Hetalia One-Shots

Spamano : Evil Encounter

  Lovino checked the screen of his phone-like device. His plans were in place and everything seemed to be going smoothly. Red dots flickered on the screen showing the emplacement of the super-villain's weapons. He looked down to the park a hundred meters under him. He saw people entering and exiting the skyscraper he was sitting on. Facing the tall building was a large park with an event taking place. Two companies were celebrating their collaboration and organized a small gathering where anyone could come and look at their products.

  The dark-haired Italian had a score to settle with one of the companies' CEO. The man had mercilessly thrown one of Lovino's revolutionary ideas claiming it wasn't good enough. In the end, he had created a prototype of exactly what Lovino had proposed. That was the last drop the Italian could take and decided to make the man pay for ridiculousing  him and stealing his idea.

  Finally both CEOs walked out of the big glass doors of the building followed by a crowd of journalists and scientists. They all headed towards the gathering across the street. People passing by stopped and looked at the displayed items while tasting the treats disposed. Needless to say, in less than fifteen minutes a large crowd had gathered. Perfect for Lovino's plan, the more people, the better.

  He looked down to his device showing the time. He pulled a mask down on his face covering it down to his nose. He took one of his latest creation out of his bag. He had created two hand pieces, sort of like gloves, that had many functions. With them he could control anything with metal, it had lasers and many other deadly weapons. He slipped them on and motioned his fingers making the machinery move smoothly. He pressed a button on the side of his mask activating both devices. The screen in front of his eyes turned green with small graphics on the corners. He clipped his rectangular device on his belt and stood up.

  Then he saw something uncalled for. A ring of fire surrounded the gathering in the blink of an eye. Screams were heard from the panicking civilians trapped inside, all huddling in the center of the circle. Lovino frowned in anger. Who could be messing with his perfect plan?

  The Italian stretched his hand out to a satellite dish on the roof. The object shook until it was ripped off of its hinges. Lovino jumped onto it and soared through the air, descending to the flaming celebration. He hovered a meter above the raising flames and searched the crowd for who was responsible for this fiasco.

  A woman saw the Italian and exclaimed in relief, "Oh thank god, we're saved!"

Lovino glanced down to her, anger boiling inside of him. "Oh don't be so sure! Now shut your pie hole, I have to find the bastard who ruined my perfect plan!" he spat out, almost losing his balance in fury.

  "That would have to be me."

  To Lovino's left, the flames parted making way for a figure to pass through. The man raised his head and looked at the Italian with a smirk. He was wearing a black mask covering the upper part of his face with holes for the eyes. Two strands of the mask flew in his back as he walked, his footprints leaving burnt marks behind him. His feet were flaming, creating a heated gust which made his dark brown hair sway messily. His curls settled as the fire died down. His eyes lost the red shimmer of the flames, making them clear green. He wore a white shirt with a large V neck which was tucked in black pants. Around his waist was wrapped a red shawl. Brown boots covered his feet and went up to his knees.

  The Italian stood up straight and glared at the man. "Who are you? And what the hell are you doing here? I was supposed to attack these idioti," he declared, slowly descending until he was only two meters above the ground.

"Lo siento mucho, but I have somewhere to be after this, so I will just take what I came here for and I'll be on my way," replied the other villain waving his hand with a smile on his face. Lovino blew a fuse, not in the mood to deal with the man's arrogance.