A/N – Out of my utter laziness, I've taken a leave of absence from this site..but I'm back! Maybe.. I plan on occasionally coming on here, spending most of my time focusing on school as I need to. I mean grades and such. Any-who, here's the 5th and hopefully final attempt at writing a Hetalia fanfic. A lot of my other one had no finess, nor a complete plot, but FINALLY as I was showering last night, I got the greatest idea! A complete one might I add! It had a great plot, a different main character besides the one I kept overusing in my past attempts(America), and a unique back story. Or at least I hope it was. Probably someone else has a similar idea elsewhere on this site, but I was too tired to check. Anyway, here you go! Enjoy~ FYI The main character comes in very soon but later. That's kind of weird to have a main character do that. Huh maybe America is the main character. Jesus, I'm confusing myself.
America's POV
Snapping my fingers to the jam that was blowing through the streets was all that filled my mind. Grooving to it, I strutted along, winking at myself anytime I passed by a reflective window. Mmm. Oh I'm a fine piece aren't I? Honks added to the inner beat in my head. Oh the honks, gotta' love em'! This city can always make me feel at home. The hustle, the bustle. The sweet smell of bread that filled the air. Ooh! I can't get enough! Of course I live here, for years might I add, but nevertheless the classic city scenario never get's old.. Munching on my burger, I walked along the sidewalk, slowly inching to my destination, so far, yet so close. As I arrived around the last turn, a blond man crashed into me. He fell on top of me, then pushed himself up. He looked down at my eyes, blinking. Then he screamed and started running off in the other direction.
"What the hell.."
"Alfred!"
Turning I saw my partner in crime, Andersen, also my best friend.
"Where have you been?"
"I was just heading to work? What's going on?"
He helped me up.
"Well, that guy you just crashed into, he was acting all loony. Scaring the public. I hear that he was the local food critic, but apparently after his last meal, he ran off blasting out of the restaurant"
I brushed myself off.
"We'd better hurry, or we might lose him," he concluded, slapping me on the back.
I turned around and followed Andy. He kept flashing his badge around, to make the civillians part like the sea. Soon enough, we found the crazed man huddled next to a trash can in an alleyway. He was covering his head, shaking. I squatted down next to him.
"Sir? Are you feeling all right.."
He looked up, slowly moving his hands from his eyes. He pushed me back and started sprinting down to the other end of the alley.
"SIR!" Andy yelled, reaching out.
He stumbled up, then began pulled out his tazor, running in the crazed man's direction.
"Hurry up Al!"
We chased the man for a few blocks, until we reached the city line. The man stood at the edge.
"Crap.." Andy breathed, gripping his weapon tighter, while shifting around.
You could get his fear. The city edge was off limits. Without permission, crossing it was a violation unforgiveable. Consequently, you'd be hunted and brought back for execution. I still hear stories however of brave men and women, crossing and getting away. Sometimes I'm curious as to what's beyond.. None have ever come back, otherwise they'd be dead, so no confirmed tales exist.
"Sir! Please! Just step away from the line! Haven't you heard of what happens to people who cross!?" Andy yelled.
"Y-yes.."
The man's British accent was a rare one. This city had dialects of all flavors, as it was large enough to house such different types of people. Oddly, British accents were disappearing. The man stopped shaking, and finally opened his eyes, wide and aware.
"I understand now.."
"What?" I asked.
"It all makes sense."
"Sir, we're going to need you to come over to us." Andy stated, firmly.
A large crowd began to surround us. The wind was picking up, which meant bad news. We ran far enough, that we reached the Middle East section of the city. Desert territory if you will. The wind only meant one thing; a sandstorm.
"You two.."
"Everyone, I'm going to need you to go back to your homes!" I yelled to the crowd, worried about the time crunch we had until the storm hit. The empty, desert land behind the British man started to grow more opaque, as it began to get more and more dense with sand. "Seriously! Hurry!" I ushered to the crowd, hoping they would move. They all shuffled into nearby buildings.
"You two are special.." the British continued. "Very special. But I can't put my finger on it. Just know, you must leave. Get out of this city. I assure you, it's for the best."
He stepped over the line, as the sand enveloped his body, and his sillouette stepped away, disappearing into the landscape.
"UGH!" grunted Andy, covering his eyes. "Al! We gotta' get out of here!"
"Yeah!"
We reached each other, throwing each of our arms over the other's shoulders. We hurried off to a nearby hotel, and pushed the door open. It flashed wide open, revealing scared citizens. We worked together and shut it tight, leaning against it then falling to the ground, exhausted. Andy rubbed a mix of sweat and dirt from his forehead, leaving a large smear. I pulled my cowboy hat from my neck, and patted out the dirt that resided in it.
"This cost 2000 Halfs.." I grumbled.
"Calm down, we'll buy you another one later."
"Who are you..?" a man asked, hiding behind a fallen table.
"Police." Andy flashed his badge.
"Same, but I don't have my badge on me currently.." I smiled.
They stared at me, still worried.
"So uh, do you have a room we could stay at for now?"
"We don't own this place.."
"Alright then.."
Andy stood up, and started walking to the back. The glares from these people were unreal. I mean, we're the police! We protect people. We're high ranked detectives might I add. They need to learn what respect is, cause for damn sure, we deserve it! Protecting these people for so long takes a lot of effort! I hurried up, and followed Andy behind.
We made our way upstairs, passing by rooms that occasionally carried noise. Some included crying from children, the sounds of a fuzzy T.V. crackling and words of another language I definitely didn't understand, and the occasionally sound of stirring sand, as these buildings weren't made or rebuilt within the last 20 years. The creak of the floor was enough to make you worry you'd fall through. We made our way through until we reached a room that was far enough from the others that no one could hear us. The door was unlocked, and creaked open.
"Hallo?"
It's always nice to hear a different dialect every once in a while. Even if it's the Danish I hear almost daily. I like my native origins and all, but where I originate, we have no particular sound or accent. It's just plain, Mary-Jane English, without the cool sound. We threw ourselves onto the bed. I spreaded my arms out wide in exhaustion, my left hand hit Andy's face. He shoved it away.
"I don't know what to tell the chief.." Andy rubbed the back of his neck. "He sent me on this job particularly. He said I 'had to catch him'."
"Nah dude. I was there too so we can split the blame."
"Yeah, I don't think you should really say anything. If you haven't noticed, you've never been on the chief's 'good side'."
"Well yeah, but who cares? We're his best detectives! There's no way that he would fire us about this."
Andy pulled out his phone, and started dialing some numbers.
"Oh, yeah, Lukas? Mhm. Yeah it's me. Can you send for a taxi? We're in the Middle East and need some help. Sandstorm."
I took off my glasses, gently rubbing the sand away. Putting them back on, everything got clearer for an instant. Whenever I put my glasses on, it's like a blast of clarity that's similar to opening a more vivid world to you. The drab place you were in before, now because a sharp lively room. It's a small detail, but a nice one. I guess I'm sort of sentimental in that type of way. I treasure the small things, the little changes. Of course, little changes could lead to big things when combined with other little changes. The small details do matter, or at least that's how I see it. Getting up, I walked over to the window. The small pitter of the sand pelting against the glass was a little alarming, since who knows when it will give in, but calming all the same. Every second I stood by the window, watching the storm blow through, meant we were one second closer to it ending. I couldn't wait. I was interrupted during my daily dose of honking.
"You disappointed me Anderson."
The creepy chill Chief Braginsky let off was enough to send shrills of chills up your spine and right back down to your toes. Stories of what he had done to 'naughty' prisoners or bad cops were frightening as is. I had only witnessed one beating the chief gave, and it wasn't pretty.
"Sorry sir." Andy tilted his head down.
"Chief," I began, stepping forward.
"Da?"
"I was there as well." The truth. "However, while Andy was telling the pedestrians to run indoors due to the incoming sandstorm, I hesitated, and didn't act quick enough to stop the escapee." A little white lie never hurt anyone. Except me.
"Well. This isn't what the report Andy delivered to my desk said."
"He wrote something else in order to protect me."
"Hm. I'll have to punish you both," he smiled.
Crap. This wasn't what I wanted..
"Lying is bad. Very bad."
Oh no..
"Your salaries will pay a severe consequence because of this. Now go."
"Huh?" Andy spoke, utterly confused.
"What? Do you want me to make it worse?"
"Sorry sir. We'll be leaving." I grabbed Andy's arm, and pulled him out. Right outside of the station, we stood there.
"I wasn't expecting that." I broke.
"Yeah.."
"Why do you think he let us off so easily..?" I trailed, slowly working my eyes towards his office window on the second floor. He was peeking through his curtains watching us. Andy began to turn around, when I grabbed his arm and yelled out loud, hoping the chief would hear,"Let's get some bagels!" Citizen's passing by stared at me.
"Alright..?" We hurried along, shoving through the crowd, until we reached the select bagel shop for all cops: Rose et Bagel. It was French or something. Walking in, the fresh smell of warm bread filled the air, as did an odd yet arousing mix of flowers.
"Francis! My man! Wanna' hook us up with some bagels? Cream cheese please." I smiled.
"Oui! You are my best and most loyal customer!" Francis walked to the back of the cafe, into the kitchen. We sat down at a nearby table. I whistled, tapping my fingers and staring around at the bustling cafe. A little kid was messily stuffing a scone down his face, as his father did almost the exact same. A beautiful blond woman was ordering some cake to-go. As she walked out, she noticed me staring, and smiled. I blushed.
"What were you looking at?" Andy randomly blurted.
"Huh? Oh, well see that girl looked really-"
"Not her. Earlier. Outside of the station."
"Oh that? Nothing.."
"You were staring. You never stare unless you're focused. Otherwise you're blinking all over the place."
"Ere' you are! Enjoy my belle, la graisse client~" Francis cut in.
"What does that mean?"
"Oh, nothing. Just complimenting you.." Francis smiled, then turned away, walking back to the kitchen.
"Okay.." I whispered. "So as we walked out, I thought someone was staring. Low-and-behold, the chief was watching us from his window. He's hiding something and is trying to distract us or something.."
"He was staring? I wonder why.."
"You and me both." I leaned back into my seat. I looked down my sight, staring at the steaming bagels that were just freshly toasted and coated in cream cheese, and chives. My mouth was salavating. Some obnoxious kid passing by, grabbed my bagel right out of my hands, and took a large chunk right out of it.
"..."
"You pigs are fat enough as is. No need to gorge yourself anymor-"
"Now listen here you little shit."
The kid stopped, and I thought I had the one up over him, scaring him already so early into the game, when actually he was gagging.
"Is he okay?!" some lady asked, watching us.
I stopped distressing over my bagel for a minute to lean over and listen to his breathing. Rasping. He was definitely not okay. I quickly shoved myself out of my chair, and stepped behind the kid. He dropped his bagel, and began to grip his throat. I wrapped my arms around his stomach, and began to pull at an upward angle. I repeated the motion, over and over. Slowly more people began to star at us, slightly distracting me. But I had to focus. I stayed on task for once, and successfully dislodged the piece of bread that got stuck in his windpipe. He fell to the ground, gasping for air. Applauding came from around the cafe, with Francis coming out of the kitchen in alarm.
"What is going on?"
Andy smirked. "Al saved a kid's life.
I smiled, and stood heroically. Oddly, something about this felt natural. I know I've always wanted to protect people, and keep them from harm's way like a hero, but this was different. I felt as though I was reaching in, and grabbing another piece as to who I really am. For once in my life. I didn't feel at peace. I felt different. I didn't feel like myself anymore.
A/N: Hope you liked that! ;) If you're wondering, I'm using the characters human names if you hadn't noticed. Also 'Andy' is just Denmark. I thought I'd point that out since his actual name wasn't ever officially stated. Just suggested ones. Any-who, review, fave, and follow for more! See ya!