((A/N: Hi! It's me! Knight! I'm really happy to present my very first fic that's NOT crack! And also doesn't have any OCs/Self insertions!
Hetalia Axis Powers fic,
Yeah, AU, RoChu, character death, Yaoi in later chapters... (I hope)
Um, Read and Review please! I hope you like it!
And, if I owned Hetalia a lot of pairings would be VERY canon.
And on with the show!))
Yao was checking his gear. He always did. If he left without something... the smallest oversight could ruin a heist. If he left without anything, he'd abandon the whole job.
Preparation was everything. He always needed his gear. Night-vision glasses. Lock picks. Knives. He always preferred knives to guns. Knives were silent. And very anonymous. It was hard to trace a knife. Rope. Smoke bombs. He never used them, but they were just in case...
He was wearing all black. A long, loose black shirt. Black leggings. Grippy black shoes and gloves. His long brown hair was tied up in a tight ponytail. Yao never left any evidence behind.
Ever.
He walked outside onto the balcony. It was a beautiful night. He grinned and grabbed his backpack, vaulting onto the rooftop of the building next to his.
Time to get to work, aru.
Ivan was humming slightly. He was cheerful. His target tonight was easy. But, thankfully, not so easy it was boring. He got up, still humming, and grabbed a pair of white gloves. Putting them on, he picked up his trusty pipe. A long length of metal, the pipe had been his weapon of choice for years.
And it hadn't failed him yet.
His brute strength, combined with his pipe, had made his work very famous. Or infamous. Whatever you wanted to call it.
Ivan himself, he was not very famous. But his victims... Oh, they were so famous, after Ivan and his pipe visited them.
All because of him...
He stowed the pipe inside his long cream coat and walked out the door, still humming.
Time to get to work, da?~
Yao vaulted over a small gap to the next rooftop. He was nearly there.
This job wouldn't be difficult. He knew the place inside out, after all.
Just in and out, aru. In and out, he thought to himself. There was only one gap left until he was at the museum.
But it was a large one...
He started to run.
He gained speed as he approached the gap, then he leapt. It was almost 11 feet wide, but he made it, flying through the air like an acrobat.
He curled his small frame into a ball as he hit, rolling along the roof, then picking himself up and running again.
Just made it...
He crept over to the fire escape. He knew it was unlocked. Of course it was!
He had unlocked it himself earlier.
"In and out, aru. In and out..." he muttered, going inside.
Ivan strolled along the street casually. It wasn't a very long walk to the museum. And he had all the time in the world. Well, not really. He had to do it in that night. His target tonight was Arthur Kirkland, professor of archaeology. He knew Arthur would be at the museum. He always was at this time of night. And Ivan was counting on that.
The reason Arthur had to die? Nothing personal. But Arthur's boyfriend, Alfred, had died recently, and in his will, a number of important things had been left to Arthur. Things Ivan needed. Badly. Documents, to be precise. Documents that indicted Ivan. In a number of things. Mostly murder. They were all true, of course, but he couldn't be caught yet. He still had so much work to do... So Arthur Kirkland had to die and Ivan had to get those documents. It wouldn't be hard.
Just in and out, da?
Ivan stopped outside the museum and looked at the sky. It was a beautiful night. Full moon, clear sky... And as Ivan looked up, he saw a figure running across the rooftops.
What?
The figure raced to the edge of the building next to the museum and threw itself off. Ivan nearly called out. But then... the figure flew over the gap, landing on the roof of the museum and vanishing from sight. Ivan grimaced.
This just got a bit more interesting, da? Better be careful...
He wasn't that worried. The figure probably couldn't get into the museum anyway. And even if he (or she) did, Ivan could just kill them.
He clenched his fists and walked into the museum.
((Hope you liked it! R&R peoples! It may take me a while to update it...))