A/N: Just something I really want to write. I've had this idea for a while now, and I'd love to share it.

Summary : Alfred's going to lose his job if anything happens to the test subject. And he really doesn't want to. It's his life, and he would do anything to keep it. Unless…

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Another day at work for Alfred. He was doing a job only a few people could do - work at one of the most famous places in the world. Well, what he believed to be. Area 51. He'd been so chuffed when he was told he could work there, but he did have to give up his whole life. Matthew, his brother, had told him to not worry and that he could take care of the family. Their parents had been worried, but they had said he should go. So he did, and he could now only send them one letter a year, just to tell them he was alive.

Now, he'd been assigned a rather important job. A new test subject had been found somewhere - Alfred wasn't aware of exactly the location - and he had to guard and protect it. It was sealed in a box with holes in it; from this Alfred believed it must have been alive. When he was first showed it, the men had to lock the doors and have guards in the room. He seriously didn't know how he could guard this thing alone if they needed so many people to protect him and his boss. Even if he did have abnormal strength.

"Befriend it," his boss had croaked, "And maybe it won't hurt you. No promises boy,"

He himself had nodded and just went along with it.

"And beware, this guy's dangerous." was another clue it was alive. "If he kills you, we'll replace you right away. Got it?"

His boss never really liked him, but he agreed about Alfred being good enough for the job. Alfred himself thought he was rather good with a gun, and even melee weapons. But he sort of doubted he could do this job - no one went near the subject's room, as they said it was frightening. Of course, in front of their faces, Alfred had just called them pussies and laughed it off, but now, standing there outside the room himself, he had a pit of fear growing in his stomach. If this thing could kill him, then it sure would.

Even though he was armed with a gun, he still feared the worst. Visions of it breaking out as some vicious, monstrous creature and blasting through the wall, sharp claws and everything.

Surely he, the hero from childhood, could defeat such a thing?

Somehow, he knew he couldn't. But he didn't even know what it was yet, so there was no need to be so dark.

Looking up, Alfred noticed his workmate Lovino come over to him. He greeted him with a quick wave of the hand.

"I got you some coffee, bastard." snarled the smaller guy, handing him aforementioned drink. Lovino was Italian, if the name wasn't enough of a giveaway, and had a twin called Feliciano. He was always mentioning the guy, saying he'd fallen for some 'German potato bastard' back home, and he hoped that the guy hadn't harmed his brother.

As Alfred slurped his coffee, Lovino looked at the door behind him. "Bastards not letting you see him yet?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Thought they would by now. Been a week."

The American shrugged. "I don't mind, I can wait for it. Hasn't made a noise though; I doubt it's alive."

"I bet it is, y'know." Lovino mumbled. "I got some info from Antonio. He said he heard it was some guy who's got some magic or… Something."

"Cool." Alfred smirked. He liked it when his friends gave him inside information.

At the end of the day, Alfred began walking to his dorm after everyone was called away for the night guards to start their shift. Everyone had dorms, kind of like in College, and he shared with his friends. Francis, a French pervert, whose hair was really starting to annoy him. Lovino, obviously. A Spaniard called Antonio; he's pretty air headed and loves messing around with Lovino. Then there was an East German boy called Gilbert. He got up everyone's nose, claiming he was awesome all the time, but Alfred got along with the guy. Finally, a girl called Hungary (she was fucking badass, man!) was in the corner. Gilbert was always hitting on her, but she would hit him every time. Alfred assumed they just had unresolved sexual tension. Probably did.

Flopping down on his bed, Alfred sighed heavily. Usually he was last to finish his shift, but only Gilbert and Francis were there. Them two and Antonio were really good friends - they called themselves the Bad Touch Trio, because they liked to cause trouble a lot.

"Ah, Alfred! Bonjour~!" cooed Francis, brushing a comb through his wavy hair as usual. Gilbert greeted him with a 'Yo' before going back to whatever he was talking about.

All of a sudden, the door creaked open. Alfred lifted his head up to see his boss, whose name was unknown to everyone, standing there. He beckoned for the Yank to go outside the room.

As Alfred stood up, the others gave him a confused look, but he shrugged back to them.

"Alfred," his boss began. His voice was hoarse; he was seriously old. "You can come and see your subject."

Alfred suddenly felt fear. To be honest, he was scared inside. It could be anything. Anything. Before now, he'd seen hybrid wolf-fish thing. It had bit someone, and they'd died shortly after - the subject was tested on, but they found nothing, and it was killed. His boss began to lead the way, and he gulped - as heroic as he was, he was seriously petrified.

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A/N: How was it? I hope it wasn't too bad… I guess I kinda like it myself. Yeah, as you thought, Lovino's potty mouth has raised the rating. xD.

Please review, I'd love to know what you awesome people think. 8D