How The West Was Kept
This is a mildly modern Wild West were America/Alfred and Fem!Canada/Madeline are well... Hired guns, bounty hunters, and (In a pinch) anything legal that pays. Rest of story explanation to come. Going to be UkUS and Prucan in the future. Enjoy! Modern Wild West AU. Circa late 1950's early 1960's. I own nothing!
Story so far: Upon Arrival in Royalton, our heroes (yes two of them America, shut up) find themseves befriended by Gilbert Beilschmidt, hired gun for Kirkland Enterprises. This devilish sharpshooter realizes why they're in town and takes them to meet Arthur Kirkland, Owner of the business.

"Nah, it's the truth. The Kirkland family and the Beilschmidts go way back to Europe. Granted, we weren't on the friendliest terms at that time, but we were aware of the other. The Vargas family actually got here first, but who's keeping track? We're all friends here. And I can get you guys into the company easy. Arthur was deperate for guns when he hired my brother and I. He already had the Vargas triplets on the roll as is. They're a wild bunch but Ludwig seems to have fallen for the second oldest. She'll probably end up getting him killed or at least shattering his heart when this ventures over." Gilbert laughed drunkenly.
Alfred, who had consumed at least as much as much if not more alcohol as the Prussian, laughed along. Of course he had no idea what Gilbert was talking about.
"But you can get us a chance to talk to Arthur Kirkland?" Maddie yanked the bottle of beer from her brother's hand.
"Yes, I can." Gilbert stood, not even a little wobbly despite the copious amounts of alcohol he'd consumed. Madeline had to wonder where he put it all. Were his legs hollow to store so much booze?
Alfred, however was not so graceful when intoxicated. He would have fallen over if Maddie had not forseen this and caught him.
"To the Kirkland manor!" The silver haired man shouted trying to act more drunk than he was, making Maddie giggle. He caught her eye and winked, making her blush. Butterflies raced in the pit of her stomach, it was a strange feeling not unlike being drunk. But this was more enjoyable.

The Kirkland manor was indeed a MANOR.
Even Alfred in his wasted state whistled long and low in appreciation.
"Would ya look at that, Maddie? This Arthur dude most be loaded to have such a place."
Maddie made a face as her brother's alcohol scented breath reached her nose.
"Alfred, your breath stinks. Stop breathing in my face."
"Yeesh, sorry sis but I-" Suddenly, Alfred stopped talking and went a shade of green that Maddie recognized all too well.
"In the bushes!" She hissed, pushing her sibling into the brush, where Alfred proceeded to empty his stomach.
"He doesn't hold his liquor well." Gilbert commented dryly as he helped Alfred to his feet.
"Yeah and where did you put all yours?" She drawled in response, pulling a hankie out of her skirt pocket and holding it out to Gilbert, "You've got some vomit on your pants."
Gilbert looked down and swore, he snatched the cloth out of her hands and dabbed at the spots.
"We Beilschmidts learn to hold our booze in the womb- Dammit this isn't going to come out!"
Maddie rolled her eyes, so much for male superiority tonight. She'd have to take charge. Again.

The inside of the manor was just as grand as the outside. A maid appeared and led Alfred away,leaving Maddie alone. With. Gilbert. Beilschmidt.
'Oh great. What else could go wrong.'
It seemed a whole lot could go wrong from there.

The door to Arthur Kirkland's office was a normal oaken door. But it had a gold knocker. Maddie rolled her eyes as Gilbert made a big show of carefully knocking with it.
"Come in, Gilbert. And your friend." An British sounding voice called from behind the door.
Gilbert shivered.
"I hate it when he does that." He mumbled, opening the door.
The office was dominated by a row of massive bookshelves. Ancient looking tapestries hung in strategic spots around the room. A mahogany desk sat near a blazing fireplace. And behind that desk sat...
"Are you an elf?" Madeline instantly regretted the question as the handsome young man flushed bright red and stood.
But the question seemed logical. He was delicately built and his ears had a subtle point to them.
"No. I am not an elf."
Gilbert laughed into his sleeve, pretending to cough.
Arthur Kirkland wasn't fooled however and he glared at Gilbert with open dislike. The albino stopped laughing and cleared his throat.
"Mr. Kirkland, this is-"
"Yes, yes. I know. Madeline Williams-Jones. And I believe your brother Alfred Jones is somewhere on the premises. You're here for a job. I have heard of your exploits, Miss Williams and I must say that you will make an excellent member of the team. Dismissed. I expect you and your brother to be moved into the manor by tomorrow afternoon."

Madeline sat, a little stunned, in her hotel room.
This was definately going to be an interesting job.

Hola Amigos and Amigas! So we have met Arthur. Happy now? Good. Now I still have to figure out why Arthur is gathering firepower... Come on, I'm a writer not a genius. Well some say I'm a genius but I digress.
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