking his arms back with his own, while the vino bastard grabs onto his waist.

"Mon ami! You can't kill him, we need him for the mission! The mission! Remember the mission, Espagne?" France asks, frantically trying to get his point across quickly.

It seemed to have work, because after a long moment, his body becomes somewhat limp and eyes return to its original color. However, his expression remains cold and blank, his eyes looking at me without actually being there. I finally notice that my heart is thumping loudly in my chest. Did I imagine that look in his eyes?

"Can we trust you to control yourself, Spanien?" Prussia asks, though he was tightening his grip on him at the same time. Spain nods calmly, continuing to just stare blankly. Slowly, Prussia lets go of Spain, keeping an eye on him while France does the same. The two quietly look at each other before Prussia turns to me,

"Italy, why don't you wait outside for a second while the awesome me and France talk to Spain really quick, ja?"

I want to protest again about being called Italy, but I'm still in too much shock from what happened, as well as the bastard actually sounding serious for the first time since meeting him. So I simply nod and leave the room, closing the door behind me. My hand remains on the doorknob as I slide down against it until I'm sitting. I hear quiet mumbling from behind the door, but I don't bother to pay any attention. It almost feels like an eternity of me sitting there.

What the fuck just happened?

The door behind me suddenly opens, practically making me fall over. Motherfucker!

Prussia is smirking while laughing at me, before grabbing my arm to pull me off the ground. I twitch while quickly getting over my initial shock, I'm not some fucking brat, damnit! I'm about to scream at him that I can fucking move on my own but he interrupts me.

"Well, congratulations, newbie, you passed!" I stare at him. What was the bastard saying?

"Ja, the awesome me wanted to know what would happen if you and Spain fought and now we know! I wanted him to attack you when you least suspected it in order to see if you really live up to the name, 'Lucifer'" he explains, continuing to smirk at me.

"Stop calling me after the motherfucking devil, damnit!" I yell.

Prussia just waves me off though, cackling like a fucking idiota. A strong urge to punch that stupid grin of his face almost overtakes me. However, the urge subsides when I notice a movement and see France and Spain behind him. Spain was leaning back on the desk, the blank look still on his face while France has an arm around his shoulder, watching him nervously. He seems to be asking him something but I can't hear what he's saying, and Spain doesn't seem to be responding.

France actually looks worried...almost like he cared. That was the thing about Contractors, we've had to hide with humans around for so long that we sometimes forget that we can't feel anything. Though, only when we do a job do we not bother with it. It has to be an act...so why-

"Anyway!" the albino says loudly, catching my attention again. Damn, I'm getting distracted a lot today! "I hope he didn't scare you off, it's so easy with you humans!" My face twitches again. I seem to have developed a facial twitch from this idiota.

"Like I would be scared of the tomato bastardo!" I seethe, "Besides, I'm a Contractor, idiota! I wouldn't die so easily, 'Red Conquistador' or not!"

Prussia's eyes widen in pure shock, while I notice the other two quickly turning their heads in my direction. Fucking hell! Is it really that motherfucking hard to believe?

"You're a Contractor?" Prussia asks slowly, almost assessing me as if to see if I'm lying.

"Yes, I'm a fucking Contractor. Are you deaf?" I ask, rolling my eyes.

"What's your power?" he asks, a serious expression on his face.

"Wouldn't you like to know," I respond, smirking. He's about to say something but I cut him off, "Just know that I can fucking take care of myself."

He looks likes he's about to demand it from me, before I see a hand on his shoulder. I look up and see Spain giving Prussia an odd look that I can't identify. Whatever it was, it makes Prussia growl angrily before turning around and heading back to his desk.

"Like the awesome me gives a fuck on what your power is. Just don't fuck up the mission, kid," he says. I stiffen, what did that bastard just call me?

"Take this," he orders, glaring and throwing something at me. I instinctively catch the small object with ease. Looking down in my hand, I see a plain black flash drive, "That has all the information that you'll require for the mission, such as the building's layout, the staff, etc. As well as what you'll be hacking for and the type of system it is. Learn it by Friday and get a nice suit. You'll get the rest of your equipment later. Got all that, kid?"

I glower in return, fucking bastard! Unfortunately, he's somewhat serious and those were my orders...and I have to follow what he says if it involves the mission. Still, there's no way in Hell that I'm going to follow them quietly.

"Yeah, I fucking got it," I respond coldly, saluting the bastard with my middle finger before turning around and abruptly leaving the office.

"Is he really a Contractor, La Prusse?"

I barely hear it as I leave, and as I head further down the hallway, I don't hear anything else. I head into the elevator, ignoring a 'have a good day' as I go. I snort, yeah, some great motherfucking day its been. My first day and I have to deal with two fucking idioti and some kind of hormonal tomato bastardo! I basically punch the touch screen with the button leading to the ground floor, I just want to go home, damnit!

Friday night before the scheduled time to meet...

The mission was simple enough; as in nothing I couldn't do. France wasn't on the best terms with the family so it would be too suspicious if he got involved, and from what Prussia told me, he couldn't do it because the head of the family was dating an old acquaintance of his. And apparently Spain's 'expertise' didn't involve reconnoissance, so that's where I come in. They would just be helping me behind the scenes until the proper time came. Meanwhile, I needed to integrate myself in the household staff, and gain the family's complete trust. I had two weeks until the three idioti would come and distract them, giving me the time I needed to copy the file. They would never even know that their file was hacked due to the distraction. At the same time, I was ordered to place a special virus of mine into the terminal. If anyone tried to access the file again, it would destroy the original file as well as anything else that was connected to it. Since the terminal could only be accessed manually, it was practically an open portal to the rest of their information network. Everything would be destroyed completely, giving the Union an edge over their rivals. It will kill two fucked birds with one stone.

After I'm done, I'll simply quit my job. With my façade, it won't seem too unnatural for me due to being 'too scared for my life' because of the attack. Besides, others were bound to do the same if the idioti did their jobs right.

I sigh and look at the stars from on top of my apartment complex's roof. I have another hour to kill until they wanted to meet with me, in order to give me the rest of my equipment such as my communicator. I fucking hate to admit it, but despite them all being idioti, they did know what they were doing. Not like I would ever admit it to them though!

I see another star fall from the heavens. My mind starts wandering off to thoughts about Spain. I haven't seen him at all in the past week other than my first encounter, despite being next door neighbors. For some reason, that look in his eyes keeps bothering me. I roughly move a hand through my hair, consciously ignoring my curl. Damn idiota invading my thoughts! It's all his fault!

"You probably already know that the real stars aren't there anymore, ever since Contractors came to be ten years ago. But did you know that the stars are now Contractors instead?" My head abruptly turns around to see Spain about five feet away, looking up at the stars. I don't know what to say so I remain silent.

"The sky is ours...when a Contractor is born, so is a star," he continues, "And every time a star falls, a Contractor, somewhere in the world, is taking their last breath..."

His eyes then suddenly fall on me, and my heart feels like it skips a beat. His eyes...

Why is he looking at me like that?

Slowly, he comes over and sits next to me before staring back up at the night sky.

"Prussia wanted me to give you a ride to the place. You don't own a car and since we're neighbors, it won't look too suspicious if we're together," he states simply. I nod in response, I don't know what to say to him. I wasn't bothered at all by the fact that he tried to kill me, he is a Contractor after all. But the question I keep asking myself is: why?

"Don't worry, I won't try to kill you again," he says, as though reading my mind. He continues to stare at the stars. I roll my eyes.

"Like I would be worried about that, bastardo!" I retort before adding, "I'd also like to see you fucking try!" Who did this motherfucker think he is? He looks back at me, smiling widely.

"Don't tempt me," he jokes, laughing. Though there was something off about it, I decide to just ignore it.

"It would jeopardize the entire mission if you actually succeeded in killing me. So it wouldn't be rational if you did," I state matter-of-factly.

"You're right, it wouldn't be but..." he says, his sentence trailing off. I wait to see if he'll finish but he never does. We sit in silence for a bit.

"France's power puts you in a trance-like state where it makes you reveal any secret, whether it's deep in your subconscious or not, just by kissing someone on the lips. However, you black out and can't remember anything in the past day or so," he says suddenly. I raise an eyebrow at him at the random statement.

"Why the fuck would he try to do that to me?" I ask.

"Because he wanted to use his Obeisance with you," he says simply while shrugging, as if that explained everything.

"His what?" I ask, still confused.

"His Obeisance," he states again. Ok, now I was starting to get pissed.

"What the fuck is 'Obeisance'? And what the hell does that have to do with me?" I ask. Spain just rapidly blinks his eyes at me, looking really confused.

"You're a Contractor, ¿si? So you already know what I'm talking about because you have one too," he says, continuing to look at me with a confused expression.

"Have what?" I ask, exasperated. This was getting really fucking old. He's about to respond, with what I'm guessing to be something pointless, when I cut him off.

"I mean, what the fuck is 'Obeisance'? Because I don't think I have whatever you're talking about," I respond. His eyes widen in realization. Took him long enough.

"You mean...you don't have an Obeisance to preform after you use your powers?" he whispers, more to himself than me. I don't respond, waiting for him to explain. After a moment, he sighs and continues.

"Obeisance, or Contract, is what a Contractor must do in order to use their powers. It's inevitable and it varies from Contractor to Contractor," he answers, looking back up at the stars. A thought crosses my mind, connecting the new information from what he said earlier.

"So...what is France's Obeisance?" I ask apprehensively. He turns in order to give me a meaningful look.

"I believe France calls it 'making love'," he tells me, carefully watching my expression. It takes awhile for my brain to comprehend what he just said.

The vino bastard was planning on...

I almost scream in horror but a hand makes its way to cover my mouth, making me blush. Why is it that I blush whenever he touches me? Goddamnit!

"Remember, you have an act to keep up, so don't be too loud," he explains softly, slowly taking his hand away when he figures that I would comply.

I listen to him for once and remain quiet, though I'm seething in the inside. I am going to kill that motherfucker if it's the last thing I do!

"And don't kill France, por favor. Believe it or not, he's vital to our missions. Just be careful around him," Spain says, reading my thoughts again. How the hell does he keep doing that?

Another moment passes before Spain stands up and stretches.

"Well, I guess we should be heading out then," Spain says, looking down at me and smiling.

I don't say anything as I'm about to get up, however I see a hand near my face and I look up to see Spain offer me his hand. Without a second thought, I take it, allowing him to help me up.

"Shall we, querido?" he asks, offering me his other arm. I twitch and forcibly shove his arm away from me, that fucking tomato bastardo!

"I'm not a motherfucking girl, idiota!" I bristle, before stomping away in a very manly manner. I hear his laughter behind me as I climb down the ladder so that I can get on the ground floor of the apartments. I'm safely on the ground before I hear the bastardo doing the same.

"You would look so cute in a dress though!~" he sings, landing on the ground after me. He then turns around to give me a wide grin. My face heats up, what the fuck! I swear...if I didn't have to meet those idioti, I would castrate him!

"Shut up and just get your car so we can go already," I say, trying my hardest not to blush and to calm down. Needless to say, neither was working.

"Car?" he asks, sounding genuinely confused.

"Yes, a motherfucking car! How else are we gonna get there, bastardo?" I ask, repeating the phrase over and over in my head: don't kill him, don't kill him, don't kill him...

"Oh!" he says, laughing, "I don't have a car, silly!" I turn my head to stare at him. I'm about to ask him how else we would fucking get there but he interrupts me.

"I have a motorcycle!" he exclaims in that fake happy tone of his. Wait, but that means that I'd have to...

"There is no fucking way that I'm riding a motorcycle with you, tomato bastardo!" I declare, folding my arms across my chest. There was no way that I would be doing that unless Hell freezes over.

"But Angelo, you're going to be late~" he whines, while...pouting? Is he seriously pouting? What the fuck!

Unfortunately, he's right...this is a mission that we're on. I groan while my face heats up in full force at the thought. Apparently Hell just froze over...I just knew that this mission was going to be a motherfucking pain.

"Fine. But that means I need to go change into my suit before we go. Fucking shit..." I mumble before heading off to my apartment to change. When I'm done, I meet Spain outside my apartment as we head over to his garage door that's marked ten. When we're inside, he grabs two black helmets from his table and hands one to me before putting his own on his head. I sigh and do the same. He goes on the motorcycle and starts it, before turning around and patting the seat behind him.

Fuck my life.

Thankfully, he can't see my blush anymore due to the helmet, as I sit on the seat behind him. Before I can decide on what I should do with my hands, he takes one in each hand and wraps them around his waist securely. I didn't think my face could get any warmer, but apparently tonight is the night that God decided that I should be proven wrong.

He then quickly leaves the apartment complex after making sure the garage door closes behind us, heading towards the city. After twenty minutes or so, we arrive at our first destination, a restaurant on the upper East side. Spain stops to let me off, grabbing my helmet from me in order to firmly strap in on the back so it wouldn't fall off. I'm about to go in but he grabs my hand almost tenderly. That thought makes me turn around, only to be staring at my own reflection due to his helmet's face shield.

"Good luck, querido," he whispers, so softly that I'm not sure if I hear it correctly. I snatch my hand back, blushing.

"Yeah, yeah. Tomato bastardo..." I grumble, making myself not watch him while he drives away. When I enter, I notice France sitting at the bar with a glass of wine, with Prussia working as a bartender. I go over and ignore France while I order a Bulleit Neat from the bastard. I feel France put his arm around my waist, as well as barely feeling him place a small package in my suit's side pocket. Using my façade, I pretend to be timid and carefully move away from the vino bastard politely. Telling him that I was only there to calm my nerves. When Prussia gives me my shot, I take it and drink it, before kindly giving France the excuse that I had to go to work. He lets go with a whine before trying to chat up Prussia. I stop myself from rolling my eyes, I honestly can't tell if that fucker was faking or not.

I give Prussia a small tip before heading out of the restaurant and towards my main destination, pulling out the small package from my pocket. I open it to reveal the required pair of white gloves that held a small, special, communicator that I wouldn't need until later. It looked like a simple bluetooth so it wouldn't cause any suspicion if they saw me with it.

I throw away the package wrapper in a trash can before putting on the gloves. I walk into the servant's entrance to the building of my main destination and see security guards all over the place. One of them calls me over for security reasons. They use a metal detector on me, where it beeps at my left pocket. Asking me to pull whatever is in it out, I show them an innocent looking phone and 'bluetooth'.

I am then escorted to an elevator where there is another security guard inside, before he takes me up to the penthouse floor. Security really is tight in here. I smile to myself, this should be interesting.

We're walking out of the elevator and into the giant kitchen where the rest of the butlers were. After the rundown of what was to be served and how, they gave us our platters as well as the food. We then all walk out of the kitchen together, while I carefully balance my metal platter. I am about to grab a bowl to give it to one of the stuck-up rich bitches, when I see the clumsy ass of a butler next to me, trip. Though he's able to not fall flat on his face, his platter with the food is out of his grasp. Without a second thought, I easily catch the platter in a way that keeps everything on top in nearly perfect order. The idiota just stares at me, his face bright red in embarrassment with his mouth open while I make myself bashfully laugh.

Though this place is making me recall what murderous intent feels like.

"How t-the...h-how did y-you..." he stutters, the whole dining room silent. I stand up straight and gently smile at him.

"What can I say...I'm one hell of a butler. Besides...what kind of butler would I be if I can't do this one simple thing for the Edelstein family," I say as I continue to smile at him.

Nobody says anything, probably due to the shock of what happened. Though the Union helped me with getting the job interview that I was in right now, I went ahead and made myself a fake recommendation from a famous butler agency in Europe while I got France to pretend to be one of their representatives. They are well known for having the best and most trusted butlers in the world so, although it may seem a bit weird that I could do this, they won't question it. They'll just assume that I'm just really good at what I do. I mentally smirk to myself, it looks like I've already gotten the job for being one of the new butlers for Roderich Edelstein.

Stealing S.I.L.E.S.I.A. will be a fucking easy.


A/N: Please don't kill me about the Spain V.S. Romano scene! It should make more sense later on (if it doesn't already) as to why Spain attacked Romano. Romano explained the first half of it anyway. I'm gonna see if you guys can figure out the rest (I hope you don't hate me even more for that lol). A heads up: the next chapter will be through Romano's POV, not Spain's.

'Fun' Fact: Bulliet Neat is supposedly just a straight shot of bourbon without any ice. It's supposedly a 'very manly' drink lol.

I also wonder if people will notice the other references other than the obvious one (hint, hint!)

Oh, and I can't believe it but I completely forgot to thank Lawn Kat for proofreading this chapter and my last one. She's agreed to be my Beta from now on too. Thank you so very much! I really appreciate it!

Thank you for reading and review, por favor!~

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