A\N: I don't own either Warehouse 13 or Hetalia (Although I wouldn't mind if I did).

Just so you know I use the human names of the countries, if you have trouble figuring out who is who this is the list of those that are in this story:

England = Arthur Kirkland

America = Alfred F. Jones


The shelves towered far above Claudia's head as she made her way through the stacks. When she had first started working in the warehouse the tall shelves had given her a strange feeling of claustrophobia, but now – even though she would never admit it – she was becoming rather fond of them. The only thing she didn't like about them was the fact that they were full of untouchable things that needed to be inventoried. And doing inventory literally took forever. There was no way that she would ever be able to category all of these things in her life time – although Artie seemed to think that it was possible.

That was what she was doing now – inventory – and it never got old. The things that she would find on those shelves, tucked away and dusty, were rather fantastical. But then there was the 'No Touching' rule that had always been implemented, for good reasons. Her job was just to make sure that everything was on the shelf and secured before she could check it off her list. But no matter how cool it was she was not, under any circumstances allowed to touch anything – Ever.

Today was a just like the many other days that Claudia had spent at this task, and it was by no means the last. The headphones blared her music loudly and at random times she would burst out singing and dancing. For this reason she was glad that no one else was in that part of the warehouse.

The music was probably the reason that Claudia didn't hear the argument that was going on just around the corner. If she had been able to hear what was happening she would have never turned the corner unprepared. But as it was she finished up in the isle that she was working in and turned into the next one only to come face to face with two men that should not have been there.

The first was the shorter of the two, but not by much. He was wearing a very nice brown suit with a tie and a green sweater vest. His hair was blond and rather unkempt looking. His eyes were big and green, almost like a certain Disney princess's. But what caught Claudia's attention was his eyebrows, they were large and rather beautiful, and they didn't look like they belonged on his face as they were two shades darker then his hair. However, Claudia didn't think he would look nearly as great if his eyebrows had been any smaller.

The second man was much different then the first. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a nice clean t-shirt under a bomber jacket. His hair was darker then the first man but still a shade of blond, and it was nicer looking, like he spent more time with it in the mornings. There was, however, one piece of his hair, right in the front that stuck straight up, as though ungoverned by the laws of gravity. His blue eyes looked back at Claudia through his half rimmed glasses.

All this Claudia took in in a moment as she turned the corner. Then she sprang into action, removing her headphones hastily from her head and dropping them, she pulled the mini Tesla out of one of the pockets of her tool belt and pointed it at the two.

"How did you get in here?" She asked them as they both froze and slowly put their hands in the air. Claudia didn't know how but she managed to keep her voice calm and give it an edge of authority.

"Through the door," the man with the eyebrows said in a heavy British accent. "Are we not supposed to be here? You said it was fine." He turned to the other man and half raised his voice.

"Of course it's fine," The other replied in his decidedly American voice, "Mrs. Frederic lets me in here all the time."

"No, it is not fine!" Claudia told them feeling any authority that she had slipping away as the others seemingly ignored her. They both turned back to her as she spoke and where instantly reminded of the gun that she had pointed at them.

"Ok, so it's not fine," The American said diplomatically, "Why don't we just go back to the office and talk to Arthur about this."

"I'm right here," the Brit said eyeing the American in a confused manner.

"Not you, Kirkland," the American replied looking at him like he was crazy. "Arthur Nielson."

"No," Claudia said, these two men kept forgetting that she was there and pointing a gun at them. "I don't think you are the one in charge here."

"Obviously not," the one called Arthur Kirkland said, giving the other man a very angry glance, "The one with the gun is usually the one in charge."

"Yes, exactly," Claudia said, finally they seemed to get it. "Now, I'm going to call Artie and he is going to come and explain this."

"Good idea," The unnamed American said.

Claudia glared at him, they both kept doing that – agreeing with her – which made her second guess her decisions. But this time she didn't have a choice to change her plans, she had to call Artie. Reaching into her tool belt, still with her gun pointed at the two men and her eyes never moving from them, she pulled out her Farnsworth. It was a good thing that she had thought to put it back into her belt today, she had been tweaking it yesterday and she had almost forgotten it.

She flipped it open and glanced down quickly in order to press the button to call Artie. When she looked up again she was pleased to see that neither of the men had moved. The Farnsworth buzzed for a moment before Artie answered it.

"Claudia, I really don't have time for this," Artie said as soon as his face appeared in the small screen.

"I think you're going to want to make time for this," Claudia replied turning her Farnsworth around so that Artie could see the two men that were standing in front of her.

"Where are you?!" Artie half asked, half shouted as his face came in and out of the screen. It was obvious that he was running.

Claudia wasted no time in quickly giving Artie her position in the warehouse before swinging the lid on her Farnsworth closed and replacing it in her tool belt. She then returned her full attention back to the two men who were both just standing there.

"So, who are you?" she questioned them.

"Well, I am Alfred F. Jones," the American replied, "And this is my…um... friend, Arthur Kirkland."

Arthur being the polite man that he was – also it may have been attributed to the fact that he was British – but either way he moved forward with his hand out stretched in order to shake Claudia's free hand. This quick movement freaked Claudia out and as soon as he moved she moved also, but only her finger. With a quick squeeze of the trigger she shot her Tesla right into Arthur Kirkland's chest.


A\N: So there you have it, I know it's a strange crossover but I just couldn't resist. There is more to come but if you liked this please feel free to leave a review with your thoughts (Even if you didn't like it, I'm always open for constructive criticism).