Title: Mission Accomplished

Summary: Arthur is a double agent for the MI6 after England falls into a dictatorship after WW3. His mission is to spy on the US and French governments, but things get tricky when both countries order him to kill his alias. Seeing this as a chance to liberate his country and the world, Arthur sets out on a dangerous path towards his mission, and will stop at nothing until it's accomplished.

Disclaimer: Hetalia does not belong to me.

Chapter 1

London, Republic of England

April 27, 2028

If you would have told him five years ago that his country would soon turn into a dictatorship, he probably would have laughed at the impossible nature of it. He would have said that a strong, civilized nation like his own could never fall into the trap of allowing a tyrannical lunatic to completely take over the country and win everyone's trust and loyalty. He would call it ridiculous, preposterous, unrealistic, anything except possible.

And yet, five years later, here he was standing before his beloved country's new leader, a dictator in every way, shape, and form. The awful stench of corruption and greed radiated off the man sitting behind the large, finely crafted wooden desk, making him want to hold his nose to avoid smelling that revolting aroma wafting through the luxurious office.

As he stood in front of the man who all his hatred was directed towards, he had to use all his willpower to maintain the neutral, yet obedient expression which everyone seemed to adorn. The little internal strength he had left was working with full force to keep his hand from reaching towards the gun in his jacket pocket, as an attempt to shoot dead the embodiment of tyranny that unfortunately sat before him.

"I'll be honest with you," the dictator began, an indecipherable grin forming on his countenance. "I didn't expect you to get here so quickly. I am impressed."

"I try to do only my best, sir." The words easily slipped out of his mouth, as if they were just waiting to be used. He had spoken them so many times that it was as if they had just begun to form on their own.

"I can definitely see that." The dictator continued. "It's no wonder that you are the top agent at the MI6. I have no regrets in assigning this mission to you."

"It's my pleasure to be of service to you, sir." The words slipped out almost as easily as before, leaving a sour taste of irony in its haste.

"It's Arthur now, isn't it?"

"Yes." He replied, pulling out his fake American passport. "I have just arrived back from the United States, so I've been using my American alias, Arthur Kirkland."

"Very good," the dictator's words were so transparent that Arthur could see right through them. "but before you inform me on what information you've come across, I'd like to introduce you to someone."

It was only at this mention did Arthur finally notice the unfamiliar figure standing silently at the dictator's side, an air of confidence surrounding him of which could only belong to a man of high military ranking. His still, perfect posture emphasized the well-built form beneath the creaseless uniform he donned. His face revealed no expression, and his sharp blue eyes held no signs of either life or emotion. It was a perfect mask, almost too perfect to be worn by someone with nothing to hide.

"Arthur, I'd like to introduce to you General Ludwig Beilschmidt, my top general and commander of the English Armed Forces."

Arthur turned his gaze slightly to meet the eyes of the military commander. From what he had heard, Ludwig had been the former commander of the German military, but when his country had fallen into anarchy after the Third World War, he had fled to England to serve its new leader. For what purpose, Arthur had no idea.

"It's an honor to meet you, General Beilschmidt."

"The same to you, agent Arthur Kirkland." The general replied, his expression never changing. "I've been told by our dear leader that you are involved in a mission that will finally relieve the Republic of England of the constant military and diplomatic interferences by the United States and France, as well as their allies."

Arthur internally cringed at hearing him so casually use the new name of his country, but he was determined not to let it show. "That is correct, sir."

"May I hear the details?" Ludwig asked, though it was obvious that the question was addressed to their superior.

"That's why I ordered you here," The dictator clarified. "because if this mission is successful, which I very much believe it will be, we may have to prepare ourselves for an attack."

"You mean an invasion?"

"Precisely, as that is the ultimate goal."

The dictator didn't elaborate on the reasoning behind this goal, and his two subordinates knew better than to voice their questions regarding the subject. Instead, they both remained silent and waited for their leader to continue.

"There have been rumors that the United States and France are planning some sort of invasion as an attempt to overthrow our nation's government." The dictator said gravely.

While pretending to appear focused on the dictator's words, Arthur snuck a quick glance at the two men's serious expressions. They both mirrored his own, the only difference being that his was just a facade. Underneath that constructed mask of loyalty and patriotism, Arthur was smirking. His oppressor's enemies were finally taking a stand against his reign of tyranny. There was now hope that these walls of corruption would come crashing down. A light had finally appeared at the end of the tunnel.

"In order to prevent this from happening," the dictator went on. "we needed to know what they were planning. So, our main objective was to have Arthur infiltrate the American CIA and the French DGSE to seek out any information about their military plans against us."

The smirk on Arthur's face then vanished, and the light in the distance burned out. All that hope disappeared in one single second, as Arthur was forced to come to terms with the fact that he was the one responsible for destroying that chance of liberation. He was the obstacle standing in the way of his beloved country's freedom.

"Pardon me, sir, but this seems to me to be a very difficult, and rather dangerous mission." Ludwig asked upon hearing the basis for the mission. "How ever did you pull that off?"

The dictator turned to Ludwig with a malicious grin plastered on his venemous face, making it even harder for Arthur to hold back his hand from reaching towards his gun. Every minute that passed while being in the monster's presence only strengthened the temptation, and Arthur was now using all his willpower to resist it.

"Why you are precisely correct, as this is a very dangerous mission, though I think we went about it very well. We got information that the French had sent a spy to infiltrate the American government on their military plans, though we're not sure why because we have other sources that say they're working together. Strangely enough, we got the same information that the French had done the same thing, just vice versa.

"Once we were sure that they were prepared to take action against each other's spies, we sent in Arthur. We gave him an American alias and fake identity as Arthur Kirkland, and then he applied to the CIA saying that he had information on the French spy and was willing to help in their investigation. We then gave him a French alias, Oliver Langlais, and he did the same thing to them."

The conversation between the dictator and the general continued, but none of what they said ever reached Arthur's ears. All he could hear was the past, as memories of an almost forgotten life began to blur his vision, blocking out all his present surroundings. He watched as the dark sky of dictatorship and oppression disappeared and a clear, bright sky of democracy and peace took its place. He gazed up at the sky in his memories with a look of longing, as the last time he had seen it was before the war.

Five years was all it took. In that short amount of time, the land he had once called home had been transformed into a place of unfamiliarity and coldness. No remnants remained of his former home, as they were all destroyed by the flames of war that had ripped through his country's strong walls of peace and democracy, and in their stead they left a fully ignited fire of tyranny that had consumed the burnt nation in one single sweep.

The sky in his memories would remain as just that: an image of the past. Never again would he see it in real life, and it was all because of his mission. His mission's whole purpose was to prevent his dreams from becoming a reality, but he didn't blame himself. The responsibility lied on the very man who had assigned the mission, the same man who had taken away his country's independence and freedom.

"Arthur?"

The voice speaking his name cut through his surroundings of reconstructed memories, ultimately bringing him back to the grim reality he was living. The theif guilty of robbing his country of its liberty still sat in front of him with a look of false innocence on his masked face, as if to say that he wasn't guilty of the crime which Arthur had accused him of.

"Yes, sir?" Arthur asked, as he quickly fell back into the role of a loyal agent, ready at all times to serve his master.

"You said that you found out some vital information while undercover." The man behind the desk said. "Care to tell us what it was?"

Arthur hesitated for a moment as he took in the scene of the dictator and his general staring at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something. What he had told them was true, as he definitely had information that would be deemed as important for his leader's ambitions, but was revealing it really the right thing to do? Giving over the information to his greatest enemy was an outright act of betrayal for someone who called himself a loyal English citizen.

But what other choice did he have? If he held back from speaking the truth then he would be putting his life at risk for treason. Was it really worth it to try and overthrow his own government from the inside, especially if it was almost impossible to succeed?

Of course not. He was in no position to act out against the monster that lead his country to shambles and ruins. He may be a good spy, but attempting to take down the walls of corruption that surrounded him was a mission that even he couldn't accomplish. All he could do was proceed with the dictator's plans, and simply hand him over the information that he so desired.

"The United States and France have been discussing their plans for an invasion of our country." Arthur said as quickly and bluntly as he could. "They have a date set for the fifth of June."

"It's the twenty-seventh of April now." Ludwig commented.

"Yes," Arthur continued. "and they plan on starting with an attack on the southwest of the country by sea and air. I'm afraid that is all I have so far, sir."

Upon finishing his report, Arthur looked away from his superior as a taste of disgust entered his mouth. The words he had just forcefully spat out had tasted like some spoiled, moldy substance gluing itself to his tongue and refusing to let go.

"I commend you for your outstanding performance, Arthur." The dictator praised, but Arthur didn't look up. He wasn't one to be fooled by the monster's cunning words. He wasn't going to earn his loyalty so easily. "You've provided us with some very essential pieces of information. You've done your job well. Whatever motivated you to take this mission so seriously?"

The question caught him a bit off guard, but he then immediately realized what it was that the dictator was looking for. He was expecting something along the lines of undivided loyalty and patriotism, but Arthur knew full well that that wasn't what motivated him at all.

No, it was more of a simple philosophy that Arthur had held to ever since he joined the MI6 and began his career as a secret agent.

"A good agent never leaves a mission unaccomplished." Arthur replied as if it were a proclamation as opposed to a simple answer to his leader's insignificant question.

As he said that familiar phrase, it only became more clear to him that taking on his nation's tormentor alone was not something he could achieve, and therefore was not a mission that he could commit himself to. In his entire career, Arthur had never failed in a mission, and he wasn't willing to change that now. His only option was to hope and pray that his theoretical enemies would be able to counteract his attacks, and accomplish the mission that they had set to complete.

Hello everyone! I'm back with a multichapter story this time and I'm pretty sure it's going to be a long one.

This was the result of a lot of different fanfic ideas I had coming together into one giant, complex story, so be prepared! Also, the main reason I wrote this is because recently I've become obsessed with the negative character arc and was just dying to try it out myself. So yes, this is a story of an anti-hero. Just thought I'd warn you.

Also, just a few quick things to clarify about this AU so I don't get a million questions. First, this is set in the future after a war, so the world is different as well as the statuses of the countries. In this world, England is separate from the UK which is dismantled, and that's why there is now a Republic of England. The rest of the world will become known in future chapters.

There will be no pairings in this. No romance at all, just friendships, betrayals, allies, and enemies. I'm also trying to include as many characters as I can.

Originally, I hadn't intended to post the first chapter until I wrote like at least 10 more, but as you can see, I just couldn't wait that long. That being said, I don't plan on updating this frequently yet and this is really just to see if anyone will be interested in this and that will determine if I should keep going. So I'd appreciate your feedback and thoughts on this!

Thanks for taking the time to read this!

-britishsconesahoy