Here it is. I took way to long to write this than I should have. :I

Hah, well here- have some fight scenes to tide you over until the USUK okay? XD


It was a beautiful night. The sky was clear- if it had been out in the country the stars would have been bright. As it was, the bright city lights blocked out any distant stars. Alfred thought briefly about how that was how most things in life worked. If you were just a far away star, nobody cared about you when there were lights closer. Sure some people might give a passing thought, wondering where you had gone, but nobody really cared. You had to be the sun or moon to get any real attention, and even then you would only be seen half of the day.

Alfred blinked. Wow that was depressing. He thought.

Alfred had just left his gang's apartment building, leading the way. He had a black beanie pulled down over his ears and a pair of black sunglasses perched on the end of his nose. He wore a tight black long-sleeved shirt and thin gloves. Unsurprisingly, his jeans and knee-high lace-up converse were also black. The only thing about the man that was not painted inblack was the oddly conspicuous American flags printed on the side of his shoes and his breast pocket.

He skipped happily around the (guess what) black van parked out in the street. Matthew had pulled it out of the garage earlier, still grumbling about Alfred denting his car. He yanked open the driver side door and hopped in, closing the door behind him with a slam. He waited patiently as Matthew, dressed in a similar outfit to Alfred's, got into the passenger side door.

Matthew's shoulder length hair was pulled back into a ponytail and he also wore dark sunglasses. Unlike Alfred, he wore a short-sleeved black T-shirt, and black khakis. A bright red maple leaf was printed over the right side of his chest, loudly and prominently showing off the Canadian flag. He gave Alfred a warning glance before buckling his seat belt.

The van rocked slightly as three people jumped into the back at once. Gilbert and Sadiq chattered excitedly while Im Yong Soo immediately jumped into a seat that was bolted down to the floor in the back of the van, leaning forward over a computer. The last two members of the group stepped gracefully in the back afterwords, pulling the doors closed. Alfred cast a look over his shoulder and promptly received a thumbs up from Yao and Elizabeta. Grinning, be buckled his seat belt and turned to the front again.

Anyone who knew Alfred would expect him to hit the gas with all his might. Under usual circumstances they would be entirely correct in this expectation. However, the energetic blonde was already starting to sink into the job. The usual idiotic grin that graced his face was gone, replaced by a determined smirk. So, instead of hitting the gas, he eased the peddle down and pulled slowly out into the city. I mean really, he couldn't have them being any more suspicious than they already were.

The only sounds after that were Im Yong Soo's energetic typing and the occasional snicker from Gilbert and Sadiq. Alfred felt his grin widen in an almost malevolent way as they grew closer and closer to their target.

"Hey, Kor, everything's set right?" He asked without taking his eyes off the road.

"Hmm?" Im Yong Soo answered. "Oh- yeah. Bug's ready to kill the system." The man had looked over at Alfred then. He wore a faded pair of dark bluejeans and a dark gray T-shirt. He didn't need to join the "wear nothing but black" team because if all went well he'd be in the van the whole job. (This was the same reason Matt didn't bother to wear a hat, his job was to guard the van.) However, he still had a large black scarf sitting on the desk in front of him to cover his face in case he had to make a getaway without the van. The likeness of the flag of South Korea was brightly displayed on each shoulder.

Alfred nodded. They sat in silence for another five minutes before Alfred pulled into a back-alley. "Here." He stated finally. Gilbert and Sadiq jumped to their feet and, uncharacteristic, actually calmly opened the doors. They stepped out slowly as Alfred and Matthew did the same in the front. Yao and Elizabeta followed out the back.

Alfred, Gilbert, Elizabeta, Yao, and Sadiq met at the front of the van while Matthew rounded around the back and jumped in with Im Yong Soo.

"Okay Nations. We start now. All seriousness." He said as he started walking, waving to the other four with one hand. With the other, he fixed the mike and wire that ran down the left side of his face. "You there Korea?" He asked.

"Yup, America. All is running fine here. Canada and I will hold down the fort." Came the reply. There was no cliché static or fuzziness, anything that could blur words or their meanings had been eradicated by Im Yong Soo's technical genius.

"Got it. Everyone else?" He asked.

He received five quick answers. He nodded. "That means we're going in. Keep the lines clear unless we need them." It was then that they reached their destination, a small part of the back-alley that was directly located beneath a two-story window.

"Let's do this." Alfred said.


Meanwhile, in an adjacent building, seven people sat in various positions around a room. Arthur was leaning back in a chair near a window watching his team.

Kiku typed at this computer like usual, waiting for any sign of the code that was meant to signal the "bug's" detonation. In all truthfulness, Kiku had reprogrammed said bug to send them a message instead. Once the criminals made their move the agents would know. His tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth as he scrunched his face, typing fiercely.

Arthur's eyes panned over to where Francis and Lein stood bickering, each dressed in their skin-tight black suits. While Francis wore a two piece outfit, Lein wore a full-on catsuit. Her hair was pulled up into a tight bun, and her bangs that had hung into her face the day before now were pulled out of her face- Francis on the other hand, simply had his hair back in a ponytail. Arthur listened in for a minute (it was something about who was the better Eagle) before rolling his eyes and pointedly deciding to ignore them.

Ludwig was leaning against the wall in the corner of the room, arms crossed over his chest. He wore a plain black T-Shirt and black khakis. He had one of his shiny black shoes pulled up behind him and and pressed against the wall. He was also ignoring the rest of the group and had an almost glazed-over look on his face as he stared out a nearby window. His blonde hair was slicked-back like it had been when Arthur had first met him. The man was rather quiet and reserved, so Arthur had barely learned much about him other than the fact that he was a highly skilled rookie quickly climbing the ranks. He'd done a bit of quick target practice with the man earlier, and had been amazed at his excellent aim, not missing a single target. Arthur wasn't worried about the man, he could take care of himself. After all he wouldn't be an agent if he couldn't.

Finally, Arthur's gaze rested on the pair lounging on the couch located in the center of the room. Berwald was reading a book as Tino listened to music on an iPod. Neither looked all that thrilled to be waiting around. (Though Berwald never looked thrilled, or happy, or sad, or... anything really.) Tino fidgeted around impatiently. He was, in shocking difference to the rest of the team, dressed in a grass greenbutton up shirt and fancy enough jeans, with a dark blue baseball cap pulled down over his head. His hair was styled to fall slightly into his eyes. The whole get-up made him look younger, which was the idea. His job was to be inconspicuous. With the iPod, he painted the perfect picture of a teenager despite being in his twenties. Berwald on the other hand was rather conspicuous, even if he was dressed in all black like the rest of their team. His size and presence just had that affect.

Arthur himself wore a black shirt and black khakis like Ludwig, the only difference being that his shirt was long-sleeved. His blonde hair was hopelessly messy as always, but as long as it didn't fall in his face he didn't care.

He sighed as he started fiddling with the tassels on the curtain that was pulled back from the window. They sat in a small apartment building that was across the street from the suspect museum, wasting away their time in different ways. He rested his head against the wall and resigned himself to sitting in this chair for the rest of the night. Luckily for him, he didn't have to.

"Uh- Arthur-san the bug has gone off." Kiku said, jolting not only Arthur, but the rest of the residents of the room to jolt to their feet. Arthur quickly walked over to Kiku's side. "That means..."

"That they are there." Arthur finished.

"Well, it only means they are expecting the cameras to be off now." Kiku clarified, always the logical man.

Arthur nodded quickly before gathering his team with a wave.

"You know what to do. Let's go."


"Hey America, Prussia, could you spot me?"

Alfred nodded as Elizabeta started backing up. Gilbert planted himself against the alley wall while Alfred backed up to about three feet away from Gilbert. Elizabeta wrinkled her nose as she stepped in a puddle. She wore a one-piece leotard that covered her arms and legs. Her black boots had special grips on the soles, and her black gloves were thin and covered in textured grips. She wore a sort of ski mask, except it was made of rubber and was cut off above her mouth, leaving it covering her head and the top half of her face. Her long hair was tucked under said mask. Three horizontal striped of red, white and green, in that order, decorated her left shoulder, the smallest of all the flags as she needed to be the stealthiest. She bit down on a Swiss army knife, refusing to carry something so important in a pocket because she "couldn't trust them more than she trusted herself".

She began running at full speed towards the pair, aiming for the space between them. When she finally reached them, they each grabbed the front of her nearest shoulder, pulling her torso back. They then took their other hands and pushed as hard as they could on her lower back as they released their grips on her shoulders.

The result was Elizabeta twirling gracefully into the air, curling into a ball and giving one full spin before her hand shot out and grabbed the lip of the second-story window. This was accomplished by a mix of Elizabeta being lighter than she looked, Alfred and Gilbert being stronger than they looked, and Elizabeta being an incredible gymnast.

She held herself there with one arm for a moment before grabbing a hold with her other hand and pulling herself up. She perched on the small lip for a moment before reaching up to her mouth and taking a grip on the knife. She flicked it open, revealing a lock pick. She fiddled with the lock for only a few seconds before the widow clicked open. She growled when she realized it opened outwards.

"Hey America, Prussia, I'll need another toss." She said. Pausing a minute to give the men a moment to rearrange themselves, moving backwards near the other side of the alley. She nodded at the two thumbs up she received before pulling the window open, allowing the momentum to pull her backwards. She did a single spin before she neared the ground. She unlocked her knees, giving them room to bend. A split second later her right foot landed solidly in Alfred's and Gilbert's interlocked hands. They let her weight pull them down for a second before lifting her up and letting her fly back up into the air. Flying straight up into the air this time, she shot a hand out and was able to grasp the inside of the window. She smiled as she pulled herself up and nodded down to the four men looking up at her.

"Meet you around the back." She said, making her way to the back door.

Alfred grinned as he shot Gilbert a thumbs up. He wasn't sure if Gilbert rolled his eyes at him or not, as he wore a pair of tinted snowboarding goggles to hide his very distinct red eyes. He also had a black beanie on like Alfred- unlike Alfred (who had a few strands of his blonde hair falling out from under his hat) every single strand of silver hair was slicked back and hidden away. After all, it would be pretty easy to pick out an albino in a line-up.

Other than that, he wore a similar outfit to Alfred, black shirt and jeans, the only difference being his shoes were normal converse, not Alfred's boots, and the flag on his outfit was Prussia's. (Alfred had objected to this at first, as Prussia wasn't even a country and Gilbert was German, but Gilbert had insisted that he was to awesome to be a dull country like Germany.)

Alfred just shrugged and lead the way to the back door. They stood there for a few minutes before it clicked open, allowing them entrance. Alfred passed Elizabeta, striding confidently into the museum.

"I'll grab the Vargas paintings. Prussia, Hungary, you grab the Carriedos. Turkey, China, you check out the halls." He received nods from both Gilbert and Elizabeta before turning to Yao and Sadiq. Two more nods came from them. They looked like an odd pair, Sadiq wearing an intricate dark gray masquerade mask that clashed with his T-shirt and black pants. Yao wore what seemed to be a ninja mask, and his hair was pulled back into a bun. He even wore a seemingly militaristic uniform.

Alfred licked his lips as they split up. He grinned as he neared the hallway where the Vargas paintings were.

His team was so efficient it was scary. Barely ten minutes had passed and they were already getting ready to make a getaway. He grinned maliciously, blue eyes sparkling behind his dark sunglasses. He rubbed his hands together as he neared a rather beautiful painting of a field of roses in front of a window. But it didn't matter how pretty the artwork was, all that mattered was it was expensive artwork. He reached forward to claim his prize and take the painting off the wall before he froze.

"Ah- America? Somethings messing with out system." Im Yong Soo's voice came clearly through his earpiece.

"What do you mean." He shot back coldly, not appreciating being interrupted.

"I mean something's trying to block out our communications. I'm stopping it but..." Alfred hit the button to silence the communication quickly. He stood there for a minute, positive be had heard something before a faint whoosh caught his attention. He dropped to the ground immediately and watched as a dart planted itself firmly in the canvas of the painting he had almost had.

The first thought that passed through his head was remorse over the painting. It wouldn't be worth nearly as much with a hole, no matter how small, in it.

His second thought bordered on the lines of 'oh shit someone's here' while he cursed himself for not noticing the fact that the window had been ajar. He flicked his communications back and and stated simply. "War."


Sadiq jumped as one word rang through his earpiece. "Shit." He hissed as he grabbed Yao by the arm and began making his way back down to the van. He ran into Gilbert and Elizabeta at an intersection. They were about to run out before they heard voices coming from the other side of the door.

"Careful... probably armed... dangerous... stay here..." He heard snatches of before his eyes widened behind their mask. He made a quick cut-throat gesture and the four of them split up and ran down different halls, ditching the paintings.


Matthew was not amused. He had begun to worry when Im Yong Soo had started saying something was wrong, nothing ever went wrong with their team. He became even more stressed as the man said someone was trying to cut their connections.

Of course his worrying proved pretty useless as he heard voices outside the van. He had quickly grabbed Im Yong Soo by the collar and told him to keep quiet and let him handle the situation.

The doors had opened revealing three different guns, all pointed at Matthew and Im Yong Soo. Matthew had raised his hands, giving Im Yong Soo a look telling him to do the same, and allowed himself to be ushered out of the van.

He glared as he was moved to be stood up next to the van with Im Yong Soo, hands held over his head. His sunglasses were pulled off by a blonde man.

The officers (there were five of them) quickly conversed before planting two guards on Im Yong Soo and himself. The other three moved away to enter through the front of the building.

"Sooo... come round here often?" The blonde asked (the one that had pulled his glasses off). Matthew scoffed.

"Are you serious?" He asked shooting the man a glare. He was wearing some skin-tight outfit- It was ridiculous. The other, a dark-haired Asian man, seemed much more reasonable.

"Aw, no reason to be venomous. I'm just trying to make conversation while my team rounds up the rest of you criminals." The man said.

Matthew took this time to share a meaningful look with Im Yong Soo. "What makes you think you can?" He asked, phrasing the question to give away as little information as possible. He made sure to raise the pitch of his voice slightly, making himself seem younger and less threatening. Apparently it worked.

"Well because we are professionals." The man sniffed, letting his guard down. "And you are criminals after all. Actually, I thought that apprehending you would be harder, seeing how much trouble it took to track you down."

"Hmm?" Matthew asked, loosening his stiff posture slightly and bending his knees a little. "That's nice."

He nodded and made the mistake Matt was waiting for. He turned his head ever so slightly to look at the direction his teammates had left.

Matt took that time to strike. "Kor." He stated simply to alert Im Yong Soo before he lunged forward. He collided into the man, and they tumbled. It would have been helpful if the officers hadn't confiscated his pistol when they had pulled him out of the van, but he just grappled with the man for his gun.

Kiku jumped as he saw the blonde man (with a Canadian flag on him for some reason) crash into Francis. He spun to face the other man who had been pinned against the van. Suddenly the man was much closer than he had been before.

"Does that mean I get paired with you?" The man asked with a scarily happy voice. But the man was obviously their hacker, why would he-

Kiku's thoughts were interrupted as a foot swung at his head. He dodged backwards, barely avoiding it. The man completed his spin and used the momentum to step forward and shove his face into Kiku's.

"Come on. Don't you fight? You're no fun." He said as Kiku backed up frantically, reaching for his gun.

"Cut the crap Korea." The blonde grunted from where he had pinned Francis and was slowly forcing a gun out of Francis' hand.

"Sorry Can." The man said as the dark aura around him darkened.

Kiku glared and pulled out his gun and aimed it squarely on the man's forehead. "Halt." He said simply.

"Why?" The man asked, before dropping to the ground quickly. Kiku's eyes widened as he darted backwards to avoid the strike. Instead, his legs were swept out from under him and he hit the ground hard. He tried to sit up but found the young man pinning him.

"Night." He said before knocking Kiku's head into the ground with precise force as to knock him out.

Im Yong Soo then turned to Matthew who had finally wrestled his gun out of the man's grip. He had it pointed squarely at the man's forehead, who seemed to be in shock at this turn of events.

"What was it again about you being professionals?" He asked before he brought the grip of his gun down on the man's head, promptly knocking him unconscious.

Matthew stood up and dusted himself off. He rubbed the back of his neck before switching his mike on. "Canada and Korea are clear."


Gilbert and Elizabeta had split up and Elizabeta now found herself running down an empty hallway. She paused as she saw a shadow pass by the entrance of the hallway, but relaxed when she saw it was Sadiq. She waved as she met up with him. "How many?" She asked.

"I don't know." He answered. "Apparently Canada and Korea took out two out front. China's saying he counted six from his position."

Elizabeta nodded, but suddenly pulled Sadiq into an alcove as voices drifted from around the corner.

"You sure Ber? I didn't hear anything." A high voiced asked, and was answered by a gruff, "Yeah".

Elizabeta cursed quietly as she realized there was no way out of this confrontation. The two men were already walking down the hall. She gave a look to Sadiq. Two on two, seemed fair enough.

Just as the two men passed in front of their hiding spot the two leaped out, using the element of surprise. Elizabeta tumbled to the ground on top of a younger looking man as Sadiq crashed into a large man, sending them into a wall.

Toni's eyes widened as the woman landed on top of him. He immediately responded with a swift kick to her side. She hissed, but didn't let go of his wrists that she had grasped. He tried to kick her again but she rolled with it, sending them spinning once before they crashed into the wall.

Toni's face crinkled as he struggled, cursing himself silently. This was may be a Snake, but heshould be doing better than being pinned by the woman. He cursed very much loudly when he realized the woman had grabbed his gun out of his belt.

"Now, now, quiet darling." She said in a cold voice as the frigid barrel was placed against his temple, causing all his struggling to cease.

"Hey Hungary a little help." Came a strained voice from their right where Sadiq was fighting a very large, very unhappy man. He was dodging punches left and right and finding himself slowly being backed to a wall. "I am not positive here. Very much negative."

Elizabeta jumped up, pulling the small blonde up with her, gun still pressed to his head.

"You care about this shrimp?" She asked, pulling back the safety. This got a definite reaction from the large man as he froze and spun to look at the petite woman holding a gun to his partner's head. He made an executive decision. Screw whatever Arthur said later, this one job wasn't worth Tino's life. He finally slowly rose his hands.

"Wonderful." She said icily, pulling the small man with her to a nearby closet. Sadiq followed, panting, as the large man walked cautiously over. She yanked open a closet and motioned for the large man to enter.

"You don't need to do it Ber." The small man squeaked, receiving a nudge from Elizabeta's foot.

The larger man simply nodded before stepping in. Elizabeta then shoved the smaller man in afterwords and pulled the door shut.

"And stay in there!" She yelled, locking the door and promptly breaking the handle.

"Come on, let's go." She said to Sadiq, pulling him along back to the van, leaving the two men locked away.

"Sorry Ber." Toni mumbled softly, gazing down at the floor.

"'S okay." Berwald said leaning against the wall. "You'r' more important 'nyway."


Yao was perched carefully on the edge of a balcony. He sighed in relief as two consecutive, "clears" could be heard from Elizabeta and Sadiq. He shot back that there were definitely seven hostiles. That left three.

He stepped down from his position and began walking back into the building.

He was not expecting the kick that landed on in the back of his head. He yelped as he took a tumble forward.

He quickly spun to see a very angry looking woman looking down at him. He rolled sideways, avoiding another kick that had been aimed at him. He winced internally when he calculated where exactly the kick would have hit him if he hadn't moved. Nasty.

She glared at him as he jumped to his feet, growling a small "aru". She strode forward purposely. He put up a hand to block her next punch, and used her own momentum to swing her body to collide painfully into a wall.

She grit her teeth and dropped to try to sweep his legs out from under him. He jumped back before she could do so, knowing the move well from when he sparred with Im Yong Soo. The young woman was talented sure, but inexperienced. She snarled and jumped to her feet, sending a kick Yao's way.

He dodged this one just as gracefully. He spun and landed a kick of his own squarely on her stomach, causing her to double over in pain. He took this time to dart forward and grasp her.

They began struggling, and Yao aimed their movements. They exchanged punches and kicks fluidly. Yao vaguely recognized the fighting style- It was one meant to take advantage of larger, bulkier enemies. Unfortunately for the young woman, Yao was just as flexible and lithe as her. He kept a mask of indifference planted firmly on his face as they neared the balcony.

It wasn't until they reached the edge of the balcony before a grin broke out across his face.

"What the hell is that for?" The woman hissed, not pleased that she was slowly growing tired as her opponent seemed fine. She should have thought it out before taking on this man, she knew. She was always rushing into fights, and while it had always worked out before, she was paying for it now.

She was surprised when suddenly the man got close to her. (His whole tactic had been backing up until now.) Her heart jumped as he shoved her. She realized her mistake as she found herself flying over the balcony to the ground below.

She closed her eyes tightly, waiting for impact. The ground was too close for even a highly trained Eagle like her to save herself. However, she yelped as she felt her arms jerk back, nearly pulling her shoulders out of her sockets.

Yao pulled the woman's arms back though the bars on the balcony. He tied her wrists together with the cord he always kept on him and dropped her arms. She gave out a small squeak, dropping slightly, before her now tied wrists caught on the bar they had been tied on opposite sides of. This left her dangling over foyer to the museum.

"The hell!" She shrieked before Yao leaned over the balcony and tied a bit of cloth he had torn from his uniform around her mouth, much to her distress.

"Try better next time, aru." He said before turning and leaving.

"China clear, two left."


So I originally planned to have the whole confrontation to be one chapter but I decided to split it so Gil and Lud, and Al and Artie can sort things out. Hehehe.

I feel kind of bad at how easily Al's gang took out the agents. They were just unprepared is all! If they had had time to get more information/let the fights drag out longer things might have gone differently. After all, that's the gang's specialty, acting quick. (Though Lein totally got it the worst, she's hanging from a balcony right now. At least Francis and Kiku can't dwell on the fact they were beat and Berwald and Tino are at least not tied up.)

Comments? (Still feels bad about beating up her babbies.)