Author's note: Why I am starting yet another fanfiction is beyond me. OTL Updates are guaranteed to be slow…given that I'm working on two other fanfics as well, but this ought to be fun for me to write anyway. ^_^
Chapters will be fairly short but long enough to keep the plot going, and thereby easier for me to write and update.

This fic is a Hetalia AU with a main UKUSUK pairing, along with a few side ones as well. This is yet another idea that I have succumbed to since I have been musing about it for quite a while. It's based off the manga FAKE by Sanami Matoh, one of my favourites

I would love to have Constructive Criticisms, I don't mind how harsh they can be; however, if you simply wish to tell me that you hate what I'm writing, please ask yourself: Why are you reading this?

Warnings: Shounen-ai, some bad language, un-beta'd

Disclaimer, I own neither Hetalia nor FAKE, for they are both too awesome for someone like me to have created =u=

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Act I

Scene i

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The New York Police Department, 27th Precinct…Looks like I'm at the right place. Arthur Kirkland entered the police station as a newcomer, just recently transferred to this precinct. As he came in, the lobby area buzzed with a number of people, both civilians and policemen; he even saw a few officers leading some people in handcuffs through the lobby. For a moment, just a moment, Arthur foolishly felt that everything would become quiet when he entered, but no such thing happened and he sighed in relief, heading to the front desks that was actually one very long desk that turned twice, blocking off a section of the room and allowing more people to come around to any of the three sides to talk to the personnel within. Taking off his coat that he had worn over his suit, he approached one woman behind the desk who was dressed in uniform.

"Good morning, miss" Arthur got her attention as he draped his coat over one arm, offering a small smile.

The young woman looked up at him from the papers she had been reading from in her hands. "Oh, an English accent? Don't hear that much 'round these parts." She smiled and blushed slightly; her voice had a delicate southern twang in it. "What's your business at the 27th percinct today?"

Arthur flushed slightly at the mention of his accent; he had long since been trying to suppress it. The way people seemed amazed and fawned over it made him a tad self-conscious. Yes, he much preferred not standing out too much. Consciously trying to inhibit his accent, he answered, "I'm Arthur Kirkland. I've just been assigned to this department."

She nodded. "You're the new guy everyone has been mentioning. Call me Amelia. Just give me a sec and I'll get your papers." She turned rummaged in a file cabinet at the desk and retrieved some documents. Arthur scanned over them, making sure that he was the one on the documents. After he had finished Amelia straightened the papers and handed them to him. "Alright, you're all done here. You just need to check in with the Investigation Chief, Alice Kirk. Her office is the one at the end of the hall." She pointed down the hall to a closed door. "Right there."

Arthur nodded, seeing the door. "Thank you."

"No problem." She tilted her head slightly, smiling playfully now. "Oh, and, uh, by the way, Arthur—just don't forget to ask me out sometime when you're free okay?" She winked and laughed lightly.

Arthur joined her, chuckling a bit. How straightforward. "Hm, I'll be sure to do that , Amelia." He nodded to her curtly, as was habit, and headed down the hall to the Chief's office. He soon came to a stop in front of it. And here we are…End of the hall. I do hope this is it. Firmly he rapped his knuckles against the door and waited. Immediately he heard someone talking inside, but he couldn't make out what he or she was saying. Whoever it was sounded rather angry though. Hesitantly, he opened the door to poke his head inside. How odd…I definitely heard someone in here, but no one is answering.

A loud female voice greeted him. "You bloody idiot!"

Arthur flinched violently, seizing up his shoulders. He hadn't been in the office for ten minutes and he made the chief herself mad; what next? "Wha-? I'm sorr—" He stopped himself when he saw the scene inside the office and realized that she wasn't yelling at him.

A young woman, dressed in business casual, with long blond hair, tied back, had slammed her hands down on her desk, her glasses slipping on the bridge of her nose as she glared at the man standing in front of her. That tall man also happened to be wearing a pair of glasses and had caramel coloured hair that was combed rather nicely, if for the certain lock of hair that stuck up against gravity. Wearing casual business pants and a white dress shirt, his jacket held by the collar over his shoulder, he appeared rather bored as he listened to the chief, putting one pinky into his ear and twisting it around as if trying to clean it.

The woman, presumably Chief Alice Kirk, continued on her tirade. "How many times do I have to scream all this into your bleedin' ears before it sinks into your sad excuse of a brain? Are you even paying attention to me? Darn it Alfred!" Arthur blinked; he had forgotten how refreshing it was to listen to another with an English accent.

Alfred, looking even more bored, sighed. "I'm listening, Chief. I'm listening…"

Gulping, Arthur decided to make his presence known. "Umm, excuse me but…"

Alice stood straight, now looking over at him. She frowned, adjusting her glasses before crossing her arms. "Hm? What do you want?"

Arthur stood to attention, holding the papers he had gotten earlier with the hand that his coat was draped over so he could salute the Chief. "My name is Arthur Kirkland, ma'am. I have been assigned to your Criminal Investigations Unit as of today." Letting himself glance at Alfred for just a moment, he noticed that the other man had begun to sneak away from the Chief as she spoke to him.

Alice noticed Arthur's distracted gaze and glared over at Alfred, who froze immediately. "Stop right there Alfred. Just where the hell do you think you're going, idiot?"

Instantly, Alfred turned around and gave what Arthur would admit was a dazzling smile. "Well, since you're obviously a bit busy, I thought it would be in your best interest if I returned to my investigatory duties, ma'am, and—"

The chief responded to him in a dead-pan voice. "You're not going anywhere. Just give it up." Uncharacteristic of a man his age, Alfred pouted and sulked a bit as he looked over at Arthur. The Englishman returned his gaze with a slightly curious one of his own, but he soon looked back at the chief as she called to him. "Hey, rookie."

"It's Arthur, ma'am."

Alice smiled slightly, as if she had just gotten a good idea. "All right then Arthur." She pointed at Alfred with her thumb. "Meet your new partner. Ask him to show you the ropes. Just don't do anything stupid like following his example."

Arthur blinked with surprise. Wha-? Partnered with this one? He looked over at Alfred, who was looking from Alice to Arthur and back, clearly not happy.

"Whaa—? W-Why the heck do I get stuck with taking care of the new child, huh?"

Grimacing, Arthur kept quiet. Whose is the child here? I'm not the one whining.

Ignoring Alfred, Alice had already sat down at her desk, lighting a cigarette. "Have fun kid. Remember to take good care of him." She sat back and crossed her legs, signaling the end of the conversation. "The two of you are dismissed." As an afterthought when Arthur saluted and was about to turn to leave, she added, "Best of luck Arthur and welcome to the team."

Arthur nodded, giving a half-smile before turning to leave, finding Alfred already walking in front of him. Closing the office door behind him, Arthur caught up to Alfred as he went off to his desk. After a moment, Arthur spoke up, "You know, I would appreciate if you would retract that 'child' comment…Mister Alfred."

Alfred seemed distracted and he looked over at Arthur, now stopping at an intersection of two hallways. "Huh?"

Is he even listening? Irked, Arthur added. "You can't call someone a child who has been around the block for over twenty years now."

It took a moment, but Alfred finally realized what Arthur was talking about. He grinned apologetically, "Ohh, you mean that 'new child' deal? Sorry man, my bad, 'kay? Look amongst us guys, we call all the rookies 'new children' alright?" Don't get worked up about it." His grin then changed into a confident smile. "At any rate—" He held out his hand, "The name's Alfred F. Jones. Just call me Alfred or Al, either one is fine.

"Arthur Kirkland. Nice to meet you." Arthur shook the American's hand politely and added as an afterthought, "And it's not like I was getting worked up about the 'child' thing…just…" He looked away, wondering what he meant to say in the first place.

Alfred looked at him curiously and something changed in the light of his eyes. When Arthur turned back to face Alfred, he found Alfred's face to be all but a few inches away, his blue eyes curious. "Hm, your eyes are a really bright green…Say—You got some English in you or something?"

Leaning a way, Arthur responded. "Erm yes…I'm almost fully English." He wondered for a moment, knowing that his ill-disguised accent had given him away.

"Then where's your accent? Don't all the Brits have an accent?" Perhaps this young man happened to be particularly dense; that, or Arthur could disguise his voice better than he thought.

"It makes me stand out too much…so I don't like to use it." Arthur could feel a flush in his cheeks so he turned his head away, missing Alfred's warm smile.

"You really sound better with it, ya know."

Why is he so insistent? Arthur looked back at Alfred, letting go of conscious control of his pronunciation. "F-Fine. I'll try not to hide it then…" He sighed lightly, almost in relief. I have to admit though, it's easier this way.

Alfred then grinned from ear to ear as he slung an arm around Arthur's shoulders. "See? You're sounding better already."

"…" Glancing at Alfred before looking ahead to where the other was guiding him, Arthur mused idly. He didn't know how to explain it completely, but for being overly friendly, borderline obnoxious, and in-your-face…there was something about Alfred that made him impossible to hate.

"And remember bro, If you got any questions at all, just ask okay?" he paused slightly in his ramblings, "Of course, that'll get annoying real fast though." He suddenly grinned. "But oh well."

There was something about him that drew not only Arthur, but others towards him as well.

Alfred continued on. "Oh, and I'm counting on you to take care of all the paperwork…especially the ones that follow my totally non-frequent misunderstandings with the procedure, 'kay? Parter." An incredulous look greeted Alfred's grinning face.

He was just the guy to hate though. "How about we just don't have any misunderstandings in the first place then?"

Perhaps that was the first impression…

The very first impression Arthur had of Alfred…his new partner.

Author's note: If I get at least one review, I'll keep this fic going, since it will appear that at least one reader is interested in this. ^_^