USUK Skyfall

Chapter One

In the heart of the British nation one office remained quiet. Alice sat at her desk, typing the unfortunate letter that gave notification of an agent's death. She hated doing it. So many good agents had been lost over the years, typing another letter for a great agent was something she dreaded, but it had to be done. She sat in her office, only seeing the desk agents through the glass windows separating her from the rest of them. It was quiet out there, they all knew the news. She didn't bother even looking out there anymore.

Maybe if she did she would of saw the surprising commotion happening out there. One by one the agents either stopped their work or stood up in salute as one man came through with his head held high. Alice's door flung open as he came in and threw a file onto her desk. She looked up at the bright blonde-haired man crossed his arms as she grabbed onto the file.

"Mission Paper Stars complete." He said. "Thank you ever so much for ordering my partner to shoot me off a moving train. I greatly appreciate it!"

"Y-You're alive?" Alice quickly exited out of the typing program of her laptop. "You're actually alive."

"The bullet hit my shoulder but it only gazed me." He said. "Barely hurt. The fall from the bloody cliff though, that bloody hurt thank you."

"I'm sorry I didn't think you could-"

"I could of handled it Alice. If you had given me another minute I could have handled it. Either way, the mission is complete and I'm back." He turned to leave.

"Kirkland wait!" Alice stood up from her seat and placed her hands on the desk. "I-I'm glad you're alive and safe."

"Yeah," He smirked a bit. "I am too. You lads and lasses would be in deep trouble without me."

"Don't be so self-centered Kirkland!" Alice got irritated as the agent only smiled and made his way out the door. "Wait. Are you… are you up for another mission?"

"Shooting me off a train wasn't enough huh?"

"This one involves the Russian and Italian Mafias. We believe certain groups are actually selling weapons to terrorist groups." She lifted the folder up to him. He looked in thought first but then came over and carefully took it out of her hands. "It is possible even China is involved." He began looking through the folder. Different pictures of new weapons came up, weapons that could be undetected by metal detectors. These weapons were dangerous, able to fire out a dozen shots of a new type of ammo that could have cosmic effects. He read down the page as the danger only became worse and worse. "We can't confirm if the weapons are real or not. We do know that several groups are involved."

"Looking at the design of them, I think the Russians are the major one. Maybe even America though, the technology is very advanced." He closed the file. "Alright, I'll do it. Just let me get Kiku."

"Your partner has been assigned to desk work for the next few months because of the train issue." Alice said. "You're alone on this one."

"Alone? When dealing with the Italian and Russian mafias along with the Chinese? Jolly."

"You're a good agent who knows what to do. There are other nations working along with this around the world. Stay in contact with them and it should work out."

He looked at the folder again. "Mission Skyfall huh?"

"You have a day off for now. I expect your mission to begin by tomorrow night. Understand Arthur?"

"Sure thing." Arthur gave a small salute before walking out the door. He walked along as others stared over at him. He pressed the button for the elevator, he was ready to go home for the day. He turned around to look at the agents as they all stood and began clapping. He smiled and even took a small bow, he enjoyed the praise when he got it, which was rare. After all, it was the first time he came back from the dead. He mouthed a thanks before going into the elevator and exiting his way from the building.

Let the Skyfall

When it crumbles

We will stand tall

Face it all…. Together

Let the Skyfall

When it crumbles

We will stand tall

Face it all together

At Skyfall…

ooOoo

"It's a nice place huh?" Alfred looked around, almost knocking his luggage into an older lady who was reading the newspaper with her husband as they waited for a taxi. He quickly got away before he hit them and followed behind his friend.

"It is Paris. It's beautiful just like in the books." Matthew smiled and looked around. "It may smell a little weird but it's so beautiful… I can only imagine all the history that went on in this city."

"Ha! Who cares about history? I'm just looking forward to drinking, boobs, and more drinking!" Alfred laughed as Matthew only sighed.

"You're joking please?…" He sighed. "You must be joking. This entire city is full of wonder and history, and you only want the wine and the woman? That's a shame Al. I'm a little disappointed."

"Oh calm down." Alfred attempted to call a taxi. "It's really just the drinking I'm looking forward to."

"Just so you know, this trip is for school! We're hitting the museums tomorrow whether you're hung over or not, I don't care. Oui?"

"You have to pee?"

"W-What?"

"You said wee? Wee wee? You gotta pee?"

"I said Oui Alfred! That's yes in French! Didn't you pay attention to me on the plane?"

"I stopped listening to you after the plane took off Mattie!" Alfred laughed as the young blonde only sighed and got even smaller compared to Alfred. "Taxi! How you say that in French?"

"Taxi."

"Oh well that's stupid." the car over and up to them as they stepped off the curb and opened the door, Alfred quickly getting in and leaving Matthew to put the baggage into the trunk. Just as the car took off, a man with long blonde hair appeared almost out of no where, only being noticed after the taxi drove away. He stood with his back on the wall at the edge of a store that was close enough to the airport. He stood in his bright colored clothes, a bright purple jacket along with red jeans, extremely flashy.

Arthur almost walked past the French man but paused, instead standing next to him. "Bonnefoy, yes?" He questioned. The French man smiled a bit and even chuckled.

"Ah, you're British, just my luck." he said under his thick French accent but they managed to keep their voices low as people walked back.

"Is that a problem?"

"Non, non. I just find the British to be a bit snotty that's all."

"I beg your pardon…" Arthur rolled his eyes. "Anyroad, the information."

"Oui. We've gained information from a captured Chinese spy."

"Name?"

"All we know is that it's Li." The man said. "That's all." "Alright. And the information?"

"Several of the weapons are real. You know the case, oui?" He looked as Arthur nodded. "They believe that their originating from China now."

"I thought it was Russia?"

"This Li knew too much about the weapons. He must of seen them, therefore he must know where they are. He's from Hong Kong. That's a major port, it's a good way to get the weapons out."

"So Hong Kong, China." Arthur bit his lip a bit. "Alright. I'll have to contact our lad in China. Thank you."

"The hotel is down the street, mes fleurs is the name. Your room should be number 221. Simply check in and wait for me to contact you there." the man said. "If there's any trouble, take care of it."

"Thank you Bonnefoy." Arthur nodded and quickly hurried off into the crowd of people, mixing in as the French man quickly disappeared.

ooOoo

"Even the hotels are beautiful eh?~" Matthew smiled as the two waited on a short line. "Mes Fleurs, even the name is beautiful."

"What does that even mean?" Alfred stuck another piece of gum into his mouth as he looked at the boy.

"My flowers. Can't you tell? There's flowers everywhere~ The wallpaper, the rugs, the actual flowers in the vase. Tulips, sunflowers, roses, lilies, all of the colors-"

"Check us in already." Alfred yawned. "I can't speak French."

"Yeah I know." Matthew sighed, turned and began speaking French to the man at the desk. Alfred blew a bubble of his gum but it quickly popped as he pulled it back into his mouth and chewed it again, then trying again. This time the bubble was bigger, much bigger. He smiled with the small achievement but that caused it to pop. It was such a pop that he actually tripped backwards as it popped, bumping into someone walking behind him.

"Sorry!" Alfred quickly spoke through his gum. He looked as Arthur only gave him a disgusted look and quickly went to another check in desk. Alfred rolled his eyes a bit and turned back around, "Damn French. So rude." then again, he was the rude one here. He looked back over toward his friend who waved the room key to him as Alfred picked up their luggage.

"Room 222." Matthew said. "Up on the third floor." Matthew grabbed onto his bag as Alfred held the rest. He growled at Matthew who only smiled that it wasn't him this time. He followed behind Matthew with his hands full toward the elevator. Inside is where Arthur stood.

"Hey hold the elevator please!" Alfred called. Arthur's blank expression didn't look as he simply put his hands together behind his back, having the elevator door close without the two getting in. "What a snot!"

"Oh relax, he probably didn't speak English." Matthew pushed the button for the next elevator to come. Alfred only mumbled on about the stupid blonde man as Matthew simply laughed about it. "Chill out already."

"There better be some good wine when we get up there."

"Just remember, seven am we leave." The two stepped into the elevator as Matthew pushed for the third floor. "I'm going to meet with our guide tonight, kay? I'll leave you in the room for now so you can get settled in and watch some TV."

"Good enough, I'm pretty beat anyway." Alfred yawned as they opened to the third floor. They walked out and down the hall to their room, Matthew sliding the key card into the door and opened it. Alfred pulled their things into the room as Matthew rubbed his arms feeling a chill, he turned on the heat for the room. He placed his bag on one of the beds as Alfred dropped them onto the ground and jumped onto the soft bed. "It's soft! Like a cloud~" He snuggled into the bed and quickly got under the covers. "So soft!~" Matthew took his jacket off and slipped on a sweat shirt instead, then grabbed onto the wallet he had taken out and put it back into his pocket.

"I'm going to meet with the guide. Stay out of trouble and in this room please. No phones and if you can't read something, don't touch it." Matthew looked down at the paper that showed the TV channels. "Looks like most of the writing is in French so wait til I get back."

"Yeah yeah, I'm not a baby god." Alfred jumped up and over to the mini fridge and grabbed a soda from it. He quickly opened it and began drinking it. "I'll be fine."

"Don't drink anything else! That cost money you know!" Matthew quietly shouted. Alfred blinked and looked at the can.

"Oh yeah oops." He simply shrugged it off and jumped back onto the bed, slurping his soda. "Just go, I'll be fine!" Matthew gave an unconvincing nod and quickly got out the door, wondering down to the elevator to leave, passing two Italians to made their way to the room next door. The dark haired one took out a key to the room, swiping it down and up for the door to unlock and open. The lighter hair one quickly reached his knife in and cut the chain blocking their way in. The darker one looked up and down the hallway to make sure no one could see them then quickly entered the room as silently as they could.

The light haired Italian stayed put at the door, closing it behind him but forgetting he had broke the locks on the door already. The darker haired Italian came in, listening in as he heard water running in the bathroom. He took out his gun from his coat and carefully began to open the bathroom door, seeing the shirtless spy inside washing up. Arthur walked out of the Italian's view to grab a towel to dry off his hair as the Italian looked back toward his brother, signaling that it was time. He looked back in the crack only to find that the agent didn't come back. He blinked in confusion and tried getting a better look. That's when he got a foot to his face.

Arthur quickly noticed the creaking of the door. He stepped away to make sure he got into a good position for his attack. Once he was sure the timing was right, his attack when into full motion. He quickly jabbed the bottom of his foot into the enemy's face, causing him to practically fall backwards. The Italian fell onto the floor with a huge thump. Arthur quickly took his gun out from his back pocket and pointed it at the enemy's face. "So," He started. "I have the delight of meeting one of the Vargas brothers huh? The Italian Mafia's greatest criminals."

"Oh please," He said. "You're too kind you bastard." He looked over to his brother, just the look gave the order; he regretted not giving his younger brother a gun though. The younger Italian quickly grabbed onto the vase on the table then smashed it across the agent's head, causing him to lose balance and fall into a wall. The older one smiled and quickly got himself up then jabbed his knee into Arthur's stomach, pushing him into the wall again. He grabbed onto Arthur's shoulder and pulled him down again, repeating the jabbing of his knee into Arthur's stomach several more times. Arthur dropped his gun in which he quickly tried to get back but the older Italian put the dazed agent into a headlock, kicking the weapon toward his brother.

He pulled the agent up until his body was straight up in front of himself. "Shoot him Felici! Shoot him now!" He struggled to keep the agent still as he cut off the Brit's air supply, starving him of any oxygen to help him think. His grip around the Brit's throat only got tighter. "Shoot him!" Feliciano pointed the gun up at the two, moving with every inch they did in their struggle. "What are you doing? Shoot him!"

Feliciano began to cry. "Lovino I can't! What if I shoot you!"

Lovino accidentally loosened his grip on the agent and yelled at his brother. "You idiotic bastard! You're so useless! You can't shoot this bastard!" Arthur saw this as his chance. He quickly grabbed onto Lovino's arm, the one that was chocking him, and quickly twisted it away from him, then twisting it so much it caused the Italian to practically flip and fall into the wall. Feliciano panicked and pointed the gun at Arthur as his hands shivered. Arthur only walked over, close enough that the gun actually touched his bear naked chest. He simply snatched the gun out of the weakling's hands and pointed it at the younger Italian who quickly put his hands up in a surrender. He looked back toward Lovino, only seeing that he was still down on the floor in pain. He continued to hold the gun up at Feliciano as he took his cell phone out of his back pocket, then dialed a number with his one hand.

"Bonnefoy, evening." Arthur spoke. "I have the Vargas brothers in my hotel room. I think I could use a little help here. I have it under control but-"

Lovino quickly charged Arthur and tackled him to the ground, having him drop his cell phone and slide across the floor. Arthur quickly got the upper hand on the ground and punched into the Italian's cheek. He stood up easily and pulled him up by his collar then dropped him onto the bed as he cowered in fear for a moment. Arthur looked back over to Feliciano and quickly knocked the end of the gun onto the younger brother's head, knocking him out onto the bed with his brother in which Lovino gasped in anger. Arthur saw the fight as over and walked into the bathroom, grabbing onto the white t-shirt he planned on wearing to bed and threw it on over him. "Are you done now?" Arthur asked as he scratched the gun against his head. "You two idiots didn't even load your gun." He dropped the empty ammo case onto the floor and grabbed his own gun out of his pocket, the one he had secretly hidden when Lovino got him into the headlock. "This is a loaded weapon." He clicked the gun as Lovino gulped.

Lovino stood up off the bed with his hands up in a surrender and walked over to the center of the room as Arthur carefully watched his every move. "Okay, okay. You caught me." The Italian put his hands on his head, slowly reaching one down into the back of his shirt to grab onto the hidden knife he had taped to his back; Feliciano's idea finally came useful. He quickly threw the knife, only grazing Arthur's shoulder as he attempted to charge Arthur in his distraction. Arthur got the upper hand, tackling the Italian so far that they broke down the door to the closet and fell in. Lovino tried his best to swing punches at Arthur, the Brit seemed to dodge each one as he got his hands around Lovino's throat, just as Lovino had his hands around Arthur's. The fight would have to end here, it was their only chance.

"Hello? Do you have any idea how loud you are?" A loud voice caused the two to quickly paused. "The door is open too, what in the hell are you doing in here?" Alfred carefully wondered in and looked around the room to see what in the hell what happening. He paused when he was Feliciano laying on the bed, out cold and all. He stepped in more and looked over at Feliciano. "H-Hey you o-" He paused once he stepped on a deadly object. He looked down at the unloaded weapon on the ground, picking it up and looking carefully at it. A gun?… w-why is there a gun?…

Lovino quickly knew what was happening, another agent! Another spy! He had called that blonde to help him and he was here! Lovino got the upper hand and pushed Arthur aside into the wall, grabbing onto the gun Arthur had on his side and kicked out the broken door, looking at the horrified Alfred standing there in confusion. "You're finished!" Lovino pointed the gun up at Alfred as he gasped. Arthur quickly protected Alfred's life. He grabbed onto Lovino from behind and managed to grab onto his arm, pointing it up and shooting the bullets upwards instead of into Alfred. The bullets continued to be fired as Arthur struggled to get the gun out of his hands, it was no use. He made the bold choice to simply push him away and escape. With all his strength, he pushed Lovino into the wall, even having his head go through it, and grabbed onto Alfred's hand.

"Come with me!" Arthur ordered as he pulled Alfred into a run to the room's window.

"W-Wait wh-what are you doing! ?" Alfred yelled.

"Just trust me!" Arthur held onto Alfred's hand as the glass approached. Alfred gasped and closed his eyes for impact as the two jumped into the glass. It shattered instantly as the two fell through. Alfred screamed as the two flew into the air, Arthur not letting go of the boy's hand. They fell fast and landed on the hotel's silk cover, sliding down that and then falling into the back seat of a un-roofed car. Alfred froze in fear from the experience as Arthur jumped into the front seat of the car, turning the key in and starting it up. He quickly pressed the button to cover the car with the roof, then floored it on the gas, speeding off as fast as they could. Alfred held on tightly to the seat as the sound of gun shots echoed behind them. Arthur drove them out and onto the road, getting away as fast as he could in case more mafia members waited outside, which thankfully there wasn't. The silver car speeded past other cars on the road, horns blaring at them but Arthur didn't care. When he believed it was safe he quickly pulled off the road and into an ally, parking the car there for a moment.

Alfred panted in the back seat with pure fear in his eyes, not to mention his smelly sweat from panic. Arthur turned around and looked at the young lad. "Are you alright?" he asked. Alfred gulped and continued to shiver. "Lad? Are you alright?"

"Am I alright…" Alfred first whispered. "Do I look alright! ? What the hell was that! ? Who are you! ?"

"W-Wait…" Arthur scratched his head a bit. "Please tell me you're a spy."

"A spy! ? A god damn spy! ? Do I look like a god damn spy to you! ?" Alfred yelled. "What the hell is happening! ?" Arthur took a deep breath with the realization that he wasn't, what Arthur believed, a spy. He did what he wasn't suppose to do: save a civilian. Now, he was involved. "Who are you! ?"

"Alright, listen to me very carefully." Arthur sighed. "My name is Arthur. I can say I work for Scotland Yard in Britain. I'm trained in these things so calm down, I know what I'm doing. But listen now, you're now involved. Those guys back there, they were out for murder and they saw your face so you can't go back, I need to keep you here with me until it's safe. Otherwise they will attack you. Do you comprehend all of this?"

Alfred sat there with his mouth hanging open in confusion, terror, concern, amazement, and of course disbelief. "You…You're a… spy?…"

Arthur took a deep breath, he wasn't suppose to just say it but he was about to. "Yes…. I am a spy."

ooOoo

Thank you for reading my first chapter :D a usuk spy story: Skyfall. The lyrics are part of the song "Skyfall" by Adele that is used for the soundtrack of the recent James Bond movie, 007: Skyfall. Please check that out, I don't own any part of the movie or song, nor do I have any connection to either. I also do not own or have any part of Hetalia or it's characters. Also, the beginning description of Arthur being "shot off a train by his partner" is based off the beginning of the Skyfall movie. He was handling an enemy on top of a train until it looked like he was going to lose him. His boss orders his partner to take the shot to get the bad guy, which his partner does but it instead hits him and knocks him off the train (which is like on a cliff high above) in which everyone now believes he's dead. This goes into the beginning of this chapter so yup!

Thank you again for reading and I hope you follow and enjoy the rest of the story! :D

Btw, Matthew just came back to the room deeply confused on where Alfred went. "A-Alfred? O.O?" as the Italian brothers epically fail ;P