It was a Thursday morning, in June, when Alfred heard his alarm beep through his house. His hand reached over slamming down to hit the button that had annoyed him so. It was time for him to get back in the work force since his accident. About a month ago he had been shot in his left shoulder, and was put out of his job for a month.
His crystal blue eyes traced over the posters hanging on his walls. One of posters being of his favorite superhero, Captain America, seemed to have pulled on the tak that attached it into the wall. Causing the poster to look like it was closing in on itself, though Alfred knew he could just fix it later. With a loud sigh coming from his mouth, he forced himself out of the bed walking over to the bathroom. He ignored his glasses which sat motionless on his bedside table, as he shut the door behind him.
He glanced over at his reflection blue eyes staring blankly back at him, his dirty blonde hair was sticking straight up in some areas. His pale fingers ran through his hair trying to push it down only to have it defy his orders and come back up. He rolled his eyes stretching the muscles in his arms, and legs. His hands grasped the end of his shirt pulling it over his head exposing his chest, then let the piece of clothing fall to the ground. Bare feet hit the solid tile as he dropped his boxers before stepping into the shower. A loud yawn escaped from his mouth as he reached over turning on the water for the shower. When freezing cold water softly touched his bare back, he let out a surprised yelp. "Oh man wrong knob." He muttered turning the other knob.
Soon he was done with the shower and was opening his closest. Clothes hung down from the hooks they were placed upon, he soon spotted his blue outfit. He grinned brightly taking the outfit and walking over to his bed, throwing the outfit onto it. He then chuckled seeing he was getting a phone call from his friend, or more of his older brother. They weren't related, but Arthur sort of reminded Alfred of a mother. Which was great since Alfred didn't have a mother growing up, only his brother and his father.
He slid the green little phone thingie, he wasn't sure what it was really called, to the edge of the screen. He then held his phone to his ear tilting his head to the side to hold the fragile electronic between his head and his shoulder. "Hello, Alfred the greatest hero alive answering." He could feel a grin tugging at his lips as he heard a British voice reply with what sounded like an annoyed sigh.
"Seriously Alfred," came the voice from the other side. "Do you always have to answer like that? I mean you should know th-"
"Is there something I can help you with Arthur?" Alfred quickly interrupted not wanting to get lectured today. It was his first day back and he seriously just wanted to get to work without any trouble.
"Oh yes, I justed wanted you to know you're one the case for a man named Ivan Braginsky, however we are going out to get him today. I want you to stay back, and not take him on. He's just a hacker, but still he could be dangerous and seriously hurt you." Arthur said his voice had a demanding sort of tone in it which annoyed the American a bit.
"Dude no way! I'm going today because it's my first time back. I don't want to be stuck in some stupid office, I want to actually arrest someone!" He whined loudly into the phone, pouting slightly as he said it.
"Alfred this honestly isn't the time for your childish ways," Arthur retorted rather quickly to the American.
"Arthur look I'm going to make the arrest today, and you can't stop me. So no, I won't listen to you. Now bye," WIth that he pulled the phone away and hit the end call button with a sigh. He hated this, that and the fact that he had was being fussed over. It wasn't exactly like he was wanting to get shot, but it was healed by now. Sure it ached at times but it was completely fine!
After he had gotten dressed, eaten, brushed his teeth, and found his glasses he headed out. He whistled a small tune that he had found pretty catchy, calle 'Blank Space.' by Taylor Swift. It was a good song, but it was more meant for females, not that he cared. He simply enjoyed the song a lot.
After driving through such horrible traffic he finally made it to the police station. He pushed open the door and stepped out stretching a bit as he yawned. He couldn't believe that he was being put on the field his first day back, it was so exciting.
He shook the excitement out of his body before stepping in, his shoes having a small squeak to them as he walked in. It was great to be back, he had never been so happy to be back at work. But after days of doing nothing, but lounging around he had grown bored. He only did paperwork, and that was for stupid things, like someone being arrested for being drunk while driving. Sure it was important, but Alfred so preferred being on the field.
He earned some looks from the fellow officers who just looked back down, til he reached one who had bushy eyebrow, beautiful emerald eyes, pale skin, and golden blonde hair. He had his arms folded over his chest, his lips were pulled downward into a frown. Alfred sighed as he walked over looking down at his fellow officer. "G'day Arthur, and what has gotten you in such a bad mood this early in the mornin', if I may ask."
"Don't you play dumb with me Jones," Arthur hissed out his eyes narrowing quite a bit now. Alfred sighed and shook his head, Arthur only ever used his last name if he was super angry. And an angry Brit was not something Alfred liked to deal with.
"Look I'm sorry, don't get mad at me. Besides he's just some hacker. He probably doesn't know we're coming for him. And hacks rarely have guns, and if they do they're a lousy shot. Besides they're small, and easy to take care of." Alfred quickly started to name reasons of why this wasn't such a bad idea. It seemed to have worked because Arthur nodded once and closed his eyes.
"Fine, but if anything goes wrong," Alfred opened his mouth to object, but Arthur raised his hand to silence him. "I said if anything goes wrong, then pull out immediately. Alfred I don't want you to get hurt, you know Matthew needs you." Those words had gotten through to the American as he tensed up before looking away.
"Yeah fine whatever, just...just don't say that again. Matthew is fine, and we both know it," He muttered out before turning and heading back outside. He heard the jingle of metal clinking together. "Oh come on Arthur, I think I should get to drive. You always get to drive a-"
"Alfred I always drive, that is our rule. Besides if we let you drive then you would give the criminal time to escape." The Brit quickly stopped the whine coming from the American as he opened the door. He just didn't want to actually hear anymore complaints.
A sigh came from the blonde as he got in the passenger side shaking his head, and muttering under his breath. He then leaned his head against the cool glass, before closing his eyes. He knew it would be a silent trip on the way there, but on the way back it would be loud. Mostly from the one they arrested yelling at them from the back seat of the car. Finally after what seemed to be forever, darkness crowded his vision.
Alfred groaned out as he felt a push and pull on his shoulder, causing his eyes to slowly open. He then glanced over to the cause of it. It was of course the only person who was in the car. "This is another reason why you can't drive. You fall asleep to easy."
"I only actually sleep in the car when riding, so get your information checked," He looked back seeing about three other police cars, causing him to roll his eyes. Forcing himself to sit up, and yawn. His hand reached up quickly adjusting the glasses that sat upon his face.
"Alright here is the plan you twat, first we move in with everyone, then we bust in there." Arthur grumbled, he had simplified it a lot thanks to Alfred, who shook his head. He always thought those plans were to plain and simple. They never had anything fun happen, but maybe that's why Arthur chose it. He didn't want Alfred to get hurt which filled the American with irritation.
"Or instead of having the murder of a completely harmless door, we knock, he answers, we arrest. It is that simple," Alfred shrugged knowing it sounded great in his head, but it probably wouldn't work. Well it should work, usually the bad guy never expected to hear a knock at the door. Well in movies the police would yell out loudly that they were there. He never once did that, it always gave away the one thing that was badly needed, the element of surprise.
"Alfred no, that isn't going to work at all, now stick to th-" Arthur had quickly stated his eyes glancing to the others.
"Yeah I'm heading up." He had made up his mind as he slammed his door closed, so he could at least muffle the sounds of British cursing. He waved at two of the other officers to come over, which they did. One was named Mason, which Alfred liked a lot. He could follow orders and shut his mouth when needed to. "Ok here's the plan, we knock, he answers, we arrest. Now are there any questions at all?" Mason looked liked he wanted to say something, but he only shook his head.
With a grin now spreading across his face, he spared a glance to the apartments. He already knew that they were heading to the apartment on the top of the stairs, which was a great place. There was only one exit, and if he tried to run he would be shot at. Alfred nodded before nodding his head towards the stairs. The two nodded and they drifted up the stairs. Their feet barely making any sounds besides the squeak of the staircase.
After a moment, they reached to top and Alfred's fingers slowly curled into a tight fist. He raised his hand before bringing his closed hand over, and beats on the door. The only noise heard was a loud thud which was caused by Alfred's fist. He stared at the door for a few minutes, or seconds, he didn't keep time before banging on the door once again. This time he heard a muffled, "One minute" come from the other side. He let out a deep breath before popping his knuckles, the show was beginning and Alfred was ready.
The door swung open, with a protesting creak sounding from the hinges. And the wooden door was replaced with a body that was tall, Alfred stared blankly at a chin for a moment before tilting his head upward. The first thing he had taken notice to was the huge nose that placed itself comfortable on the man's face. He then noticed the grayish blonde hair which looked pretty neat compared to Arthur's crazy mop of hair. The next thing were purple eyes, that had curious look in them.
"Da? Can I help you?" Came a thick Russian accent, causing him to blink a few times. Of all the things it actually had to be, it was a Russian. That would add more fuel to the fire between Americans and Russians.
"Yes Ivan Braginski?" Alfred looked over at the clipboard Mason was holding, before reaching over and taking it.
"It's Braginsky," The Russian responded after a moment of silence, his eyes filled with annoyance at having to correct the man. Alfred didn't seem to notice, or to care. He just wanted to get this job over with and get to the hospital to visit Matthew.
"Right. You're under arrest for hacking into secret government websites." Alfred read through the script before seeing a completely confused face. He hated those confused looks more than anything. It made him always believe the man, or woman, in front of him was completely innocent. But it was never as bad as when the person bawled their eyes out in front of him. Now that made him feel like a piece of shit right there.
"Arrested?" He asked blinking a few times, making Alfred feel bad about that. He wasn't so sure that this was the guy, maybe they got the wrong address or something.
"Ah, well this is boring. I thought we were going to arrest some mafia boss with a lot of body guards." Alfred joked out, before slamming the clipboard back into Masons chest.
"Mr. Jones! Please take this matter more seriously, this man is evil! He needs to be arrested right now!" Alfred rolled his eyes, this is why you didn't take newbies on the field. Everyone was evil to them, and it annoyed Alfred quite a bit.
"But this guy can't be it, just look at him. He's just so...plain. I mean he doesn't even look like he knows a thing about hacking!" Alfred raised his arms in a slight fit, but he then pulled out his handcuffs, that flashed brightly in the sunlight. "I'm highly against arresting an innocent man, but it's written against you on the papers. So, are you going to give us an easy time, or will it be a rough time. It's all up to you." He stared at the Russian with a straight face. But something caused him to freeze, amusement was in the Russians eyes.
"Rough time? Not until I buy you dinner," he said seeming to lean over Alfred, causing sweat to fall down the side of his ace. "Do you like it rough 'Mr. Jones'" He mocked with a childish light in his eyes. He looked so creepy. "I understand full the words you speak. I hack codes and take them. I hide them, you not able to find them." He said with a smile smile plastered on his face. Alfred was dumbfound, not sure exactly how to handle the situation at hand.
"But you.." Alfred had started, but was soon ignored as the purple orbs moved from him to Mason. His smile soon turning into a wicked grin.
"I not evil! Bad puppy! Bad Puppies get scolded!" He laughed out, but before Alfred could even react his hand reached forward. It seemed to happen in complete slow motion, as Ivan's hand seemed to grab onto Masons head bringing him towards the Russian. Alfred watched blankly, as Ivan's attention snapped back onto him, With a final wink he arm went straight forward, causing Mason to stumble back and take a tumble down the stairs leading to the apartment.
Alfred only watched in pure horror as his friend plummeted down the stairs. He was too late to even help in time. A sudden coldness swept over Alfred as he quickly looked back to the Russian. A look of fear mixed in with amazement was on Alfred's face. But it quickly turned to a look of disgust as he glared up at the Russian.
"Oh shit," Were the only word that came out of his mouth. And even when they came out they came out quietly and breathlessly making him sound like he was scared. Was he scared? Why was this happening?
"Bad Mr. Jones, you underestimate me. You will soon see my strength knows no bounds," He said like a child who had just shown off to his parents. Alfred opened his mouth to say something, but a cold hand touched his cheek causing him to freeze. "Shh Mr. Jones. No speak. Just silence." It was in those moments that Alfred learnt he had made a huge mistake. One that was too late to take back. "I finally caught you, little rabbit."
That's the end for chapter one! I hope you really enjoyed reading it. And if you would please leave a review, it lets me know your opinion on my works! I plan to update soon after this so please hold on. And yes I already know Ivan is a gentle giant, but I wanted something a bit darker, so here it is! Also the show Hetalia doesn't belong to me. It belongs to the creator, and so do the characters. I only own the idea for this story!