World Operatives of Nations 10/15/2011

The next thing I know before drinking my tea, I was knocked out cold.

I woke up in a gray, old warehouse; it wasn't as filthy as I've imagined. I was tied up to a chair with chains. Dammit, why not ropes? I mean its cliché but it's in every British spy movie. Okay, first of all, I remembered I was drinking tea and then…I ended up here.

The cold, steel chains were tight on me; it was pressing against my bare arms and clothed body (Thank god, I wasn't stripped -_-'). In front of me was a balcony overlooking the whole room and myself. This place would fit guests for the Queen's ball. Cold air blew past me coming from the vents.

"'ELLO?" I spoke and my voice bounced off the walls. I repeated again and grew impatient. "HELLO? HELLO? HEEELLLOOO?"

"Shut it!" a voice snapped. On the ceiling on top of the balcony was an intercom. Oh great, did I end up in a prison? That's preposterous! I had never done a single crime in the 19 years I've lived.

"Who the hell are you?" I questioned the voice.

"Veh~, don't be so mean, Doitsu." A happy, cheerful person said. I sighed and waited for my answer as the two voices had a playful argument whether to be mean to me or not.

"Don't you talk to my fratello*, BASTARD!" a loud, bad-mouthed voice boomed.

"Ah, gome'nasai*, Arthur-san." This time, the fourth voice was calm and soft. I could tell the voice obviously was a Japanese citizen judging by his way of using honorifics. "Please excuse Feliciano-san, Rovino-san, and Rudwig-san, it has been a stressful day."

"Get your Ls right*, you Japanese…" the bad-mouthed one mentioned.

"Can you please answer my question…?" I grumbled.

The Japanese cleared his throat. "Of course." Right after a second, a projector (When did that come from?) lit up and a screen was automatically pulled down from the ceiling. The projector showed an image of four young men. One was Italian with an odd curl, the second one had blond hair that was pulled back, the third looked identical to the first but his curl was on a different side and was much more older, and the fourth had black silky hair arranged into a bowl haircut. The four, I could tell, was of different ethnicities.

"Hallo, Herr Kirkland…I am Ludwig Beilschmidt, from Berlin, Germany," the said blond introduced himself.

"Feliciano Vargas, from Rome, Italy~," the first Italian said.

"Lovino Vargas…Milan, Italy" the second Italian followed.

"Kiku Honda"-

"CAR BRAND!" a voice from the background hollered causing Kiku to stop abruptly.

"-From Tokyo, Japan," he finished, trying to ignore the insult.

I looked at the four of them. What a weird bunch…Questions in my head popped up: Where am I? You had introduced yourselves, but WHO are you exactly? Terrorists? And…why the fuck did you capture me…? Oh there was more, I thought it would be too much for them to handle. I inquired them directly.

"Good questions…" Kiku muttered.

The other three exchanged quick glances. Feliciano pulled out a bowl of steaming ravioli randomly from a microwave behind him (The heck…). His twin grabbed two forks and they dug in to their delish delicacy. Just seeing them eat made my stomach grumble. LOUD. "We must show you where you are exactly at," Ludwig answered.

Kiku pulled out a black, sleek remote, pointed it at me, and pressed two buttons at the same time. The chains (Which were getting tighter by the minutes) collapsed and fell to the floor. In front of me, a door that I didn't know that existed opened upright. I stood up for the fist times in hours and stretched my limbs. "Please continue…just go straight to that door. Good luck," Kiku said and just in seconds, the projector died and the screen immediately went back to the ceiling.

"Whatever I'm going to do…take a risk," I said to myself and breathe heavily. I sauntered to the doorway and entered the long, dark corridor only lit with florescent lights. I continued and the door behind me shut itself that no light seeped from the previous room. Surprisingly…there was elevator music. And it was Jazz. This is getting weird.

The more steps I took, the more I was getting impatient. When I meant long, I wasn't kidding. I felt like I was actually walking in a refurbished tunnel. I longed for my cellular telephone (Gosh, stop using that old word. It's the 21st century for crying out loud) and wanted to call a friend of mine in Asia. I had it in my pocket, but I guess they confiscated it while I was unconscious.

Suddenly, I wasn't paying attention to anything and bumped on a wall. Oh great, a dead end. How was this day going to get better? I groaned and my thick brows met at the middle. Then, a projected screen popped up. "Welcome," a feminine robotic voice greeted me. I yelped.

"Full name please?"

I bit my lower lip. "Arthur Kirkland."

"Thank you, sir. I shall perform an optic scan," the robotic voice said. An orb in front of me glowed green and the voice had told me not to blink. After that, it asked me for a hand scan. I did so. "Thank you." Beeping noises sounded and the screen showed the robot calculating me. "Name: Arthur Kirkland. Age: 19. Ethnicity: British. Hometown: London, England. Schools: Royal British Academy, Cambridge University. Family: Unknown."

I felt tears forming. Of course I was abandoned. Ever since I was a child. But thankfully, I was taken in by the Royal British Academy. How? The orphanage I grew up sent me to that school. With good grades and a star in Rugby, Football (Soccer for you, Americans), and Fencing, I got in to Cambridge. I study there now.

"You may enter to the Bureau," the robot said. The wall opened likewise and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The room was twice as big. It was filled with gadgets and high tech computers. Around the room were people roaming and talking business. In the middle of the room, there was a crest that looked like the UN's. The only difference was it showed the WHOLE world.

I entered and no eye contact was formed. I was unnoticeable (Well I was sexy so WHY?). "Um excuse me"-

"Don't you see I'm going on a mission in NASA? Excuse me!" A person with short, choppy blond hair yelled at me. Rude.

"Ah, big brother, wait for me!" This time it was a little girl who looked somewhat 15 and was chasing after her brother. "Vash!"

"Hurry up, Lilly. We need to get on that jet in 50 seconds!" Vash said.

A mission to NASA? That's in the states! And this mission was assigned to a girl who looked so timid and under aged and a boy who looked like he was going to pull out a gun? Where in London am I? The two raced off to an open doorway and there was the entrance of the jet.

I'm scared, I thought to myself.

The super computer up on a balcony went blank for a second and there showed the same four people. "ATTENTION!" Ludwig screamed. I think being loud is his hobby. "Please show resepect to our new recruit. And Vash…"

"I DON'T HAVE TIME RIGHT NOW!" Vash replied back and the jet doors sealed shut and the door way did the same do prevent the sound of a powerful jet make our ears bleed.

Ludwig sighed and rolled his eyes. "I welcome Arthur Kirland. The new recruit for the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland." Everyone surprisingly clapped and cheered. What happened to the previous representative? "You have no idea what these people work for, am I correct?"

I shook my head.

"Well that's obvious, BASTARD," Lovino snarled at Ludwig.

"LOVINO! Papa Antonio has missed you," a Spanish man said. Lovino only sent a death glare at him but Antonio seemed to ignore it.

"Arthur-san. You are accepted to the World Operative of Nations. Or W.O.N," Kiku explained.

I gasped. The name was familiar. "I sent no sort of application! I thought this was just an urban spy"-

"Well shut your mouth! This agency is almost awesome as me! Right, Bruder*?" A silver haired and red eyed man butted in. He looked like an albino.

Ludwig rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Gilbert…Halt die klappe*!" He said in his native tongue. "Anyways, I know you didn't send an application. No one can get in the Agency just by sending some letter or anything. People are hand picked. Only the present agents and I can do that."

"Will someone tour him around the Bureau, please? Arigato. Arthur-san, we shall leave for now. We have business to deal with immediately," Kiku said and the super computer changed back to its previous desktop screensaver (It was a unicorn pooping Skittles T_T).

"Okay, I'll show this guy around!" Gilbert declared and ran to me. He was dressed in normal street clothing. I guess spies have to blend in crowds. "The names Gilbert Beilschmidt. The AWESOME spy of this agency."

"Hey! I thought I WAS going to show that damn Brit around!" an American guy showed up. He had sandy blond hair with a cowlick hairstyle and had on glasses. "I'm Alfred. Alfred F. Jones."

"Please, don't do a James Bond imitation," I mentioned to him. I had to admit, it was a failed attempt. He handed me a white binder. "What's this for?"

"It's a binder which shows all the spies from each nation/country of the world. Just remember, there's only one from each," Alfred explained. "You're going to need it to remember everyone. They'll pull out guns and daggers if you have no idea who they are. Got that?"

I nodded. Firstly… I WAS A SPY! Not the kind that platypus was (Although I DID see one. It's not aqua-green…). I was a real spy. The one who saves the world and fights of evil. Only this time, it's not magic. More with modern weapons, not wands. "So…can you please show me around? I'm hoping to see laser guns," I said to the two.

A/N: Thank you! This is my first non-shot story. Please REVIEW as well or no Sniper guns and jets for Arthur~ Nah, I'm not threatening you. For Gods sakes, JUST DO IT.

The OCs will eventually show up! Especially Philippines, the Romania twins, and Mongolia. If you want an OC to include in this story, you are free to PM me or just send it via Review. I will gladly take them, but meh and Arthur has to approve ;D But I'm positive I'll include them

And REMEMBER: I'M ONLY TAKING 4-6. I apologize, really. But I can't control over a hundred OCs, that's just too much :( Thank you for understanding. ALSO: ACTUALLY REVIEW MY STORY, NOT JUST SEND ME YOUR OC. I appreciate Reviews. I'm not kidding, though.

Do it like this-

Name:

Country Representing : (Include city)

Age:

Physical Appearance:

Characteristics:

Pairing: (Sorry, China, Turkey, Greece, America, and England are taken. There's other cute agents out there!)

Weapon of Choice:

Weakness:

Rival:

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P.S I don't know if the Academy Arthur went to is actually real XD

~Alice

Translations:

Fratello (Italian): "Brother"

Gome'nasai (Japanese): "My apologies"

Get your L's Right: Japanese people pronounce Ls into Rs, stereotypically. Asians rule :D –is one-

Bruder (German): "Brother"

Halt die klappe (German): "Shut up"