SpyAu

Warnings for language.

Contains OCs which are not important to the plot.

I do not own Hetalia, any James Bond references, any ACD references, the CIA, or MI6.

Sitting behind a desk, a man with choppy blonde hair quietly blew over the rim of a porcelain teacup. His eyes were closed beneath two massive eyebrows as his breath forced the rising steam from the cup to blow away from his face. Humming softly beneath his breath, he blew once more before attempting a small sip of the steaming liquid. Opening his eyes revealed two emerald colored gems, a satisfied sigh breaking from him as the corners of his lips curled slightly with peace. Yes, silence and a good cup of tea was all that he needed in his day.

The room that he sat in was a nicely furnished office, with cream-colored walls and leather furniture. There was an appearance of age to the room, but it was livened by the smell of peppermint tea that constantly flooded the room. Books lined a shelf behind the desk with some of the bindings nearly falling apart with age, containing literary works all the way to law books. For the most part, the room seemed seldom used, but it was the quiet that it created that brought him to retreat here.

In the midst of taking his second sip, a quiet knock sounded on the heavy door from the opposite end of the room. Irritation flashed in the peridot eyes as he continued taking his sip and silently watching the door. The knock sounded again, this time more earnest, before another sigh escaped the blonde.

"Come in." His voice was crisp, flowing with a Northern English accent, deep and rich.

The door opened quickly to reveal a mousy-looking woman, her moss green eyes scanning over the room before landing on the Englishman behind the desk. She stepped inside, ringing her hands ever so slightly as she gazed upon the obviously interrupted man. "I apologize, Mr. Kirkland, but they need you at Control." She said, her voice high with nervousness. "There appears to have been a break-in and M has requested you specifically. Sir." Without awaiting a nod of acknowledgement, the woman disappeared out of the door from which she came.

Silence permeated the room once again as the door shut, shutting out the sounds of the woman's heels clacking down the long hall to Control. Gazing longingly at the tea that he had just begun to enjoy, the blonde grimaced before tipping the entire cup back and letting the steaming hot liquid pour down his throat. With a dissatisfied smack of his lips, Mr. Kirkland set the teacup upon his desk and moved away from his desk towards the door. Obviously, if M had requested him specifically, he had better make haste.

Control was in utter chaos as interns and suited workers briskly walked between desks, flipping papers to the people that needed them while their eyes glanced at the large screen at the front of the room. A young man with blonde hair and glasses stood next to an older man who both stared hard at the screen. The younger man was holding a small tablet in one hand, his other hand waving at the screen as he was trying to explain the quickly scrolling numbers.

His voice had an Estonian accent, which strongly contrasted the heavy British accent of his superior. As the Englishman approached the duo, the blonde turned and acknowledged him briefly as he continued on his explanation.

"As I was explaining to M, Agent Kirkland. This hacker has broken through the first six firewalls in our security system. They have one more to go before they are through our system and have access to all of our files."

"I thought that each of the files have a separate firewall?" The older man murmured, glancing at the two blonde men as Agent Kirkland approached and took his place at the Estonian's side. He nodded briefly at his fellow countryman before returning his gaze on the shorter male between them.

"They do, but if this hacker is able to crack through our initial security system in this amount of time, then they will be through the firewalls on each file in less than a minute. Each." The Baltic immigrant waved his hand forcibly at the screen as it flashed a brilliant red, a resounding beep beginning to alarm through the room. "And now they are on the final wall."

"How long has it taken them?" The Agent asked quietly, his eyes never leaving the screen.

"We didn't catch them until they were on the fourth wall. And that was seven minutes ago. I would estimate it has taken them twelve minutes total."

"Then why the hell are we just standing here, watching them break through our security?! Can we do nothing to stop them?!"

"I have been trying sir, but they keep breaking through each block that I put up."

"Then shut them down."

"I would love to, but they have everything hidden. Whoever it is, they know what they're doing."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world.

The room hummed with the whirring of computers and chatting between employees, the clack of keys occasionally breaking through the hum. It was a large room with desks lined in various locations, some bunched together as teams worked on their cases together. Sitting at one particular desk, a young man was slightly hunched over his keyboard, fingers flying over the keys frantically. Bright blue eyes were hidden behind a pair of thick glasses that were beginning to slip down his nose.

His blonde hair was undoubtedly messy in apparent frustration as he growled audibly and repositioned himself to type again. He glanced up only once as a woman approached before diving back into his work. The woman quietly made her way behind the young man's chair, her brown eyes watching as the numbers flew across the screen on his computer.

"How's it goin'?" She asked, glancing at the young male as he shrugged off his suit jacket, letting it limply fall on the back of his chair.

"It's goin' slowly." He sighed, pushing his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose before resuming his typing. "They keep putting up blocks and trying to distract me, but it's not workin'." The young man chuckled softly. "Although, it's starting to make me nervous."

"Just keep it up Jones. Don't worry about anything negative, we'll handle that."

"Whatever you say." The man's voice was purely American, a mixture of dialects that was strongly rooted in a southern accent. "On the last wall, what exactly am I looking for?"

"I'll tell you when we get there."

"Geez Elle, why couldn't we have just asked for the information? Instead of having to break into everything?"

"They didn't want to play nice. We won't either. End of discussion, Jones."

"Yes ma'am."

The young American sighed quietly as he focused on the last bit of code that he needed to hack, eyebrows furrowing as it appeared that the code kept changing itself with each attempt. A sudden change came over his face as he tried a different code and suddenly, the black screen went to white. Sitting back, the two Americans watched carefully as the screen flickered momentarily before it began to flood with files and documents – each coded with simple encryptions. A massive smile broke over Jones' face, revealing a damn-near perfect smile.

"We're in."

A/N:

I hate writing introductions, but this is a bit of a prologue. It's short. Sorry. It will get more interesting as time goes on if I decide to continue to write it.

Edit: For some reason, this didn't put in my spacing correctly.