Hey guys new project for me, new story for you. This is my first fic that isn't a reader insert and is an OC one instead. Let's hope it goes okay. XD
(Rose's POV)
"Alpha team, target is heading southwards through Paris coming into your section near the Arc de Triomphe, look for a black land rover with a Romanian licence plate of AR 17 PVW. You two are the last team standing, seize target alive if possible." I grin happily as the instructions from control come in.
"Copy that, we're on it." Jason says through his ear piece and we both move from our position on the roof of a small cafe. "You know Rose the Order have been after this guy for over two hundred years and just imagine if it's us that get him." I smile at him as we quickly move into the car park, I mount my Harley and he gets into his car, all we have to do now is wait.
"As nice as it would be if it was us like you said two hundred years, he is a major player so let's celebrate after we get him." I say through my ear piece to him as we both look for the land rover. Just coming round the roundabout there is a black land rover and I lean forward slightly checking the licence plate. "Target sighted." I announce and the chase begins. As I put my bike into motion I yell out a plan of action to my partner. "Okay Jas you follow him directly, I'm gonna take the back streets and if the math works I can cut him off at the United Nations building and then we can pursue on foot which will be so much easier. Try not to be too obvious and drive safe." I hear him laugh.
"This is Paris no one drives safe." I laugh too but then compose myself. If we complete this mission successfully, we will establish ourselves as one of the greatest teams in the Order and prove to the higher ups this generation of Watchers are stepping up. As I hurtle through the busy streets I feel the adrenaline pump through my body and I accelerate further. Up ahead I can see the various flags of countries hanging off the building that is our destination and as I turn the corner I see the target's car coming right for me with no signs of slowing. All according to plan, at the last minute I leap off of the bike and let it go flying into the car which then promptly crashes. Thankfully I have done this kind of thing a hundred times over and stand up unscathed. I pull out my gun from my jeans pocket and approach the mangled car, in my peripheral vision I see Jason turn the corner and bring his car to a stop. I nod to him when he gets out and takes the other side of the car, gun in position. However I can't help but think this is too easy and my thought is proven right when something is thrown from the car wreckage releasing thick, black smoke concealing our target. We both cough and move out of the smoke and make it just in time to see the doors of the United Nations building close.
"Fucking bastard, that crap tastes disgusting I had my mouth open and everything." He moans as we climb up the steps of the entrance.
"Come on, man up. I say we split up and radio for back up to circle the building." I yell at him as we burst through the doors.
"Okay fine, just remember the countries are having a meeting today on the top floor, try and stay clear of them." I agree and sprint off in the opposite direction, in my ear piece I hear orders being shouted at any teams in the near by area to get here as soon as possible. I suddenly take a sharp left and find a staircase, I was about to run past it when I spot what looks like blood on the bottom step. I smirk to myself, how kind of him to lead me a trail. I follow the red droplets up numerous flights of stairs and it isn't long before I hear his footsteps echoing.
"Jason, are you there?" I say into my microphone.
"Yeah, what's the problem?"
"No problem, he's heading towards the roof he's bleeding and left us a nice little path to follow, meet me up there."
"Roger, don't do anything rash until I get up there." I roll my eyes at the request and climb the last two flights of stairs with ease and as I turn the next corner I see the fire escape at the top and my our target push through them. He spots me and swears, he then pulls his gun out and opens fire. Now it's my turn to swear and I dodge out the way and when I recover I see the door slam. It would be stupid to go in guns blazing and would most likely get me shot so I decide against that plan of action. Instead I reach into one of the pockets on my belt and pulls out a small, silver ball. Essentially a small bomb and throw it at the door causing it to fall apart. Bet he wasn't expecting that and I rush up the remaining steps ignoring the slight ringing in my ears. I push the charred remains of the door with my gloved hands and feel the wind blow my maroon hair as I enter onto the roof which is at first glance seems completely empty. I curse under my breathe and look round with my grip tightening on my gun. I know he's still here we are eight-teen floors up and even someone like us would have a hard time surviving that. Over to my left I hear movement and spin round, gun poised expecting to see the target. But I don't and instead I feel something whack the back of my head and for a moment my vision blurs and I'm overcome with dizziness. In that same moment my gun is knocked from my hand and I am grabbed from behind.
"Better luck next time kid. You know I swear they get younger every time. How old are you? You can't be much more that what a hundred and fifty." He whispers in my ear and I squirm in his grip. This is my one major problem being an agent for the Order, I'm small and in a fight of strength I hardly ever win which is why I was teamed with Jason who is the complete opposite.
"One hundred and eighty this year actually." I say through gritted teeth and then step on his foot. It's a shame it doesn't do anything.
"That wasn't very nice darling. I was just gonna kill you here and now, but then I remembered your partner and you're gonna be my hostage." He laughs and he shift his grip on me so both my wrists are in one hand, I then hear jingling behind me and I struggle further not wanting him to put the handcuffs on me.
"There we are, perfectly secure." He announces. "This is what happens when they send children after someone like me. If you survive through this be sure to tell them not to bother next time." I growl slightly and try and move away from him, but he grabs the chain between my wrists.
"Can't you just behave until lover boy gets here. At least I'm assuming you're a couple, a tough guy like him and a pretty girl like you must be perfect together." Talk of the devil and he shall appear as the saying goes and it's this moment Jason rushes onto the roof and skids to a halt when he sees my current position.
"Fucking hell Rose, I thought I said don't do anything stupid." He says with his gun raised.
"Hey! I didn't do anything stupid, I did everything by the book which is probably why it didn't work and I believe you said rash actually." I yell back and we both glare at each other.
"If I'm not interrupting a lover's spout here, I really would like to leave now." My captor says with a smirk evident in his voice and to my surprise Jason blushes slightly.
"She's not my girlfriend you fucking ass hole, let her go." He yells with a blush still on his face and if my hands were free I would of face palmed.
"Aw that's too bad. Now on a serious note. Put the gun down and get out of my way or I will kill her you hear me. Do it now and do it slowly." Jason does lower his gun muttering under his breath and then side steps out of the way of the door. I see Jason's hand wonder down to his pocket and winks telling me he has a plan, which if it is like any of his other spontaneous plans will most likely get me killed in the process.
"Very good son, now I want you to drop whatever it is you've just taken out of your pocket and throw it into the middle." My eyes widen when I see what he has in his hand.
"Um you don't want him to do that, trust me it won't end well for any of us." I say frantically my eyes not leaving the small silver bomb in his hand.
"Do I look like I'm stupid sweetheart? Just drop it already." The man orders and Jason grins at me before throwing the ball down hard onto the floor in the middle of us.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oooh POV change ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(Germany's POV)
"So that my fellow countries is my totally bad-ass plan and I think we should all agree any of your suggestions won't be as great. Because my ideas the best. Because I'm the hero." America yells loudly and then laughs his annoying laugh.
"So let me get this straight. Your idea to prevent world hunger is to build a MacDonald's in every town across the world? And here was me thinking your stupidity couldn't get any worse." England says scornfully while taking another sip of tea. As the two countries start to bicker any hope of a civilised meeting where we actually get something done goes flying out the window. I lean back in my chair and try to keep calm, I look around the room and sigh in defeat as I realize no one else is staying focused. Like always France is just stirring up trouble with the help of mein bruder, Russia is inching closer and closer to China who is preparing his wok to defend himself and Italy is doodling over the meeting notes singing quietly about pasta. All this has happened within the space of fifteen minutes from the start of the meeting, sometimes I wonder why we even bother. I catch the eyes of Japan and he gives me a sympathetic look, I nod to him and when I am about to stand up to bring back order on the floor above I hear gunfire. Why would there be gunfire in a building of peace? Suddenly from above there is a loud bang and this makes the rest of the countries go quiet except for Italy who naturally goes into panic mode.
"AAAAAH GERMANY WHAT WAS THAT? GERMANY HELP ME I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE! IT'S GOING TO GET ME AAAAAAAAAH I SURRENDER I SURRENDER AAAAAAAAAAAH-"
"ITALY ENOUGH!" Italy shrieks at the loudness of my voice and moves to cower under the table. We all look upwards and very faintly we can hear yelling, but soon goes quiet.
"What the bloody hell was that? What are you plotting you damn frog? It's your country after all." England yells pointing at the blonde.
"Me? Don't make absurd accusations black sheep of Europe" France retaliates flipping his hair and hence the bickering starts again which is cut short from the spontaneous collapse of the ceiling.
We all stare in horror as three forms emerge from the rumble; one is a young woman with wavy, mahogany hair and wide blue eyes who, for some strange reason, has her hands cuffed behind her back. The next is an older man that looks to be in his forties holding onto the girl and the last is a Latino, young man with dark hair and darker eyes.
"God damn it Jason! Next time you think of an idea don't do it!" The girl yells at the young man opposite her.
"Well excuse me. You were the one that got caught, I was only trying to save you!"
"Save me? You could have killed me!" The other nations and I exchange confused looks as the shouting continues and the older man starts edging to the door, but then the girl notices and with great skills and precision kicks one of the fallen bricks at his head, he then falls to the floor. For a second there is silence while they stare at the man.
"Did we just capture Costin Ionesco, someone the Order has been after for over two hundred years?" The male asks the young woman as she removes her handcuffs and places them on the unconscious man. Two hundred years? That can't be right I think to myself.
"I believe we did partner." She says laughing and they hug each other. It seems they have no idea that they have caused so much damage and ignore our existence. The girls then let's go and uses her ear piece.
"Control, the awesomeness that is the team of Rosalie Ivashkova and Jason Durante have successfully captured the target." She pauses while the person on the other end speaks and her hand goes up to the back of her head.
"There may have been some slight property damage and a few witnesses, but we can sort that out ourselves. I'm gonna hang up now before you start yelling, bye see you back at base."
"Something tells me we're in trouble." Jason says and then they both laugh again.
"He never liked us anyway. Now rock, paper, scissors to decide who takes him and who clears this mess up?" Rosalie says lifting her hand and curses when she loses.
"Have fun chica, good luck explaining." Jason says as he slings the bound man over his muscular shoulder and heads to the door.
"Well at least I don't have to face the wrath of Cartwright." She says laughing and then when he is gone she turns to face our direction.
Before the girl says anything she ties up her long hair into a ponytail and rearranges her clothing, pausing at her ripped top that reveals a toned stomach that has a rather ugly looking bruise forming.
"Sooo, um this is awkward. Which one of you guys is ..." She trails off when she looks at us for the first time with a shocked expression and reaches for her earpiece again. "We have a problem, a really big one. The meeting we just crashed was THEIR meeting. If Cartwright wasn't gonna kill us before he is now." I can't understand anything else that she says because she switches languages repeatedly guaranteeing none of us can understand her. She then hangs up and smiles warmly at us.
"Sorry about that and honestly all of this, I'm sure this meeting was very important. On behalf of my organisation I apologize most sincerely. May I enquire who is in charge so I can start organising payment for the damage my partner and I have caused?" At this point France appears next to her along with his sparkles and rose in hand.
"That would be me mon cher and it is no problem. It's not everyday a beautiful woman falls from the sky and lands right in front of you." He then takes her hand and moves to kiss it but she retracts it quickly.
"Sorry sir, business before pleasure." She says then winks at him "This is a contact of mine that will sort out any property damage, personal damage or mental damage caused by our... intrusion. Any other issues that arise please phone this number." She says handing him a business card.
"Again I am terribly sorry and it was nice meeting you, but I have to take my leave." The female climbs over fallen ceiling and heads for the door. The nerve! No answers, no explanations. Nein this is not good enough.
"Stop right there! I demand to have an explanation of who you are and what right you have to arrest a man with no obvious authority!" I say following her and when she turns to face me she wears a wide smirk.
"There's always one that has to ask questions isn't there, but I'm sorry it's classified you are in no position to know. Now if you'll excuse me." I block the doorway.
"You are not leaving until I get an explanation." I cross my arms over my chest and look to the other nations for back up.
"He has a good point miss, I would also like to know what's going on." England says moving closer and the girls sighs.
"Okay fine. My partner and I work for a very old and very secret organization, the man we captured today was previously ranked number four on the world's most wanted. That is all you need to know and all you can know without the typical cliche if I tell you, I'll have to kill you. Now please move out of my way before I get any more annoyed as in case you haven't noticed I'm having a pretty crap day so far." An agent of sorts that was obvious at the start, something is very odd about this girl and I don't trust her. She side steps me and heads for the door, but before she exits Italy comes out from under the table and calls to her.
"Ve, Rosa is that you? I'd recognise your hair anywhere, it's like mine." It seems Italy must have taken a brick to the head and is concussed, but I am surprised when she gasps and turns round.
"Feli? It's so good to see you, it's been so long. How are you?" She rushes over the the pasta lover and they share a hug.
"I'm good bella, you grew your hair out it looks nice. I've missed you loads and I was really scared when the ceiling broke." How in God's name does he know this woman?
"Sorry about that, but remember I'll always protect you, like back in the day. I've got to go now but we'll have to catch up and go out for pasta ci?" She says as they part. Italy nods vigorously and waves as she leaves. When she closes the door we all turn on Italy.
"Italy-san how do you know that girl?" Japan asks quickly.
"Oh bella she was really nice to me before and used to save me and Romano when we were in trouble. I never would of escaped England when he caught me if it wasn't for her. Ve I'm hungry we should go eat now."
"Nein Italy, tell me when did she protect you and Romano?" He blinks stupidly and then smiles.
"During the wars of course, whenever you weren't there she would look after us." Italy then skips out of the room humming. It is so hard to get my head around. The wars? She doesn't look a day over eighteen or nineteen. That can't be right and she's not a country I would have known. But if not that what the hell is she?"
I really love Germany at the moment and if I decide to keep writing this, if you guys want it, I have a feeling it may be quite a long one. So review if you wants more ^0^
Disclaimer- I own nothing but my OC's and the plot. Hetalia is not mine.