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I do NOT own Hetalia nor BBC-Sherlock. Both the Characters and the shows Belong to their rightful owners. I simply own the plot of the story.

I hope you enjoy~

Getting on a plane to a foreign country in order to avoid certain people is not easy. That was how Madeline Williams landed her arse in 'The Bloody United Kingdom'. As much as she loved Canada; there was no way she would set foot in her house ever again. Nope not after what had just happened in order to make her come to this bipolar country- not that Canada wasn't either.

Rumours had also erupted that there was a very good- if not perfect- detective around. Many people spoke of him, this meant he had to be quite interesting. Of course Madeline wasn't looking for help but she was well known for her detective work back in Canada as well. She loved investigations, they were exciting and fun. It felt like an adrenaline rush.

Weeks after her arrival she began her work in Scotland Yard, on her first day in such facility, she already had a case. How lucky was she? Yet she deserved it. She always worked so hard for it- that was why she was sent here, it was her promotion.

"Well, Officer Williams, I am aware that you were in deed very famous for your detective work back in Canada. In a result I have decided that you at least deserve your first case." Lestrade smiled at the strawberry haired lady. She grew a thankful grin. "Thank you. Thank you so much." She smiled. Oh boy was she happy; finally something great after she left Canada.

"Oh but you will have to share the case with someone." Lestrade remembered. "Hmm? With who, sir?" Madeline looked up. "Since this is a case we have had much trouble with...You will have to share it with Britain's very own Detective Consulter." He stated. "And he's quite a jerk too...Sherlock Holmes."

Madeline's head shot towards the commander. "The Sherlock Holmes? As in Sherlock Holmes? Like Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes?" She assured with amazement.

"You summoned?" Sherlock- himself- entered the room. "Speak of the devil. Mr. Holmes, this is the new smart Canadian agent- Ms. Williams." Lestrade spoke. "H-Hello Mr. Holmes, Nice to finally meet you." Madeline whispered. "Yes, it is all so amusing." Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"So, you finally called me. What took you so long, Lestrade? Okay, I need a-"

"Sherlock, Williams is going to assist you on this case." Lestrade interrupted.

"You know I do not need an assistant. May I remind you I already have John?"

"But is he not away?"

"He'll come back."

"He's on vacation for another month."

"Oh Lestrade, I can do things myself."

"So can Miss Williams."

"Fine, I'll work with her."

Sherlock turned to the beautiful shy lady. She tried to hide behind her Buddy Holly glasses though it didn't work. She could feel her tight black pencil skirt begin to creep up her legs and in a failed attempt to pull it down she dropped the papers. Documents invaded the granite floor.

"I-I'm so sorry." Madeline announced as she dropped to her knees to pick them up. "Clumsy and insecure. So what may you be running from?" Sherlock decided to help the young woman. "P-pardon me?" Her voice wavered.

"Your insecurity made you drop the papers; judging by the horribly failed attempt to pull that skirt of yours down. The way you reacted to that was simple; you first adjusted your skirt and left the documents for last after apologizing. Thus meaning your brain is ridden by insecurity and- even though you may not notice it- work comes after. Also the way you got to your knees; one at a time, and your facial expression shows me that you drop things regularly- Your attribute of clumsiness. Insecurity is simple; you don't like to be looked at. When I glanced over at you, you tried to hide your eyes and suddenly felt uncomfortable and noticed your skirt was creeping upwards. Finally, you may wonder how I know you're running away from something or someone. Your maple leaf hairpin demonstrates your love for your country- it's very dear to you. So what – or who-drove you out? Your nails are not done, meaning you don't like it- a tomboy. You don't care much for appearance due to you lack of make-up. A simple chap stick could do; adding to that tomboy theory. Your parents don't like your manly side and so they have gotten you engaged. Why are you insecure? Of course you do not like this man- he seems abusive. When you bent down- your skirt revealed a dark bruise- he's an alcoholic, yet for some reason you are a bit attracted to him judging by the ring on your necklace- your engagement ring. It's also a small reminder of your pa-"

"Sherlock!" Lestrade finally stopped him as Madeline's wide eyed expression was wiped out almost instantly. "H-how do you know all that?" She stuttered. "Don't stutter. It adds to your insecurity." Sherlock stood and handed the papers back to Madeline as he helped her up. She nodded slightly as she looked at her feet trying to collect everything. How did he know all that by just seeing her for five minutes?

"Excuse his rudeness. I am very sorry miss Williams." Lestrade apologized for Sherlock's actions. "N-no don't worry." Madeline replied.

"Let's go to the crime scene." The dark haired man spoke as he left the room. Madeline followed closely behind trying not to trip- high heels aren't her best friend.

"W-wait Mr. Holmes!" She called.

"Please, Sherlock." He replied.

"S-Sherlock, please wait for me."

"Hurry up. You don't seem to be injured- unless, your fiancé hit you that bad."

"Can you please not mention him?"

"Right, okay then I won't."

"Thank you."

"May I know his name?"

"Lars."

"Ah. Dutch is he now?"

"Yes. He is Dutch."

"So why does he hit you?"

"Can we please not talk about him? I don't want to."

Sherlock dropped the conversation and entered the Taxi along with Madeline. He immediately gave the address and turned to her. "Was I right?" He asked. "Pardon me?" he noticed her stuttering had disappeared long ago. "Was what I said right?" He repeated. "When you told my life story?" She looked at him. "Yes. Was I right?"

"Yes. You were. But how do you know all that?" She questioned. "I simply observe." Was his answer.

Madeline had been very observant of him as well but he was so hard to figure out- a complete puzzle. What the hell? Why was it so confusing? Either way, she somewhat fancied this. It didn't bore her and she could waste her extra time on that. Of course her mind would be invaded with his words. How could he know all that? Was he a psychic? But those aren't actually real.

Okay so for starters; he is not actually in the force but he helps them, he's extremely observant, and he loves exciting cases. Okay so far so good.

As they arrived at the crime scene, Sherlock began his five minute examination. Madeline found this actually quite marvellous. How smart could that man be? It was amazing.