Summary : If he hadn't dropped that necklace ... would any of this have ever happened? How could something that small lead to something this big? Was it Fate's hand that set dominoes? Was it really a simple mistake that caused the first to fall? Who could have known going back to pick up the necklace could have led to a life unknown?

~.oOo.~

Okay ... I honestly didn't want to upload this until I finished the sister GerIta story, but I finished this first and have been procrastinating on the first fic, a lot. While I am working on it, it's taking too long for my liking.

They can obviously be read separately, but either way this is the beginning of a series for me, one Ill hope to write several fics for since so many couples are mentioned but not elaborated on, plus a sequel to this one, in particular, is in mind.

Ok, Warnings: There is kidnapping, human trafficking, violence, bloodshed, maleXmale love and smut (way later in the story), mpreg (my first fic with such a thing, also way, way later in the story), magic and potions, magic creatures, made up lands (I'm using my own world so I can make it as historically inaccurate as I please), Human names, but that's a given in most of my stories, and Romano. bolded a few so you don't miss them.

The couples are Spamano, FrancexJeanne (i love and adore this couple and this is one of the few chances i have to use them), mentions of HRExChibitalia, AusHun, partially one sided GerIta and SuFin, and BelgiumXoc, slight DenNor if you squint. The other stories in the series will focus on other couples mentioned, and the ones in the GerIta sister story.

There are OCs, but most of them are just random and have no real impact on the story, although the two that do are two that are very special to me and in a few of my stories, but you won't meet them until a long way down in this story. Only one OC is an OC for the country of Portugal (Rosana), and I actually use her more than you will see since most of my Spamano stuff actually doesn't make it to FF. seriously, I'm extremely picky about this and have abandoned more stories for Hetalia (none uploaded) than I care to admit, but i digress...

This story is a long one, in fact THE longest one I've ever written for anything. It is complete, but I will only upload a chapter a week or so, so I don't overwhelm any of my readers ...

I think I've covered what I wanted to cover in this long ... terribly long ... A/N ...

oh ... Kismet means 'fate', I learned this word in High School and found it fit rather well~

with out further ado, I present the first chapter, of many, of Kismet...

Please enjoy~!

Kismet

Chapter One: The Domino Falls

Rain fell hard upon the two little boys. The smaller one cried hard, rubbing his eyes for the loss of his grandfather. The taller one glared down at the fresh burial spot and turned away, "Come on, Feliciano. We should probably get home now."

"Ve~? B-but who w-will take c-care o-of u-us?" he sniffled and fruitlessly wiped away tears from his rain soaked face. Lovino took his brother's hand, "We don't need anyone! I can take care of us!"

"B-but you're only n-nine!" Feliciano argued. Lovino turned his glare to the younger Vargas. "I can take care of us." his voice came out stiff and angry. And who could blame the child? He'd been taking care of the both of them for a few years now anyway. Well, at least himself. His grandfather worked two jobs and had women during his spare time and time off. When he did decide to spend time with the boys, it was mostly Feliciano that got the attention.

Lovino was actually more scared than he let on. On the outside, he was completely willing to take care of his little brother, but … he couldn't help but feel bad about Feliciano not getting the attention and care he needed. Besides, didn't adults get jobs? Who would hire a nine year year old boy? And who would watch Feliciano when he was working? Feliciano surely would get into trouble by himself.

The older Vargas growled lightly and opened the door to their house. They had been living here ever since their mom died during the childbirth of his younger brother. No amount of magic could have saved her, either. Feliciano didn't know and Lovino would like to keep it that way, lest his brother think it was his fault.

Feliciano tugged at his white dress, which clung to his body uncomfortably. "Go get into warmer clothes, I'm gonna make us something to eat, okay?"

The child nodded and walked to his room to change. Lovino made his way into the kitchen and looked around frowning. Where did the old man keep the pasta? He wondered to himself, searching for the dried noodles and jarred tomatoes they kept. After much difficulty, the meal was finally on its way.

"Ve~? Brother, are you sure you're doing it right?" Feliciano climbed into a chair and looked to his older sibling.

"Shut up!" he pulled the pot of hot tomato bits off the fire and the boiled noddles, "I'm doing it fine!" he strained the noddles and mixed the two together and served some to each of them. Luckily, he'd made enough for both of them for two days at least! He ate the okay tasting pasta and put the leftovers into their own jars and hoped they would keep. He hadn't thought about the fact they would eventually run out of food. But he wouldn't tell his bottomless pit of a brother.

Lovino washed Feliciano's face, making sure to get all the tomato stains off and sent the boy to bed, before he, himself, washed up and crawled into bed. His body ached and he felt ice cold. A sneeze escaped him and he groaned. He couldn't get sick! Not now! Not when Feliciano needed someone to look after him.

Sleep took over and he awoke the next morning with a small headache and a snuffed nose. He climbed out of bed, wrapping a sheet around him tightly, "Feliciado?" he walked into his brother's room and smiled, seeing that his brother was still sound asleep. That made things a little easier, since Lovino still needed to make something for the boy for breakfast.

He made his way to the kitchen and got the fire going, "Dere!" he grinned at the blazing fire and walked to the food storage and pulled out a few things … that weren't really very breakfast like, but who cared, right?

Lovino cooked them up and made two plates, "Feli!" he yelled, rousing the boy from sleep. Feliciano made his way to the kitchen and rubbed at his sleep eyes, "Brother?"

"I made breakfast. Hurry up and eat, we need to go into town today so I can find a job."

This made Feliciano giggle, "Ve~! I can't imagine you working like an adult, brother."

Lovino's face lit up red, "Shut up! I can do what ever I want! Besides, I'm the adult now!" Feliciano nodded, agreeing with his brother.

After breakfast was long gone, the boys donned new white dresses and made their way into town. Lovino hated wearing the dresses, but the village he and his brother were born in, as his mother and grandfather before them, culture demanded all young boys and girl to wear white dresses in honor of their deity and an ode to the purity of children. They could be exchanged when a child was of age, fifteen in that village.

Of course, after their mother died, their grandfather was forced to take them in and find work further up northern Illonia. They may have left the village, but tradition was tradition, and he would continue to wear the stupid thing until he was older.

People were bustling around the streets, buying, selling and getting from place to place and just going about their normal days. Feliciano clung to Lovino's arm tightly as they squeezed through the thick crowds.

First stop: produce salesman, "Hey," Lovino called up to him.

The gruff man looked at him and glowered, "I told you, Vargas, just because the brat wants a apple, doesn't mean you're getting one without paying for it!"

"I don't wand de stupid apple-"

"I do …"

"Shud up, Feliciado! I cabe for a job." He turned back the man, sniffling lightly.

"Ha! You make me laugh, Vargas! Doesn't your old man work three jobs or something like that? Getting' kind of greedy for coins are you?" he received the payment from a customer who looked at him, "Didn't you hear? Romulus was found dead on the edge of town yesterday! They say he was killed by a succubus or nymph or whatever. Hell of a way to go, am I right?" they laughed like it was some hilarious joke, leaving Lovino, red faced and Feliciano, confused.

"Forged id!" Lovino dragged Feliciano away, rubbing at his nose. He wasn't feeling too good anymore.

"Brother, wait! I think I dropped my necklace!" Feliciano ripped his hand from his brother's and ran back toward the alley they had just passed. After looking over the ground, he reached down and plucked something from the dirt and slipped it back over his head, "Ve~! Found it!"

"Stupid. Why do you keep dat ding?" He walked up and looked at his brother's iron cross.

"Horoem promised me he'd come back … this means we're going to be married one day~!" Feliciano showcased the trinket proudly.

"Whadever, come on le-" he gasped as a man walked out of the alley way and snatched up Feliciano. Lovino jumped forward to wrangle his brother from the man's grasp, but the man kicked him back. He felt arms wrap around him as well and he cried out in pain as they squeezed tighter to hold him still. The older Vargas looked down at the muscled arm and bit down hard.

The man yelped and dropped Lovino, "Fucking brat bit me! I'm not gonna get sick, am I?" he turned to look back, but pain exploded in his head and the world went black.

When he awoke, he was behind bars in a cage. Feliciano was beside him, sobbing into his hands. Lovino rubbed his throbbing head. His cold was gone … which was strange … and the pain slowly ebbed away, faster than it should have. Even the cut on his calf from a few days ago was completely healed!

He looked around and saw several more cages and cells, filled with not only children, but pretty men and women as well.

"Feliciano, are you okay?" the smaller boy nodded and collapsed into his brother's arms.

"Ve … I'm so scared, brother." Lovino rested his hand on Feliciano's head and willed away his tears. He had to be strong for the both of them, "I am too …"

After what seemed like hours, a man walked in and dropped food in front of the two. Lovino scowled at the man and cursed him out and demanded they be let go, but to no avail. The man just ignored them and continued to give everyone their food rations.

Lovino gave his portion to Feliciano, who need more to grow. Feliciano only ate a little bit anyway, since 'it sucked'.

The two were forced to cuddle together to keep warm through the night and the next morning they were dragged into a different room to be cleaned up.

"Wouldn't want ya lookin' dirty for the buyers," one of the men laughed, dumping water over Feliciano. Feliciano began to cry because it was too cold and Lovino ran over to him, but was stopped by his own splash of water.

"Haha, I like splashing the brats! Especially this one! The little fuck that bit me!" he splashed Lovi again with the soapy water and the again to rinse away what bubbles were left, leaving the child to sputter and spit the soap and suds from his mouth. They were redressed and thrown back into their cage.

"Damn it … I'm sorry Feliciano. I … I shouldn't have gone into town or … something … gah …" he clutched his head and wished he'd been able to save his brother.

A few more days of the brutal treatment, left he boys weak. Lovino no longer had fight in him. He just leaned against the bars, accepting that he and his brother were probably going to be killed. It was all their grandfather's fault. If the old man hadn't have died …

"Wake up you lot! It's time!" Lovino felt his heart drop into his stomach. Time? Time for what? Feliciano clung to his brother and vice versa as the curtain opened up and a street was revealed. Many people walked passed as if nothing was wrong with the picture before them, despite a few desperate cries from a few of the other celled prisoners. Occasionally a few would stop and take someone with them, tied at the wrists. It was scary to the two children, afraid for what happened next. After they took you away.

A tall, greasy man walked up to their cage and gazed in with a crooked smile, "What have we here?"

"Just a couple of brats. One cries a lot, the other is a mean little shit, but I think we've broken him."

"What's with those weird curls?" He muttered. Lovino frowned. He didn't know why, but their grandfather told them to never let someone touch them unless they trusted that person with nothing less than their lives.

"Ve~!" Lovino's head shot towards his brother who was leaned up against the bars, his face bright red and body trembling. The man who'd caught them before was holding tightly to his curl.

"Felici … chi … CHIGI!" he felt a weird sensation travel through his body as the greasy man yanked his curl. His face heated up and his began panting, wanting nothing more than for the man to just let go. He didn't like the way this made him feel.

"Interesting …" he laughed, letting go, "I think I'll-"

"I'll take them. Both of them. Name your price." they all turned to face a tall, pale man. He was dressed in the most expensive silks and velvets. A pair of glasses sat on his nose and his hair was clean and neatly brushed. Beside him was a woman with flowers in her hair. Her dress also looked pricey.

"200 gold per kid, plus 50 for damages done by that brat to my arm." Lovino clutched Feliciano tightly.

"Done." the man tossed him a velvet coin purse and let the man count the gold.

"'Kay, they're yours. Good luck and enjoy~!" he unlocked the bars and grabbed Feliciano roughly and began wrapping the rope around his wrists. Lovino growled and shot forward, responding to his brother's cries of pain.

"No need for that." the neat man glared, "They are fine as is." The other man let go of Feliciano and pulled him out. Feliciano ran strait for the woman's arm and clutched onto her tightly. She picked him up and smiled, rocking him. Lovino jumped from the cage and kicked the gruff man in the shin before hiding behind the woman.

"Why you little-" he stepped forward with his whip, but a loud snap caused everyone to freeze.

"I paid for him. You will not punish him." the tall man was holding out a riding crop, which he'd used to strike the other man across the face, tightly in his leather gloved hand, "Now, we'll be leaving."

"Y-yessir!" the gruff man rubbed at the swollen red cheek, where he'd been smacked with the crop.

As they walked down the streets, the woman smiled brightly, "Thank you Roderich … I can't imagine what those men would do with these poor boys …"

"Anything for you, my love." he smiled softly, before putting on his strict face again. The woman laughed lightly and caressed Feliciano tightly. She'd always had a strong love for children, but a childhood sickness took away her ability to have any of her own. She had been looking into adoption, but it seemed harder than she'd thought to find a child. This was her miracle.

They climbed into a carriage and she sat down, only to be startled. The older child refused to get in. He glared up at her, "Give me Feli. I'm not going with you. We're not going with you."

Elizaveta laughed lightly, "I'm not going to hurt either of you. I wanted to help." she patted Feliciano's back and smiled, finding he was asleep. Poor thing, she thought to herself.

"I don't care! I want to go home!" tears filled the boy's eyes and she frowned sadly.

"Do you miss your parents?" she asked, climbing back out of the carriage. The boy looked taken aback and shook his head.

"We don't have a dad and mom died. Nonno died a few days ago. I'm taking care of Feliciano now."

"But … but you're so young! You're still a child, yourself!"

His face turned from normal into a glare, "I'm not a child! Not anymore!"

Elizaveta laughed, "Even adults need help sometimes." she grabbed him and pulled him into her arms in a tight embrace, "Please come with us. We'll take good care of you."

Roderich watched with a soft smile. He knew his wife would have been a wonderful mother to their child if she could conceive. He stepped into the carriage and took his seat.

Elizaveta pulled away from the child, "So? What do you say?"

He frowned, "What's your name anyway, lady?"

She laughed, "I'm Elizaveta, and you?" the woman continued rocking the sleeping child.

"Lovino Vargas and he's Feliciano." Lovino didn't know why, but he felt like he could trust her. She seemed nice. If Feliciano trusted her, he could try, too, right?

Elizaveta smiled, "He's a boy?" she thought they were both girls at first, because of the dresses, but the way Lovino had acted back there had told her he wasn't a girl. Well, at least wasn't girly. She'd honestly thought she was a boy for several years. In fact she'd only started acting like a woman when she got married to Roderich.

Even her friend for a a couple of years thought she was a boy until he moved away.

"Of course. Why would you think he wasn't?" Lovino glared.

She shrugged and pulled at the slightly dirty dress, "I guess it was these dresses …"

Lovino went red in the face, "They're traditional!"

"Are they?" Elizaveta smiled, "I'd love to learn about them. Please come with us to our new home and tell me about them. We'll feed you and let you get a proper bath and some new clothing while these are washed."

The boy shifted and looked at her, "Okay, but if you try anything funny-"

"I won't, I promise," she grabbed his hand and helped him into the carriage, happy to take them away from the dirty streets of this village and to her and Roderich's new home.

There you go, the first chapter of Kismet.

I'm sorry if anything was offensive, but this story does have a few darker spots, it's not all fluff, as much as i wanted to write nothing but XD

Please tell me what you thought~! Reviews are welcomed and encouraged~!

This story is my baby, my favorite ... I was so sad when I finished writing the last chapter Q.Q and now I'm finally sharing it with you on FF, so please enjoy this adventure~

~Lady Pyrien

EDIT:: Lilou-chan drew the image art for Kismet and has done a wonderful job creating absolutely gorgeous artwork for the story! Thank you hon! I really love and appreciate everything!