A/N- Herro! Heh, I finally got inspiration to write a Hetalia story c: A few things before you begin. This story is rated T, but I might hop back and forth between the border of T and M. No, not because of the nasty stuff. It is a crime story so there might be some violence that doesn't belong in the T rating.. But I kinda doubt that. I can't write violence XD I'll give warnings when they're needed though just in case. So don't worry ^.^

Disclaimer- I DO NOT own Hetalia

Kay I think that's it :3 Enjoy it!

On the Run

Robin Greene's POV

The lights softly shined over the streets. The old radio hummed a soft classical piece. The people walking by seemed so calm, chatting and minding their own business. I twirled the sucker that I had in my mouth around before chomping down, splitting the cherry flavored sucker in half. I tossed the stick out, watching it get carried around by the wind before landing. I sighed to myself and watched the people yet again. A family or 3 walked right past the jewelry store. Such a sweet sight.

I was lost in thought when a beeping noise caught my attention. I perked up and looked at my watch. "That time already?" I asked myself, a smile involuntarily forming on my lips. A rush of adrenaline ran through my veins as I started up the Corvette. I pressed the button to make the roof retract. I sat back and watched the show.

Three…

Two…

One.

Crash! Brrrrrrrr!

An explosion of glass cut through the silence of the city. The alarm from the jewelry store alerted the civilians, causing them to take off like ants. A swift Asian took off full sped and headed straight to the car I was sitting in. I had one hand on the wheel and smirked at the sight. It never gets old. I thought to myself.

The Asian ran around to the passenger side of the convertible and leaped over the door, landing right into the seat. "You got it?" I asked her. "Yeah baby! Every last diamond that store owned!" Kimmy announced triumphantly. "That's my Asian!" I celebrated with her, running my fingers through the golden necklaces and other jewelry that filled the bag.

Just when I was enjoying myself, a flash of blue and red in the side view mirror caught my attention. Crap.

I turned around and sure enough, there were at least 5 police cars coming down the street. "Ugh, just when things were good!" I hissed, obviously flustered. I put the car in drive and skipped the seat belts all together. "Floor it!" Kimmy commanded. "No need to tell me twice." I rammed the gas pedal and the car sped forward, the wind running through our hair.

"Why must the cops always ruin our fun?" I asked. "They're jealous. They never get the chance to be free." Kimmy answered. I laughed and gradually increased my speed. One by one, the police cars chasing us disappeared out of sight- except for one.

"Great, he's tailgating us." I growled. "That's a first."

"Hmm…Hold on Kimmy. This could get dangerous." I warned her. "Alright! You go Robin!"

I increased my speed some more, being careful I don't lose control of the wheel. That would be the end of the both of us if that ever happened. And that wouldn't be fun now would it? The dang police car was still right behind us. I was beginning to get impatient with this one…

"Hang on." I told Kimmy. The first corner that I passed, I made my move. I jerked the steering wheel to the right, holding onto the wheel like it was my life. The Corvette gave out an unhealthy screech but went around he corner in one piece. The police car? Crashed right into a streetlight. Crumpled up like a piece of paper.

"Heh, too easy." I smirked. "Looks like we struck again Robin." Kimmy agreed. "Yep. Let's go home." I reduced my speed to a more manageable pace. The police are gone, so now we finally get to relax…Or at least that's what I thought.

I sped right passed the cars that were actually following the speed limit. I don't even pay attention to those metal signs anymore. That's right. I'm a rebel. We were literally down the street from our apartment when suddenly, "Look out!" My eyes widened at what I saw, and I slammed the breaks. The car barely screeched to a halt in time.

"You see what I see, right?" Kimmy asked me. I gulped and replied. "As much as I hate it. Yep." We stared at the figure right in front of us. Blue tie and a black suit jacket, he looked more like a business man, but with that golden badge on his chest, there was no doubt that he was a policeman.

Straddled over a motorbike he looked right at both of us."Evenings ladies." he greeted us, slightly smirking. I suddenly feel like cursing. But I won't. Not now at least.

He jumped over his bike, kicking the stand down, and proceeded towards us. He walked slowly towards us. He knew we couldn't do anything at that moment. He was having some fun with us. Gah, I hate it when cops do that.

He was right in front of our car. He placed a foot on the hood of our car, leaning forward, resting his head against his knee.

"Robin Greene and Kim Young. How about you two pretty ladies come with me downtown? I know you two have had it hard with the police, but I promise I won't bite." he said winking. Great…It's another one. "Psh, nice try." I told him, placing a hand on the gear shift.

"Hmm?"

I put the car back into drive and slammed the gas pedal. I don't have any sympathy towards the cops. They get in my way and ruin my fun. So why should I care about them? In a split second, he was gone. But he wasn't dead.

In fact, he was behind our car. WTF?

"Haha. Can't get rid of me that easily. I've get reflexes like a cat. Well, maybe not a cat." Of course not. They still get run over… I turned around and shot a glare at him. He was fixing his tie and looked as though he was calling in for backup.

"Fantastic. We come to New York for some more opportunities, and here we are busted by a cop." I groaned. I heard a faint snap in the background. "Out of the car ladies. Hands behind your head or up where I can see them." he demanded. We both groaned in unison and reluctantly pushed the doors opened. Both of my hands were up. Kimmy's were behind her head. "Let's go girls." I felt a slight push on my back, signaling me to walk forward. I rolled my eyes and proceed to the hood of the car. I knew what was coming next. It was the "harmless" pat down and the questions. Let's hope this one isn't a perv.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you…" he told me. Blah blah blah. After saying the all too familiar Miranda Warning to me, he said, "The name's Alfred Jones by the way." What do you want me to say now? Nice to meet you? Haha no. I don't do that. I just kept silence.

Alfred continued to pat me down. I tried to zone out to make it less awkward. I've been arrested way too many times to count, but the pat down still makes me feel so uncomfortable. "Do you have any weapons on you?" he asked. "You're the one patting me down. Go check." I snapped. Alfred stopped right on my sides, clearly waiting for an answer. I sighed. "No."

"Is this your car or is it stolen as well?" he continued to ask. "What do you think? Mine of course. With all that stuff we've stolen, we're practically billionaires." I said, smirking yet again. "Hm, that so?" Alfred mused.

Before I could say anymore, I saw those familiar flashing red and blue lights again. "Ahh, looks like my backup is here." Alfred announced. I groaned. "Oh, don't worry. You'll look good in the uniforms we've got." What I would do to punch him in the face right now…

And right when my fists were balled up, the clicking of the handcuffs sounded. "Ow!" I yelped. "Too tight? Too bad." Jerk…I thought you liked me.

I looked up and Kimmy was already getting her handcuffs on as well. "Let's go Greene." Alfred called, guiding me to the police car that arrive moments ago. He opened it for me and held onto me until I was in the car. He took one last look at me before slamming the car door.

I sighed and watched the other cops force Kimmy in as well. "Isn't this swell?" I asked, my tone soaked with sarcasm. "Shut it Greene. Let's see where that mouth of yours gets you in prison." the cop in the front yelled. I rolled my eyes again and looked out the window. Jones was right outside the window, and he was looking right at me. He gave me a triumphant smile before starting his motorbike. The humming of his bike was audible even in the police car. In one swift movement, he was riding past the car and guiding the police car to the police station.

Downtown, here we come.

A/n- Ta Da! :D Whatcha guys think? Is it worthy to become a series? You like it? Review and PM me if you want. I don't bite ^.^ Oh, and don't have to sign in to leave a review now. I turned that setting on :P Ha! Anyways, See you in the next chapter!