A/N: First fanfic! Yay! I'd love any feedback and constructive criticism. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any characters from Hetalia
Oh god, he's catching up! What should I do, what should I do?!
Tino frantically raced around corners, bumping into confused people as he tried to lose his pursuer. He silently cursed himself over and over for missing the target. What was wrong with him? He had perfect aim! He never failed his missions.
He glanced behind him and turned around a corner. He spotted a small alley and ducked into it. He shoved himself between a wall and a dumpster, praying that he and his backpack were small enough to fit in the cramped space and evade capture. He held his breath as he heard one set of footsteps come much too close to his hiding place. He must've hidden himself better than he thought, because after a minute or two of looking, the tall man looking for him turned and left.
Tino waited a few more minutes just to make sure that he was safe and breathed a sigh of relief as he slid out of his hiding place. He cautiously peered around the corner of the alley before stepping back onto the streets and heading 'home'.
On his walk back, he tried to come up with a good excuse about why he had failed his mission. He'd have to tell the rest of his team somehow. Then he'd have to go out and clean up his mess tomorrow, as long as they permitted him to. He grew increasingly worried with every step he took, and when he finally reached the entrance to his home, he didn't know if he could face anyone. He braced himself and opened the door.
"Uh, hi guys… how's everyone doing?" he said nervously. He was sure that everyone present could hear the shakiness in his voice.
"Hey Tino, are you alright?" one of his teammates, Matthew, asked with a concerned glance. Dammit, why did he have to be right?
"Um… well… ImsososorryIfailedmymission!" he blurted all at once. His face burned with shame, and he looked at the ground, avoiding his team's faces.
"Dude, Tino, it's alright, it's okay if you didn't kill him, don't be so upset" Matthew's brother, Alfred said with surprising tenderness in his voice. Tino looked at him and was surprised to see that he was serious.
"Really, you're not mad at me? You're gonna let me keep working?" Tino replied, shocked. Alfred looked at him, surprised.
"Dude, you really think we'd kick you off the team because of one mistake? Seriously, c'mon, everyone makes mistakes! Even Elizabeta!" He said, gesturing to one of the best people on their team.
"Pfft, no I do not," she replied before going back to cleaning one of her rifles.
"Oh really? I seem to recall a mission when you-" Alfred started in a teasing tone. Elizabeta's head whipped up and she glared at her teammate
"Okay that was ONE TIME! thought we agreed never to speak about it EVER AGAIN!" she shouted. Matthew looked back to Tino and rolled his eyes as the other two got into an argument, something that wasn't too uncommon for either one of them.
"See, Tino, it's alright. I've failed once or twice, and Alfred has too. I'm not sure about Kiku, but considering how long he's been in the business, I'm sure he has as well. We'll figure it all out. We might have to take him out a different way, bit it'll all work out." Matthew assured Tino.
"Thanks, Matthew." Tina replied with a small smile. He looked around, just realizing for the first time that the final member of their team was missing. "Hey, where is Kiku?" He inquired.
"Oh, he went out on his own mission a little bit ago. He should be back any minute now." As if on cue, the small japanese man walked in the door.
"Oh, hello Tino, I did not know you were back. How was your mission?" He asked
"Um… It didn't go very well," Tino replied, looking at the floor once again.
"I am sorry to hear that. Are you going after him again tomorrow?" His deep brown eyes nor his face showed any emotion at all upon hearing the news about the mission. Tino nodded in reply and retreated to his room, away from the still bickering pair in the the living room.
Once in his room, Tino slid his backpack off of his shoulders and opened the cabinet in the corner of his room. He unloaded his bag and put each of his various weapons, including his favorite sniper rifle in their specific places. He liked to keep his collection organized, incase he needed something specific quickly. He closed the door and sighed heavily as he flopped down onto his bed and opened up his laptop. His mission file was still on the screen from the last time he still used it. He looked it over again.
TARGET: BERWALD OXENSTIERNA; PLACE OF BIRTH: STOCKHOLM, SWEDEN; HEIGHT: 6FT; EYES: BLUE; HAIR: BLOND; FAMILY RELATIONS: UNKNOWN
Tino sighed and looked at the profile picture along with the brief description. He looked very stern and fierce. The look in his eyes made Tino uncomfortable even though it was only a picture. Tino would be happy when he completed his mission and didn't have to look at it ever again. He closed the computer and looked at his watch, surprised to find that it was close to 10:00. A sudden wave of exhaustion came over him as the day's events caught up with him and he decided to get some much needed rest.