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„Alfred, hurry up!" Matthew said while waiting for his partner
„Easy, Mattie~, we're not gonna late" the boy answered
Alfred F. Jones, American, CIA agent and Matthew Williams, Canadian, agent of CIC. That day they were flying to Great Britain for helping Scotland Yard with arrest one of Italian Mafia's bosses.
„Fly from New York to London, Gate 10 will be close in 5 minutes" voice from speakers in airport said.
„Oh, bro, we have to hurry!" Alfred took his bag „Run!"
„Maple... „ Matthew mumbled and ran after his friend.
After 13 hours they were in London. On Heatrow Arthur Kirkland, older brother of Alfred was waiting for them. There was no chance that Alfred didn't recognize his messy blond hair and bushy brows. After laud greeting and little argument three of them arrived to Kirkland family's mansion.
„Arthur, can you tell us some details?" Matthew asked
„Yes... we want to arrest older of mafia's boss' grandsons, He's name is Romano Lovino Vargas, he live in Neapol but right now he is in London with his three bodyguards" Arthur explained and threw picture and briefcase with more details about him. He was young and good-looking man with auburn hair with little curl sticking out of it. He has goldish eyes.
„This kid?" Alfred laughed. „It will be none of problem"
„Vargas alone is not a problem. Worst with his bodyguards" Arthur continued „Francis Bonnefoy, Frenchman, Gilbert Beilschmidt, German and Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, Spaniard. They are dangerous together and also alone" Arthur threw another picture and three briefcases.
"Alright, ladies!" into the room walked tall red-haired man with strong Scottish accent, Allistor Kirkland, the oldest of Kirkland brothers „We're going to start tomorrow evening. The kid has meeting with supplier of weapons in one of the London's pubs. We're going there"
„Oh yeah! We will get him!" Alfred yelled
„Not so quick" Scott stopped him „We have to find out right moment when he will be alone"
„Dude! From where you have all of it?" Alfred asked while looking through the documents.
„English spies are the best" Arthur answered with proud in his voice „I don't want any fails, I want it to be smooth, quick and quiet, understood?"
„Arthie~ relax. It's just a work!" American said
„Guys, how 'bout some drinks for relax?"
„Yes! Maybe I will find nice British chick for myself" Alfred grinned „Matthie, come on!"
~~
„Oh, crap! It's him!" Allistor hissed and drunk his whiskey
„Who?"
„Vargas! On left" he whispered „We have to start right now"
„But Arthur can't even stand properly" Alfred said and tried to hold his brother, who was drunk.
„Leave him here. Alfred and I will go after Vargas and Matthew will looking at Trio" Allistor said and gave them earphones and microphones, which they wore discretely. Lovino went upstairs and Alfred with Scott after him.
„Guys, it's little problem, eh. Carriedo and Beilschmidt have gone after you" Canadian whispered into his microphone. He felt someone's hand around his waist.
„What someone as sweet as you do in place like this, mon Cherie?" Bonnefoy asked with smile
„Eh?" Matthew looked at the man. Francis gave him red rose like he always did.
„Come with me, amour" Frenchman pulled him to the exit „Let's have some fun" Then they went out Williams felt pain and his vision become darker. He woke up with terrible headache. Slowly he opened his eyes. He was in dark room and only one source of light was open door.
„Matthie, you alive?" (powinno być "Are you alive?" ale specjalnie zrobiłam błąd bo Amerykanie tak robią) Alfred asked
„Alf? They got you too?"
Then he noticed he was tied to the chair and in the room were also Allistor, who was trying to untie himself, Alfred and Arthur. Trio and Lovino entered the room.
"Kesese~ they woke up" Gilbert laughed with his creepy laugh.
"Arthur Kirkland, Allistor Kirkland, Alfred Jones and Matthew Williams" Lovino stood in front of them "Did you think you can catch me?"
"You don't know who you are dealing, kid" Scott growled
"Heh… Gilbert, Francis… get rid of them" Italian ordered and went out
"Mi tomate… wait for me" Antonio ran after his boss.
"Kesese~ would you like to die quick or can we play for a while?" Beilschmidt grinned and took of his knife
"Matthew, if we met in other circumstances, we would…" Francis knelt in front of Canadian.
"I don't think so, eh" Matthew hit Francis' chin with his knee.
"You… "Francis hissed. He took out a gun and put it on Matthew's head.
"Matthew!" Allistor yelled. He got up from his chair and attacked Francis.
"Wie? (ger. How?)" Gilbert ran to Francis for helping him. The confusion allowed Alfred to cut his nodes with penknife which he always had in his back pocket. American took vase and threw it on Gilbert's head.
"Touchdown!" he yelled and Gilbert fell on the floor, his head was bleeding.
"Alfred, untie Matthew and Arthur!" Scott ordered and bound Francis. Alfred did so.
"See, Arthie? Playing in soccer you cannot do such a thing!" Alfred grinned at his brother
"Because in football we don't have touchdowns" Brit answered
"Whatever…"
"Leave those two for me and go for Vargas!" Allistor ordered again and tied German's hands.
"Yes, sir" Arthur and Matthew answered
"Show time!" Alfred took of his gun and ran out of the room and other men after him.
„Easy, Mattie~, we're not gonna late" the boy answered
Alfred F. Jones, American, CIA agent and Matthew Williams, Canadian, agent of CIC. That day they were flying to Great Britain for helping Scotland Yard with arrest one of Italian Mafia's bosses.
„Fly from New York to London, Gate 10 will be close in 5 minutes" voice from speakers in airport said.
„Oh, bro, we have to hurry!" Alfred took his bag „Run!"
„Maple... „ Matthew mumbled and ran after his friend.
After 13 hours they were in London. On Heatrow Arthur Kirkland, older brother of Alfred was waiting for them. There was no chance that Alfred didn't recognize his messy blond hair and bushy brows. After laud greeting and little argument three of them arrived to Kirkland family's mansion.
„Arthur, can you tell us some details?" Matthew asked
„Yes... we want to arrest older of mafia's boss' grandsons, He's name is Romano Lovino Vargas, he live in Neapol but right now he is in London with his three bodyguards" Arthur explained and threw picture and briefcase with more details about him. He was young and good-looking man with auburn hair with little curl sticking out of it. He has goldish eyes.
„This kid?" Alfred laughed. „It will be none of problem"
„Vargas alone is not a problem. Worst with his bodyguards" Arthur continued „Francis Bonnefoy, Frenchman, Gilbert Beilschmidt, German and Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, Spaniard. They are dangerous together and also alone" Arthur threw another picture and three briefcases.
"Alright, ladies!" into the room walked tall red-haired man with strong Scottish accent, Allistor Kirkland, the oldest of Kirkland brothers „We're going to start tomorrow evening. The kid has meeting with supplier of weapons in one of the London's pubs. We're going there"
„Oh yeah! We will get him!" Alfred yelled
„Not so quick" Scott stopped him „We have to find out right moment when he will be alone"
„Dude! From where you have all of it?" Alfred asked while looking through the documents.
„English spies are the best" Arthur answered with proud in his voice „I don't want any fails, I want it to be smooth, quick and quiet, understood?"
„Arthie~ relax. It's just a work!" American said
„Guys, how 'bout some drinks for relax?"
„Yes! Maybe I will find nice British chick for myself" Alfred grinned „Matthie, come on!"
~~
„Oh, crap! It's him!" Allistor hissed and drunk his whiskey
„Who?"
„Vargas! On left" he whispered „We have to start right now"
„But Arthur can't even stand properly" Alfred said and tried to hold his brother, who was drunk.
„Leave him here. Alfred and I will go after Vargas and Matthew will looking at Trio" Allistor said and gave them earphones and microphones, which they wore discretely. Lovino went upstairs and Alfred with Scott after him.
„Guys, it's little problem, eh. Carriedo and Beilschmidt have gone after you" Canadian whispered into his microphone. He felt someone's hand around his waist.
„What someone as sweet as you do in place like this, mon Cherie?" Bonnefoy asked with smile
„Eh?" Matthew looked at the man. Francis gave him red rose like he always did.
„Come with me, amour" Frenchman pulled him to the exit „Let's have some fun" Then they went out Williams felt pain and his vision become darker. He woke up with terrible headache. Slowly he opened his eyes. He was in dark room and only one source of light was open door.
„Matthie, you alive?" (powinno być "Are you alive?" ale specjalnie zrobiłam błąd bo Amerykanie tak robią) Alfred asked
„Alf? They got you too?"
Then he noticed he was tied to the chair and in the room were also Allistor, who was trying to untie himself, Alfred and Arthur. Trio and Lovino entered the room.
"Kesese~ they woke up" Gilbert laughed with his creepy laugh.
"Arthur Kirkland, Allistor Kirkland, Alfred Jones and Matthew Williams" Lovino stood in front of them "Did you think you can catch me?"
"You don't know who you are dealing, kid" Scott growled
"Heh… Gilbert, Francis… get rid of them" Italian ordered and went out
"Mi tomate… wait for me" Antonio ran after his boss.
"Kesese~ would you like to die quick or can we play for a while?" Beilschmidt grinned and took of his knife
"Matthew, if we met in other circumstances, we would…" Francis knelt in front of Canadian.
"I don't think so, eh" Matthew hit Francis' chin with his knee.
"You… "Francis hissed. He took out a gun and put it on Matthew's head.
"Matthew!" Allistor yelled. He got up from his chair and attacked Francis.
"Wie? (ger. How?)" Gilbert ran to Francis for helping him. The confusion allowed Alfred to cut his nodes with penknife which he always had in his back pocket. American took vase and threw it on Gilbert's head.
"Touchdown!" he yelled and Gilbert fell on the floor, his head was bleeding.
"Alfred, untie Matthew and Arthur!" Scott ordered and bound Francis. Alfred did so.
"See, Arthie? Playing in soccer you cannot do such a thing!" Alfred grinned at his brother
"Because in football we don't have touchdowns" Brit answered
"Whatever…"
"Leave those two for me and go for Vargas!" Allistor ordered again and tied German's hands.
"Yes, sir" Arthur and Matthew answered
"Show time!" Alfred took of his gun and ran out of the room and other men after him.
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BANG.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
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Alright, this is short story for my best friend. She has homework which is "write some crime story". She is really bad in writing stories so I've wrote it for her. I used Hetalia characters because... well, I love them and I can't control myself.
I know there are lots of mistakes but... I do a lot of them and I just hope you don't mind.
Please, be honest with comments beacuse I want to write some series with... you know... mafia, Scotland Yard, CIA... just simple crime story.
I love Romano as a mafioso
Aha, one more thing - what the hell is CIC? Yep... my other best friend said "If America has CIA, why Canada doesn't have CIC" LOL, I like this idea so I put it in my story xD
Enjoy it~~
I know there are lots of mistakes but... I do a lot of them and I just hope you don't mind.
Please, be honest with comments beacuse I want to write some series with... you know... mafia, Scotland Yard, CIA... just simple crime story.
I love Romano as a mafioso
Aha, one more thing - what the hell is CIC? Yep... my other best friend said "If America has CIA, why Canada doesn't have CIC" LOL, I like this idea so I put it in my story xD
Enjoy it~~
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ummm love the story lots but I'm from Canada and it's CIA I'm pretty sure, we also have the FBI