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1st (real) Chapter!


"You idiot!" Arthur Kirkland yelled furiously, "Do you have any idea how bad you messed up this time you git?!"

Alfred didn't get a chance to answer, before his commander continued talking.

"Ivan Braginski is a dangerous man Jones, and you and your bloody little friends think that you can just walk into his bloody den and catch him? I swear Alfred, one of these days I am going to…"

Alfred didn't bother to listen to what the Brit was going to do to him. He was currently sitting in a comfortable chair in Arthur's office, as the angry man walked back and forth behind his desk. The walls where painted a bright minty color, and the interior was horrible if you asked Alfred (no one ever did though).

"…And you could have gotten somebody seriously hurt! What were you thinking! No wait, stupid question." Arthur started rubbing his temples.

Alfred began to wonder how much longer this scolding would take. He wanted to go visit Mathias and Gil in the hospital. Gilbert had earned himself some nasty cuts capturing Natalia (no wonder they called her the Russian tiger), and Mathias had hurt his leg in the explosion. Neither of them seemed to be discouraged though. He also really wanted to go eat a burger. Actually, forget the hospital, he just wanted a burger.

"…Going off on a mission destined to become a complete failure-"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Alfred interrupted, "It wasn't a complete failure. We captured Natalia Braginski, the Russian tiger, the hottest babe in all of-"

"And immobilized two agents in the process!" Arthur yelled. He was starting to get a little red. "You know how bloody short we are on personnel!"

"Then I just have to be hero enough for both of them!" Alfred jumped up with a grin, and left the room. "See you later Artie!"

The Brit just stood still, too shocked by Alfred's stupidity to move. Then he snapped out of it.

"I told you not to bloody call me that, you bloody son of a burger king! Get your bloody arse back here so I can kick it!"


"And then he was all like; oh Mathias my love, don't die, I can't live without your awesomeness!" Mathias teased, him and Gilbert laughing their asses off.

"Cut it out guys." Alfred begged, blushing. "I was just, you know, doing my job as a hero! A hero's got to protect the weak!"

His `friends´ ignored him completely, and started making kissing noises. Alfred was beginning to wonder why he even bothered to visit them, except for the fact that the hospital provided free food. He suddenly didn't feel guilty about going to the McDonalds' before heading here anymore.

"Calm down Al," laughed the albino. "I know that you would chose my awesomeness over his anytime!"

"That has nothing to do with it!" the American tried to defend himself.

"Yeah, everybody knows I'm the most awesome in this group!" the Dane stated.

"Am not!"

"I can drink more beer!"

"Is that a challenge?"

A nurse loudly clearing her throat, (sadly) interrupted the quickly escalating situation.

"You have a visitor."

The visitor walked in, and the trio paled. Not only had Arthur just entered the room, but he was smiling in a way that could only mean two things. Either homemade scones, or serious trouble.

"Oh, hello Alfred." Arthurs smile grew. "Good to see you here. I need to talk to the three of you."

Oh shit Alfred thought, eyes darting around looking for an escape path. I'm too young to die! The two others were having very similar thoughts.

"The thing is," the Brit stated in a dangerous tone, "That after your little `stunt´ the other day, me and the council decided to put you three on a very… special mission."

There was a short pause. Then before Gilbert spoke.

"V-Vat kind of mission?" he asked.

"Well…" Arthur said. "Basically, you're going back to training."

He had barely uttered the words, before he was hit with a rain of objections.

"Dude!"

"Totally not awesome!"

"Not cool bro!"

The trio jumped to their feet, well except for Mathias, who tried, but fell to the ground because of his leg.

"Calm down!" Arthur yelled. "You're going there on a mission! An important Mission!"

The others stopped yelling, and glared suspiciously at their commander.

"Vat kind of mission?" Asked Gilbert again.

Arthur reached into his pocket, pulled out a picture, and handed it to the others. It depicted a young man. He was rather short, and had auburn hair, a little curl sticking out on the left. He looked happy, like nothing bad had ever happened to him.

"Hey assholes!" yelled Mathias, still on the floor. "Stop looking at pictures, and help me up dammit!"

The others hurried to his side. When he was safely back in his bed, Gilbert asked what they all had been wondering. "So, vat does zis guy have to do with our awesome mission?"

"He is one of our new recruits on the training program. Your mission is to protect him. Since the three of you could clearly use some extra training, we thought that we might as well kill two birds with one blow.

"Why in ze world would you kill ze birds?" Gilbert asked, a frightened look on his face. "That's so not awesome!"

"Why does he need protection?" Asked Mathias, completely ignoring the startled albino.

"He knows too much." Arthur answered. "He pulled out of the Italian mafia not long ago, and he witnessed against the Frenchfather in court."

"But if he used to be part of the mafia, why did you let him on the training program?" asked Alfred.

"Well, normally we wouldn't." answered the Brit. "But the leader of the program took full responsibility for him."

"And who exactly is the leader of the program?" asked Gilbert, who, apparently, had recovered from the shock of Arthurs bird killings.

"Sergeant Ludwig Beilschmidt." Arthur answered. "You should know him quite well Gilbert."


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