Thanks to Mochirisu for pointing out the wierd glitch in the chapters! It should all be fixed by now! I've also edited a few sentence structure things in the previous chapters so the story flows a little better. Thanks again to SeychellesxUK for your lovely reviews

Here's some info on units and branches within the division. I know this is probably not anything like an actual police force but hey, first of all it's run by Rome, second of all they are a special group, and third of all i'm too lazy to tweak everything so it fits correctly. And just to clarify, just because they are partners does not indicate a pairing. I went mostly with who would work well as a team and so forth.

Unit 1: Francis Bonnefoy, Gilbert Beilschmidt
Unit 2: Yao Wang, Heracles Karpusi
Unit 3: Alfred F. Jones, Arthur Kirkland
Unit 4: Ludwig Beilschmidt, Feliciano Vargas
Unit 5: Antonio Carriedo, Lovino Vargas
Unit 6: Kiku Honda, Im Young Soo
Unit 7: Eduard Von Brock, Elizaveta Hedervary
Unit 8: Ivan Braginski, Natalia Braginski

Units 6 and 7 make up the gadetry and intelligence branch. Everyone else works on cases. Unit 8 usually deals with more pyschological cases.

Since more characters are showing up now, an apology in advance for any ooc-ness

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Chapter two

Alfred F. Jones loved his job. He loved being a hero and saving the world every day from the evils of villains that came his way even if no one seemed to appreciate it. It never stopped him. But probably most of all he loved working with his partner. Sure they bickered and just about never seemed to get along, but Alfred really liked his partner, not that he would ever admit that to Arthur. Alfred wasn't even really aware of how he really even felt about the man. He knew he was grateful to him for saving him a couple of times in their past cases (he never thought that anyone could defeat a mob with a butter knife). He also knew that despite their constant arguing they were the most awesome unit in all of Team Hetalia (despite what Gilbert, one of Vice-Captain Charles' grandsons would say, "I am much more awesome than you un-awesome people!"). They would finish cases efficiently and without fail. Though Alfred was only nineteen and Arthur only twenty-three they were both extremely skilled and had all the factors needed to make a decent team. But what Alfred knew best of all was that no matter what, he would probably never be able to work with anyone else as well as he did with Arthur and that Arthur would always be there for him. So when this girl named Michelle Seychelles told him that she would be temporarily his new partner because Arthur had to see his dying relatives Alfred became somewhat confused.

"Wait what did you say?"

"I will be your new partner for a little while, pleased to work with you Mr. Jones," repeated the tanned girl.

"Yeah, sure…" Alfred trailed off not really sure of how to feel. He was angry with Arthur for not telling him goodbye personally but another giant glob of emotions was mixed into this, mainly hurt and confusion and could be clearly detected on his face. Michelle smiled to herself sure that there would be no harm done in telling Alfred that Arthur was currently waiting for his ride to the airport.

"You know, he should be outside right now you can probably catch him if you hurry. Alfred immediately brightened and flashed her his infamous 100 mega-watt grin.

"Thanks! And call me Alfred!" and he dashed off.

Michelle giggled and then inwardly hoped that this would not somehow interfere with whatever was discussed in the room. She was instructed to wear earplugs that were put in and being tested just as Mr. Kirkland came into the room (why the Chief didn't just tell her to leave the room she decided just to chalk it up with his eccentricities). They had stayed in for the entire duration of the conversation and she could only guess what had made the man become that distressed. She continued to ponder never noticing the lecherous presence a small distance behind her.

Alfred looked around at the parking lot searching for messy blond hair and bushy dark eyebrows. When he spotted them he called out, "Hey Artie!" he waved.

"Don't call me that you git!" snapped the man waiting next to the street. He was somewhat anxious now Alfred was here and quickly glanced towards the street trying to catch sight of his ride.

"Ha-ha sure whatever," waved Alfred as he moved closer to the now flustered man. "So, why didn't you tell me that you were leaving?" His expression was somewhat hurt. Arthur felt his chest tighten with guilt.

"I'm sorry Alfred, it was very sudden and I just received the news. I'll be back soon so be patient won't you?" Arthur responded with a soft smile. He was repeating the excuse made for him he had read in the documents and it only helped increase his guilty conscience to have to lie to Alfred.

"Fine, call me ok?" Came the response from the American. At that exact moment a black Porsche pulled up in front of Arthur. Two intimidating men sat in the front, one had long silver hair and the other was large and muscular.

"Time to get going Mr. Kirkland," said one of them. It was hard to tell which since their jackets shrouded most of their faces.

"Well then Alfred, I'll be off now." Arthur climbed into the vehicle and it drove away. Alfred watched it as it became smaller and smaller along the street.

It was going to be a long few weeks for him that was sure.

As he re-entered the workplace he met the sight of Francis Bonnefoy, part of Unit 1, and partner of Gilbert Beilschmidt the more obnoxious grandson of Vice-Chief Beilschimdt, making a move on Michelle.

"Ma chérie, your beauty captivated me at first glance, let me introduce myself, my name is Francis Bonnefoy, call me Francis," Francis pulled a rose from who-knows-where and handed it to the blushing and surprised girl.

"Francis, what are you doing?" Inquired Alfred who actually already knew the answer, wishing he didn't.

"I was just getting to know this lovely lady. I've never seen her around here before," at this the girl in question snapped out of her daze and realized she had not introduced herself to this (very handsome) man.

"S-sorry for not introducing myself, my name is Michelle Seychelles and I was just hired as an assistant few days ago. I'm temporarily filling in for Mr. Kirkland as Mr. Jones' partner," she quickly said while mentally slapping herself for daydreaming the very first day. After she finished she noticed Francis's change in expression. Alfred does too.

"Arthur is on a leave of absence? Why?" The Frenchman's face changed from playful to serious in a heartbeat.

"He told me his relatives were really sick or something so he had to go pay them one last visit or something," Alfred responded lightheartedly.

"That's odd… I remembered he cut all ties with his family…"muttered Francis to himself

"What was that?" Alfred only barely heard the man and wasn't sure what was said.

"No, nothing, I need to talk to the Chief now, Au revoir!" Francis was wearing a light expression again. He strode off towards the closed door down the hall. Meanwhile Michelle processed all of the information. Yes, ill relatives were very likely to cause that kind of distress. It made sense why Mr. Kirkland behaved that way. She only wished she could have heard what Francis said, it seemed important.

Alfred was also wondering what Francis had said. It didn't seem like nothing. Out of everyone in the division Francis had known Arthur the longest. It was because of him that Arthur had joined in the first place. Alfred ignored what felt like stabs of envy to focus on the current situation. Something seemed very off, almost like there was a big secret no one should know. He decided he needed to investigate when at that moment Francis returned to the room with a stony face obviously displeased about something. Alfred watched him return to his desk, pull out and pen and paper, and begin to write furiously. Yes, something was up.

"Big assignment involving everyone, so listen up!" Came a booming voice from the doorway that was recognized as the Chief's. Everyone stopped what he or she was doing to listen, if the case had to involve everyone it had to be extremely important. Chief Julius began to take pictures, notes and other things from a large folder, "A large syndicate known as ALICE has been making quite a lot of trouble for law enforcement all over the world. Their leader's identity is currently unknown but that's being checked into right now. They have been distributing some kind of strange new drug that causes a coma like after a single dosage of one milliliter. Three dosages will mean death. The drug has found its way into foods and other drugs and has the potential to be leaked the water supply. There have also been some reports of human trafficking," by now the table was filled with so many reports and samples stuff was beginning to fall. "Units 6 and 7, I want you to take a look at the samples of the drug and try to find some sort of antidote," the gadgetry and intelligence branch immediately set off to do their assigned task. "The rest of you will be investigating. We don't have any leads yet on their whereabouts or where they are heading but we have people on that right now." Chief Vargas was now sweating. He was lying about the last part, they knew the whereabouts of some of the lesser members of the syndicate but keeping that secret was critical to making his plan work.

"Whoa, wait a minute, what can we find out that we don't already know with no leads?" asked a somewhat surprised Alfred. This was the first time he had felt something very strange about the case. It didn't sit well with him.

"I was going to answer that," Julius said, "We will most likely be steadily getting more information within the next few weeks. For now, I want each of the units to go to locations where the drug was found and see if you can find any sort of pattern or clue that the local law enforcement didn't catch. As of right now no one knows anything about the syndicate with the exception of their name." And the information of a few members he added in his mind. "Hop to it all of you," With that the man left.

"Does this seem somewhat strange to anyone else aru?" the silence was broken by Yao Wang of Unit 2. Francis made his way to the door.

"Yes, there most likely is something odd going on," quipped the Frenchman, "Let me tell you though, I'm pretty sure this is something that is just out of our depth," with that the man cast a glance at everyone, lingering a bit on Alfred as if trying to say something, and left the room.

"I guess we'll just have to do what the boss says, da?" Ivan Braginski of Unit 8 spoke in his childish voice. Everyone went and collected a few sheets of paper lying on the table and got off to work. There was still the unsettling feeling in the room that not even the ever-smiling Russian could ignore. Oh yes, things were going to get interesting.


things are finally starting to move forward! Yay! oh, and Arthur won't be making much of an appearence for a while the way i've got it planned but that is subject to change