Chapter One
Well I'm back! I know shocking right? Anyway this is the new update, I worked really hard to get this out so fast so I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: AmericanPrussian does not own hetalia or any thing that is canon. Any relations to heroes in other sources is a coincidence.
Arthur Kirkland was having a bad day. Scratch that, a horrible, miserable, all your joys in life have been killed, kind of day.
That morning his alarm clock didn't ring so he was nearly late for work, he had run out of tea and forgot to get more, and his laptop managed to lose it's charger cord.
"Arthur, the boss wants to see you," a receptionist by the name of Emily said, poking her head inside his and his co-workers common room. Said male groaned but stood up. "I'll be there in a minute, thank you for telling me,' he said glancing up at the receptionist who gave him a small apologetic smile.
Arthur worked at the esteemed newspaper 'The Gazette' as a journalist. His boss and old friend, Feliciano Beil-Schmidt Vargas was known to be eccentric and tended to make important decisions on a whim. His boyfriend, now husband, was the only thing that kept the newspaper from falling apart.
Hoping to get the undoubtedly tiring encounter over, he quickly walked to the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. While he was waiting he glossed over his latest article, a colab effort with his editor Elizaveta on the anniversary of the foundation of the 'International Association of Heroes' or 'The Association' for short. The Association had formed a little while after the disappearance of the Angel Duo and was about to celebrate it's first anniversary. As the co-head of the division that focused on superheroes it was his job to cover the story.
A short ding interrupted his thoughts and announced his arrival at the top floor. Walking to the mahogany office door he paused and knocked, "come in," a cheerful voice called. Arthur opened the door and stepped in, closing the door behind him. His boss was standing in front of his desk, a manila folder in his hand.
"Ah Artie there you are!" Feliciano beamed, flouncing up to the grumpy Brit. "Great news! Your division of the newspaper is so popular the board decided to hire a new journalist to help write more articles," the cheery Italian man chirped, his hands following his enthusiastic statement.
Arthur blinked "Is that really necessary?" he inquired, confusion and annoyance evident in his voice "Elizaveta's and mine's team is working fine, we don't really need any extra hands".
Feliciano nodded, not really processing the mans words "maybe but superheroes are such a big thing another helper couldn't hurt ve~". The Brit groaned already feeling a headache forming "fine if it's that important to you. Is there a set of applicants you want to interview or have you already hired the person?"
Feliciano grinned at the others easy acceptance "ve~ yep! He's coming in tomorrow! He told me that he specializes in field reporting so I thought you two could become partners. Then we could finally get a reporting team on site!"
"That would be an improvement for the paper," the blonde man grudgingly admitted. And it was true, Toris and his two brothers Ravis and Eduard were too scared to go out into the field, while Elizaveta always became skittish when one mentioned even possibly being in front of a camera. Arthur was the only one in the (admittingly small) department willing to go out into the field and actually watch the superheroes. A trait that was a necessity with all the modern technology available. "Very well is there anything else you needed?" he asked, his attention returning to his overly excitable boss.
Feliciano beamed "Nope~ that's all ve~" he sang, bouncing back to his desk. Arthur rolled his eyes at the obvious dismissal and walked back to the elevator, pressing the button that would take his to his floor. When the doors finally opened his already miserable mood soured.
"Braginski what the hell do you think you're doing?!" he yelled marching up to the Russian in question. Ivan Braginski was a large Russian man who seemed to enjoy terrorizing everyone and everything, especially Toris' family.
The large man looked up at the Brit and pouted, "I was just talking to Ravis here, right Ravis?" he said turning to the young intern. The Latvian trembled "a-ah yes" "well jolly good then, you can leave Braginski, Ravis here has work to do" the Brit spat glaring at Ivan.
Ivan gave a small childish frown "aw but we were having…" LEAVE NOW!" Arthur snapped pointing at the elevator doors. Before he could continue yelling the Russian's cell phone rang, 'American Idiot' blaring. "Hello?" he said answering the call "who" pause "where" pause "I'll be there in a minute". Ivan ended the rather abrupt call " I have to go, I'll see you later Ravis," he said, flashing the young man a creepy smile. The Russian turned and walked to the elevator.
Arthur snarled at the man's back "That man is beyond irritating." "T-thank you f-for g-getting rid of him" Ravis said, stuttering slightly. The larger man merely nodded and walked back towards his desk. Sitting down he saved to word document he was typing and closed the application. He quickly turned off the laptop and packed up his computer case.
"I'm leaving, have a nice night Ravis" he said glancing up at the trembling Latvian "you too sir". The British man nodded and walked to the elevator, pressing the button for the basement floor.
'Ding' the doors opened and Arthur stepped out into the parking garage. Quickly spotting his car, he walked towards the vehicle, pulling out his keys. Arthur opened the silver car's driver side door and got in. After putting the key in the ignition and settling his bad into the passenger seat, he drove off, merging with the afternoon city traffic.
He drove until he was a block away from his apartment when he encountered a traffic jam. Looking for the cause of the jam he spotted what should have been his first guess at the cause. Two heroes fighting a villainess.
Freedom Star and Frost were fighting Electra while police surrounded them, guns out. It was obvious they had been fighting for a while, both parties were out of breath and ice was scattered around the area.
Freedom Star was a tall man with golden blond hair and a suit consisting of the colors on the American Flag, a white star on his chest. He was a strong arm who had super strength, the ability to fly and invunerability.
Frost was even taller than Freedom Star with silver blonde hair and purple eyes. Like his name suggested, Frost controlled ice, but some debated if he was a strong arm or it was just his build. His suit was an icy blue outfit with a white diamond on his chest. Frost was also one of the few supers who had capes. His was a blue even lighter than his outfit.
Both Frost and Freedom Star were members of The Association, two of the founding members to be exact.
Electra was one of the few active female supers and one of even fewer villainesses. She had long silver hair with blue eyes and wore a dark blue dress with white trim.
As Arthur was watching Frost managed to ice the pavement under her feet without her noticing. Then when she went to attack the duo she slipped, falling on her back. Freedom Star shot forward, grabbing her hands and snapping power restraint handcuffs on the girl. He helped her too her feet and then handed her to the commanding police officer. The heroes flew off, Frost riding on a disk of ice and the police drove off as well.
The rest of the drive was uneventful and soon he made it back to his apartment building.
Artgur lived in a nice condo complex in a middle class neighborhood. He walked into the lobby and up the stairs until he reached his tenth story condo. Grabbing his house keys out of his pocket he walked down the hallway until he reached his front door.
He unlocked the apartment and flicked on the lights. Walking inside, Arthur dropped his bag on the living room couch and walked into the kitchen. Opening the cupboard he grabbed a glass and began to fill it with water at the sink. Gulping down the water he sighed and took off his jacket. 'Bring' his phone rang from his pocket "hello?" he said picking it up. "Yo Artie what's up?" A cheerful American accented voice blasted through the speaker. Arthur groaned "Alfred what did I tell you about calling me that?" Alfred snickered "hey me and a couple others are at Olivander's for dinner, you wanna come?" "First learn proper English you bloody git!" The Brit snapped "second who is coming?" He could practically see the American's smile at his acceptance. "Kiku, Feliciano, Ludwig, and Ludwig's brother Gilbert."
Arthur blinked "oh? I didn't know Ludwig had a brother," "yeah Ludwig said he used to live here but for the past year he's been traveling and he just moved back," the American said "Anyway we're already here so get here as fast as you can!" 'Click'
Arthur sighed,rubbing his temples, quickly he got dressed in a more casual outfit and walked out the door. It took the Brit ten minutes to reach the buffet style restaurant he and his friends favored. After paying for his plate he spotted his friends sitting by the window and went to sit by them.
"Hey Iggy you showed up!" Alfred exclaimed leaping up to hung the Brit. Arthur squeaked in indignation "wanker let go of me!" "keseses someone looks comfortable" Arthur whirled around
Flashback
"Someone looks comfortable" Arthur snorted "yeah why wouldn't I be? After all I'm only about to jump off a cllliiFFFF! Ah! YOU ASSHOLE!" Arthur fell, the other having shoved him from his perch.
Flashback End
Arthur shook his head, clearing his head. There in front of him stood a man about his age with platnium silver hair, pale but not pasty skin with blood red eyes. "Gilbert Beil-Schmidt?" he said almost disbelievingly.
The other grinned "Hey! Crazy Kirkland! Dude the awesome me hasn't seen you since awesome senior year. What unawesome boring old man stuff have you been doing? It must have sucked not seeing the awesome me for so long". Arthur rolled his eyes "I was rather enjoying the peace and quiet with out your loud arse around."
Ludwig stood up "you two know each other?" he asked confused. "I had the misfortune of going through high school with this git," Arthur said turning to the blonde German. Gilbert laughed "misfortune? kesesese you couldn't keep your hands off me." The Brit rolled his eyes "yes while dragging you to the headmaster's office". The albino snorted "sure Kirkland. Anyways the awesome me is hungry! To the food!" he ran to the buffet. Alfred ran after him, the rest of the group following at a slower pace.
Over the course of the meal they got to know Gilbert a little more, his full name was Gilbert Fredrick Beil-Schmidt, he was Prussian no matter what Ludwig or anyone else said, his favorite color was emerald green, he loved Green Day and Breaking Benjamin, he was a faI off the Angel Duo, he hated the cold, Arthur laughed and said that was because he was cold blooded, Gilbert just stuck his tounge out at the Brit. Also if he could have one super power he would want to fly, because "birds are almost as awesome as the awesome me."
Throughout dinner he joked and laughed until the very end. "Ve~ Gilly do you have a special someone?" Feliciano asked, innocent gold eyes wide. The usually out going Prussian quieted, his eyes down cast "once upon a time" and with that stood up and left, the groups eyes following him out the door. Soon after the friends said their good byes and went home for the night.
Oh my god I got two chapters done in two days! *Throws confetti every where. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this update of Guardian Angels and I hope to get this updated again by Wednesday if I work hard. Wish me luck and have a nice day!
TheAmericanPrussian out!