Hetalia Heroes Agency
Summary: Arthur and Matthew know they are special, but if by "special" it means "being chased by an evil company for life," they are pretty damn sure they want to be normal.
Author: fiftysix-luver
Rating: PG-13 / T, may increase due to violence.
Pairings: America x England, past Russia x America and eventual Russia x China, possible France x Canada and obligatory France x Everyone, Germany x Italy, Spain x Romano and Sweden x Finland
Words Count: 1,716 words.
Warning: AU, human names, total rip off of Heroes. Badass! Alfred.
Disclaimer: Neither Hetalia nor Heroes is owned by me .
A/N: I was reading an AU fanfiction in which the whole gang has powers and have this paranormal agency (okay, it's Jones' Paranormal Agency by Feux Follets). Because of that fic, I have a sudden urge to write badass!Alfred—but how? I don't like paranormal stuffs, I can't possibly imitate the greatness of said fic…and then I watched Heroes. Thus, this fic is born.
Hope you enjoy! ;)
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PROLOGUE
Special.
These people…they are blessed, gifted with extraordinary abilities. And they like us struggle with finding their place.
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"—you ungrateful git—"
"—I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry—"
"—You bloody wanker do you know what the fuck you were doing—"
"—I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, mom—"
"—No! Don't go near me, you, you—"
"—I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'M SORRY—"
"ARTHUR!"
Startled by the sudden call of his name, Arthur Kirkland bolted upright and snapped his eyes open. Sweating and panting, his eyes searched the room in panic; where's Matthew where's Matthew where's Matthew—
He let out a relieved sigh when he saw the person he'd been searching for: Matthew was sitting on a chair placed near his bed. The relief did not last long, though, as he saw tears were formed on the edge of Matthew's clear blue eyes as the poor boy bit his quivering lip, his body trembling—
"Matthew, oh god Matthew, I'm sorry, I—I talked during my sleep again, didn't I?"
Matthew nodded weakly. "W—well, it's more like you were screaming, and I was afraid you would—"
Arthur sighed. "It's okay. It's just a nightmare," he said, then adding after seeing the shaken blonde, "I'm fine, Matthew. I'm sorry to make you worry."
"Don't be," Matthew shook his head as he smiled in exhaustion, "I should be the one to apologize. I made you panic, didn't I?"
Arthur shrugged. "Quite," he admitted, "I thought you were caught by the Company or something…"
He trailed off. Feeling the conversation had died, Matthew walked out of Arthur's small room to their shared kitchen as the Britton watched his back. When Matthew had disappeared behind the door, Arthur let out another relieved sigh. He really was glad to see the boy was okay.
How could he not? After all, he didn't want to be alone again. Arthur was always alone since he ran away from an orphanage in England at the age of only 8, and he met Matthew only recently in United States, two years ago. He didn't regret running away from those filthy orphanage, though, he'd never liked those in there anyway—they were always scared of him, just because he could do something that they couldn't…
And everything always led back to this… how should he put it? Ability, yes, that sounded quite nice. Though normal people wouldn't really call summoning and controlling spirits as abilities…
"Arthur!" Matthew's voice called him from the kitchen, and by his tone, Arthur felt something was wrong. He rushed to the kitchen and cursed under his breath when he saw Matthew's anxious face.
"They're coming," the young man said, "three, no… four from the Company. They are coming after us."
Arthur didn't question him at all and merely rushed back to his room, taking whatever necessary to be brought. Whilst Arthur's ability was troublesome and disturbing to others, Matthew's was very useful: he could, all of a sudden, catch a glimpse of what would occur near future. A very wonderful ability; especially if compared to his ability to control spirits.
Despite the uselessness of his ability though, the Company also wanted him. Yes. Just right after his successful escape from the orphanage, he learned that there was a mysterious, unnamed company that gathered people with these 'abilities'.
Arthur wanted to scoff at his own thought—he may have said 'gathered', but in truth, they were capturing the people with abilities and putting them through unimaginable torture they dubbed "tests". Or at least that was what the telepath he met years ago said. And seeing the numerous wounds on his body and the fact that he died almost immediately after saying that, well… they were more than enough evidences, weren't they?
Seeing Matthew's worried face peeking into his room, he quickly nodded, taking his backpack and dragged the young man as fast as he could out of the house.
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Matthew Williams really wished he didn't see what he'd just seen; he had begun to like this city, after all. But now, seeing there were at least 4 people with abilities who were after them, all he could do was running away from this city as fast as he could.
He stumbled for the umpteenth time as Arthur took—dragged—him out of the house. "A—Arthur," he squeaked, "wait—"
His complain died as an ear splitting explosion came from behind.
Wide-eyed, he turned to see the house he'd been living in for the last 3 months burnt. The Company. They were faster than he had expected, and now he was silently thankful for Arthur for dragging him around.
"Gilbert," Arthur stated, and Matthew nodded in agreement.
Gilbert is one of the Company's member, and he was one of the very few people trusted by the Company. He had been chasing them for almost a year now, and they had learned his name along with his over-the-top, showy methods. Not that learning his name was that hard…
"I, Gilbert the Awesome, is now here! Be afraid, my victims, be afraid!!"
Speak of the devil.
Before he could see where the man was, however, he was jerked to his side by Arthur. "Get a grip, Matthew! We don't have time to daydream—"
And this is why we shouldn't panic, Matthew thought to himself as he saw that they had, unwittingly, run into a narrow alley. A dead end. His heart skipped a beat as he heard the sound of footsteps and when he turned around, he saw the person who had been haunting his nightmare. Gilbert. And to make it worse, the man was holding a pole. Iron pole.
His ability was not for combat, and Arthur's needed a massive amount of concentration, which the man now obviously lacked. He stepped back, one by one, nudging Arthur to follow him, until he could feel the wall against his back.
Is this it? After years of running away, this is how we are captured? Because of a mere dead end in a small, narrow alley?
And as he saw the walls and water barrels on his sides, preventing him to run away, he thought solemnly, this is it. We are captured.
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Oh, bollocks, Arthur mentally cursed, we are so dead.
He tried to summon the spirits, but he found himself unable to concentrate, feeling his palms sweat and his heart pound uncontrollably.
Smirking, Gilbert lurched forward, his knuckles white from his strong grip on his pole—
Arthur didn't know what actually happened, as it happened so fast—but he could see, in split seconds, the water barrels on the sides of the alley shook violently and burst. Moreover, much to his surprise, the water inside didn't scatter. Instead, the water moved, as if it was alive—as if being controlled—and it formed a barrier between them and Gilbert, and the man staggered back.
The surprise didn't stop though. Arthur could see, at the other side of the transparent barrier, two men seemed to appear out of nowhere; one a very tall, well-built blonde, while the other was a smaller, long-haired brunette. In mere seconds, the brunette landed two kicks on Gilbert's gut and chin, and before the man could react, the blonde slammed his body to the wall, effectively pinning him.
"You—" Gilbert's voice was hoarse and trembled in panic, "you're from the agency."
Agency? What agency? Gilbert's words were more of a statement than a question, but the tall blonde nodded anyway, as if answering Arthur's silent questions. Then he commanded, in a firm tone, "you are going back to the Company and not to bother us here at all."
"What the hell—"
"You are going back. Now."
Arthur wanted to tell the blonde that there was no way a proud and crazy man like Gilbert wanted to be ordered like that, but his words died in his lips when he saw Gilbert's eyes widen. Gilbert didn't retort, and instead, his eyes became dull and vacant, his gaze unfocused, and slowly, as if hypnotized, he nodded.
He really wanted to see what happened next, but someone suddenly spoke from his side, startling him, "Ve~, are you two okay?"
Arthur jumped to his side, his back hitting another wall. He put his arm across Matthew's chest protectively.
"Who are you?!" He hissed. He saw the man who talked to him was actually very young, not older than Matthew. The young man put both his hands in front of his chest as a gesture to calm Arthur down, and truth be told, he seemed… harmless.
"Ah, I mean no harm, er… Ludwig?" He called out, turning to the blonde, "are they the correct people?"
"Arthur Kirkland, Spirit Control Ability," the blonde man replied, pulling out a black notebook out of nowhere, and Arthur realized both Gilbert and the water barrier had gone, "and Matthew Jones…or Matthew Williams, Precognition Ability. Yes, according to the photos, they are the correct people. Unless someone with Shape-Shifting or Illusion Ability is around, and I doubt that…"
Notebook with our names… Shape-shifting… Illusion ability… Arthur's head was spinning from confusion, how could they know our names?!
But before he could ask, Matthew piped in, "Who—who are you three? Are—are you from the Company?!"
The long-haired man—Arthur guessed he was an Asian, possibly Chinese—laughed. "The Company? That's impossible, aru! But maybe we quite surprised you, don't we?"
'Quite' is an understatement. He nearly had a heart attack!
"Ah, Mr. Kirkland? Mr. ….Williams? Jones?" the shortest of them all called out, "we mean you no harm. We are, in fact, are the Company's biggest enemy."
The Chinese man grinned. "Very well put, aru! Well, we shall introduce ourselves…" he cleaned imaginary dust from his shoulder,
"This is Feliciano, this big guy is Ludwig, and I am Wang Yao, aru," his smile became wider, "we are sent by our superior Alfred F. Jones to collect you."
And without waiting for a reply, he stepped forward confidently and shook Arthur and Matthew's hands—
"Arthur Kirkland, Matthew Williams, would you be interested in joining Hetalia Heroes Agency, aru?"
Bloody. Hell.
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Sometimes questions are more powerful than answers. How is this happening? What are they? Why us and not others? Why now? What does it all mean?
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A/n: You must be confused. You must not understand what the whole story has been saying. You must be thinking this is a rip off of Heroes. Hell, you must be all of the above. I'm sorry. But I promise I will explain a lot of things in the next chapters.
Sorry for the grammar and everything, English is not my first language and my beta does not want to do Hetalia fics.
Alfred and more Hetalia characters will make an appearance in the next chapter! For now, I have assigned everyone with abilities, but suggestions are welcome.
The quotes are taken from Heroes.
Reviews are nice :)