Alright, let's see if I can handle a gender-crossed Russia in a fanfic... If you want a visual on Female!Russia, I've got a link to the offical drawing done of (her?)him on my profile.
I don't own Hetalia, NYC, or a limousine.
Alfred Jones hated limousines.
Years ago when the limousine first hit the roads, sure, they were awesome. It was the car to drive in for anyone who was anyone, and still is. But, as the initial shock wore off, Alfred found them lonely. When it's just him and the driver there's not much conversation going on. After a long day of preventing government mishaps and working on paper work, he wanted someone to talk to. Limos, no matter how cool, couldn't give that sense of closeness like a normal taxi could.
The New York sky rained. Night settled in hours ago, and as Alfred walked out of the government building to the waiting Limo, he glanced up at the sky. Clouds. Raindrops on his glasses. He thought about the space book he had on his coffee table in his apartment. It was late September so which constellations scattered the skies? Alfred huffed, his mind a blank. If he could see the sky he could find them quite easily but the freakin' clouds…
Alfred slid into the Limo and watched the scenery slide by as the limo speeded off. Fall in New York City could be beautiful. The trees dotted the city with vibrant reds, yellows, and oranges. The picture was relaxing. Every fall he rented out a government helicopter just to see it. The scene helping Alfred calm down before the big holiday rushes. But now, NYC looked like one big oil slick. Wet, dark, and cold. The rain gave it a slimy, oily look that made Alfred a little nauseous if he thought about it too long.
That was all there was to stare at. Oily New York, pitch black limo interior flickering with the streetlights, and the driver who was too far away to hear Alfred try to talk to him.
Alfred pressed his forehead against the window, melting the condensation with his body heat. They passed an alley.
He saw a gang fight.
Or at least that's what he thought it was. He only saw the alley for a second but it was for sure some sort of gang related activity.
And a woman.
Unlike the prostitutes or other women of ill repute that tended to hang out in dark alleys, this one wore something that covered more than what was legally required. America's Hero Sense kicked in. Why was a supposed normal woman with gangsters? In a dark alley? In the rain? In New York?
"STOP THE LIMO!!!!" Shocked, the driver brought the vehicle to a halt.
"Mr. Jones?" Alfred was busy rolling the window down.
"Not now! Gotta go save that lady!" Alfred jumped out of the limo through the window and took off to the alley.
The driver sighed. "Not again."
*.*.*.*
Rain water soaked Alfred's shoes and dampened his jacket. He ran as fast as his inhuman legs could go. Luckily the rain had died down to a drizzle, fog rising up to blot out the already cloudy sky. Ducking into the alleyway he saw in the limo, he noticed he was right.
Four gangsters. Bandanas covered their faces. Three of which had guns while the other, the one who looked most like the boss of the group, held a knife. His gun was probably concealed somewhere. Three of the gangsters turned and looked at him. They glared, and Alfred wished he had brought his gun with him.
His gun. In his suitcase. In the Limo.
Dang it.
Alfred looked toward the back of the alley were the boss stood, facing the woman he saw earlier. She was hidden in shadow but he could tell she was looking at the boss.
"Hey!" Alfred called out. He'd use his strength if necessary, no need to worry about the small fries. Time for the boss!
Said gangster leader turned around slowly and promptly fell flat on his face. Dark red liquid dripped off his temple. The other gangsters cried out and ran towards the woman in the shadows.
"Wait!" Alfred's voice didn't affect them. One of them knelt down by their boss while the others aimed and shot at the darkness. Alfred watched as they fired a full three rounds of bullets. The shots hurt his ears. His hands reached up to save his ear buds. Horrified, Alfred expected to hear a blood churning scream of the woman he failed to save.
It never came. The gangsters, in a fit of rage, used up all of their bullets. Someone spoke in a soft voice, dripping with a dark undertone. Alfred didn't understand what was said. One of the gangsters grabbed a nearby broken beer bottle and walked into the shadows.
A scream.
The gangster went flying and, comically in Alfred's opinion, landed in a dumpster. The other two gangsters watched and turned back to the shadows, both of them afraid to venture closer. With the mist from the rain blazing behind her, the woman dashed out at impossible speeds, out of the shadows, and decked the left gangster on the head with a bloody faucet pipe. The right most gangster lashed out at her and she dodged, skillfully. She struck him in the arm and the empty gun fell out of his hand.
Alfred watched her. The fog was too strong to see what all was happening. He no longer was afraid, rather excited. This lady could kick some serious butt! She moved with the skill of an expert fighter, someone who had been in a real brawl many times before. Her steps were sometimes backtracked but for the most part she moved with grace and agility Alfred had not seen outside of a professional dance routine.
The last two gangsters eventually met their match, face down on the cold alley pavement.
The woman took a deep steadying breath and hoisted the three remaining bodies into the dumpster with the first. She then dusted her hands on her dress and looked up.
She looked Alfred right in the eyes and gasped.
"Oh! Hey! Uh…." Alfred put his hands up, showing he meant no harm done. She looked terrified.
"That was some show!" Alfred put on his best hero smile and gave a thumbs up. The woman worriedly looked at him. "That was awesome how you beat them!" He walked closer to her and offered his hand.
"I'm-"
"America."
Alfred froze. How did she know he was-
"AHAHAHA!!! America? Who names their kid America?" Nice cover up, Jones. "I'm Alfred."
She didn't say anything.
"So…" Alfred was beginning to feel uncomfortable. "Do ya need any…uh…help at all? It's why I'm here."
The lady seemed to think it over. As she thought Alfred noticed she looked about as old as he looked, maybe a little older. Mid-twenties at most. She wore an old-time-y blue dress and simple flat shoes. A scarf draped her shoulders. Her hair was a little longer than shoulder length and was a weird blonde, platinum, and brunette mix he knew he saw somewhere before…
"Da. I need to go somewhere."
Da? "Okay, sure. I can give you a ride." Alfred walked a little back out of the alley. "Limo's this way."
She hesitated a moment before following him out of the alley. The limo was parked right by the entrance, partially blocking traffic. Alfred opened the door for her but she walked around on got in on the other side. She still held the bloody pipe in her hands as they drove off.
Flash after flash of streetlight. Block after block of oily New York and awkward silence in the car. So much for conversation tonight.
"So, where are we dropping you off at?" Please talk to me.
"The Russian Embassy."
"Huh?"
She threw him a glare. "The Russian Consulate. The one here in New York."
"Oh, there."
Silence.
"You from Russia?"
"I do not wish to speak."
"Cool, cool." That bloody pipe unnerved him. It filled the limo with a metallic smell that made his head hurt.
After fifteen minutes of dead silence they arrived at the Consulate. Before the Limo was even completely stopped, the woman opened the door and stepped out.
"Anything else I can do for ya?"
She shook her head. "Nyet."
"Okay…then. See ya?"
"Hopefully not."
Alfred rubbed the back of his head and signaled the driver to pull away.
The woman watched the sleek black limo speed off, oily as the city itself.
"America…You must not know."
Kinda gave away at the beginning who the woman was huh? XD
Not really shippy as of yet but give it time. Let's see what happens in Chapter 2!
If you have a moment a review would be nice! ^_^