The Tell Tale Cut
This will be the only disclaimer I make, I own only the plot and none of the hetalia characters. By the way let me know what you think! I'm very excited to be writing this story and I am extremely curious to see what you all think!
Chapter 1 The Silent Thief
It was truly unbelievable. This thief was so very quiet, so very diligent. Even watching his or her target you would not notice the theft. The Silent Thief was in and out in mere moments with his prize and without raising any suspicions.
Truly fascinating.
And horribly frustrating.
I'd been trying to catch this man or woman for months now. Four to be exact. In that time the silent thief had stolen five paintings, a statue as well as two priceless jewels. That we knew of. And at the scene of the crime he left only silence, questions and a small maple leaf.
Very frustrating.
I dragged my nails across my scalp as I watched the surveillance videos. One moment it was there, a flash of a delicate pale white hand is seen and then it's gone. This all in the middle of the paintings exhibition and no one had noticed. Had I not been tailing him unsuccessfully for so long I would have thought that The Silent Thief was a modern legend.
"Still watching the surveillance?" Kirkland said I nodded staring diligently, if not a bit frustratedly, at the screen jumping slightly at the extend mug of coffee.
"Thanks" I mumbled, accepting the steaming cup as I replayed the sole flash of The Silent Thief's body we see-his or her hand-. Kirkland made a small noise
"You'll need it," he said "You Beilschmidt's spend too much time in the office for your own good." Ignoring the possible compliment but most likely insult aimed towards my brother and I, I went back to staring at the screen.
"You might want to zoom in on the hand" Arthur said helpfully after his tenth viewing of the unhelpful footage. "It might have a tattoo or something." I nodded pausing and zooming in. I'd been so busy trying to catch a glimpse of the rest of The Silent Thief I hadn't even tried to glean what info I could from the hand itself.
It was a delicate right hand, pale and flawless, long bony fingers were splayed as it moved to caress the painting as I'd seen it do hundreds of times before. The nails were clipped short and a small scar -more of a nick really- was present on the left side of tip of the index finger.
"Looks like a man's hand" Kirkland said, "despite it's delicate..ness"
"Yeah, not that that helps much, thieves are often male," I muttered. "but the scar does help." Kirkland scoffed
"Yeah like you don't have the exact same one from cooking." I sighed
"So 9 known crimes later and all we know is that he is probably male, he might cook and he doesn't do manual labour."
"Gilbert, don't worry he'll screw up sooner or later" Arthur said patting his shoulder lightly. I groaned at the unhelpful reassurances.
"You said that three months ago." Arthur sighed.
"Yeah"
We sat in silence for a moment before I skipped ahead to the part where he leaves his tell tale sign, the little maple leaf. You don't even see him as he leaves it in his wake, a little leaf simply floats down in front of where the stolen artifact (or in this case a painting) used to be. We don't even know how he manages to drop the leaf without being seen.
"He might be Canadian" I added. Arthur shook his head with a small growl. His hand shot forward surprising me as he slammed the laptop shut.
"this isn't helping" He snapped "Let's go figure out his next target." I nodded in agreement pushing myself up to my feet before stretching out my aching back slowly.
The tech room was quite possibly the most well taken care of space in the whole place. From floor to ceiling not a spot or smudge to be seen, the tech would murder us if their were any. It was a fairly large room with eight screens on the walls surrounded by a sea of desks. A printer and a table lay in the middle of the room. The table was piled high with documents and photos. Despite the large room the FBI only had four techs on hire one of them being brand new. We usually always had someone on staff at all hours but they were loosely monitored because they usually got bored and transferred elsewhere unless we let them have their space. We didn't care much as long as they showed up when needed. One of the aforementioned techs came in as we moved to leave.
"Von Bock right?" I enquired, he nodded "could I get you to do a facial recognition scan on all the surveillance videos we have for The Silent Thief case? Send me a copy of the files for each reoccurring face if you could." He grinned
"yes sir!" I nodded giving him a smile before leaving. As the door shut behind us Kirkland gave a small laugh
"Your lucky it was him and not the new guy, you would have made an enemy." I grinned the coffee finally having it's desired effect of revitalization.
"I know, thankfully Bock acknowledges my awesomeness so it's no big deal" Arthur chuckled
"It might also have something to do with the fact that he loves a challenge" I grinned
"Possibly but I think it's more likely that he just realizes and bows down to my awesome powers of awesomeness" Arthur laughed again, losing some of his tense frustration
"sure, sure"
It was quite funny watching them try to catch me. Their tiny minds whirring, only seeing what is right before them, not one of them with any creativity. My mind was all creativity with a dash of intelligence, how could they hope to catch me?
"They can't" I murmured happily to myself relishing in the sweet smell of success that permeated the air. The challenge of sneaking in and out without anyone noticing with my prize in tow is much too invigorating then I ever thought it could be. Challenges, god do I love challenges.
I was fairly surprised by Detective Beilschmidt however, he was the only one who showed any signs of possible intelligence having caught the only details they new. They as in the police. Kirkland while he was smart wasn't as dedicated to figuring everything out, not like Gilbert was.
"Gilbert..." I said softly letting his name slide of my tongue to glide through the air and echo off the walls around me. I enjoyed the feel of my finger tips running down the length of the folders before me. Gilbert's or rather Detective G Beilschmidt's was written in standard blokish letters, hiding within them something wonderful. What a delicious name he had.
I want to meet him, tease him, have him. I will, I'll watch as he tries and fails to find me. I'll savour the sweat taste of his frustration as he confides in me, as I calm him down. Can you imagine the challenge? Not only committing the crimes but hiding them and leaving him suspicion-less?
Yes. I decided happily. First I'll ease off so he's less busy, maybe leave and extra hint to put him in a good mood then he'll want to celebrate and I'll be there.
"Gilbert..." I said smiling. "You'll be all mine soon... Gilbert"