AN: Hello everyone! Hope you're having an awesome day today. So I've decided to try my hand at doing a female America. After much debate with a friend they said that it would be interesting to do a Nazi ball. I enjoy those stories so I decided, why not. Thus here we are! I'm not sure if this is going to be more that one chapter long. It was originally going to be a oneshot but it has room for more I suppose. We will have to see. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy it and have an awesome time. :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Amelia Jones looked out of the window in the backseat of the car. Berlin was quiet tonight. She looked away from the window and looked down at her lap. Bored she started fidgeting with her long red dress and then her silver jewelry.
After a moment of two of waiting she looked at the driver and asked. "Are we almost there?"
The driver nodded. "It's just around this corner." Amelia leaned back in the leather seat and sighed. Almost there. She gently touched her shoulder length curly hair, making sure not to mess it up. Her bangs were pinned back with ruby and crystal clips.
The black vehicle pulled up to a fancy marble building and stopped just in front of the steps the led up to its doors. Hundreds of cars were parked in front of the building. Amelia placed a white gloved hand on the door handle then turned to smile at the driver. "Show time." The driver returned her grin and she stepped out of the safety of the car. Once she closed the car door behind her the car drove off and wouldn't be back for four hours.
Lifting her dress she made her way up the white steps. Her silver heals clicking with each step. As she approached the door she smiled at the guard who didn't return it. "Name?" he asked. All work and no play with these guys.
Amelia continued to smile as she answered. "Cara Hertz."
The guard scanned his list and nodded when he saw her name. "Alright, Miss, you many go in."
Amelia gave him a small curtsy. "Thank you, sir." She walked past the guard and into the building. Just when she was about to enter through the doors she felt a pair of eyes on her. Turning slightly she glanced over her shoulder at the guard who let her in. Startled from being caught staring he quickly looked away pretending that he didn't look at all. She smirked at the guard's back and continued inside.
The ball was beautiful. People dressed in their best clothes or uniforms were mingling and dancing the night away. Tables with crystal decorations and pure white table cloth were placed outside of the dance floor. Behind them was another table, dressed in a similar way and held platters of expensive dishes for the partiers. Waiters wandered around the tables and crowds handing out drinks to those who had no or refilling the glasses of those who finished. Standing out among all of this were the bright red banners with the swastika.
Amelia observed the ball with a devious smile of her face. A large crowd… That will make my job easier. Putting on a more charming smile she made her way to the tables grabbing a sparkling glass of champagne along the way. She sat down and calmly observed that dance admiring the beautiful music and surroundings. Parties, I love it when my job requires me to attend one.
After a minute of watching the dance and drinking champagne a voice caught her attention "Excuse me, Miss," Amelia looked up and saw a man wearing a dress uniform, a Oberst judging by the decorations. "I happened to notice that you were alone and I was wondering if I could keep you company." He asked with a nervous smile. Amelia gave the kind man a look over. In one word she would describe him as average.
Returning his smile she replied. "I would love to spend time with you. I was getting a bit lonely, Mister….?" He can help me kill time while I wait.
The man grinned and quickly sat down. "Please, call me Hans."
"I'm Cara. Cara Hertz." They talked and danced once or twice. Laughing and enjoying them-selves. After a couple of hours Amelia looked at the clock and realized that it was time to make her move.
She gave Hans an apologetic smile and placed her hand on his. "I'm sorry Hans, but I have to leave to find my sister. I promised her that I would go find her at eleven." She gave his hand a pat and stood up.
Hans stared at her for a moment then quickly stood up as well. "Cara, I can go with you. Two pairs of eyes are better than one."
Amelia shook her head. "No, I can manage on my own. It's been a pleasure speaking with you."
She smiled at him and turned to walk away but he grabbed her hand. "What is this?" He asked. His voice was quiet but a bit bitter.
Amelia blinked. "What is what?"
Hans scowled at her. "This. You leaving suddenly. If you don't wish to spend time with me you just have to say so."
Amelia laughed a bit. "Honestly I just have to find my sister. It's not because I don't like you or anything," She tugged a bit but he wouldn't let go. That's when her smiled disappeared also. "But I think my opinion of you is sinking." I really hope I don't have to beat the shit out of this guy. I don't want to cause too much of a scene.
"You-!" Suddenly a black gloved hand reached out and grabbed Hans's wrists. He let out a gasp of pain and let go of Amelia. She looked to the new coming in shock. Amelia didn't even hear him approach. The stranger was a tall man with slicked back blond hair and pale blue eyes. His features were athletic, also a bit rugged, but handsome.
He glared at Hans. "That's enough I think," He let go of Hans who stumbled backwards hoping to put some distance between him and the man. Hans looked at the stranger, as if about to make a smart remark but then he froze. His eyes grew wide with panic. They stood there in silence for a moment before the man spoke up. "I think it's about time you should leave." Hans nodded and practically ran towards the door.
The stranger then turned towards Amelia and gave her a gentle smile. "Are you alright?"
Amelia nodded. "Yes I'm fine. Thank you for your help."
"It was no problem," Amelia looked down at what the man was wearing. It was a very nice black suit but nothing saying if he was a member of the military or not. "If… If it's not too much trouble though, as a thank you could you honor me with a dance?" The man asked. He stared at her with a soft nervous expression on his face.
Caught off guard Amelia stared back for a while before answering. "Um… I'm sorry, Sir, but I do have to find my sister."
"Ludwig and I meant before the night is over. Will you dance with me?" He asked again.
Amelia smiled at him. "Sure. I would love to, Ludwig."
The man returned her smile. "I look forward to it then."
Waving goodbye to the man Amelia made her way through the crowd. Of course she had no sister waiting for her but she had to get away. She had a schedule to keep after all. Amelia quickly entered the restroom. After checking to make sure it was empty she entered the large stall of the end and quickly checked the tiles. Soon she found the right one, a loose tile was tucked away into the corner. Squatting down, without ruining her dress, she gently pried it up. Underneath it was a bag and a black leather suit, combat boots and a mask that would cover all of her features. She smiled at the supplies. Thank you, Arthur.
Quickly undoing her dress she pulled it off and folded it neatly. She then pulled out the clothes and bag and replaced it with the dress. She slipped into the tight suit and put on the boats. Opening the bag she pulled out a camera and attached it to the belt of the suit along with two knives and a small pistol, just in case. Once she was ready she slipped the mask on and placed the tile back, effectively hiding her dress.
Amelia left the stall and approached the only window in the bathroom. Gently prying it open she looked out the window into the night. The window was on the second story. She glanced up wards. About four stories above her was her target: The office of a high ranking member of the Nazi party. Amelia smirked to herself. This is going to be fun.
She climbed out the window and began her climb, but not before closing the bathroom window with her foot. Carefully and quietly she made her way up the side of the building. One story, two stories, three stories, four, Amelia smiled. Here we are. She hoisted herself up and looked through the window. The office was neat, extremely neat. There were no guards or cameras in the room but through the door cracks, she could see the shadows of two guards standing on the other side of the door. Pulling out a wire from her left pocket she slipped it into the hole on the outside of the window. She sighed; this is always the worst part. Amelia started picking the lock waiting eagerly for the click that would signal her success. She didn't have to wait long. Smiling she slowly opened the window and climbed in.
She landed softly on the floor of the office and immediately went to work picking the locks on the desk drawers. One by one they opened and each time she carefully took out the contents and spread the documents on the desk. Amelia tried to take pictures of the pages as quietly as she could. After each picture she would look up to see if the guards stirred in any way.
She was about to open the last drawer when she heard the sound of boots in the hallway. She looked up and eyed the door. Please don't come in here. No such luck. The shadow stopped outside of the office. Scrambling her hooked the camera onto her belt and made her way back out the window. She closed it behind her and quickly made her way down the wall and back to the restroom.
Once inside the restroom she quickly headed back inside the stall and changed. Once she was back in her dress she lifted it up and tied a strap to her thigh with a pouch attached. She popped open the camera, took out the film, and slipped it into the pouch. After everything was piled back into the hidden compartment she headed out of the stall. Before she returned to the party she stopped and looked in the mirror. Yup, everything looked great. Like always. She smiled.
As she reentered the ball the first thing she noticed was that the guards were not in a panic. I guess that it was a false alarm. She shrugged. I have enough film anyways. With that she made her way through the crowd and to the exit.
On her way something caught her eye. Ludwig was standing next to a couple of officers drinking a glass of champagne. He looked a bit bored and tired with the ball. She studied him with her sky blue eyes for a moment then glanced back towards the exit. Amelia grinned and started heading towards him. It couldn't hurt and besides, no one should be bored during a party.
She fearlessly approached the group and tapped Ludwig on his shoulder. He turned to her, surprised then smiled. Amelia returned his smile and stated. "I'm here for my dance."
"O-Of course." Ludwig handed his glass to one of the other officers and took her hand. Smiling he led her to the dance floor and got ready to waltz.
Soon they were dancing and spinning with the other party goers. "Did you find your sister?" Ludwig asked once they started.
Amelia put on a fake frown. "Not exactly, I spent all that time looking for her only to have one of her friends tell me that she went home already. She could have at least told me." She added with a pout.
Ludwig gave her a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry to hear that."
Amelia gave him a charming smile. "Well at least I was able to dance with you." And she meant it.
A slight pink tint appeared on Ludwig's cheeks. "Y-Yes, I'm glad I was able to dance with you as well. I-I never caught your name," Amelia was just about to answer when a man came over an interrupted their dance. Ludwig frowned at him for a moment then sighed as the man whispered something in his ear. He gave Amelia an apologetic look. "I'm sorry but I am needed somewhere else for the moment."
Feeling a bit disappointed Amelia gave him a small smile. "Alright." Ludwig returned the smile half-heartedly and disappeared into the crowd. Amelia watched him go feeling a bit dejected. What bad timing. Frowning she headed towards the exit where she knew where her car was waiting.
"Welcome back," Greeted the driver as she got in. "Did it go well?"
Amelia smiled at him. "Was there any doubt?" She reached under her dress and pulled out the film.
Amelia handed it to the smiling driver who put it in his chest pocket. "I never doubted you for a second. I know better than that." With that he started the car and they drove off into the night.
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Ludwig returned from his office about a half hour later. Someone had the gall to break into his office when the building was full of military personnel. He sighed and ran a hand through his blonde hair. Whoever they were ruined his papers and invaded his privacy. Ludwig thought back to the girl he was dancing with and spent the rest of the night searching for her. She was nowhere to be found.
"I do not even know her name." he muttered to himself. His heart felt heavy at the thought of never seeing her again and spent the rest of the night thinking about her.