Edit: HOLY HATS! I forgot the disclaimer! I don't own any of the characters (unfortunately) except Craig, I do own him. The plot is mine as well! Hetalia characters belong to Himaruya Hidekazu.
"PLEASE! You don't have to do this. I'll pay you double what he's paying! Spare my life!"
Cold, emotionless violet eyes stared into the ugly watery hazel ones. "Stop crying. You shouldn't have fucked with the person you fucked with." And with a light tensing of the finger, the pitiful man's blood splattered the wall behind him. Calculating eyes assessed the mess on the wall. The amethyst eyed teen shrugged and walked over to the bleeding corpse and placed the gun in its hand.
He shook his short wavy blonde bangs out of his face and glided over to the deceased man's desk. Grabbing a pen with his gloved hand he started to write in a messy scrawl that was mainly associated with the victim behind him. The teen did his research. A suicide note was the result left in the study as the pale teen exited the room. He caught a movement out of the side of his vision and moved to strike. Until he realized it was a mirror. He looked at himself and saw a broken boy staring back at him. A broken boy with blood splattered on his face. He wiped the thick liquid off causing it to smudge.
The red was really striking against his snow white complexion. At least he thought so. He finally clued back in and realized he had to go. He jogged over to the door and looked over the scene once more. Perfect. The teen opened the door, closed it and made sure the lock clicked in place. He turned and walked down the front door steps. After removing his gloves and shoving them into his coat pocket he trudged down the street hearing sirens after about 5 minutes of walking.
Gazing at the people around him he made his way to a rundown hole in the wall building that sported a 'FOR LEASE' sign in the window. He walked through the front door and made his way up the stairs.
"Why so late?" A voice called from the room at the end of the hallway.
"Oh, shut up, Craig." The icy reply shot back. A man with jet black hair stumbled out of the door (having tripped over the door frame). He turned his wise amber eyes onto the blonde teen in front of him and sighed. Craig disappeared into the room again before returning with a tissue in his hand. He wiped furiously at the smudged dry blood on the teens face.
"Matthew, did you have this on all the way back?" Craig asked concernedly. Matthew nodded his head solemnly having forgotten the stain on his face. "What's wrong? You're never this careless."
"Just a little stressed. No big deal." Matthew replied with his signature soft smile. Craig stared suspiciously a little longer before letting it go.
"You should be getting home. I'm sure everyone's waiting." Matthew's smile widened a bit, before he nodded and held out his hand. Craig stared at the limb before pouting.
"I thought I could get you to leave it behind." The amber-eyed man mumbled, to which Matthew stuck his tongue out. "Fine." Craig pouted even further before walking over to the desk and grabbing a suitcase from behind. He opened it and presented it to the teen. Matthew's grin widened. Inside the case was five hundred thousand (Canadian) dollars.
"Thank you kindly." Matthew said grin impossibly wide. He sifted through the case and pulled out twenty thousand dollars and handing it to Craig. "Thanks for all the help, eh?" Craig looked ecstatic.
"Thanks so much, boss! You're the best!" He exclaimed before hugging the barely shorter blonde. The teen laughed awkwardly and patted his friend on the back.
"Okay, I'm heading home then. See ya, Craig." He said before heading down the stairs and out the door.
Hi, I'm Matthew Williams. 17 years old, blonde, fair skinned, and I'm also an assassin.