A/N: Hey, all! So, I wanted to write a spy Hetalia story, or something. I don't know; I just went with it. I have no idea when I started it, but it's about 3 AM, the last day of Juni, now, so... Anyways, I thought, "What if the countries were kind of like spies, or whatever, or like hit men! You know, contacting each other to see their new targets or to get new items or whatever!" And then I thought that that would be a great start for a yaoi story! That's all I'm into writing, now, so...Eh. I need to start writing stuff and actually FINISH it, instead of my usual "Oh! Good idea! TYPETYPETYPETYPETYPE-hey, I have a good idea for a future part of this story! TYPETYPETYPETYPE-hey, another later idea! TYPETYPETYPETYPE!" And I'd never finish the story. It really sucks. Whatever. Well, here's the normal crap I've got to do.

CONTAINS: Yaoi (boyxboy), Spies, AWESOMENESS, blood & gore, &c. &c.

COPYRIGHT: Hetalia: Axis Powers does not belong to me. If only I did...But I mean seriously, if I did own it, why the hell would I be writing fanfiction instead of just putting it in the damn manga? Think, people!

Gaudêre!

CHAPITRE I: Correspondent

Ludwig sat at the small table in the corner of the bar, hidden in the shadow of the terrible lighting. He was surprised Roderich had chosen this place, but if you wanted a job like this done, he supposed this was the type of place to do it. The German rubbed the back of his neck; his suitcase beside him on the seat jostled from the movement. It was getting late, his watch showed, and the Austrian still had yet to show up. Just as he was about to call him, Roderich walked through the high makeshift door, lifting it with an almost irritating noble air. Seeking out his contact, and finding him, he sauntered, in Ludwig's mind, towards the table, wincing as he sat on the hard, dark chair across from him.

"It's not mein fault you chose dis place," Ludwig said, amused by the look of disgust that passed the Austrian's face.

"Yes, well, I couldn't have anyone, least of all him, finding this place," Roderich frowned, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the table as clean as he could before warily resting his gloved hands upon it.

"You know Brüder vould know aboud dis place."

"Maybe so, but I doubt he'd think I would actually come here. I'm thinking the same thing, now."

"Let's just ged down to business, ja? My client is getting a bit impatient, and even dough I don't care, it's de dought of de ding," Ludwig said, pulling out a cigarette, causing Roderich to frown.

"You should really give that up. It's bad for you, and they're not cheap to keep using, especially with the economy like it is." Ludwig shrugged and lit the end, watching as it flared, and happily sighed as he inhaled the first smoke. "Anyways, I've got it, but it's going to cost a little extra; it was harder to find than I expected," he said, frowning even further. It seemed that was this favourite expression as of late, Ludwig thought.

"I see. Vell, I brought extra just in case, soh here's de payment. Oh, und Brüder left a message for you. He says, 'Hurry up vit de damn package, because I don't know how long mein awesome self vill vait.' He also said for me to give you dis," the German said, opening his briefcase to hand over the cash, Roderich giving him his item, and reached into his breast pocket for a crumpled piece of paper that the Austrian quickly scanned and sighed.

"Gilbert just wants to be a prick," the man grumbled, causing Ludwig to jolt in surprise. Roderich never used language. Ever. As if sensing his thoughts, Roderich looked up.

"You can blame Elizabeta. She's speaking as such lately, and it has rubbed off some," he replied to the curious stare, pocketing the money and pushing his slipping glasses further up his nose.

"I hear she's gone into de military business again," Ludwig said off-handedly, causing Roderich to groan.

"Yes, it appears so. Although she's a good contact to have there, it's a bit dangerous, so I'm a bit worried. She's already a Colonel now," Roderich supplied, the German surprised by the quick promotions.

Elizabeta had been in the Hungarian army before, but she had left for personal reasons. Ludwig had heard that she had gone in again, and even though she used a different name, it appeared as if her skills were so legendary that it transcended name.

"So, how about we get this underway, then?" Roderich asked, lifting a box onto the table gently.

"Alrighd, bud I hope you know dat you aren't goink to vin," Ludwig smirked, relaxing as they went into their game mode. Every time they met, after their initial transaction, they'd play a game of chess.

"White again?"

"Ja. I'm alvays lucky vit vhite." Roderich chuckled in disagreement.

"Alright, then. How about a month and a half this time?"

"Fine. It vill giff me a gut break from dese last dree veeks."

"I cringe from the last time I came over. How bad was it this time?" Roderich asked, laying out his black pawns first.

"About $500."

"What? That's quite a bit! I'll have to reprimand him next time I see him."

Ludwig chuckled. "Ja, vell, vhat do you expect? He geds in drouble everyvhere he goes, especially vit Francis und Antonio vit him." They had already progressed a few moves, and Ludwig took one of Roderich's knights, much to the Austrian's dissatisfaction.

"They're still hanging out together?" The bishop was moved.

"Ja. Antonio found a guy." A pawn was discarded.

"Really? Was it the Italian?" Roderich took the white rook in retaliation, laughing as Ludwig cursed.

"Ja. How did you know?" Ludwig placed his queen in front of the knight's path.

"Elizabeta set them up. Always wanting to play the matchmaker. Check."

"Oh. By de vay, heff you seen Alfred?" He took the knight with an unseen pawn.

"Damn. No, why? Check again."

"Fick! Huh, I heard by dat British guy..."

"Arthur?"

"Ja, dat's him. Anyvays," Ludwig started, placing the black queen in the discarded pile, "Alfred's group is getting stronger, to match Ivan's. Tension's preddy high, now."

"I see. I heard that they had a spat over some bombs or something like that. I hadn't realized it had escalated so far. Check."

Ludwig frowned, then slowly smirked. He moved his knight over. "Checkmate."

Roderich blinked in surprise. "What? No!"

"Now you heff Gilbert for de next month und a heff." Ludwig smiled, arms crossed in triumph.

"Well damn. I just finished repairing the couch he ruined from last time," Roderich sighed, brushing a piece of auburn hair from his face.

"Soh, I guess dat's it," Ludwig said sadly. It wouldn't be another month or so before they met, and he always got reliable information from the Austrian.

Oh vell. It can't be helped.

"I'll take de board dis time, just in case Gilbert tries to look vor it again. I'll take him ofer to your place vhen he comes home. Knowing him, he'll be drunk, so it shouldn't be too hard," the German said, placing the pieces inside the board and packing it in his briefcase. The two stood and walked out, shaking hands at the door.

"I'll see you when you bring him over. Elizabeta brought some beer from your hometown when she was there. She should actually be arriving soon before you come. I received a letter just yester-day," Roderich said, and with that, left.

"Auf Weidersehen, Roderich," he said with a wave, and left to his own home, hoping Gilbert hadn't already gotten there to ruin the place. Honestly, his brother could be such a disaster sometimes.