Sherlock Ivan and Watson Yao
:China x Russia:
It was another ordinary day for Sherlock Ivan and his trusty companion Watson Yao to spend their time together fighting crime and bringing justice.
Today, the duo had just come across a robbery at a nearby local bank and decided to stop it. After observing carefully at the way the robber moved around the interior (with a gun held poised and ready to shoot at any living creature), the most brilliant Sherlock Ivan had whisked his companion a distance from the back opening; shushing him from any loud remarks the Asian man have made when he realized the taller man had grabbed him by his hand.
"Watson Yao, I think I have an idea." Sherlock Ivan smiled widely. "It is a very, very good idea." Watson Yao, whose face was still red from the little hand-holding incident, simply glowered at the taller man.
"Oh? Let's hear it then."
"That's what I'd like to hear from you!" Sherlock Ivan clasped his hands together in excitement. "Well, first I would like to-"
"YOUR IDEA SUCKS, ARU." Watson Yao cut in, crossing his arms. The smile on Sherlock Ivan's face didn't falter. Nope, not even a single bit.
"Eh? But Watson Yao, I didn't even get to tell you what my idea is."
"It's simple," The Asian man pushed up the black sunglasses up his nose importantly. He is Sherlock's trusty companion after all. "You probably thought that it would be safe to march directly into the building unarmed and see if we can knock the robber out without getting shot." The Russian's expression fell.
"...It isn't a good idea, right?" Watson Yao shook his head. "Then what are we supposed to do?"
"Hmm..." The Asian man hummed in thought. "I say we go throw something at the robber to knock him out and traipse into the building. I'll go evacuate the people while you make sure the robber didn't touch the vault. Before the police get here, we crack the vault open, take the money and make a run for it."
The smile on Ivan's face went wider at his companion's suggestion as he clamped a hand on the thinner man's shoulder. "Excellent idea, Watson Yao. We shall commence the plan immediately."
As expected, Watson Yao's plan was flawless.
By the time the policemen had arrived, they found the bank empty of people...except for an unconscious man lying on his stomach with a bloodied, bent faucet pipe beside him (and a gun lying approximately fifteen meters away). Half of the money in the vault was missing and the policemen were baffled to find the security cameras magically cut off (even though they captured the robber's entrance to the building). However, two policemen knew very well who the culprits were.
"...Bloody Hell. Even when they call themselves 'heroes and defenders of justice', they are the ones classified as villains. They catch the criminal but they always take something for compensation...and that's usually ten times the amount the original criminal intended to take."
"That's why you don't trust Commies. Heroes obviously should get all the girls and delicious food for their work!" Alfred piped up while munching on a strawberry-frosted donut.
"One more word from you and I'll revoke the six dozen donuts I bought for you." Arthur snapped at the taller blond. "Also, one of them isn't Communist anymore, you twat."
The Briton watched the other policemen take the robber away before proceeding to face-palm in frustration.
"...Never ask Sherlock Ivan and Watson Yao to do our work again."