Kv: -invisible- aha... hello... Hetalia fandom...

The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.
-American proverb

"Exactly who is this?" a middle aged man asked as he looked over to his co-worker. The room they were looking into was plain. It had white walls and floor and at the top, a single light bulb was hanging as it gave light to the only living thing in there. On the floor, there laid a man with dead blue eyes and light caramel blonde hair that was always messy no matter what anyone did. The small cowlick was especially annoying. But there he laid, not moving and only breathing as he stared at nothing. He could not hear them nor see them.

"This is Weapon Zero. He's our... most successful project so far," the older man said rather bragging. They both stared at the boy, who was no more than 19, as he laid on the floor in his matching white shirt and shorts. "He's a rebel though; he hates listening to any orders we give him. You constantly have to use force with this one," he laughed. "What else can you expect from an American though?"

"Does he have any other name?" the younger one asked as he flipped through the paperwork they kept on Weapon Zero. The weapon was indeed only 19 years of age. "So young..." he mumbled in pity for the boy.

"Hm, he-" the older one tried to speak but both their attentions were caught as the boy behind the bulletproof glass began to speak.

"My name is Alfred F. Jones," he said firmly. He gave no sign of being in pain or weak which left the scientists astonished by not only the fact that he spoke but that he heard them. The younger scientist turned on the microphone and studied Weapon Zero before speaking.

"...Mr. Jones, do you know where you are?" he asked. The other scientist laughed.

"William! He's been here since he was a mere child! This is all he knows," he laughed. William turned to his co-worker scientist and shot him a glare that made him shut up. William turned back to microphone and sighed.

"Mr. Jones, can you answer me?" he asked again. They stayed in silence for awhile and waited.

"Hell," Weapon Zero said firmly.

It was a warm yet breezy spring day as Arthur Kirkland walked along the path in the park. He enjoyed the greenery the park had to offer. He sat down in the bench and leaned back, smiling gently as he began to daydream about his old life in the country. He'd come a long way after working on a farm in his childhood to become the man he was today. He had barely graduated with a bachelor's degree and began working at his new job as a writer for a newspaper. It wasn't much but it was getting his foot through the door.

Ah yes, he was quickly joining the world of the working men at his young age of 23. He hummed peacefully as he thanked God, if he existed, quietly in his mind. He listened in on the bird's chirping and the occasional laughter of children walking through the park with their parents.

But however, his calm state of mind was broken when his cellphone began to ring. He sighed, a small frown appearing on his face since he knew who was calling by the ringtone it had. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and answered the call.

"Hello Francis," he said sarcastically. His green eyes hinted his annoyance at the call from his co-worker.

"Ah, Arthur! I'm so glad you picked up!" Francis exclaimed enthusiastically. "You usually don't answer my calls; could it be that you have something to say to me, Angel?"

Arthur sighed, "did you just call to bother me you annoying frog?"

"Oh, no. I actually have something that seems like you might take interest in," papers could be heard shuffling, "we have word that there's been some experimenting going on in an old abandoned Soviet lab not far from London. It's located in the country side, but the boss wants someone to go down there and see what's happening. See if anyone is willing to talk. The Soviet Union might have disbanded, but no one knows exactly what's going on and what Russia is actually doing. They're so quiet..." Francis mumbled the last part.

Arthur sat in thought for a bit, "Francis, we work for a newspaper. Not the military. I don't think it's wise to be to miss with any political issues that such a high degree as that."

"Ah, boss thought you'd say that," he nearly sang. "But when Mr. Campbell wants a story, he's willing to pay big, and as my friend, I have decided to tell you about this special offer before anyone else."

"It sounds like you want me dead more than anyone else," Arthur pouted.

"Oh, same difference! Anyways, what do you say?" Francis asked cheerfully.

"Well..." he paused, "what's the pay?"

"Depends, darling. Depends...But if you do a good job, boss is willing to pay up to 10,000 pounds."

"I'm in," Arthur immediately agreed. He could hear Francis smirk over the phone, but how could he pass up money like that? If it were American dollars, it'd be a little over 15,000. He hung up after telling Francis to text the directions of the building. Arthur grinned to himself.

Nothing could go wrong.

...yet.

Kv: Aha... I-I'm scared...

PFFT, JUST KIDDING.

Sup people! :3 I'm Kakumei's voice. I use to be a -somewhat- popular((I think)) writer in the Vocaloid section, but teehee, I am joining my precious little country fanatics here. So yeah... This may or may not be a USUK story... We'll see. *wink* But eh, review? It's always encouraging to have a review on the first chapter.