[Fics] Look out look at look at me
Title: Look out look at look at me
Author/Artist: subakai
Prompt: AU where America accidentally gets himself involved with the
mafia when his father, who has borrowed a nice sum from them,
cannot pay them back and so gives him his son, America, to work off
his debts. There, America meets S.Italy whom America finds himself
fancying though S.Italy seems less than tolerant of his stupidity and
potato-eating habits.
Pairings: Alfred/Lovino
Rating/Warnings: Mentions of violence, sex, drugs, Mafia stuff. Francis...
Summary: Lovino and Alfred are sent on a job to rough up some competition. They get distracted.
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It really shouldn’t be this hard, Lovino mused. He crossed his arms and glared at the stupid man before him.
“Dude, you’ve got to try one of these,” Alfred muttered through a mouthful of burger. Lovino scowled and turned his head away, looking right at their targets. Alfred laughed obnoxiously and went back to devouring his stupid burger and shoving more damn stupid French fries into his stupid big mouth. Lovino watched their targets, two men who sat a couple of tables away from them. One of them was dressed absurdly formally; a soft lilac button up shirt, sleeves rolled up, and white pants and waistcoat while the other was dressed in a ripped up black shirt and matching ripped up jeans.
“They both look fucking stupid,” Lovino muttered as he turned his glare away from them back to his ‘partner’. It was more like the brat he was assigned to babysit. Alfred looked up at him in surprise, bit into the last of his third burger and made a stupid questioning noise. Lovino scrunched his nose at the drop of grease that dripped out of it, “If we weren’t suppose to stay inconspicuous, I’d smash your fucking face into the plate ass. I was talking about Francis and Gilbert, the fuckers.”
“The guys we’re suppose to rough up?”
Lovino glared and looked around quickly, making sure no one heard them before kicking Alfred’s knee under the table, hissing, “Shut the fuck up asshole, you’re going to give us away.”
Alfred winced and whined as he put down his burger and leaned down to rub his knee, “Aw, don’t be so mean to me babe~.”
Lovino scowled and turned back to keep an eye on Francis and Gilbert, fighting down the blush he felt begin to paint his cheeks. Out of the corner of his eye he watched Alfred’s smile grow wider, stupid blue eyes flickering between the two men they were keeping an eye on and Lovino, and once down to his almost finished hamburger and fries.
Francis was chuckling to whatever Gilbert was talking about, grinning enthusiastically and cackling as he gestured wildly with his hands, most likely exaggerating whatever story he was telling. Francis leaned his chin against his hand, blue eyes closing as he smiled and probably was thinking they were home free. Gilbert was leering at him suggestively with is blood red eyes and reached up to tousle his nearly white hair as he licked his lower lip and waggled his eyebrows. Francis smirked and-Lovino cursed and kicked the foot that was slowly moving up his leg. Alfred let out a little whine and continued doing it despite each kick Lovino retaliated with, each one harder than the last.
“Fucking-stop that!” He turned back to glare darkly at Alfred and the stupid man had the balls to just smile at him, as if he were innocent! As Lovino opened his mouth to rip Alfred a new one and why he should not be molesting his superior under the table, he noticed Gilbert and Francis stand and throw some money down on the table to pay for the drinks the ordered. Lovino cursed and turned to look for a waitress and then tried to get her attention for their bill. Alfred finally seemed to catch on and waved over some lovely girl that Lovino instantly put his Italian charm to use. She left and came back smiling shyly at the American and Italian and Alfred left her a good tip.
They took their time waiting for them to leave and a couple of minutes afterwards, went after them. They were careful to make sure that the two men were not catching on to the fact that they were being followed.
“Do you think they’d even notice if we walked right behind them?” Alfred asked as he made a face and watched Frances brush his hand against Gilbert’s ass and, Alfred blushed, pressed his middle finger into the middle seam of the jeans. Lovino rolled his eyes and ignored they way his cross suddenly felt heavier against his chest and cursed the slight heat that was curling in the bottom of his stomach as he looked into Alfred’s surprised and blushing face. Fucking idiot was just playing footsie with him under the table a while ago and he was blushing over this? Idiot, Lovino scoffed in his mind.
“And, hey, wh-what exactly are we going to do? We’re not going to, ya know, shoot them are we?” Alfred paused and looked at Lovino questioningly, biting his lip as he unconsciously looked down to Lovino's left side, where he kept his gun, and his own hand hovered over his own hidden weapon. Lovino’s eyebrows furrowed as he kept staring ahead, holding out a hand to stop him as the two they followed stopped as well, Francis having brought them to a halt to examine a clothing shops display window.
“If they cooperate, probably not,” he wasn’t going to lie and shelter the boy. He was neck deep in the Cosa Nostra and the sooner he accepted it, accepted that he would have to let go of the stupid ‘hero’ view point of his and let go of his police background, the sooner the more useful he’d be to Lovino and the Vargas’. Alfred’s cheery blue eyes darkened and he looked down, lower lip abused by his teeth and damn it all if that dejected look made Lovino want to just... “Damn it!”
He cast a quick look at the shop and Francis who was all but pawing at an outfit on a mannequin and Gilbert who was loudly complaining. When they both went in, he made up his mind and grabbed Alfred tightly by his bicep and dragged him along. The boy was confused and even though he was physically stronger than Lovino-Just barely!-he let Lovino drag him along. Across the street from the shop there was a bakery and an alley next to it. It’d be perfect to do what he was planning to and keep an eye on the bastards in case they came out soon.
When Lovino met the stupid boy, he’d been beyond angry Antonio had been taken away as his partner and replaced with such a stupid being that he’d have to train from scratch, and had been a policeman to boot! But nearly a year of frustrating partnership, the stupid man had managed to endear himself to Lovino, until one night, after a couple of drinks, he'd kissed the annoying blond. It had evolved from there into something like fuck buddies, then into something else, something that was nearly love…
“”H-hey! Hey! We’re gonna do it here?” Alfred’s voice sounded scandalized as Lovino pushed him against the wall, shielded by shadow and a half-wall. Lovino smirked and leaned his body into Alfred’s and with his tongue coaxed Alfred’s teeth off his lower lip, and replaced them with is own. Alfred’s moan made Lovino shiver and kiss him harder. When he leaned back he smirked up at a panting Alfred and let go. Alfred pouted; probably disappointed he was not going to get anymore and pointed across the street.
Lovino grinned and thought of a perfect way to free himself from the stress. They were going to do their job… and get those two out of the drug ring that was infringing on Vargas territory.
Author/Artist: subakai
Prompt: AU where America accidentally gets himself involved with the
mafia when his father, who has borrowed a nice sum from them,
cannot pay them back and so gives him his son, America, to work off
his debts. There, America meets S.Italy whom America finds himself
fancying though S.Italy seems less than tolerant of his stupidity and
potato-eating habits.
Pairings: Alfred/Lovino
Rating/Warnings: Mentions of violence, sex, drugs, Mafia stuff. Francis...
Summary: Lovino and Alfred are sent on a job to rough up some competition. They get distracted.
Link/LJ-cut:
It really shouldn’t be this hard, Lovino mused. He crossed his arms and glared at the stupid man before him.
“Dude, you’ve got to try one of these,” Alfred muttered through a mouthful of burger. Lovino scowled and turned his head away, looking right at their targets. Alfred laughed obnoxiously and went back to devouring his stupid burger and shoving more damn stupid French fries into his stupid big mouth. Lovino watched their targets, two men who sat a couple of tables away from them. One of them was dressed absurdly formally; a soft lilac button up shirt, sleeves rolled up, and white pants and waistcoat while the other was dressed in a ripped up black shirt and matching ripped up jeans.
“They both look fucking stupid,” Lovino muttered as he turned his glare away from them back to his ‘partner’. It was more like the brat he was assigned to babysit. Alfred looked up at him in surprise, bit into the last of his third burger and made a stupid questioning noise. Lovino scrunched his nose at the drop of grease that dripped out of it, “If we weren’t suppose to stay inconspicuous, I’d smash your fucking face into the plate ass. I was talking about Francis and Gilbert, the fuckers.”
“The guys we’re suppose to rough up?”
Lovino glared and looked around quickly, making sure no one heard them before kicking Alfred’s knee under the table, hissing, “Shut the fuck up asshole, you’re going to give us away.”
Alfred winced and whined as he put down his burger and leaned down to rub his knee, “Aw, don’t be so mean to me babe~.”
Lovino scowled and turned back to keep an eye on Francis and Gilbert, fighting down the blush he felt begin to paint his cheeks. Out of the corner of his eye he watched Alfred’s smile grow wider, stupid blue eyes flickering between the two men they were keeping an eye on and Lovino, and once down to his almost finished hamburger and fries.
Francis was chuckling to whatever Gilbert was talking about, grinning enthusiastically and cackling as he gestured wildly with his hands, most likely exaggerating whatever story he was telling. Francis leaned his chin against his hand, blue eyes closing as he smiled and probably was thinking they were home free. Gilbert was leering at him suggestively with is blood red eyes and reached up to tousle his nearly white hair as he licked his lower lip and waggled his eyebrows. Francis smirked and-Lovino cursed and kicked the foot that was slowly moving up his leg. Alfred let out a little whine and continued doing it despite each kick Lovino retaliated with, each one harder than the last.
“Fucking-stop that!” He turned back to glare darkly at Alfred and the stupid man had the balls to just smile at him, as if he were innocent! As Lovino opened his mouth to rip Alfred a new one and why he should not be molesting his superior under the table, he noticed Gilbert and Francis stand and throw some money down on the table to pay for the drinks the ordered. Lovino cursed and turned to look for a waitress and then tried to get her attention for their bill. Alfred finally seemed to catch on and waved over some lovely girl that Lovino instantly put his Italian charm to use. She left and came back smiling shyly at the American and Italian and Alfred left her a good tip.
They took their time waiting for them to leave and a couple of minutes afterwards, went after them. They were careful to make sure that the two men were not catching on to the fact that they were being followed.
“Do you think they’d even notice if we walked right behind them?” Alfred asked as he made a face and watched Frances brush his hand against Gilbert’s ass and, Alfred blushed, pressed his middle finger into the middle seam of the jeans. Lovino rolled his eyes and ignored they way his cross suddenly felt heavier against his chest and cursed the slight heat that was curling in the bottom of his stomach as he looked into Alfred’s surprised and blushing face. Fucking idiot was just playing footsie with him under the table a while ago and he was blushing over this? Idiot, Lovino scoffed in his mind.
“And, hey, wh-what exactly are we going to do? We’re not going to, ya know, shoot them are we?” Alfred paused and looked at Lovino questioningly, biting his lip as he unconsciously looked down to Lovino's left side, where he kept his gun, and his own hand hovered over his own hidden weapon. Lovino’s eyebrows furrowed as he kept staring ahead, holding out a hand to stop him as the two they followed stopped as well, Francis having brought them to a halt to examine a clothing shops display window.
“If they cooperate, probably not,” he wasn’t going to lie and shelter the boy. He was neck deep in the Cosa Nostra and the sooner he accepted it, accepted that he would have to let go of the stupid ‘hero’ view point of his and let go of his police background, the sooner the more useful he’d be to Lovino and the Vargas’. Alfred’s cheery blue eyes darkened and he looked down, lower lip abused by his teeth and damn it all if that dejected look made Lovino want to just... “Damn it!”
He cast a quick look at the shop and Francis who was all but pawing at an outfit on a mannequin and Gilbert who was loudly complaining. When they both went in, he made up his mind and grabbed Alfred tightly by his bicep and dragged him along. The boy was confused and even though he was physically stronger than Lovino-Just barely!-he let Lovino drag him along. Across the street from the shop there was a bakery and an alley next to it. It’d be perfect to do what he was planning to and keep an eye on the bastards in case they came out soon.
When Lovino met the stupid boy, he’d been beyond angry Antonio had been taken away as his partner and replaced with such a stupid being that he’d have to train from scratch, and had been a policeman to boot! But nearly a year of frustrating partnership, the stupid man had managed to endear himself to Lovino, until one night, after a couple of drinks, he'd kissed the annoying blond. It had evolved from there into something like fuck buddies, then into something else, something that was nearly love…
“”H-hey! Hey! We’re gonna do it here?” Alfred’s voice sounded scandalized as Lovino pushed him against the wall, shielded by shadow and a half-wall. Lovino smirked and leaned his body into Alfred’s and with his tongue coaxed Alfred’s teeth off his lower lip, and replaced them with is own. Alfred’s moan made Lovino shiver and kiss him harder. When he leaned back he smirked up at a panting Alfred and let go. Alfred pouted; probably disappointed he was not going to get anymore and pointed across the street.
Lovino grinned and thought of a perfect way to free himself from the stress. They were going to do their job… and get those two out of the drug ring that was infringing on Vargas territory.