Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

Work was getting harder and harder than ever. The more Alfred tried harder, the more work his boss gave him. He didn't mind at first, knowing that the harder he worked or at least showed that he worked hard, the faster he'd get the transfer to the UK branch.

The poor American worked himself everyday, trying to prove he was good enough for something like that. Wanting to show that he had what it took to run a company that was billions of miles away from everything he knew. The days got longer, the nights shorter. Matthew had been living with him to make sure he eats right and takes showers and all that bull that Matthew always complains about him not doing!. Gotta love him, right?

Finally, he was on his way home. He hated working like this, but it was a small price to pay to see that cute asshole of a Brit. He got out of his car and walked up to the front door, stretching a bit and looking over his yard. He never liked this house. The yard looked like a waste land and the house itself wasn't any better. He'd be glad when he finally leaves for good.

Alfred opened the door and walked in, shutting it gently behind him. Matthew sat on the couch watching TV silently, stretched out over the couch. The American sighed and went into the kitchen, deciding that he'd take care of dinner tonight. Matthew had been cooking the whole time he was living here, so it was the least Alfred could do.

Once he ate though, he'd have to check his email for Arthur's message!

Arthur walked down the dark sidewalk, showing the newest officer around town. He'd been transferred from a smaller station to the one Arthur worked in and the Brit got the displeasure of having the kid "under his wing". "Show him the ropes", the boss said.

They were silent for a while as the moon shined down on them. Crickets chirped in the background lightly as the two walked. As they passed an alley way, they heard low mumbles and groans. Arthur stopped, putting his hand out to stop the kid behind him.

"What's wrong?"

"You don't hear that, mate?" Arthur looked back at him. The boy shook his head, looking at Arthur weirdly.

The older Brit groaned, rolling his eyes. He'd just have to follow Arthur's lead then. The blonde pulled out his flashlight, walking into said alley, looking around. They both walked quietly, not wanting to disturb what could possibly be happening. Once they got to the end, two figures illuminated in their light. One was on the ground, badly injured and bleeding. The other was standing over top the fallen one, holding a bat and covered in the other's blood. The man looked back at them, smiling wildly.

Arthur pulled out his gun, aiming it at the man as he turned around, "Freeze!"

He took a few steps closer.

"I said bloody freeze!"

"Mr. Kirkland, he's not freezing..."

The man laughed, keeping up his pace, twirling the bat around, splattering blood on the walls. Arthur grit his teeth and fired a warning shot at the ground near his feet. The man only smirked and tilted his head. He lunged at Arthur, grabbing his gun and pushing the Brit onto the ground at rapid speed. He ran off, going down the road quickly. Arthur glared at the boy.

"Why didn't you bloody shoot?! You've got a gun!"

"I-I was afraid to, I didn't want to hurt him..."

Arthur mentally facepalmed before rolling his eyes, "Why me..?"

He got up and ran after the man quickly, the boy following closely. He yelled for the man to stop a few times. His only response was a dropped bat that Arthur swiftly jumped over and left for the boy behind him to trip on. Having no time to go back and help, Arthur kept up his pace, chasing the man down the sidewalk. He had to get that gun before the guy hurt anyone else.

The guy ducked into an old apartment building that squatters used a lot. Arthur hid behind the railing of the stairs to catch his breath. He looked back, wondering if the boy would catch up any time soon so Arthur could use his gun. There was no time to wait, Arthur growled and walked up the stairs silently, going through the open door. He looked around the darkness quickly, trying to listen for any sounds. The guy had practically disappeared.

"Arthur, you alright?!"

Said Brit looked back at the boy as he walked into the threshold of the door. As Arthur was about to turn around to tell him to keep quiet, his gun went off twice. One bullet nailed him in the shoulder-blade, lodging itself into the bone as the other ripped through his side. Arthur fell to the ground, eyes wide as his body tried to process what had just happened. The boy ran in, grabbing his walkie and reporting it to the station, requesting back up and an ambulance. Arthur growled in pain, eyes screwing shut tightly.

The boy looked around frantically, looking for the man. He hoped back up would come soon. Arthur coughed, some blood splattering onto the floor. Would they come in time though..?

I feel so bad... But, I hope you enjoy ether way! Reviews make me happy!

Love, ShuChan