Remember when I said I would post Chapter 3, soon? I lied.
I was suffering from a long writer's block last week and I was really busy for the previous two weeks. I couldn't have finished this without mikishami's help. She helped in some of the scenes in this chappie. Thank you, mikeehsshammeehh!~ Anyways, the pairing that's focused here is... England x Hungary. Well, mikishami wanted a EngHun chapter but the whole fanfic will actually be focused on England. The pairing focused? Oh, you'll know when I post more chapters. I wanted to try writing about crack pairings. Mehehe... I should do that.. After I'm done with this fanfic /slapped. Anyways, I'm sorry for the long Author's note.
Here we go!~
"Why do I have to be paired up with HIM?"
"Why do I have to be paired up with HER?"
Arthur and Elizaveta looked at each other in disgust as they said this simultaneously. Roderich smirked and replied, "The two of you are the best when it comes to undercover missions. You're also good at chasing the target if he - or she - is running."
The pair sent death glares at each other for a while, until they both erupted. Elizaveta threatened her superior with her fist while Arthur was barking insults at her. Roderich sighed and gestured them to keep quiet. It took a bit of a while, but eventually the pair stopped trying to kill each other and composed themselves. Arthur began the discussion, ignoring the glaring 'monster' behind him.
"What am I supposed to do in this mission? Better be a good plan, Roderich. I don't want to waste my time with this… this tomboy here," Arthur taunted, and he flashed a wicked smile at the brown-haired woman.
Elizaveta's eye twitched as she tried to control her temper – fortunately, Roderich was able to calm her down with a simple, reassuring nod. He turned his head towards the monitors at the side of the room.
"In this mission," he began, "we're going to spy on him, our first 'suspect.'"
His index finger pointed to the left-most monitor that revealed a man with blonde hair and violet eyes. He wore glasses and looked too calm do anything evil. Elizaveta and Arthur nodded.
"But I don't get why I, the commander, have to join this mission," Arthur complained.
"Well, our force is short on members so suck it up," Roderich snapped.
"Anyways," Elizaveta started, ignoring Arthur, who was about to throw another complaint, "why is he suspected as #3079?" Roderich moved one step backward and revealed another monitor. It showed a video of someone running on the dark streets of the city.
"This footage was taken at the Nightingale Museum. As I looked deeper into the video, I saw this."
The video had a date at the most right corner. The time and date were labeled: 9:55 PM, July 14, 2013. He pointed at the man who was running swiftly to his brick red motor. It was an old model of a Harley-Davidson motor in the 90's. He slowed the video down and made everything somewhat clearer. A bit of the man's appearance was revealed; he had blonde hair and glasses, but the rest of his appearance was blurry. The Hungarian brunette nodded and rubbed her chin with her thumb, as if she was stroking a beard.
"In other words, you suspected that the person running to the motorcycle was the suspect? Good point, but it's hard to make out the man's appearance," Elizaveta said as she examined the monitor closely.
"That's why we're starting with the people who appear to look like the criminal we saw," Arthur said, advancing towards the monitor. "Our second priority is to interrogate the people who appear to have connections with different mobs, gangs or any criminal group."
"Yes, well said," Roderich said halfheartedly. "Now, we're going to follow our 'suspect' to a local bar that is just at the east of our headquarters. The bar's name is Lé Bar."
Arthur laughed. "Lé Bar? I bet the owner was a lazy arse for making such a ridiculous name."
"Well, I think he had too much beer," Elizaveta said, agreeing with Arthur's insult… for once, since it wasn't directed at her.
"Let's not focus on the name, shall we?" Roderich fixed his glasses in frustration and continued to discuss the plan. "You're task is to enter the bar and follow him. You'll be disguised as a couple."
Arthur and Elizaveta simultaneously reacted for the second time that day.
"WHAT?!"
"It seems more convincing that way. Besides, I can't just make one of you cross dress," Roderich complained.
"That plan would be better than for me to be stuck with this British faggot," Elizaveta growled.
Arthur gave her a death glare and she replied with one of her own, only much fiercer. Roderich only sighed and threw the two of them casual clothes.
"Good luck, you two."
The pair stared into each other's eyes. Elizaveta impatiently tapped her fingers on the table while Arthur was playing with his shot of beer. The tension between the two was very awkward. Elizaveta had to go all 'lovey-dovey' on her superior just to spy on their 'suspect'! She hated that very idea. Blaming Roderich for everything that was happening now, she snapped to attention when suddenly the bar's door opened and a man with blonde hair and glasses appeared. The pair turned to each other and acted fast. Arthur grabbed Elizaveta's right hand.
"I love you more than the stars in the sky, darling!"
Elizaveta was disgusted but immediately put up another act. She held both of her hands on the hand Arthur grabbed. "No, I love you more." Their suspect passed by the counter and ordered a mug of beer. He grabbed a seat and added something on the beer. Was that syrup? They couldn't tell. Their suspect grinned and chugged down on it. Arthur let out a low disgusted groan.
"Who in the world would want to add syrup on beer? That's just plain disgusting."
"It's no different than the scones you make," Elizaveta said, grinding her teeth.
Their argument ended when their 'suspect' turned to face them. Immediately, the pair held each other's hands and stared affectionately into their eyes. Arthur and Elizaveta laughed like they were a newly married couple going to their honey moon. Their target looked somewhere else. Arthur and Elizaveta stopped playing lovey-dovey and stared as if they were going to bore a hole in him.
Arthur mentally gave himself a groan. He didn't want to do this mission with Elizaveta but he had no choice. He had to get the bloody criminal. He continued to 'thoroughly inspect' their 'suspect' with the brown-haired tomboy. Oh well. Might as well get this over with.
Arthur sighed, already having been 'observing' him for a long time. His eyes felt a bit heavy after taking another shot of beer, and… He felt hot. No, not in the 'sexy' way but in the 'temperature' way. His face became redder and his vision blurred. He noticed Elizaveta's eyes widening.
"Are you okay?" She shook him violently, and his eyes widened. Seems like that was enough to sober him up.
Unexpectedly, their 'suspect' faced them. Arthur whispered softly. "Our target is facing us." Elizaveta attempted to make another lovey dovey compliment but Arthur beat her to it.
"If you really loved me, you'd kiss me here right now." He said, making it loud enough for their 'suspect'. What the hell!? Why'd I say… that?!
Elizaveta mentally gagged but immediately acted. "Of course I'd kiss you, my cute little mochi!"
Her eye twitched as she said this. Damn you, Arthur, she thought, repressing the urge to kick him under the table.
Arthur, shocked at himself for saying what he just said, became even more surprised when he saw her leaning forward. Her lips were slightly puckered, and… spirits, he had no choice. He got himself caught up in this, anyway. Besides, the stupid brunette tomboy looked gullible when she did that. Arthur leaned forward and parted his lips a little. He would totally wipe his mouth with soap tonight. Their faces slowly grew closer together… until Arthur could feel her hot breath on his lips.
Suddenly, Elizaveta turned away, leaving Arthur hanging and thinking he'd kissed her.
"Wha… hey, what was that for!?" he asked in a rushed whisper, a blush decorating his cheeks.
The Hungarian woman pointed at the direction to where there target was supposed to be sitting. The British gentleman looked, but found no one. They noticed their 'suspect' heading towards the comfort room, and Elizaveta got up in no time, dragging the slightly disappointed Brit with her.
The pair slowly watched their target as he closed the door to the boy's restroom. The Hungarian moved closer, sticking her back against the wall and forcing Arthur to mimic her as well.
"Okay, why-"
"Shh..." Elizaveta silenced Arthur and they heard a toilet flush. The door swung open, revealing their 'suspect'. He was innocently drying his hands with a handkerchief and humming an opening song from a popular series. Elizaveta panicked, concerned about the possibility that their 'suspect' would catch them stalking him. Elizaveta tried to think of what to do, but Arthur beat her to the punch.
"We should pretend to make out."
Arthur quickly pinned her against the wall and smirked upon seeing her shocked expression. He moved his head closer, feeling a bit surprised when she didn't resist.
Arthur's head neared Elizaveta's neck, and her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. For the first time, she was quite impressed with his acting skills, but she felt more disgusted that they were doing… this… even though it was just acting. Their 'suspect' caught the pair and his face turned extremely red.
"Um- you two can stop the act. I-I know you're both following me."
Elizaveta froze, her brain still taking in the sudden information. She then lowered her head, her bangs covering the angry gleam in her eyes.
"Then… this position is unnecessary!" she shouted angrily, a healthy red coloring dusting the bridge of her nose, kicking Arthur in the vital regions.
"YOWW!"
Arthur stumbled back and cried in pain. He yelled profanities at the frustrated woman while rolling around the floor. The 'suspect', who was still blushing madly, coughed to get her attention back. Elizaveta turned with a bit of surprise and sighed.
"I guess we have to explain everything to him. Right, Art-"
"It's hot in here."
Arthur removed his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt. Elizaveta immediately face-palmed to realize that the Brit was drunk. She kicked him on the shin and once again sent him off to roll around the floor. The 'suspect' slightly trembled when he saw the evil aura that the Hungarian woman was giving.
"Excuse me; I just want to know if I did something wrong. I'm greatly sorry if I've did."
Elizaveta sighed. "I'll explain everything. Just have a drink with us first."
"Oh, so you're doing a mission, which is to find a criminal?"
"Yes, we thought you had a connection to him."
The pair and the 'suspect' sat together drinking their served beer. Arthur didn't pay any attention to the two of them and yelled profanities at the people who were passing by the table. Elizaveta ignored him and continued to explain more details to their 'suspect'.
"We're greatly sorry about our behavior. I feel really bad for you and I even hate being with that guy."
Elizaveta hissed at the Brit who was calling the bartender for more beer. Their suspect shrugged it off and accepted her apology. "Is it alright but may I ask who gave you this mission?" Elizaveta inhaled and gave the longest answer.
"The two of us are from a police force that works under the police force of this city but we are more different because we operate secretly without most of the citizens knowing. We are known as the SPF a.k.a. The Secret Police Force and we are also in charge of monitoring the city's whereabouts and activities. Well, due to some minor changes our police force's name is been spread in order to scare the criminal we told you about."
Their 'suspect' blinked. He drank his maple-coated beer and remained silent. "Oh, I see," was all he could say. Elizaveta reached out her hand to the dumb-struck man and smiled.
"I haven't introduced myself. I'm Elizaveta Herdevary, an agent working under SPF," she glared at the drunken Brit, "and this is Arthur Kirkland, my superior a.k.a. the SPF's commander." The 'suspect' could hardly believe that the drunken man before him was actually a really important factor of the city. He reached for Elizaveta's hand and shook it awkwardly.
"I'm Matthew Williams. I'm pleased to meet you."
"We know that," Arthur rasped, "we know everything about you."
Out of nowhere, Elizaveta got a frying pan and hit the Brit on his cheek. His head gave a loud "bong" before he collapsed on the table. Matthew only smiled awkwardly as Elizaveta smiled.
"I believe I still have to ask some questions about our mission." Elizaveta stated. Matthew trembled when he once again saw an evil aura roaming around the table. He felt that this was much scarier than in games where a zombie is about to eat your head or a creepy stalker is following you. He snapped back in reality and nodded. "It's okay. I can answer them."
Elizaveta rested both of her elbows on the table and intertwined her fingers. Matthew felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead. Couldn't he just get a good drink at the bar he usually goes in? Elizaveta scrutinized him with her piercing green eyes. All Matthew did was stare into them and smile awkwardly. God, he thought, she's beautiful and scary.
"Were you at the Nightingale Museum on the 14th of July? During night time?"
Matthew shook his head. Elizaveta cursed inwardly. He wasn't lying. She could just tell him in the eyes. She was very good at studying her target. The way they act when they're hiding something, how much they sweat whether they were a witness of the crime or the suspect. She didn't back down and continued to question him.
"Do you possess a brick red motor? Specifically a Harley-Davidson one?"
Once again, the nervous Matthew shook his head. Hold on… a red motor?
"I b-b-believe I know someone with a motor of the same color."
"Please do tell the name."
The two were startled when Arthur spoke. His face was flushed in red but he looked a bit calmer now. "I'd also like you to describe the person's appearance," he buttoned his shirt while saying this, "and also about his actions at the night of July 14." Matthew nodded and spat out immediately.
"His name is Vash Zwingli. He's actually a co-worker in the company I work in. He rode a red motor, but I'm not sure with the brand though." Arthur nodded, encouraging him to tell more details.
"He has short blonde hair reaching until his shoulders and teal-colored eyes. He's pale skinned and he doesn't wear glasses. I'm taller than him by one inch. I-I don't really remember his actions during July the 14th," Matthew looked down disappointingly, "I'm sorry."
Arthur folded his arms and Elizaveta gazed at Arthur, waiting for a response. This was a bit twisted. In the tape, it showed a young man with blonde hair with glasses possessing a red Harley-Davidson motor. Matthew fits the appearance but he didn't arrive at the Nightingale Museum and he didn't possess a red Harley-Davidson motor. He had another option to make: interrogate Vash Zwingli. He stopped thinking deeply and nodded at Matthew.
"I see, then. Thank you for answering our questions. We're sorry to bother you, Mr. Williams."
Elizaveta quickly gave a nod. "We're sorry for our behavior. Just call us when you have a problem." She caught a small card from her side pocket and handed it over to Matthew. It was a call card. It was labeled:
Elizaveta Herdevary, SPF Agent, xxx-xxx-xxx.
Matthew placed the card on his chest pocket and shook both of the pair's hands. "I'll do it if I can." The pair left and Matthew was left alone on the table. He was actually feeling excited to receive a girl's number. He felt his face getting warmer just by thinking about this and gulped his beer down. Was this bar going to be the place of where he finds his destiny? He shook his head realizing that this place was full of random people. He sighed and called the bar tender for another mug of beer.
Arthur's first attempt in finding the culprit failed. He felt really dizzy and he was feeling extremely hot. He stumbled down and then Elizaveta groaned. She pulled him up with one arm and almost sent him flying away. Arthur complained.
"Shut up," Elizaveta hissed, "I'm really getting tired of how you're an idiot when it comes to drinking."
"Oi, at least I don't have anger management issues and try to dress like the opposite gender."
Elizaveta punched him on the abdomen and he let an "oof" escape his mouth. Elizaveta sighed as she helped the drunken Brit regain his balance. "We should've installed a tracking device on him," Arthur said. Elizaveta grinned and took out another call card from her pocket. "These babies are the best trackers and bug devices I know." Arthur smirked. She sure got a lot of tricks on her sleeve. Elizaveta then frowned and digged her hands into her pockets.
"Looks like our first 'suspect' wasn't the one we're looking for, huh?"
"Well, we could always interrogate Vash Zwingli."
"So are you saying we're going to perform Trial-and-Error?"
The Brit smirked. "You could say so."
That was supposed to be a cliff hanger. Was it good enough?
Anyway, I added Canada in the fanfic. Horray! Sadly, he isn't the culprit that's all I can say. Oh yeah, I know Switzerland is mentioned but I won't say anything else. Just wait for me to post more chapters then he'll appear. I think you might have an idea of who Suspect #3079 can be. Not gonna say who, it's for you to know. This time I'll push myself to post chapter four early.
