Cat and Mouse

Summary: Alfred F. Jones and his partners are the FBI's greatest team. Natalia Arlovskaya is the world's greatest thief and at the top of the FBI's most wanted list. Alfred's hunting Natalia. But Natalia's also hunting Alfred. Will the good guys win or will evil prevail? Or will something completely unexpected happen? AU AmexBel

I dunno how, but I was inspired to write this fic. xD I recently became a little obsessed with the pairing of America and Belarus after spending hours googling images of them and stuff. I think they make a cute couple. x3 Anyways, hope y'all enjoy this! And I hope it doesn't seriously fail! ^^"

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!

NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK. FEDERAL BANK. MAY 21, 2010. 11:56 PM:

Click. "Just one more," a figure clad in black whispered. A gloved hand turned the dial slowly, ear pressed to the large metal box. Click. The figure smirked. So far so good.

"All right, Nat," a female's voice spoke through the earpiece in the figure's ear. "I deactivated all the motion sensors, so there shouldn't be anything going off when you open up the safe. Get what we came for and get out, got it?" There was a long pause. "Natalia? You there?"

"Yeah, whatever," Natalia muttered, rolling her eyes. Her sister could be a little bossy sometimes. "I know what I'm doing." She grabbed the metal handle of the safe and opened it carefully, not knowing what to expect. She waited several seconds for any alarms or anything else that could disrupt her mission. When nothing happened, she reached inside, grabbed the contents of the safe before shutting the door and spinning the lock. She then took off running down the dimly lit hallway, pocketing the small black satchel she had just stolen. She rounded a corner and then stopped to look up at the ceiling where there was a large gap in the ventilation system. That was her exit. Bending her knees, Natalia jumped up in the air and grabbed hold of the edges of the air shaft with her hands. She hung there for a moment before she swung herself up and into the duct with ease, then she covered the hole with the vent, and screwed it in with one of the many pocket-sized screwdrivers she carried (just in case). The Belarusian took out a small flashlight, turned it on so she could see in the dark, cramped space, and stuck it in between her teeth before she started crawling through it.

Luckily, the ventilation took her right outside the side of the building into a dark alley. She pulled herself out of the duct and reattached the vent. She scanned the outside of the alley before she ducked behind a dumpster to avoid being seen. Good thing black blended well into the dark. Frowning, Natalia pressed her earpiece into her ear. "Kat?" she whispered. "I'm out. Where's the van?"

"You came out from where you entered, right?" Katyusha asked.

"Of course I did."

"All right, I'm right around the corner in the restaurant's parking lot. It's all clear, so hurry."

"Okay, I'm coming," Natalia murmured. She stood up and started walking out of the alley, trying to look terribly suspicious to civilians. She kept one hand in the pocket that contained the satchel, making sure it stayed there and she didn't lose it...because that would be bad. She turned right at the corner and kept going until she saw the first restaurant, and then entered the parking lot. She easily found Katyusha and the dark blue van they drove. As she neared the vehicle, the engine started and the lights went on. She threw open the side door and stepped inside the car, sliding the door closed behind her. Her sister immediately started driving away the second she was inside and the door was shut.

"How'd it go?" her sister asked in her Ukrainian accent. "Were you successful?"

"What do you think?" Natalia scoffed as she held up the small bag with a smirk before tucking it into her black purse sitting on the floor in the back. She pulled off the short, black wig and shook out her long, platinum blond hair. She tossed the wig onto one of the many computers and other technology that Katyusha used to assist Natalia with their thefts.

Natalia used her years of gymnastics and ballet to her advantage, easily sneaking into banks, jewelry stores, and other places containing large amounts of money and high-priced objects. She was flexible, stealthy, and she was trained to fight if such a moment was necessary. Her step-sister, Katyusha, on the other hand, was useless in these skills. However, she certainly made up for it with her brains and ability to hack any computer or security system she wanted. They (well, mostly Natalia was) were well known among the law enforcement, named "The Cat" by newspapers because of Natalia's stealthiness and ability to just disappear. They were quite the duo indeed, and they've never been caught once. Not yet, anyway.

The Belarusian climbed up to the passenger seat of the van, combing out her blond hair with her fingers. She began to take off her boots, scowling and wincing. "Ugh, remind me again why I insist on wearing heels for these things?"

Katyusha smiled and chuckled as she continued driving.

NEW YORK CITY. FBI HEADQUARTERS. MAY 22. 10:13 AM:

"'Mornin', Rookie!" someone called as Alfred F. Jones stepped off the elevator.

The young blond carrying a Dunkin Donuts coffee in his hand scowled and turned to face the grinning Chinese man sitting behind his desk with brown hair tied into a ponytail. "Shut up, Yao," he replied. "You know I hate it when you guys call me that."

"Aw, but that's what you are," Yao chuckled. "A rookie."

It was true. Alfred was only 18 when he started working for the FBI. Ever since he was young, Alfred wanted to be a hero, rescue a damsel in distress, and fight evil. What better way to do that than to go into law enforcement and become an agent? His father was a retired agent and he had pulled some strings to get the eager American a job there over the summer, starting as an intern. It was only supposed to be a desk job and coffee runs, but coincidentally, Alfred had managed to arrest one of the FBI's most wanted criminals, Ivan Braginsky, while getting coffee one day. It was quite a feat for an intern, and before Alfred knew it, he was one of the best, and not to mention youngest, agents in less than a year. Now at age 19, Alfred had a great job with great pay, an awesome apartment he shared with his brother, and a wicked car that he could afford all on his own. Life was good.

The young man rolled his blue eyes, smiling anyway. He knew Yao only called him a rookie out of affection. "Whatever," he sighed. "Did Arthur or Francis come in yet?" Arthur Kirkland and Francis Bonnefoy were his two partners. They were both about 22 or 23 years old, so they weren't that much older than he was.

"Arthur's here," Yao replied. "Early as usual. Francis hasn't come in yet. He's late, as usual." He let out an amused snort. "Probably had some company over last night."

Alfred chuckled. "Wouldn't surprise me," he muttered.

"Oh, yeah! I almost forgot. Boss wants to see you guys in the conference room right away. That's where Arthur is. He says he has an important assignment for you guys."

"Oh? Okay, thanks, Yao, I'll go there right now," Alfred replied, nodding. He took one last sip of his coffee before tossing it into the trash and heading into the large conference room.

The conference room never ceased to amaze him. It was just like all those spy movies. Dark gray walls, gray carpet, and a large table surrounded by fancy looking chairs in the center of the room with a hologram machine in the center. At the table sat two people: one was Arthur Kirkland, the blond Englishman from London with bushy eyebrows; and the director of the FBI, Ludwig Beilschmidt. Ludwig was a tall, blond German with intimidating blue eyes. Although he was born in Germany, he has been living in America for quite some time, but still has a faint German accent. He says that likes having his accent because it not only helps with scaring others, but it's a reminder of where he was born.

"Hey, Boss!" Alfred greeted cheerfully as he walked inside and over to the table. He sat down next to Arthur and poked his shoulder. "'Mornin', Iggy."

Arthur groaned and rolled his emerald eyes. "Seriously," he sighed, speaking in a British accent. "Why do you always insist on calling me by that ridiculous nickname? It's so childish."

Alfred shrugged and grinned. "I dunno," he replied. "It just seems cute. I like it, so therefore I'm gonna keep calling you by it." That received another eye roll from the Brit.

"Ahem," Ludwig cleared his throat to get their attention. "I'm sure you know that the reason I've called you here is because I've got an important assignment for your team." He looked around and frowned. "Damn it, where's Francis? Is he here?"

"No, he's not," Arthur grumbled irritably. Being British, he was very big on punctuality and manners. He got very annoyed by those who came late. So, Francis was mostly always on the top of his list of 'Most Obnoxious People in the World'. "He's-"

"Je suis ici! I'm here!" a voice called as they ran into the conference room. The blond Frenchman stopped at the table across from Alfred and Arthur, bending over to catch his breath. "Sorry I am so late," Francis gasped. "There was, um, traffic." He grinned sheepishly and sat down. Alfred snorted, knowing that Francis meant he overslept or had a visitor last night. Arthur just scowled.

Ludwig narrowed his eyes at Francis. Needless to say, Francis wasn't one of Ludwig's favorites. The man was always late to work, always flirting with his female (and sometimes also male) co-workers, once in a while he would show up to work drunk, and just...he was just being French. But Francis was also a pretty good agent, so Ludwig couldn't ever fire him. What he did in the field made up for his French-ness. "Of course," he muttered, rolling his eyes. "Anyways, I've called you all here to give you your latest assignment. As you know, there have been a series of break-ins and thefts all by this person known as "The Cat", according to the news. Local police haven't been able to catch her-we're assuming it's a female since the witnesses who have seen her describe her as a "she". We need this thief caught, and you guys are the best we have..." He glanced over at Francis who flashed him a charming smile. "Unfortunately," he muttered inaudibly towards Francis.

Alfred's eyes went wide. "Wait, hold up. You're giving us the Cat assignment? Fuck yeah! I've been wanting to handle this one so long!" he yelled as he threw his fist up in the air as a sign of victory.

"Watch your mouth, Alfred," Arthur hissed, shooting him a dirty look. "We're in front of the director, you know."

"Oh, right," Alfred replied, looking embarrassed. "Sorry, Boss."

Ludwig held up a hand and shook his head. "It's fine. It's nice to see you're excited for this, but you shouldn't get too cocky. You know that this "Cat" person has been giving the local authorities difficulty. You'll need to be extra careful with this one."

"Don't worry, Boss!" Alfred said, grinning and giving Ludwig a thumbs up. His blue eyes were full of determination and excitement. "We'll catch that Cat and throw 'em behind bars like we do with every other criminal out there! You have nothing to be worried about."

And that was the first chapter. It probably sucks right now. T_T But I swear, I'll try and make it better in the future! ^^" I haven't really written an action fic before, so this is a little new to me, heheh. ^^"" I'll upload the next chapter as soon as I can!

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