Title: Double Zeros
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: America/England
Warnings: James Bond-esc Alternate Universe. England is a special agent from the UK, America from the CIA forced to team up together.
Rating: PG - PG-13
Summary: England and America, two special agents from Britain and America are forced to team up to take out one of the largest kingpins in eastern Asia.
"America, pay attention." England drove their car up into a parking lot a few blocks away from the Swiss bank where Estonia was currently working at. "The owner of the bank is Vash Zwingli, Switzerland, so the security is top class-- probably why Russia choose these banks in the first place, less chance at him getting caught."
England pulled a bag from the back seat, unzipping it. "Stick this onto the front of your frames." He held a little black dot up on his finger.
"What's that?"
"Transmitter recorder. If you're going to be talking with Estonia, you might be able to get some information out of him... and that way I'll be able to keep track of you." He reloaded his Walther PPK, slipping it into the holster. "You have get him out of the room and keep him as distracted as possible while I'm accessing the account numbers."
"I know." America fixed his glasses, stepping out of the car. "The mission will run smoothly." He winked, giving England a thumbs up.
"As long as you don't fuck this up." England joined him out on the street, buttoning his dark-gray jacket.
America only chuckled to himself, walking off in the opposite direction, letting England make his way into bank first.
Two guards were standing at the entrance as England walked into the bank, slipping his sunglasses into a jacket pocket and he counts at least 12 different camera in the lobby. This shouldn't be too difficult though, America just needed to pull through.
"Hello, I'm interested in opening a new account..." England began talking with one of the tellers, spouting off fake information as he caught America enter to his side. Damn, did that idiot need to whistle so loud?
Moving slowly through the lobby, America walked up to an elevator and entered it without a second thought. Cutting of his conversation with the teller quickly, England walked into the stairwell to meet America upstairs.
"Hey there!" America's voice rang over his earpiece.
"Uh? Who are you? You're not allowed up here." Estonia, thank god.
"Oh Mr. Zwingli sent me up here!
"He did?" He could hear the uncertainty in the man's voice.
"Ah, well." America laughed. What the hell was he doing now? He stops mid-stair, hearing America's voice lower. "Actually, MISS. Zwingli sent me up here."
Who? "M-Miss. Zwingli? L-Liechtenstein sent you?" England could just hear the giddiness in the young man's voice.
"Yep! Damn, she's a cutie. You're a lucky guy to have captured her heart!" God, how did America have information on Switzerland's younger sister? And how did he even know Estonia would have a thing for her?
"C-captured her heart?"
"Oh yeah. England could just imagine the cheeky smile on America's face. "See, she knows how her brother is... so she wants to you go meet her now. There's a restaurant down the street she's waiting at."
"Ah. There was a flurry of a keyboard then a chair being pushed back suddenly. "Thank you!!"
England heard America's laughing as a chair squeaked with the sound of someone sitting down. "And how did you come up with that brilliant plan?" The green-eyed agent finally entered the room, meeting an amused looking America.
"Oh you know the CIA has access to all kinds of great info!"
"I guess so. Now get up, I need to use the computer." America stood, leaning on the side on the desk as he watched England hack into the computer's access codes.
"Okay here we go." England pulled out a small flash drive as the screen went black before various windows began popping up. "Damn. It seems a lot of these accounts go through some middleman in Belarus.... then access points in Latvia, Lithuania, Ukraine. There's even a few in Poland." He pulled the stick out, the computer flicking back to its original screen. "We need to take in Estonia... where was the restaurant you sent him to?"
"Oh I don't know, I was just making that all up!"
England growled in irritation. "You've got to be kidding. Fine, we'll just have to intercept him." England left America to follow after him.
"But we got the information."
"Yeah, but what good is it if we let Estonia stay here and keep feeding Russia?" They stepped into the elevator.
"But didn't France say-" America's question cut off as a barrage of bullets shot into the back of the elevator. "Holy shit!!"
"Fuck." England pressed his back against the side of the elevator, pressing the doors to close and take them back up. "Estonia must of figured it out you were shitting him."
"Well I didn't think he'd pick up so quickly..."
"You underestimate too much." The doors slid open slowly on the next floor up as England leaned forward, taking a clear shot of a guard coming down the hall. "Do you have your gun?" He asked walking into the hallway.
"I have my trusty Glock 17 right here!"
"Then fucking use it, unless you plan of getting shot." England ran down the hall, stopping at the balcony over looking the main lobby. "Four guards by the elevator. Two by the stairs. Three at the front door."
"And what's your brilliant plan, Mr. Bond?"
"Very funny." England looked over a little, noticing the flags and banners hanging off the sides. "We jump down."
"What?" But England was already handing off the side, standing on part of the molding and taking a hold of a Swizz flag. "Damn, this guy is even crazier than me." America looks out, noticing Estonia behind one of the main desks speaking with Switzerland. "Well, well~" He takes no more time, jumping down after England with ease and joining him behind a large water fountain.
"You go left. Estonia is over there. We need him at all costs. Don't let him out of your sight."
"I know." And England was already gone before four shots rang through the lobby and America cursed. He was so quick to shoot!
Taking out the guards back the elevator easily enough he moved under a desk, watching Estonia begin running towards some door he hadn't noticed before. "Shit." Sprinting across the lobby, he slides over the desk, barely missing the shots from the guards over at the stairs before America backs him up and takes him out.
"Careful!"
"Bloody hell, this door has a pass code!" Irritated, he kicks it, turning around to America. "Outside now, we're gonna trail him. You put the tracker on him, right?"
"Of course I did. Who do you think I am?"
"A useful idiot at least."
