-Authors Notes-

I FEEL SO LOVEDDDD! C': *crys pathetically* this is part 1 and is sort of not as action packed as part 2.

Chapter 6: Disorganized Crime Part 1 out of 2

Tino pressed the first button on his ear piece, "Lovino!" He whispered excitedly, "The Carriedo Mafia is closing in, they blocked off all the enterances. Should I shoot?"

Lovino's voice was scratchy and unclear as the wind had picked up and messed with the signal, "Do-buzz-shoot- buzz buzz." Tino nodded, took aim at a certain tall blonde swede and fired.

A gunshot was heard and Berwald hit the pale sand, blood gushing from a gunshot to his upper shoulder. The usually stotic swede, cried out in pain and held his heavily bleeding shoulder. Warm blood soaked his shirt and slowly made its way down his arm and on to the damp sand. Alejandro quickly was by his side and tried to stop the bleeding. Another gunshot rang out and Toris was shot in the lower chest. His breathing became shallow and Alejandro desperately attempted to keep him alive. But it was no use, the lithuanian went limp and blood soaked his shirt. Alejandro began to weep and Berwald closed his eyes in respect.

Antonio wiped furiously at the tears that formed in the corners of his eyes and looked angrily towards the rooftops, a sniper. Well, the Vargas were organized.

Calling to his best friend, he smiled darkly. "Lets take out this sniper~!" He sang, "Gilbert, get your snipe out. And see who the better sniper is."

Gilbert smirked confidently and his vermilion eyes sparkled dangerously, "This boy is going down!" He cried. He rushed towards the van and grabbed his sniper, placing himself on the roof of the car, he began scanning the rooftops.

Lovino heard the gunshot and prayed that Tino wasn't the one who fired. His ear piece buzzed and Arthur's voice was heard, "Poppet, we have a buzz the Carriedo Mafia is buzz the way buzz buzz can't get in."

Lovino barely understood what he was saying but replied, "Try to find another way."

Feliciano looked at him with big brown eyes as he held the bale of marijuana in his hand, "Has the Carriedo Mafia arrived?"

Lovino nodded and looked at his brother, "Remember, if you don't shoot, I won't be so brotherly." He sad flatly as he picked up a bale himself and began loading it into the Fiat Van.

Alfred was holding the now bound and gagged drug dealers at gunpoint and Matthew was helping unload the boat.

Antonio motioned to his Mafia to follow him, as he moved in closer. As more shots were fired, he noticed the sniper had quite a few blind spots. As soon as Antonio noticed these he used them to his advantage. Weaving through the snipe's weakness, his Mafia made their way closer to the docks.

Gilbert scanned the rooftops over and over again and grew increasingly frustrated. No matter how critically he analyzed the roofs, there was no sign of a sniper. He growled in frustration and watched the bullets.

That's when he realized that not only was there a sniper on the roof of the loading dock, but he was good. The barrel of the sniper rifle was aimed at his head.

A bullet rang out, and the german fell limply off the van.

Matthew heard several more gunshots and Lovino grew increasingly worried. He left Matthew in charge and disappeared into the building where on the top, Tino was sniping from.

Matthew and Feliciano quickly loaded the remaining drugs and thats when Alfred screamed, "WATCH OUT!"

Lovino walked through the building and climbed the stairs, he had to check on Tino. He was climbing the stairs when he heard a gunshot fire, again and again and a third time. With panic fueling him, Lovino ran up the stairs to find Yao crying, kneeling besides Tino laying in a pool of blood, a gunshot to the head and the heart.

Gilbert narrowly dodged the bullet and fell off the van in the process. The bullet had grazed his ear, if he had been any slower it would have costed him his life. As he watched the snipe carefully from behind the front of the van, he noticed that the boy was too predictable. At this rate he could shoot him in the skull and heart. Gilbert raised the scope to his eye and counted off, "1...2...3!"

He fired and shot then he shot again. The sniper never stood up. "Kesesesese. Rule one of sniping: always make sure your target is dead, because if not, it will cost you your life."

Alfred pulled out his gun and shot the advancing Russian, the Russian dodged, "STUPID AMERICAN! IAM ON YOUR SIDE!"

"WELL DON'T CREEP FROM THE SIDE LIKE THAT! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW THAT LOOKS LIKE WHEN YOU WALK WITH A GUN TOWARDS US!?"

"DO NOT PATRONIZE ME!"

"Stop fighting! Its bad enough were short on people! We dont need fighting amongst each other!" Matthew yelled, surprising Ivan and Alfred, "Get over your hate and focus! Pick up a bag of cocaine and throw it into the van!"

"Where is everyone?" Feliciano thought aloud

Antonio smiled as the gunshots and bullets no longer came from above them. As predicated, Gilbert won. He looked at his mafia and signaled for Ludwig and his group to raid the left of the unloading building. He did the same for Francis and his group, but they were to raid the right side. As for his group, they went inside the building.

The drugs weren't the main goal anymore. They were all but forgotten. The main focus now was the demise of as much of the Vargas Mafia as possible. Antonio and his group catiously entered the building and held his gun out, he looked at every crevice and every possible hiding place. It was empty. Absolutely empty.

Lovino felt hot salty tears start to prickle at the corners of his golden eyes. He knelt down and held Tino's cold limp hand, "Vivere bene in cielo, Tino." He said quietly. He let go of his hand and placed it on his chest. Tears fell off his face and he began to sob, "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you Tino." He said through sobs as Tino grew colder, "I promised you would be fine, that you would be back safe." He laughed painfully through tears, "I-I guess that makes me a liar." He looked at the small 17 year old. The bright vivid purple eyes would never be seen again. His pale blond hair no longer had the look of pale gold, but instead, it was a mix of crimson red and pink. The only thing that was still present on the small finnish boy was his smile. Lovino smiled sadly as he remembered the boy's bright friendly smile. "You told me to never l-leave you alone up here." Lovino sniffled and let out a choked up sob, "I-I'm so sorry Tino. S-so sorry." He looked at the peaceful figure of Tino one last time, "You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now. Your safe in heaven, Tino." Wiping away tears, Lovino ordered Yao to watch Tino's body and stay low.

As Lovino walked down stairs he stopped and sobbed. He had been holding back for Yao's sake, but now that no one was near him. He broke down. And he cried. He cried for Tino, and he cried for all his members. This was a big mistake and it was all his fault. He wondered who else would be killed in this war. He hiccuped and wiped furiously at his eyes, "You b-bastards will pay. W-who ever did this to T-Tino will pay."

Antonio turned to his group and ordered them to leave. The building was silent and when he was about to leave, he heard sobs. He assumed he was hearing things and continued out the door.

Feliciano looked around. It was unusually quiet and he felt as if he was being watched. Matthew, Alfred and Ivan looked up to the roof, it had been silent for quiet some time and the wondered what happened. A twig snapped and the group turned quickly, only to come face to face with the Carriedo Mafia.

For a moment stillness ensued. The raging waters of the ocean made themselves be heard and crashed violently on the shore. The wind howled mercilessly and the few scattered palm trees swayed precariously.

Then someone fired.

-Authors Notes-

Is stupid that i teared up writing this? ); please follow/favorite/review