I Don't own hetalia.
Francis POV
I situated myself in the train seat making myself as comfortable as possible. The meeting today had me traveling down memory lane. My first real encounter with the Hero group had started something I hadn't even realized.
After the fight with Plague and my temporary abduction my superiors had been grilling me on anything they could possibly get out of me about the supers. I had temporarily stepped out of my office to talk with our group leader.
Coming back, I sighed moving to flip on the lights only to pause. My computer was on. There was the light bluish glow from it. It reflected beautifully off of a pair of white wings.
"I'm glad to see you've recovered."
"Can it, broga" an annoyed English voice responded. Hearing him speak was much different from his lovely singing voice.
"May I flip on the light or are you nocturnal?" I joked with him hoping to draw him into conversation.
"I'm not here for a chit chat brogan." There was the sound of sheet of paper being moved. "I want to know what the police know. The Plagues' going to try and strike again and he's pissed about us stopping his last shipment and, if you hadn't noticed, he has no problem killing anyone in his way."
"Oh I feel flattered you care so much for our safety, but we've been trained to…"
"I've been fighting the Plague for years now! He had me pinned!" Acid green eyes met mine. With those eyes it should be easy to find him. His hair was neon blue today arranged in a wonderfully messy way. I'd have to ask him what kind of gel he used to make it stay that way through a fight.
"Listen brogan," he began his gloved hands moving slowly as if he was going to explain something very complicated.
"Francis." He blinked at me. "My name is Francis, not brogan. What language is that anyway?"
"What part of I'm not here to make friends do you not understand? As much as I would love the police to stay completely out..." he took in a deep breath of air before letting it out. I watched the grace in which his wings moved with his body. "We need your help. There's three possible points we've narrowed down that the plague might hit. We need you, br… Francis to make sure they are at the point we believe to be least likely with the Plague."
"And the other two points?"
"We'll divide up like we did last time."
"You and the other supers? So what is there like a league of you and you go around answering to the pleas of the world?"
"Oh yes it's a rigorous application process. We call ourselves the Anarchists and we really only answer to the beck and call of the British Isles." The sarcasm was very strong with this one. "I think you need to stop watching American cartoons." He gave me a blank face and I noticed for the first time the slight amount of make up on his face. It was a touch here and a dab there, but enough and placed well enough to add attention to features that wouldn't normally be highlighted and lessen others. A very subtle way to hide certain aspects of his appearance.
I leaned over the computer to look at his eyes for any traces of contacts. "I have one other question, how was it you were chosen to come tell me this information?"
"Is that really relevant."
"Technically, mon ange, you are breaking and entering an internationally protected building too." I gave him a coy smirk and he gave me a worried smile showing pretty white teeth.
"The others figured you had seen me the most so why give you guys anymore information. Anyway, I've typed the information for where the police need to be into your computers. Bring the bomb team too. We're leaving the civilians up to you." He got up from my seat spreading those lovely wings slightly. He retracted them and began climbing though the window.
"Oh one other thing, who is the one of you with the daemon wings?"
"Daemon wings? Oh he won't like that." He chuckled to himself hands lightly hiding the sound. "He's a dragon not a daemon, and I don't know; surprise me. The media's made names for all of us regardless."
"Very well then, I'll do what I can. Angel," he turned back to me "Stay safe this time." I smiled letting my worry show through so he wouldn't think I was mocking him. He smiled back and gave me a nod.
"You too."
