Ahem, welcome and thank you reading this story~ This is my first story on this account (I wonder if you guys can guess what my previous account was?) and of course, it's a Hetalia fic. As always.

Now, about the fic:

Title: Madrid

Rating: T [Preferably for older teens because of the mention of blood and non-descriptive gore? Might be M in the future, too]

Genre: Crime/Humor/Romance/Angst/Tragedy

Summary: In the underground society of Madrid, where gangs lurk, the Armada, known as the most dangerous gang in all of Spain, are thrust into adventures that cause many meetings with the Italian Mafia, near experiences with death, Frenchmen, unlocking one's memory, and other dangers. The reason? One Italian boy named Lovino Vargas. AU

Main Characters: Antonio [Spain], Lovino [Romano/S. Italy], Lieve [Belgium], Lars [Netherlands]

Main Pairings: Spamano, NetherlandsxBelgiums, UKUS, Franada, RoChu, LietBel, Germancest, unrequited!GerIta, unrequited!Itacest, past!FrUK, unrequited!SpainxBelgium, Girikey, JapKor, HKxTaiwan, SuFin, DenNor, NorIce, past!Male!HunPru, past!PruAus, past!AusSwitz, EstLat, Past!CanUS...you get the idea, tons of pairings and such. I'm not even sure what couples I'll include in this fic.

Prologue

Four Months Ago

Pain. That was all the boy could feel. Pain, like an agonizing fire, all over his body, making his already trembling fingertips tremble even more violently. Blood was spilling out from the wound in his stomach, staining one of the many alleyways in the city of Madrid, Spain. His breathing was hitched due to the sharp pain he felt in his ribcage whenever he drew a breath, and his heartbeat was irregular. The boy realized with sickening horror that he was dying. And no one would be there to save him. The realization brought tears to his muddy-green eyes, and they spilled down over his cheeks, mixing with his lifeblood on the concrete of the alley.

"Non voglio morire(1)!" The boy whispered to himself, in utter anguish. He couldn't die like this, so pathetically being beaten by Spanish gang members because of what he did. What he did to survive. He couldn't die after all the sins that he committed and without atoning for them. He couldn't die without finding his brother. He didn't want to go to hell, because if he died, he was sure as fuck that he wouldn't be going through those golden doors into heaven.

The gang members laughed to themselves, not understand what the boy had said, and proceeded to kick the boy in his already wounded stomach, making the boy let out a bloodcurdling scream in agony.

"Stop, per favore,(2)" The boy whimpered, but the men paid no mind to their victim's cry of mercy and laughed at the state he was in.

"Es una pena sin embargo. Era tan guapo también.(3)" One gang member said to the other, and they nodded their heads in agreement, chorusing, "Sí!"(4)

The same gang member then drew out his own knife and licked it, all the while looking at the crying boy's face. Bending over, he grabbed the boy's mouth, and brought the knife up to his neck. The others watched, amused, as the boy's eyes grew wide with horror.

The boy shut his eyes tight, the tears flowing more rapidly, as he began to pray feverishly. Dio, ti prego, salvami(5), he thought to himself as he felt the man begin to add pressure on the knife.

"¿Qué demonios estáis haciendo?(6)" A voice rang out.

The boy opened his eyes in surprise as he heard the men drop their weapons on the ground. Looks of absolute horror plasted on each of their faces as they stuttered replies to the voice, trembling with fear.

"Oh, Dios mío, es de la Armada,(7)" One gang member whimpered.

"V-vamos a morir no nos?(8)" Stuttered another.

"Cállate. Realmente no sé si lo que realmente son de la Armada. Además, ¿por qué la mejor banda en Madrid que una mujer con ellos?(9)" Said another calmly, despite the fact that he felt that his legs were going numb. He was obviously the leader.

"What the-?" The boy fell silent as he saw a figure bend over him. A man. But, he wasn't one of the gang members. Was he...the one who had saved him? Through the tears in his eyes and his pain, the boy could see that the man was handsome. Curly dark hair, tan skin, stunning green eyes and features, tall, and well-built. Through the boy's limited vision, he saw two other figures standing behind the handsome man, but he couldn't make out any of their features.

"Boss, what are we going to do with the boy?"

The handsome man turned his head around to face the two figures. "We're going to save him, silly."

"Isn't that dangerous? We don't know anything about him."

"We can't leave him like this, Lars," The handsome man snapped. He then bent down and placed one tanned hand on the boy's face. "What's your name, chico(10)?"

"L-Lovino Vargas." The boy moaned. Because of how in pain he was, Lovino couldn't see the mixture of shock, happiness, and anger cross the man's face. "It hurts, it hurts. It hurts so much."

"Don't worry," The man said soothingly. "Estás a salvo(11)."

"G-grazie(12)." Then, the boy passed out. His body unable to handle the pain any longer.

The handsome man turned to his two subordinates, "Quickly. Lars, get the car. Lieve, tend to Lovino's wounds. I'll deal with these," At this, the man's lip curled up into a snarl, "Damn members of...what gang are they from again, Lieve?"

Lieve shrugged as she helped Lars pick the boy up. "Some wannabe gang that's trying to be the next Armada. A bunch of weaklings, really."

"Oh?" The man smirked now, his fingers edging towards the gun at his hip. "They're trying to impersonate us now are they?"

The gang leader who had spoken calmly before felt his heart stop. His eyes widen in fear. "Dios mío(13)...t-they're a-actually the Armada!" His eyes quickly focused on the boy who was being picked up by the two blonds. "I-Is he a friend of yours? W-We're sorry for what we've done, it's just that—"

"Excuses won't make up for what you've done," The man snarled as he whipped out a gun with a silencer on it. The man's green eyes which were normally full of laughter and happiness were now cold and hard. The eyes of a killer. "You'll pay with your lives."

"W-why? W-we were just having a l-little fun—"

"Because I won't allow anyone to hurt my Lovino ever again." The man replied curtly, his fingers itching towards the trigger. A look of pure anger crossed his face and he gnashed his teeth together, "I swore to myself that." And with that, the man pulled the trigger. Once. Twice. Thrice. Each bullet hitting each of the men in the heart. The man thanked God that such a thing as the silencer was invented, or else the cops would probably be on their way by now, that and the fact that the wannabe gang members were scared shitless that they couldn't even scream if they wanted to.

Lieve looked at Lars, and raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Boss knows the kid?"

Lars shrugged and proceeded to carry the boy to the car (ignoring a sputtering Lieve who indignantly cried out, "Hey! I can help! Hey, shithead! Are you even listening to me?"), laying him gently down on the backseat. Lieve leaned over and bandaged the boy's wounds. She grimaced. Boss wouldn't be happy of the bloodstains on the car. Whatever. She stroked his tear-stained face. Really, the kid was handsome even when coated with blood. Lieve had to admit to herself that even this boy could rival Boss in looks. And, Boss was one damn handsome man. With a pretty fine ass too.

"Boss, let's go!"

"Coming!" The man called out, as he made his way towards the old, black Toyota. (Not before he checked to make sure all the members of the gang were beyond the realm of the living.)

The next morning, the horrified citizens found the alleyway carpeted with layers of blood, the bodies of one of the most wanted gangs in Madrid, and unbeknownst to them, a missing Italian boy.

A/N:

Translations:

(1) I don't want to die! (Italian)

(2) Stop, please (Italian)

(3) It's a shame though. He was so cute, too. (Spanish)

(4) Yes! (Spanish)

(5) God, save me (Italian)

(6) What the hell are you guys doing? (Spanish)

(7) Oh my God, it's the Armada (Spanish)

(8) W-we're going to die aren't we? (Spanish)

(9) Shut up. We don't really know if they actually are the Armada. Besides, why would the best gang in Madrid have a woman with them? (Spanish)

(10) Boy (Spanish)

(11) You're safe. (Spanish)

(12) T-thank you (Italian)

(13) My God (Spanish)

Since I don't speak Spanish fluently or know any Italian to save my life, I used Google Translator. Next chapter, I'll try not to translate this many sentences into Spanish/Italian.

Anyways, I rather do hope that someone (anyone out there really) will enjoy this fic of mine and review. Oh, and Happy New Years to everyone~

-tomatoflavoredpepero (...when you think about it, tomato flavored pepero sounds pretty disgusting but, whatever x] )