I lied. The preview I sent to you guys was a chapterette's. Why? Because it didn't necessarily fit with the mission arc, which, by the way, triggers an attachment Arthur develops for Alfred [Spoiler ALERT?]. Patience, my dears. Also, let's pretend my sudden fit of emotional lack of professionalism never occurred and get on with the unedited shit I write.

Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya

Meeting everyone in the game room, they told us that there was a change in plans; we were now required to retrieve two objects to be displayed—correction: auctioned at an evening event on the ship which meant that we were meant to stay on board for a few hours, rather than snatching the objects and leaving as quickly as possible. More importantly, the objects were both very fine pieces of jewellery, one antique, custom-designed Bulgari ring with a rare blue diamond made in the 1960s, and a diamond gold necklace made in the 1930s.

"Even without a professional appraisal, it must be worth around 200K if not more and oh my word, those are seven round cut diamonds in the center and the necklace must be covered with at least seven hundred smaller diamonds," Morgan squealed as she continued staring at the picture on her phone, her eyes twinkling as she continued to admire the object we were supposed to retrieve. "That's so fucking beautiful," she said with a dreamy sigh as she stroked the screen of her phone.

"You could get yourself one that's custom-made. We can definitely afford it," Aiden pointed out as he eyed the stunning piece of jewellery with almost the same interest on the tiny screen.

Morgan scowled at him and crossed her arms, handing him the phone. "It's made in the 1930s, so that totally adds to the value. If I get one that's custom-made, then that gets rid of the age that adds worth to it! Plus, you know how much I hate replicas. I'd rather get the real thing," she sighed. "Besides, I'd rather someone give it to me than I get it for myself."

"Good point," Aiden smiled as he stared at her with an impressed smile, fist-bumping her. Was that what people called it? Fist-bumping? "The girl receiving it's a lucky bitch," he mumbled, his tone filled with jealousy.

Niles walked over, slapping him upside the head with a roll of his eyes as he walked over and sat beside me on the couch across from them. "So gay," he muttered as he fished out his phone, his eyes fixated on the device.

"Says you," Aiden shot.

At that, Niles simply sighed and shook his head as he stared at his reflection on his phone. "'Scuse you, but the only one I'm gay for is myself. I mean I'm so hot I could fuck me," he smirked, winking at Aiden.

"How long do we have to wait?" Alfred wailed impatiently as he sat on the carpeted floor and began toying with his tie. "Not that I don't appreciate good clothes, but I'm kind of uncomfortable wearing leather shoes and expensive brands. I don't like owing anyone."

"Just don't break 'em, kid," Niles said. "Don't steal anythin' either. The Kirklands don't give out favours."

"We're just waiting for Alastair to fetch the limo and you'll be good to go," Aiden replied.

After a moment of silence, Alfred shuffled uneasily until he decided to lie down on the floor. Morgan must have noticed his restlessness and decided to speak. "You know, if you want to say something, it's not like we're restricting you from doing so."

"Well…"

"Spit it out before I force it out of you," Niles sighed, seeming disinterested to say the least.

"I don't know, I just… We're all good, right? I mean, a few nights ago, in this same room, the two of you had guns pointed to my head and now, you guys are treating me like I'm your friend," he stared down, uncomfortable of everyone's eyes on him.

The twins stared at each other for a few seconds before bursting into a roaring fit of laughter. I joined as well, chuckling lowly. For a few seconds, laughter filled the room before dying down into tiny giggles that came from Aiden.

"Personality-wise, yes, we do get along," Niles nodded. "You're tolerable."

"But that doesn't mean anything," Morgan smiled, venom dripping in her voice. I thought that side of Morgan had mellowed down, but I was wrong. Morgan was a person of bright smiles, using them to mask the sufferings she's been through in the past.

"Arthur can you fucking believe this guy? He thinks we can trust him that easily," Aiden said between his giggles. Similar to Morgan, Aiden possessed a bright personality. He was a man of spirit, always looking down on others with a condescending smirk, or with a laughter sure to insult the person meant to receive the laughter. Growing up, he was always the one being laughed at for his clumsiness and physical inability to perform tasks that Niles did, but his strength was the vast amounts of information he stored in his brain. Now, he was the one laughing down on others, as he was intellectually superior like Alfred.

Alfred looked at me, desperate for an answer that made sense. I stared at him back, nodding. "We're all good, but we don't trust you."

Sitting with my legs crossed on the couch, everyone waited with an intense impatience for Alastair to arrive. The sudden change of plans brought a sour mood to everyone's night. This wasn't the first time it had occurred; that there was a change in plans, although we still couldn't help but be aggravated. This situation was rather special as we were given only a small margin of time to make changes and adjust. It wasn't as though we actually made changes; we simply enjoyed telling our clients how the changes would bring us inconvenience.

The client did apologize profusely and had informed us that he arranged an escape route in order to aid us, meaning that instead of me worrying about an escape route, the rest of the Kirklands would have to worry about making sure that we would be able to follow said escape route. The mission has just turned from a one or two-man task, to a full team task. Of course we were aggravated.

Alastair appeared on the doorway, with his arms crossed and a cigar in his mouth. "Get in the car, losers. We've shit to do," he grumbled before heading upstairs.

Meh it's more of a filler, if anything. I'll update once more this month, so fret not. I love you guys. Also, what do you think of the characters so far? I seem to have developed some form of hatred towards Morgan/Lisa.

Reviews are fabulous and they keep me going.

~Reilley