AN: It's been a while! Seriously it has. Don't get mad but I didn't realize how long it's actually been until I checked. Some of my stories haven't been updated in a year! I feel like a horrible person. I know how frustrating it can been when a story doesn't get updated for a while and yet you keep on hoping. Well this chapter has been sitting, unfinished, in my docs for a while now and I finally got it done! YAY! Now enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Amelia crouched down on a rooftop and gazed into the dark valley way below. Behind her Francis watched the street.

"Do you see him?" Amelia asked as she glanced at her companion.

Francis shook his head. "No. Blaise hasn't shown yet."

"It's been an hour since our meeting," Amelia groaned. "I thought he said his men were ready."

Francis shrugged. "He does like to do things at his own pace." Amelia sighed and watched the alley with a bored expression. A few minutes later, though for Amelia it felt like an hour, Blaise arrived with his men.

"Finally!" Amelia smiled as she watched the men got into position. They took their places on the street and the rooftops surrounding the warehouse.

"Good evening, you two. Are you ready to get this started?" Blaise asked as he climbed onto the roof.

"Yeah, it took you long enough to get here." Amelia frowned.

Blaise shook his head at her. "You can't rush perfection, my dear."

He winked at Amelia who sighed. "Let's just get this started. It's two in the morning and so far we haven't seen any activity in the warehouse."

"There are a few guards by the front door but its otherwise quiet," Francis glanced off the edge of the roof and briefly scanned the alley way. "If we want to make a move it should be now."

Blaise and Amelia nodded. They quickly zipped up their black coats and put matching masks over their heads to hide their identities. After checking their equipment, they dropped into the comfort of the shadows and ducked behind a crate so that they were out of sight in case a guard passed by the entrance to the alley. It didn't take long for Blaise to pick the lock on the rusty door and with a bit of force, managed to get it to swing open.

"After you, my lady." Blaise grinned at Amelia and gave her a small bow. Amelia slowly crept forward into the building followed by her companions. The warehouse looked like it had been abandoned for some time before the Nazis started to use it. The floors were dirty and cracked, the windows were foggy, and the walls were stained and worn. Several lights were rigged around the building connected by a network of wires. The dusty beams of light shown on the crates and the paths that weaved between them.

Francis and Balise slowly crept in behind Amelia. They looked around at the windows and saw the dark outlines of Balise's men climbing down through the windows and onto the walkways.

Balise gently closed the door behind him and whispered. "It's a dusty place, isn't it? You would think Nazis would clean up better."

"I wouldn't think so highly of them, Balise." Francis smirked. Amelia rolled her eyes and checked her surroundings for guards: Empty.

"Let's go," She whispered. "The faster we get this done the better." She tiptoed forward to inspect the crates. Some of Balise's men jumped down from the walkways to help sort out the crates. Amelia scowled as she gave the lock on the nearest crate a slight tug.

"Would you like my help with that, my lady?" Balise smiled made a move to unlock the crate for Amelia.

"No," Amelia waved him aside and pulled out her own lock picks. "No thanks. I can handle this." Balise frowned at Amelia's words but didn't say anything in return. Instead he sulked over to his own crate and went to work on its lock. Some of Balise's men stood guard while those with enough skill started to help with the locks. The locks were far tougher than the one on the door and were taking some encouragement. Francis was the first to break the silence.

"This must be boring for you after spending all that time in Germany." Francis spoke a bit louder than a whisper so that Amelia could hear him.

"A bit. It's defiantly easier than the jobs I'm used to." Amelia gave Francis a small smile from underneath her mask.

"Germany? I would never step a foot in that country. I wouldn't be able to stand it." Balise muttered and shook his head.

"It's easy when you know what you're doing." Amelia whispered but her remark went unnoticed by Balise.

After a few more minutes the lock that Amelia was working on gave a loud click as it opened. "Ah ha," Amelia smiled and opened the lid only to have the smile fall from her face. It was empty. "It's empty!" She called over to Francis and Balise who looked up in shock.

"Empty?!" Balise quickly got up and ran over to Amelia. When he looked in the crate all he saw was a few weights attached to the bottom.

"This one too!" One of the men called. They all looked at each other in confusion and worry as all the crates turned out to be empty.

"What now?" Balise looked towards Francis.

"We get out of here. Now." Francis gave the signal and the men quickly made their way to the closest exit.

"I think that you would find that the exits are blocked." A cold stern voice echoed through the warehouse. A voice that Amelia recognized. She slowly turned around and looked up at a cold Ludwig. He and his men stood in the walkways above her, staring down at the rebels. His cold blue eyes looked at each of them. The silence and the tension was unbearable and for Amelia it was killing her.

When Ludwig's men raised their guns and aimed at the rebels. Francis shouted at everyone to take cover as the bullets started to fly. Amelia quickly ducked behind the crates. She could hardly hear Francis shouting orders over the gun fire. When she peeked over the crates and saw him herding his people towards the nearest exit but she knew they wouldn't make it. They needed a distraction.

"I hope this works." She mutters as she pulled out her pistol and took aim at the Germans above. Amelia was a good shot and managed to wound a couple of soldiers before their attention turned to her.

"Return fire! Find cover!" They shouted as they scrambled for shelter.

"No," Ludwig's stern voice carried through the room. "It's only one rebel. You five, follow the group that took the back exit. The rest of you will chase those who left through the alley way." The soldiers nodded and ran towards the doors. Soon their voices faded away into silence.

Amelia held her breath and listened carefully from her hiding place: Nothing... not a sound. She was about to stand up and head towards the exit when the sudden sound of a heavy boot stomping down on metal shook the silence. Ludwig was heading down the stairs.

"Come out. Your friends will be found soon enough. Give yourself up and we can work out a deal." He called as he calmly made his way down the stairs. Despite his clear smooth voice it did nothing to comfort Amelia. She frowned and glanced at her surroundings. If she was lucky she could use the crates to move around him and get to the door. The sound of Ludwig's foot steps suddenly went silent. It was the only thing that told Amelia his position. Her blood ran cold as she started to panic. Silence is never a good sign.

Just as Amelia decided to make a run for it she felt a large hand roughly grab the back of her neck. She choked as he pulled her backwards and threw her onto the ground. She struggled as he pinned her but could escape his grip. Next thing she knew he was straddling her with her wrists being pinned above her head by one hand while the other was wrapped around her neck.

"You can't hide from me," He growled. Amelia stared at him from underneath her mask. She knew that if she said anything her cover would be blown. "Talk. Where did they go," When she stayed silent his eyes narrowed. "Even if you don't tell us we will find them eventually. If you cooperate with us we will over look your part in this." Amelia looked into his cold blue eyes and felt his heart clench. If only it was that simple.

"Take this, Nazi," Balise suddenly tackled Ludwig from behind the pushed him into a stack of crates. "Run!" He shouted as he pulled Amelia to her feet. They sprinted to the door. When they both threw it open it loudly smacked against the building. It wasn't lone before Amelia heard Ludwig running after them.

"Are you insane?! He could have easily killed you!" Amelia growled at Balise as they navigated the tight alleyways with the hope to lose him between the buildings.

Balise laughed. "And miss out on the chance to be the dashing hero? Not a chance!"

"A dashing hero?" Amelia raised an eyebrow.

"Admit it. I look dashing in black. All I was missing was the hero part."

Amelia couldn't help but snicker but her suddenly cheerful mood was dashed when a bullet flew pasted them. "You didn't take his gun!?"

Balise frowned. "I was a bit busy thinking about saving you to worry about the gun!" He ducked as a bullet barely missed the top of his head. They quickly jumped over a wooden fence and was relieved when the bullets stopped.

"Think we lost him?" Amelia panted as she stopped and leaned against the brick wall.

"I'm not sure," Balise admitted. He looked around and sighed. "We can meet Francis up ahead. When I went back for you he said to meet him there. Let's-." His eyes grew wide as he looked up at the roof top. Amelia followed his gaze and froze. She was staring down the barrel of Ludwig's pistol. It all happened in slow motion. She was unable to move as Ludwig pulled the trigger and Balise fell to the ground. His black jacket shinned in the dim light as it became soaked with blood. He pointed his gun at her ready to kill the rebel. Amelia's breath flew out of her lungs as the bullet pierced her torso.

She gasped and stumbled forward. Amelia braced herself for the next shot but it never came. When she heard shouting she looked over and saw Francis charging forward with a few of his men. She blinked as she stumbled forward towards Balise.

"B-Balise..." Amelia whispered as she gently pressed two fingers to his throat. He still had a pulse. When one of Francis's men flipped him over to get a good look at the entry wound it looked survivable. She sighed with relief.

"Get him back to base," Francis knelt next to her as he shouted orders to his men. "I'll take care of her."

Amelia watched them take Balise away before speaking to Francis. "Well... I got shot... again. Does it look bad?"

Francis frowned as he wrapped the wound. "You'll live. It didn't hit anything important. It just went through your collar." Once the bleeding stopped he carefully picked her up and carried her our of the alley. At some point she must have fallen asleep because the next thing Amelia knew she was in Francis's room at one of the rebel safe houses.

He was on the phone talking to what Amelia assumed to be one of the men that took Balise away. "Ah, so he's fine? Good. Yeah. She's alright. Yeah. I know. Wait for further orders. Call me if anything changes," When he heard Amelia groan He looked over at her and smiled. "Sleep well?"

"As good as I could considering." When she sat up she could feel the pulsing pain in her collar.

"You got some stitches but that's all..." He trailed off as he sat down next to her.

Amelia could feel the tension behind his calm tone. "So.. Balise is alright, right?" She asked.

"Yes. He's fine. But he could have been better," Francis replied. Amelia looked at him with concern but before she could ask he continued. "You had a gun the whole time. Why didn't you use it? Both of you would have been fine if you shot that Nazi."

Amelia looked down at her hands. "I was... caught up in the moment." She knew it was a lame excuse but she didn't know what else to say.

"You hesitated and screwed up a mission. You've never ruined a mission like this before... Amelia," Amelia glanced up at the cold tone in his voice. "I understand now why Ivan is so concerned. You've become too attached. Hovering in limbo like his only endangers those around you. It almost got one of my men killed," Francis's cold eyes and suddenly angry tone startled her. She could hear her blood pounding as he spoke. "This isn't a fairytale. This is war and in war no one really gets a happy ending. You can either die or survive. Amelia... I can't have you on any of my missions anymore if you are a risk. Make up your mind and either fight the enemy... or join him." Francis's anger faded as he finished his speech and looked at Amelia one last time before leaving her alone in the room. His words ran through her head as she laid back down: Fight the enemy... or join him.