Hai guys. ;A;

So pretty much I've wanted to write a fanfiction for a while now, but wasn't really sure what to write. I realized I adore Criminal!Alfred drama because in my mind, even if he is a criminal he'd still totally act like a big kid. XD But then this idea came to me so... Yeah. :)

USUK will be the main ship in this fiction, but I'm going to add in others later. (Also there's DenNor in this chapter)

If you read all this you get a cookie and a hug! :3 (Sorry for having to deal with author's rambles. Heh.)

Edit- Scroll to the bottom for character clarification if it gets confuzzling.

Wait do I really have to say I don't own Hetalia? Because I don't. Thought that was pretty obvious being on FF and all. XD

Officer Christensen stared daggers at the man sitting impassively at the table in front of him. The blond haired youth seemed to take no mind to the officer's leering and even had the audacity to whistle an atrocious tune.

The large cop loomed a little closer, finally getting the attention of the man. He looked up at the officer and simply raised an eyebrow. Christensen grit his teeth and rubbed his temples slowly.

"I'm going to ask you one more time sir. What were you doing at the scene of the crime?" He managed to snarl out through his barely contained rage.

The man in front of him just smirked, blue eyes glinting in a way that deeply unsettled the cop. "While I still think it would be wiser to wait until my lawyer shows up to answer that, I don't think we're getting anywhere. So I'll say this 'one more time'," the man said, his smirk remaining neatly in place as he mimicked the Danish officer's accent, "I wasn't there." He finished.

"Like hell you weren't!" The older man finally broke. "I saw you leave the premise Jones!" Mathias hissed, using the only name the man had provided them like it was a curse.

Jones shrugged. "Your eyes must be going. Takes a lot off ya to be a cop am I right?" Then he pouted. Pouted. Mathias resisted the urge to punch the criminal, since he obviously was a criminal, in his annoying little face.

"It was you. Now if you'd tell me the truth, and tell me why that building happened to collapse a few minutes after your exit we could speed this up." The Danish man leaned back against the wall behind him. He needed to not loose his temper. He was being unprofessional and he knew it but...

"I don't know... There are a lot of people around here you could mistake for me." Jones said, his face suddenly becoming neutral. "You say I left the scene right? Yet you picked me up far away from that building. However if I do remember correctly, they found another boy there right? About my age?" Mathias eyes widened as Jones went on, getting more and more descriptive of something he should not know at all. The air chilled.

"Ahh yeah." Jones continued. "Gray hair right? Silly little accent, almost like yours?" Now the other man was leaning forward, seeming to loom in on Christensen instead. "I've been here for a bit." He continued cryptically. "Poor boy must have gotten himself involved with some bad people. From what I heard he was pretty nice. Being raised only by his brother after his parents died must have sucked though. And I can't imagine what that brother will think when he finds his little brother locked up from associating with some sort of terrorist group."

Mathias lost it and slammed his palms down on the desk in front of the other man. But for all the force he had placed in that assault on the furniture, his voice came out surprisingly soft. "How did you do it?" His eyes flashed warningly. "Emil couldn't have done it, he was walking home from Li's house. He was on the phone with Lukas until it cut out and I went to investigate."

Jones simply raised an eyebrow. "Dunno. Seems pretty incriminating." His cold impassiveness suddenly changed into a wide grin as he waved to someone behind Mathias. Mathias stiffened as he felt the air shift behind him as he turned to look at the newcomer.

The new man looked surprisingly like Jones, with slightly longer hair and eyes more a shade of violet as opposed to the striking ice blue of the criminal's (because he was a criminal, Emil had done nothing). The man sighed and held out a hand to shake the officer's.

Mathias eyed it warily before accepting the hand shake. This man seemed presentable, with his pressed suit and briefcase (a far cry from Jones' T-shirt and jeans) but if Mathias guessed right than this man was the lawyer, and Mathias had never really trusted lawyers despite being a police man.

"Hello," the man said in a soft voice that seemed to ebb away at the officer's worries. "My name is Matthew Williams and I am Alfred Jones' lawyer." He said smiling.

Ah, so it's Alfred. Mathias thought for a second before settling back into his usual leeriness. (It was something he had only developed after years of being on the force, when he was a kid he actually got into all kinds of trouble with larger kids, and may have even had a bit of an alcohol addiction. However he had left all of this behind him when he joined the force, all except his slight hero complex and the idea he had to protect everyone.)

Matthew sighed and rubbed his eyes behind his glasses. "Sir may I speak to you alone?" He asked and the officer gave him a look of surprise. Usually lawyers wanted to get their stories straight with their clients alone first, not talk to the police alone. He nodded and lead (what was his name again? It started with Mat like his name right?) the other man to a different room. Once inside he sighed and looked up at the man.

He was surprised to see the man immediately cutting to the chase and opening his brief case. He rustled around some papers before carefully collecting a select few and closing the case.

"Listen I have a suggestion for you Mr..." The man trailed off.

"Christensen." The cop supplied.

"Christensen ah yes how could I forget, sorry." The man smiled, but the once warm smiled seemed oddly cold now. He looked an awful lot like a loan shark, Mathias thought briefly.

"Anyway, I have a suggestion for you. It is a very nice suggestion, and honestly very generous." Matthew (that was it) continued. "It could solve everyone's problems nice and easy." He then handed the papers to the officer.

"You see for some unfortunate reason, it seems a building in this very city recently had some structural damage. It wasn't noticed by any of the inspectors; a shame really. Thank God there was nobody in there, eh?" The Canadian smiled.

"However, since the building was so structurally unsound, it just happened to collapse a little while ago. While it was dangerous, and might cost the local government a bit of a pretty penny, nobody was hurt."

The lawyer paused at this. He was all grins and warmth as he continued. "Again, while this does seem rather terrible, it certainly wasn't anybody's fault. Just... structural damage."

Mathias was looking over the papers that were handed to him, noticing the man had kept a few in his other hand for the moment being. They were all reports of a certain company, the very same that had built the building, getting fined for other shoddy jobs in the past. There was even a very official looking document claiming to have investigated the building and deeming this the very cause of the collapse. Mathias narrowed his eyes. He knew it had been far too little time for an investigation to occur. "And what if this story doesn't ring any bells?" He asked.

The temperature dropped in the room. "Well, from what I've seen, I highly suggest that it seems to be the truth." The Canadians smile disappeared and what seemed like legitimate regret filled his eyes. "However there is another... theory as to what happened. More like a conspiracy theory but what can you do, eh?"

The man then handed the other papers to Mathias. "Some people think some anarchists did the damage." He stated seriously. "While this seems highly unlikely to me, it could very well be true under certain circumstances. That is, if certain facts fit together. Right now it's complete trash, but..." He trailed off.

He focused his serious violet eyes on Mathias again as the officer's grip tightened on the papers in his hands. They were crude blueprints of some sort of explosive. His eyes paged through a few paragraphs about rising tension in the nearby, larger, cities. Finally they came to rest on something he couldn't believe.

It was a picture of Emil, carrying a backpack that Mathias very well knew he didn't have (after all he saw him practically every other day when visiting Lukas) into a building that no longer existed.

"You see," Matthew broke into Mathias' thoughts once more. "It's all complete trash right? The building collapsed because of faulty construction. No one got hurt." He said the last part as his eyes flicked regretfully down at the picture of Emil.

"There's no need to investigate it further." He sighed. "If it were investigated who knows what it would turn up."

Mathias simply stared at the papers. Dry-mouthed he began speaking. "What was this suggestion again?" He asked. He knew very well when he was out of his league, and all he really wanted was to keep Emil out of whatever all of this was. It was his job as a police officer to bring people to justice, but he loved Emil like a brother. He knew Emil was innocent because he had seen Lukas' panic when he said the call had been cut off with what sounded like struggling. He would do anything to keep Emil safe and keep Lukas' heart from breaking again. Lukas had already become so reclusive after his parent's death, he didn't want to see Lukas like that ever again.

The Canadian just raised an eyebrow. "Suggestion?" He asked tipping his head. "I was just saying I suggest you take all this," he said pushing the folder on the building's 'collapse' towards Mathias while pushing the pictures of Emil off to the side, "into consideration, and release my client."

He looked at the lawyer for a minute. "Anything else?" He asked.

The man seemed to brighten. "Well it just seems like a certain Alfred Jones was never near that building. Nobody was?" He added just a hint of an upward inflection on the last sentence and Mathias nodded.

"The building collapsed because of structural weakness." He agreed picking up the folder that agreed with that story.

Matthew seemed to become much more sweet now. "Right." He agreed picking up the folder with Emil's pictures and put them back in his briefcase. "Also, Alfred Jones was never in the police station either." He added glancing back at the defeated looking officer. "But don't worry," he said, a genuine smile appearing on his face, softening his features. "Neither was Emil Bondevik."

With that he turned and left Mathias standing alone in the cold room.

"Thanks Mattie" Alfred chirped as the two of them left the police station. "Don't know what I'd do without you."

"Get locked up." Matthew muttered as he stomped back to his sleek black car, opening the driver door as Alfred stepped into the passenger seat. The car started with a purr, as apposed to the loud roaring cars Alfred liked. Matthew pushed down on the pettle and drove away from the mess he had just gotten Alfred out of.

"Aww. I don't know, I think I'd have beem able to talk my way out of that if you'd given me more time." Alfred pouted. He may not be as good as Matthew, but Alfred was a bit of a silvertounge himself. He could never quite get the way Matthew acted down though, when he wanted to that man could be downright terrifing.

"Or gotten your face beat in and an extra life-sentance tacked on for being a blabber-mouth." Matthew sighed. "And probably get the rest of us locked up too." He shot Alfred a warning glare out of the corner of his eye.

Alfred's face grew even more puckered as he crossed his arms and made a small 'hmph' sound. "Where is the gang anyway?" He asked reluctantly after a moment of silence, watching the countryside pass by.

Matthew sighed. "New safehouse in none other than New York City." He said and chuckled fondly as Alfred gave up the pouty act and began to squeal.

True to his word, when Mathias checked to police records the next day, there was no sign of any Alfred Jones in any of the database.

He sighed and turned off the computor. At least Emil's arrest had also been mysteriously stricken from the records. The officer began his walk to his house and paused. He turned and chose to walk down a different path instead.

Maybe it was time to give up being a police officer and have a serious talk with Lukas about the future.

The man stared pointedly at the computor in front of him. His eyes narrowed as he held a hand out behind him, which was immediately handed a steaming cup.

"Um. Sir?" The voice asked nervously. "It really is time you go home, you're exhausted. I know you've been working on this lately but..." She trailed off as she recieved a glare from the man who was sitting in front of the screen.

"Kate, I appreciate your worry, I really do, but I think I'm onto something." He said gesturing to the map on the screen.

The young woman took it as an indication to lean forward and examine the map. She looked at the points varying in color, blue being the oldest ranging to red being the most recent.

"Um... Sir?" She asked tentatively.

The man gave her a rare smile as he pointed to all the different colors. At first glance they seemed pure mayhem, however the longer you stared at them, the more they seemed to form a patteren. Almost as if they were planned to appear disorganized.

The woman stood still as his finger finally pointed to the newest, red, dots. He quickly typed in some code that Kate couldn't quite follow and lines started appearing on the screen. The man nearly clapped in glee as the scene played out in front of them, the computor happily playing connect-the-dots with a few extra pointers from the formula that had been entered.

Finally,the computor finished and a large grid was laid out on the screen. In the dead center, was New York City.

"Got it." The man said, emerald green eyes shining with anticipation.

Character Clarification-

Mathias Christensen= Denmark

Lukas= Norway

Emil Bondevik= Iceland

Li= Hong Kong

Kate= Fem!New Zealand

/Bet-You-Can't-Guess-Who-Mr-Green-Eyes-Is-coughcough/dies (Dawn can not into subtle)