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Hetalia=Hidekaz Himeruya=not mine=me wishing it was.


"P-put them down!" I hesitantly slapped his arms causing the arms to drop from his dancing grip. "That was someone's arms, you twit! You don't disrespect the dead like that!" I scolded.

"Hm?" He tilted his head sideways. "Oh, she isn't dead! She's in a hospital in the Bronx somewhere." He waved his arms in front of him, in defense.

"If she's alive, maybe we can_" I started, his smiled dropped and his head hung low.

"I know what you're thinking…we can't. Technically, we don't exist and_"

"Its fine, I'm used to the whole 'we don't exist' thing. Forgive me, that was a silly comment, I know my place. So what else has the culprit taken?" I asked casually taking a look at the arms after they stopped flopping, the stitches were done very amateur like, definitely not a doctor, or maybe because the subject was flopping around so much, that putting stitches on it became difficult, if that's so, then some evidence from the culprit such as finger prints or blood, might've been left behind.

"Lips, eyes, ears, and arms. Maybe something to do with the senses?"

"Perhaps but I'm thinking more of an old proverb." I said taking a pen from my front pocket and examining the open end of the arm, the blood seems to have coagulated at a large scale thus, it not spewing blood everywhere and retaining its pigment, kind of, it looks like it's activity is dying down, but I noticed now it was giving me the middle finger, okay, that's personal, this arm has a heart and a brain attached to it, somewhere out there, at that's what I think.

"Uh? What does that have to do with anything? You're not like those old kung fu masters that give you riddles instead of answers, are you? Cause' I'm a dropout and_" I checked for a pulse, I knew the kid was none too bright when it came to certain areas not pertaining to his job, like sensing moods, but him, a dropout?

"You dropped out?" I pressed further into the matter. I am going to be working with him from now on.

"Yep. I dropped out my sophomore year after my brother went missing." He shared awkwardly.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"How about you have any siblings?" He said trying to make small talk, unfortunately when you ask a Kirkland that, the answer is never short.

"I have 3 by blood and several by adoption, I don't know them all. I know there is my older brother Alistair and Dylan, they're the only ones I grew up with, I have two other brothers too, but they couldn't get along so one lives with his mother and the other with his uncle, they'd visit every once in a while, see all my blood siblings are only half-siblings, my father was had commitment issues, and then after that he travelled and adopted other children, I have no idea, if they're really related to me or not, I've met Peter, Logan, Paulette, and a brother in New Zealand, so I guess I have 3 sisters…" I realized. "So 7 or more siblings."

"That's sad, I only have one brother, and his name is Matthew." I can tell this subject is heavy on his heart, so I tried not to push into it too much.

"Oh, that's a nice and proper name, um…Alfred?"

"Please just call me Al…or the hero." He corrected.

"Yes, okay, how many of us are they're out there?"

"5. At least the ones that take care of Europe and North America, they're 7 in the Asia/ India area, several in the Middle East, and 3 in South America." Oh wow, that's little.

"Can you name them?"

"Me, you, Ivan, Mr. Wallace, and Lars. We tried to spread out our nationalities, I'm American, obviously, your British, Mr. Wallace is from Scottish or Irish, who can tell the difference they both wear kilts." Oh there's a difference all right. "Ivan is a commie, uh, I mean, Russian, and Lars is Hollandish or Dutch, whatever. All areas under our jurisdiction! Oh and your existence was wiped off the face of the planet, and you'll be living in the college with the rest of us until the day you retire, then we'll give you a new identity and send you off to a place under our jurisdiction, so a new or current member can watch over you. Y'see Mr. Wallace is in charge of that right now, he's our boss." He explained excessively.

RING RING RING

"Speaking of!" He opened his phone and spoke nodding and saying 'yeah' every once in a while. "He wants to see us, better get going, he hates it when we're late." He smiled.

"How about the arms?" I pointed.

"We'll have the FBI take care of that. It throws them for loops, and then they'll turn it in to us and give us the case officially."

"How did you know it was here then?" I asked.

"I have feelings when they're something really off, it's an extraterrestrial gift, I've been abducted once or twice and this is what happened." He said earnestly. A gift from aliens, huh? That's peculiar. "Anyways, what about a pronoun?"

"Proverb." I corrected adjusting my glasses. "a Japanese one, I learned it while on a trip to Japan with my friend, Sakura. 'The see no evil, hear no evil, and speak no evil' one."

"That's doesn't explain the arms." He said jerking his head in the direction of the arms.

"They are usually 3 wise monkeys, Mizaru, the eyes, Kikazaru, the ears, and Iwazaru, the mouth, and there is sometimes the fourth monkey depicted, Shizaru, which is depicted crossing his arms, he represents 'do no evil'."

"So? That means the perp is Asian?" He guessed.

"No, he's just familiarized with it is all, we can't afford to draw those kinds of conclusions."

"That's what Lars always says, I was hoping for more of a chill person for a partner."

"I am 'chill'." The word foreign to my British vocabulary, it's not that we Brits don't say 'chill' just. I don't use the word 'chill'.

"What's the most recent chill thing you've done?" He said snidely leaning forward to see my face.

"I've…watched Doctor Who, while eating gelato." I thought carefully.

"That's relaxing, not being 'chill', like loose on the rules." He said shaking his arms out after finally taking them out of his jacket pocket.

"I joined an occult group when I was 16 and have ascended through the ranks to the co-leader of a still running occult." I blurted out of wanting to win the argument, I really shouldn't have said that.

"Still?" He gasped.

"Yep. All vacations are spent with my brethren." I was just bragging now, if you're going to tell a secret, why not go all out with it? At least that's what I was telling myself, in truth I felt very close to this fellow, trusting, a feeling I haven't felt in a while, even with my brethren.

"What do you do there?" He whispered as if was some huge secret, I stifled laugh.

"Not telling." I said walking ahead.

"Oh, come on, I'll trade a workplace secret for it!" He pleaded.

"Sure, 1 for each detail." I offered, he smiled and took the deal.

"Okay, Mr. Wallace favors me, because he's missing a sibling as well. She ran off when he was a kid, he confided in me that he felt like a dick for treating her like the way he did. It's why he smokes and drinks so much. He says he doesn't look for her because he doesn't want to see her and he says he doesn't want to see her either, but I know that he's been secretly watching over her."

"That's sweet, I guess, this Mr…um, does he have a first name?"

"William. I remember because it's like Mattie's last name." He said matter-of-factly, handing me my helmet.

"His name is William Wallace? From Scotland?" I said raising a brow underneath the helmet.

"Yeah, why you know him?" He said pushing back the kick stand on his motorcycle.

"Please tell me you've seen Braveheart." I sighed, after getting on behind him.

"No, heard it was a great movie though!" He yelled over the repeated revving of his motorcycle and taking off.

We arrived back at the college and my bags were gone!

"My bags!" I frantically looked for them.

"I left them where someone could see it. Captain Commie probably took it to your room. He was supposed to be taking any packages or bags to his room, kind of like the communist crypt keeper of bags. We all have assigned jobs, Lars cleans the bathrooms, I take out the trash, orders food and other supplies, and Ivan takes in the mail, a chick job if you ask me, n-not that there's nothing wrong with being a g-girl or anything…" Note to self, Ivan: Russian that Alfred particularly does not like for some reason.

"Captain Commie?" I questioned.

"Ivan, he wears this stupid Soviet captain hat from his grandfather, he copied me! I freaking wore my grandfather's world war 2 bomber jacket first!" He pouted, space race, I have a feeling your culture means a lot here and that'll have to pull my weight just as much as anyone else, because of the shortage of staff, I mean, an secret agent is supposed to grab bags .

"YO! !" He yelled, we heard banging on the floor above us like someone's stomping on the floor, which he probably was.

We walked upstairs, Alfred first, me following. We walked into the 300's passing by some lab rooms and history decorated rooms. But we stopped in front of a door labeled: Faculty Restroom.

"He's on the crapper." Alfred mouthed barely audible. My eyes went wide this is…unusual.

"Well, are you waiting for an invitation? Report already." A voice said in an annoyed tone.

"Found a pair of live arms that were stitched together, oh, and Alice is here."

"Welcome and all that shit." The voice said half heartedly. "Did the FBI find it yet?"

"Nope, they'll find it eventually." Alfred excitedly reported.

We heard a flush and the sink turn on, and the door opened and a red headed man stepped out with a newspaper in hand.

"Hey Alice," He said casually patting my head with the newspaper."Alfred, call the New York Times and have them cancel any report that's in 30 miles radius of the arms location, you know the usual."

"Oi!" I yelled angrily. "You don't see me for 12 years and all you say to me is 'hey'?!" I yelled, he stopped and turned around after sighing.

"Aye. I've seen plenty of your sorry ass, funded your college too. Oh and if you want to pay that card, then how about this one? You haven't seen me in 12 years, and the first thing you're capable of doing is to bitch at me? That must be a new record." He retorted smugly, then turning on his heels to continue walking.

"You're an arse, you know that?!" I yelled.

"Mh-hm, missed you too Alice." He said sarcastically waving her off with the newspaper, not bothering to turn around or stop walking.

"D-do you know each other?" Alfred asked sheepishly.

"Yeah, he's my older brother." I gritted my teeth. What a wonderful family reunion, right? NO.

"WHAAAAAAT?!"