Yes! A story, after all of my fails! Scicero gets a nice story, and all of mine suck...You meet the strangest people on FanFiction... Okay, now, have popcorn and enjoy the story! I am sad for no reason. *throws popcorn at* *Cries* ~~~~Krys.

Natasha slid away into the cool, damp air you get this far away from a city. It would be beautiful if she didn't have a person to kill. She raced her shadow through the forest toward the city. About a few feet away from her practice tree she stopped. Her new knife for the anniversary of her first kill, two years ago today, in hand. Looking at the tree, she threw the new knife. It embedded itself perfectly in the center of the target. She smiled, walked over to the tree, and pulled out her knife. 'I'm ready for killing you major. Big Brother is counting on me!'

Katyusha raced toward the clearing, Ivan's fake pipe in hand. She had a plan. As she slowed down her pace before entering the clearing, she looked behind her. 'No one. Good, I wasn't followed here.' A dying body was in the center of the clearing, soon to be dead. She approached it carefully. "You ready to die yet?" she questioned the now squirming body. Blood pooled around the body, rich red. 'I'd love a dress that color. But I have work to do.'

"Mphm! Mphm!" the body managed to murmur out. A cloth rag was blocking any means of speech. Katyusha nodded, pulled out the rag and asked for the soon-to-die to repeat themselves.

"I will never surrender to you! You can't find Arthur!" they managed to choke out. A heavy pipe collided with their head. A sickening thud rang out in the clearing. Another hit, crack.

"Thank you for your time." Katyusha whispered to the now dead body before dropping the pipe and walking out of the clearing.

"Hey, you okay now, Artie?" Alfred asked the waking detective. "I know how much you hate hospitals, so I got you out of there." Arthur looked up from the couch of the apartment and smiled. He tried to say something but started coughing. He coughed up blood. "Arthur, calm down! Don't try to say anything... The Hero will protect you."

"Alfred... It was..." Arthur spoke quietly before passing out on the couch. His wound was bleeding through his shirt. As Alfred got up to get new bandages, the phone rang.

"Hello? Major! What is it?" Alfred's voice rang out as clear as a bell. Matthew came racing in from the bedroom. Alfred held up a hand telling him to stop. Matthew looked down at Arthur lying there peacefully before looking back up at his brother. "Ok, so... There's been a new scene and I am not to tell Mattie?" he winked at Matthew before continuing. "It's a clearing near the old sign in the forest? ... Got it! Good-bye!" he looked back to the couch Arthur was laying on. "Well, you didn't hear that. The keys are on the counter over there."

"Thanks, Alfred. You really are a 'Hero'." Matthew replied sarcastically before grabbing the keys with the little hamburger key chain before leaving the apartment.

"No problem... Where did I put those bandages? Oh, right there!" The detective started talking to himself. He was nervous. 'That bloody pipe. Wasn't that the pipe in those siblings' car?' He looked back to the day before, and tried to remember the car's license plate. He just couldn't. 'Think, stupid! What was it?'

Natasha silently paced back and forth in front of the daycare center across from the detective agency's headquarters. Hours passed, but the major never came out of his office. She decided to see where his office was, or if he was even there. She walked across the street, and saw a car pull up. The major walked out talking on the phone.

"Hello, Alfred." The major said in a rushed, silent voice full of worry. "There has been a new scene for Matthew's case, do not, under any circumstances, tell him." He walked in the door to the building. Natasha silently, and diligently followed. "The body was just found an hour ago. His head and wrists were split wide open. The head was split by a heavy pipe, found on the scene." The major quickly looked behind him, the silent killer hid behind an agent. "It was near the old clearing with the sign... Yeah, that one." He entered his office, Natasha slid out her knife from her sleeve. "Yes, don't tell him. Please, it's too dangerous! You hung up on me, didn't you." The major hung up. She quickly slid the knife back up her sleeve just as a group of detectives, all on phones, rushed down the corridor.

Natasha knocked quietly on the door, hoping he would be stupid enough to fall for her little trick. He opened up the door, smiled at her, and invited her in. "Sir, can you help me find my daddy? He went to the forest with my little brother. They haven't come to pick me up and I'm scared." she put on her best innocent voice. 'Come on, please tell me your stupider than you look!' Natasha touched her spare knife under her jacket.

"I guess I could. Where did they go in the forest?" he asked, his voice full of unneeded concern. "Did they go near Lake Twist?"

"No... I think they went to look at the strange clearing. Have you ever gone there?" Natasha could feel his heart drop into the floor. She smiled to herself.

"You mean the one near the old sign?" His voice was frightened. Very, very frightened.

"Yeah... Is that bad? Are they hurt?" She pretended to almost cry. 'Wow, it actually worked. I feel sorry for him... Almost sorry.'

"No, of course not. Don't worry about it. Do you want to come with me?" his voice stabled itself on command. Only very trained people could still hear any fear.

"Yes please, I don't want to be alone anymore..." Natasha pleaded. 'Come on,'

"Okay, lets take my car shall we?" He smiled down at her. "If your dad asks, my name is Major Frank. Nice to meet you."

Natasha took his hand and pulled him out of the office. "Come on! We need to find them!" He took out his keys and pointed them at a shiny black car. Not his, but it would work. 'I think I forgot a paintbrush. Writing that note might be a little hard...'

AN: Wow, I just... Belarus is pretending to be a little girl, and the countries are wearing different things then in Hetalia. All I have to say is this - I am so sorry if you are an America or Iggy fan. I am, and I cried as I thought of my next chapter. See ya ~