Disclaimer- If I owned Hetalia and Nyotalia, I would have made Canada louder, and possibly have a large white highlight in his hair. Just for no reason.

Edit- Just some editing, nothing entirely major. You hope...

The four simultaneously checked their letters for clues about where they would stay till they had a cover. Spies were always offered these things. After about 3 minutes of searching, they found something written on the back of the letter. In perfect red ink, clearly not from any of their bosses, read:

"Oakwood Manor, Primrose, good luck."

Oakwood Manor was obliviously the hotel, and Primrose was most likely the name they used.

"So straight forward…" Vash mumbled, reading the four words for a second time.

"That's Americans for you." Arthur sighed. "Always so clear, and to the point. Sometimes you don't know if it's a good or bad thing."

After a quick web search on their phones, they found that there was a hotel called The Oakwood Manor. It was a pretty nice hotel near La Belle Rose. About six blocks away to be exact.

After paying for their drinks, the four grabbed the things they had brought along on the plane ride here: a large luggage bag full of clothing for an undisclosed amount of time, a small carry on backpack (or in Maddie's case, a purse) with a laptop and maybe a book or two, and their phones in either their pockets. The mission file tucked safely in Arthur's backpack.

They walked through the slightly crowded sidewalks, the Mid-August sun beaming down on them. Madeline, with her red trench coat loosely covering her shoulders, wondered something for a bit before voicing it to her new team mates. "What will we do when they see a girl rooming with three guys and become suspicious?"

The other three paused for a few seconds before saying in unison, "We wing it."

Madeline sighed. "As I thought."

The small group, made of three young men (Antonio, Arthur and Vash) and one young lady (Madeline), walked through the nice hotel lobby, smiling, joking, and pushing each other slightly. When they were at the front desk the woman, looking about 25, behind it smiled a fake smile hearing people coming towards her.

"Is there anything I could do for you?" She asked with fake cheeriness, not looking up from her computer.

"Sí, chica." Antonio said with a smile, his rich Spanish accent made the desk lady look up at him and blush slightly. "We have a reservation for one of your rooms."

She nodded, the blush still on her face. "W-What's the name?"

"Primrose." Arthur said to her, his British accent almost made her melt. She typed a few things into her computer, the blush becoming more prominent.

"Y-Yes! I have you right h-here! The nicest room we have, as asked for." Then she finally noticed Madeline, and instantly felt extremely jealous of her. "Would you like an extra room for the lady?" She asked, typing things on her computer, while she was glaring at the blonde. She hoped to hear a yes, but got a completely different answer.

"No." He said. The desk lady's glare hardened and she was about to say something, but Arthur interrupted her. "My sister is pretty comfortable around my friends by now, so I'm sure if father only reserved one room, she wouldn't mind sharing a room with us." He turned to Madeline who was smiling and holding Vash's arm in a friendly manner, as if she wanted to make sure she wasn't lost on the way here. "Isn't that right, sis?"

The blonde nodded, pushing up her red glasses slightly. "Of course!" She said loudly (or at least as loud enough to be heard) and happily in a convincing British accent. Antonio put an arm over Madeline's shoulders in a friendly gesture, while Vash put his hands in his sweater pockets, glaring at the floor. He was still pissed from before, but it looked like he was annoyed with his happier companion and the blonde clutching his arm, which helped with the facade.

After mentally scolding herself and blushing wildly in embarrassment, she smiled apologetically at Madeline and gave each of them a key card. "Your room is on the 6th floor, door number 239. Enjoy your stay at Oakwood." She said with a wink towards Arthur. Arthur smiled politely at her, while in the inside his eye twitched with annoyance. The four thanked her, before going to the elevator.

When they all entered the hotel room, they were slightly overwhelmed by the small hint of Jasmine air freshener. The room itself was very nice. It had a marvelous kitchen, a spacious parlor, and a large bedroom with two beds. They made a silent agreement to figure out the sleeping arrangement later. They put their luggage in the bedroom, took a quick shower and then got comfortable in the parlor, putting on the large flat screen T.V.

After a small while of just watching television, Madeline finally realized something as she pushed up her red frames for the second time in the hour they've been here. Then she blushed, embarrassed. "O-Oh, I-I'm sorry! I still don't know any of your names!" She said in her normal tone of voice. It was true, proper introductions were in order. Sure she knew what they did, but their names never reached her ears, not even once. The same went for the others as well.

Antonio smiled. "It's ok chica! Now that we're settled, and relaxed, we can properly introduce ourselves."

Arthur nodded. "That's true. Would anyone like to go first?" He asked. When no one spoke up, he sighed. "Alright, I guess I will…" He cleared his throat and began. "Uh… Ello, my name is Arthur Kirkland, and I come from London, England. It will be a pleasure to work with you all."

Antonio went next. "Hola, I'm Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, just call me Tony! I come from Madrid, España and I'm very happy to be working with you!"

Then Vash. "I'm Vash Zwingli. I'm from Bern, Switzerland, and if you touch my stuff expect a bullet up your ass." That last part made the three shiver slightly in fear.

And finally Madeline. "W-Well… a… B-Bonjour, I'm M-Madeline Williams, b-but just call me Maddie if you'd like. I'm from Ottawa, Canada, a-and I'm excited to be working with you all." She ended her introduction with a small shy smile.

Arthur cleared his throat, getting the other three's attention. "Now Vash, Madeline, and Tony." He started, taking the mission file out of his backpack that was conveniently right next to him. "Let's open it."

After closing all the shutters tight, making sure no one could see them from the outside, and shutting off the T.V. The four sat on the large brown leather couch. They opened the file, and took turns reading it.

It was two documents. The first read:

Congratulations Madeline, Arthur, Vash, and Antonio,

You've been appointed for this job by your bosses for your experience and accomplishments over the years you've been there. And we (The FBI) have made you a team. Your assignment is to stop Reaper.

Reaper is a secret organization that has started to terrorize the world, they take innocent orphans and turn them into cold hearted assassins. It's your job is to save the children any way you can, and to take this thing down, hard. We've found out that their main base is somewhere in L.A.'s underground, and who might be the ring leaders of this organization.

The suspects to be the man behind the curtain are on the second page.

We wish for your success in the completion of this mission.

Jessica Maranda Storm

L.A. Commander of the FBI

As told, there was a long list of people, and three of them had caught everyone's attention. Since they were the only ones with pictures.

"Jane Baker, Ted Harris, and Daniel Jackson, huh…" Antonio muttered, while looking at their photos and started reading their small biographies as he went.

Jane looked like a normal woman, a little skinny, and maybe a little pale, but normal none of the less. She had long deep red hair that ended at her waist, and light, almost pale, blue eyes that gave him a bad feeling about her. It said she's 26 years old, and is an accountant in a local bank.

Ted looked normal as well, and a lot like an American football player with his slightly wide shoulders and muscular chest. He had bleach blond hair and brown eyes. It said that he's 29 years old, and is an owner of a very successful toy franchise.

And then there was Daniel. He was very tall and not that buff, he had blue eyes that shined happily in that picture, and a big smile on his slightly pale face. He had soft looking black hair that went to his neck and slightly curly at the ends. It said that he's 20 years old, and he owns a clothing store in downtown L.A.

"I don't like them." Maddie muttered. "Not one bit, if they're doing this to kids I won't forgive them." Vash nodded at her statement.

"Children shouldn't be treated like that." Arthur's word were laced in anger. "No one should."

"Wait…" Tony muttered while he looked at the letter again, catching the other's attention. "There is a P.S." He said, pointing to the bottom of the document.

"P.S. You have the hotel room for a week, I expect you to get a cover by then and for the four of you to get your own place to live. I have trust in you~." He read.

After Tony read it, they took turns reading it again. The four looked at the P.S. in bewilderment for a few seconds before they fully processed it. "We have to get a job!" The four yelled in unison, before going on their job search.

Oh Post Script! How I love you when I need you ^w^

This is actually longer than I originally planned ^ ^; which I think is a good thing…. But I'm not sure…

Btw, hehe…. I sometimes swear…. A looot…. And sometimes talk…. A loooot…. And sometimes ramble…. A looooooot. *uses a Jeff Dunham reference without realizing it*

Vash & Arthur: Just shut up.

*glares at Vash and Arthur* IN A MINUTE! *turns back to you and smiles* Bye~ until next time~