Title: Double Zeros
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: America/England
Warnings: James Bond-esc Alternate Universe. England is a special agent from the UK, America from the CIA forced to team up together.
Rating: PG - PG-13

Summary: England and America, two special agents from Britain and America are forced to team up to take out one of the largest kingpins in eastern Asia.

"I'm Special Agent to her Majesty: England, nice to meet you." England was never more pleased to be able to lie so plainly through his teeth while flashing his perfect smile. When he had been given the assignment that he would be paired with an American CIA agent, he'd had his doubts but he had tried to keep his hopes up. He never had never been so wrong in hoping for the best.

The man, who'd introduced himself simply as 'America,' in some horrid bomber jacket worn over a slightly wrinkled (England hoped it was only from the long flight and not America's lack of fashion sense) dark blue suit that could use an update and with one of those little American flag pins on the lapel. To top it all off his bright blue eyes were behind simple frames with a huge hamburger sitting in one hand and the other shoved out for a very hard handshake that told England this man knew nothing of class.

"Well don'tcha look all fancy for a simple greeting. Going out on a date afterwards?" America gave him a little wink as he bit down on his burger and chew loudly. England scoffed in distaste.

"No, I do not have 'a date.' This is how I always dress. Obviously you don't know the first thing about dressing sharply."

"Eh?" America looked up at the other man than back down at his outfit, arms out. "I'm not dressed sharp? Well I couldn't keep the ladies off me on my way through the airport!" He laughed obnoxiously loud, winking at England again as he finished off his food and threw the wrapper haphazardly behind him.

"You are in the United Kingdom. I'd like it if you could at least try to keep it clean like you found it." He frowned deeply at the other man, running a hand down his neatly pressed dark-gray suit.

"Oh sorry!" America laughed once again, turning and throwing it perfectly into a near-by trash can and then turned back to England and hit him on the shoulder. "You shouldn't scowl so hard! You'll ruin that pretty little face of yours!" His voice boomed again as he moved past England, pushing his hands into his jacket pockets.

England turned, suddenly flushed and a little peeved. "Cute! Would you please refrain from calling me unnecessary names?!" He followed at America's heels.

"Haha! Oh these British agents are hilarious!" America turned around at him, smiling wildly and suck his tongue out before turning to look at England's car parked on the sidewalk and whistled. "Nice car!"

"Thank you." Pulling his keys of from his pocket as he twirls him on a finger and walks around to the drivers side of the car. "It's an Aston Martin. Lovely, isn't it?"

"It's a beaut!" America opens the passenger side as England starts the engine up and lets it run for a few minutes. "Oh yeah, she purrs really nice." America runs a hand over the dash board slowly, a calm smile on his face that takes England back for a few seconds.

He lets out a quick cough, gripping the steering wheel. "Let's go, or we'll be late."

"Right, right."

England sees another flash of white as he keeps his focus onto the road, driving them towards their destination.

France was sitting alone in a cafe as he waited to touch with England and his new, probably cute, little American partner. England had many partners in the past, though none of them seemed to last past a single mission. France had to wonder if those bushy eyebrows scared them all away, or it was England's general sour personality.

"Who are we tailing?" England slid quickly into the seat across from the Frenchmen. An amused smile spreading across France's face as he leaned forward on his elbow, choosing to ignore England for something much more appealing.

"And who might you be?" Making sure to make his accent thick, which was his 'best seducing tactic' in his humble opinion.

"Oh don't even start Frac-"

"Oh, nice to meetcha!" America pushed his hand out into France's surprised face, the older man blinking before smiling cooling and taking America's hand.

"Nice to meet you."

America smiled, sitting down beside an annoyed England as he started running his mouth. "Oh you're French? That's pretty cool! I love French food! And your tower is really cool and-"

"Enough, America." England quickly butted in, putting his hand roughly onto the table. "You can chit-chat with his freak later. Right now we have things a little more important to take care of."

"Oh yes, right, right." America nodded, getting serious for once. "So, the info we need it." England rolled his eyes, he'd already said that had the tall blond even bothered to listen to him but whatever-- at least he was finally acting his part.

"Hm~" France dug into his bag on the ground before sliding a photograph and folder towards the two agents. "His name is Eduard Von Bock, Estonia. He's been busy moving money around from various Swiss banks into into accounts all owned by a Ivan Braginski."

"Russia." England and America spoke in unison, faces serious.

"Yes, Russia. The man you've both been hired to take into custody. From the information I've gotten from my own agents; Russia has been the kingpin to the drug ring through the former USSR for quite some time now. Of course, he's been smart enough to be the owner of one of the companies that makes weapons for the military, so his connections are close to the government."

France slides two tickets on top of the photograph. "You'll both need to go to Switzerland where we've tracked Estonia to and get these bank account numbers from him."

"Got it." America picked up the items quickly, stuffing them into his bomber jacket.

"Oh and England." France gave a small pleading look, sitting back in his chair. "Try not to kill our leads, all right?"

"I'm just following orders. Not my fault some people die in the process." England stands quickly, giving America a glance to tell him the conversation is over.

"Ah, well. Nice talking with ya! This will all come in real handy!" The American gives another wink, running to catch up with his partner.

"So you're the agent that keep killing all to leads of Russia?" America asks, more amused than annoyed at the fact.

"They were all dead ends anyway." England walks them back to his chair, slipping on his sunglasses.

"Right~" America swings his hands behind his head, giving a cheeky smile.

"Just get in the bloody car!"

"Aye aye, captain!"