Part 2 *~* Chapter 13 *~* Planning Together

"What can we do, Elizabeta?" Feliciana questioned, hugging the pillow closer to her.

The two girls sat on the bed in Feli's room. Elizabeta was staring out the window at the clear night sky with her back to Feli; both of them in night gowns. It had only been a day after Roderich left for Italy that the girls instantly became worried about him and everyone else.

Feliciana weaved a finger around some loose strands of hair and curled them. She whispered, "I want… I really want to see lovi…" Turning around, Elizabeta pulled the younger girl towards her in a hug. "I know, Feli. That's why I've thought of an idea. The Italian looked up in surprise.

"Roddy knows I'm not a sit-down-and-watch-men-work kind of girl. Heck, I use to think I was a man growing up! So I have a plan." The older woman's glint in her eyes made Feliciana scared, and at the same time adventurous.

"What are you thinking of doing?"

Elizabeta smiled and dove into her pocket, taking out two small, rectangular pieces of paper.

Feli gasped. "We're going?"

"Yep! I have a friend who's going to personally fly us over tomorrow. Gave me these tickets so we can bypass security to go on his plane. He says he wants in on rescuing Lovina and he can be our escape if necessary. So pack a few things tonight, cause tomorrow we're heading for Italy."

Feli couldn't believe it. She could see Lovina again! They can rescue Lovina! She buried her head into Elizabeta's shoulder, crying.

Just hang on, Lovina. We're coming for you!

I wanted to kill myself when I first heard the news. I… I would deserve anything lashed out at me. How could I have… how could I protect the one I love if I wasn't even there to begin with?

His words echoed in his head, remembering part of his conversation with Francis on the phone. Antonio was torn beyond belief. When he had come home about a week and a half ago, parts of his house were a complete mess. At first he thought it was just Lovi being clumsy like normal, but once he entered the living room he found the bullet holes along with the broken window. Lovina had been kidnapped. He had rushed to the barn, praying she would be there and instead found his beloved bull dead. And not too far from him was blood. Lovina's blood.

Antonio had cried, because he couldn't even protect the one he loved. Immediately he called the police to investigate and his friends. With the way he was now, it wasn't safe for him to be alone. While making a phone call to Roderich, he had found a knife with a weird but familiar insignia on it near his couch, and after describing it to him Roderich had identified it with the Italian mafia. And Antonio was scared. Lovi's family's past finally got to her and he could only hope she was safe… the blood he found… he couldn't think she was dead! He has to remain positive!

Antonio had called Francis as well as Bella. Bella agreed to look after the livestock and Francis agreed to help him find Lovina, as well as Roderich. And Gilbert too. He had been able to meet up with him several times on his trips, though most of the time they would only spend nothing more than an hour with each other due to Gilbert saying he was on the verge of finally finished what he needed to get done. Gilbert had agreed to come to Italy, mainly because he had finished investigating and said that he was now prepared. While Gilbert's well-being is important to Antonio, finding Lovina was on the top of his list at the moment.

Grabbing a backpack and a tomato, he left his house, heading out to the airport in a taxi; they were all going to meet in Rome. Antonio gave one last look at his house.

"I swear, Lovina. I'll find you and bring you back home… mi amor…"

"Oh! Is that petite Antonio over there I see?" Francis yelled, rushing to his friend's side and giving him a hug.

"Francis! I saw you just a few months ago, mi amigo!" Antonio said, pulling out of the hug. Francis turned and looked around the airport. "When are our other nos amis coming to greet us?"

SMACK!

Francis fell to the ground, rubbing his cheek.

"Uncomposed as ever I see, Francis." Roderich said, hand high in the air from where Francis's face was only a moment before. Francis yelled back angrily at him. "What was that for? Why does everyone pick on big brother Francis?"

Antonio gave a light chuckle while Francis stood back up, brushing off his navy suit. Roderich said, "That is very simple. Remember our last reunion? I was not very happy either when you touched my wife, you idiot."

"Th-that was a long time ago! Pardonnez et oubliez!"

"You moron! Ein Klaps für einen Klaps, as they say then!"

Roderich pushed his glasses back up and readjusted his dark purple coat. Now looking at the two, Antonio noticed how well they were dressed compared to his normal tan (but still good-looking in his opinion) farming outfit.

"Hey, why are you two dressed so fancy?"

The two turned to look at him in disbelief.

"Dear Antonio, Italians dress very well (as so do the French!)." Francis said, showing off his looks. "Quite true." Roderich said. "Though you look a little undressed compared to an Italian, I believe your looks will pass at the very least."

"Oh!" Antonio said, smiling brightly. "Well, thanks! But I'd rather show my Spanish side if I'd have to show one!"

A rough, German voice interrupted their conversation. "Damn right, Antonio!"

The three men turned to their right as the man approached them. White, spikey hair and pale skinned with dark red eyes. He wore a blue German Uniform with black boots and gloves. An Iron Cross hung snugly around his neck. He smirked as the yellow canary on his shoulder gave a chirp.

"Kesese~! You all look dumbstruck! Surprised to see the awesome me?"

Francis and Antonio rushed towards Gilbert, the force making them all fall on the floor laughing. Roderich just sighed at the immature behavior.

"The Bad Touch Trio is back, baby!"

The four men decided to stay at a nearby hotel while they made a plan of how to retrieve Lovina (and to kill whoever killed his parents for Gilbert). Antonio was lying on the couch while Francis and Roderich were drinking tea at the kitchen table. Gilbert was leaning against the counter, playing with his pet bird.

"Say," Antonio began, looking over the couch. "I thought… Ludwig would be joining us? I mean, he was following Gilbert."

Gilbert perked up, hearing his brother's name. The other two shifted uncomfortably. Francis said softly, "None of us has seen the boy. Not since he left."

"What?" Gilbert turned to Roderich, his eyes seriously questioning the Austrian as he started to get mad.

"Roddy, what the hell does he mean that Ludwig was following me?"

Giving a sigh and answering quickly before Gilbert went overboard, Roderich replied "He left about five years ago, apparently looking for you or something! Last I heard he was staying with a friend of yours, but I have no idea, he won't contact us and I didn't recognize the handwriting of the letter. It was in the middle of the night when he left and I only know what Feliciana told me."

"Wait, Feliciana?"

"Romulus's youngest granddaughter. She was apparently there the night Ludwig left. She was highly upset for the next few months."

"So West found a little girlfriend, huh? Ha!" After chuckling for a brief moment, Gilbert got quiet as ran a hand through his spikey hair. "Must've been really important to him to follow me, especially if he left his girlfriend… for me… and I'm guessing it was due to that letter I accidentally sent. Vash yelled at me for calling him brother and I figured I must've mixed letters, but I didn't think Ludwig would react to it like this."

Gilbert walked over to the fridge, grabbing a beer he bought earlier. He pulled the tab and gulped some of it down, giving a satisfactory sigh. He sat down in a chair across from Roderich, drink in hand. "I hope West's alright. I'm such a terrible brother…"

"No, don't say that Gil." Francis said, leaning in on the table, resting his chin on his interlaced hands. "Remember Madeline as a teenager? She was so rebellious! I didn't even know such a side existed!" Gilbert scoffed. "Just because Birdie got tired of your perverted attitude doesn't mean you should get hurt! And she's your cousin!"

"But she was like a sister~ très mignon petite Madeline était!"

Roderich stood up and placed his empty tea cup over by the kitchen sink. "You're all idiots! Shouldn't we be planning how we're going into the mafia headquarters?"

"Kesese, calm down Roddy. It's nice to loosen up for a bit!"

Roderich sighed and walked to the doorway of the bedroom. "I'll be waiting in here. Tell me when you are ready to begin planning." And he left with a swish of his long elegant suit and a shut of the door.

"Man, Roddy sure has a stick up his ass."

"… he has a point."

The Frenchman and German turned to the man hidden behind the couch with his face up and eyes closed. Gilbert asked, "What was that, Toni?"

"You have no idea… what I'm going through. Gil, you have been protecting your borther to the point you took on everything and Ludwig is out there trying to find you. Franny, you half raised Madeline and she has a great respect for you. Me… Lovina… I let her be taken. I didn't stop the men… I'm such a horrible guardian… incluso sensación de que esta… I can't protect her…"

Francis got up and walked over to the couch and sat on the edge closest to Antonio's head.

"Antonio, it's not oblivious to us that you have grown feelings for her." Antonio looked up, his facial expression showing a state of shock. Francis chuckled. "You cannot hide it from moi. I know all of l'amour and I can see it in your eyes and tone of voice. You love her, don't you? Not as a family member, but as a woman, am I right?"

"But…" Antonio covered his eyes with one arm. "But I can't, Franny! I raised her for 6 years! 6 years! I'm not supposed to feel like this at all! She's supposed to be like family to me, not like a… a…"

"A lover, yes, it's odd but not uncommon! And it is okay, Antonio, you aren't related at all and she isn't that much younger from you yourself. If you love her, go for it, mon ami."

"Yeah, Toni." Gilbert said, placing himself on the other end of the couch. "Like with me and Birdie. She's younger than me by 5 years, but we're totally awesome for each other! Just unleash that sexy Spanish side of you and she'll fall for you!"

"But-!"

"No buts!" Francis interrupted. "And from what I remember, she loves you the same way you do. She never once let go of you when you got hurt from that bull of yours, remember? She refused to leave your side. I'm sure that she returns the same feelings you have. And soon enough, we'll have her back, okay?"

Antonio uncovered his eyes, revealing his teary, hopeful face. "Really?"

Gilbert smirked and gave a thumbs up.

"Fuck Yeah!"

Francis wiped Antonio's eyes with a handkerchief he had on him. The Spaniard laughed as he sat up, wiping his eyes with his hands now. "Thank you. Both of you. You guys are the best, best friends in history!" He opened his arms as the other two men complied and gave him a hug back.

After a moment in the embrace, Gilbert yelled out, jumping from the circle. "Oi! Franny! Keep your hands to yourself, damn it!"

Francis only gave a wink in response.

It was now late into the night when the men met at the kitchen table, each occupying a seat. Gilbert spread across the table a few papers and models of a building.

"Alright, so ya gonna need my help if you want in. The place is crawling with fuckin' security, but it's usually weak mafia members. While in Liechtenstein, I met a girl who had acquired some of this information. Apparently their main hideout is in this abandoned gelato building, so we should try there first before attempting any of the other hideouts. The structure of the building is this," Gilbert said, pointing to a blueprint.

"We'll split up. The girl told me that the freezer area near the middle of the building is where most prisoners are held. Good thing is that it's easy access; very straightforward. Bad thing is that that head is only a staircase away, his office right here. So Roddy and me will go in through the small window in the east and take care of the guards there. Franny and Antonio will go through the west. You'll need a grippler hook to the window on that side, but you both are strong in climbing and jumping. There'll be a few ledges, but again you should be fine. We'll meet up in the freezer and take Lovina. I'll make sure the place gets a real show, so once you have Lovina make a beeline for it, got it? And that's it. Simple and sweet."

The other men nodded their heads. Antonio in particular had a dark look on his face... Roderich, on the other hand, crossed his arms and said, "How are we going to protect ourselves, Gilbert?" The albino only smirked and brought out a metal case, revealing an arrangement of guns.

"Got most of these from Vash. I have five more cases, so just pick the one you know best and you're all set. Any more problems?"

The men were silent. "Then tomorrow night we strike. Hell ya!"

*A/N: Uh, hi! Long time no see! School finally caught up with me D: But I'm here now! That's gotta count, right? /dodges the tomatoes being thrown at her

So quite a few things revealed in this chapter. Fem!Canada mentioned! Yeah, it's Prucan. And Liechtenstein as well (she hasn't met Vash yet, which is why there is no connection between the two). Also if you haven't noticed, I updated all of the other chapters and re-edited some of them. It's not necessary to go and read them again, I just added little details and whatnot.

I'll try and post the next chapter within the month. I gotta be better at this -.-;

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia in any way, shape, or form.

Translations: Please correct me if I am wrong.

Spanish:

mi amor - my love

mi amigo - my friend

incluso sensación de que esta - even feeling like this

French:

petite - little

nos amis - our friends

Pardonnez et oubliez - forgive and forget

très mignon petite Madeline était! - so cute little Madeline was!

moi - me

l'amour - love

mon ami - my friend

German:

Ein Klaps für einen Klaps - A smack for a smack

Bruder - Brother