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.
It had taken them, true to form, only a few minutes (thanks to the tracking devise and America's brilliant plan of hijacking a near by motorcycle) to find themselves in some back ally with Estonia slouched on the ground and shivering.
"I-I don't know what you want!" The young man's glasses were cracked and half-hanging off his nose.
"Tell us where Russia is." England held his gun calmly against Estonia's forehead, voice cold.
"Hey... England..." America didn't really like interrogating people like this, it was a little cruel for a self-proclaimed hero such as himself.
"I don't know!"
"Don't give me that shit!" The Englishman pressed the barrel closer. "You're working for Russia, sending him millions of dollars each month, weeks, fuck, even days at a time! Now where is he."
Estonia's eyes went a little wide then he blinked, looking at England then at America as if he would have some kind of hope. "My brothers they... I don't know anything about Russia... I just, do as I'm ordered..."
"England he-"
"Shut up!" The shorter man snapped, hitting Estonia with the gun just enough to create a gash in the side of his head. "We know you work closely with Russia... he trusts you with his money... no man does that with someone that don't hold close."
"Please, you can't. If Belarus comes-!"
"Belarus...?" England raised a thick eyebrow, giving America a sideways glance. "Who is Belarus?"
"England, come on. We aren't gonna get anything out of him like this... he's scared shitless for some reason. Probably from all your screaming." America sighed, pulling England's hand away from Estonia's head. "We'll drop him off with the police here, my people will intercept him for further interrogation."
"You can't leave me now!" Estonia pleaded, and England sighed with a roll of his eyes.
"Fine, we'll do it your way."
"Thank you." America gave him a soft smile that took England back for a second. Really this American could be much too kind for his own good, England wasn't used to it. "Now, up you go." America pulled the boy up to his feet as England made a quick call on his cellphone.
"They'll be here in less than a minute."
"Good." America patted Estonia on the back, pulling his broken glasses off his face and slipped him into the boy's shirt pocket. "And sorry about lying to you earlier kid. Work is work."
Estonia remand silent as they waited for the police to arrive, shaking a little as America begin pushing him into the back of the car. "I'm no more use to him now! I didn't want to die!"
"Just settle down." America tried to give him a reassuring pat. "You just have to cooperate and you'll be fine."
"I won't make it out of Switzerland now!" But the police officer closed the door then, cutting off and further conversation between the two, leaving the two agents alone on the sidewalk.
"Why was he so distressed..?" America frowned, unhappy as he looked down the empty street.
"They're always like that when we catch them. Don't worry about it." England turned, hands pushed into his pants as he began walking back towards his car.
"It was something more than that, England." America jogged up next to his fellow agent, his own hands stuffed into his brown jacket.
"You're worrying too much." He held up the flash drive between his fingers. "We got what we needed and Estonia is alive, there's nothing else to worry about."
The tall blond bit the inside of his mouth, thinking. Maybe he was thinking too much. "Yeah, you're right!" He gave England another one of his bright smiles and the British agent quickly looked away.
"Then let's just get back to meet up with France. Hopefully your CIA will have gotten something useful out of Estonia by then."
France didn't look the happiest when England and America entered his office, and even more displeased when England tossed the drive with account numbers on his desk.
"I told you. Do not kill Estonia." His mouth was stuck in a straight line, leaning back in his chair.
"I didn't." England replied coolly, confused by France's sour attitude. "I got your fucking account numbers just like you asked."
"Then why, pray-tell, did I just get a call from the CIA saying that Estonia and two police men were found dead in Switzerland just last night?"
"What?" America stepped forward quickly. "How did... how did he die?"
"Well from this fabulous picture." He slid a glossy photograph across his desk. "It seems his neck was sliced open."
"That wasn't us!" America threw his hands up in the air.
France sighed, tapping his finger on the table, picking up the flash drive. "As I thought, all these accounts have already been emptied completely and frozen. Russia seems to be one step ahead of us... and now our lead is dead."
"It's not our fault, we just carried out the mission."
The long hair man sighed, picking up his glass of wine as he thought. "Our best bet is follow after Switzerland. If these accounts have been frozen already, the chances are Estonia wasn't working alone."
"Estonia, he said something about Belarus. Do we know who that is?" America asked lowly.
"Belarus..."
"Belarus was a central trading point for all these accounts." England spoke suddenly, remembering what he had said earlier.
"That's right! ... All of those accounts transferred its money some place there before making its way into Russia."
France turned in his chair, typing quickly. "This week, there's a charity ball being held in Belarus. It's back sponsor is Podsolnechnik."
"Russia's company." England picked up the photograph on the table, giving France another look. "You think Russia will be there."
"The chances are high and its the only lead we have."
"All right, we'll go."
"Good, because your flight leaves tomorrow morning and I've already arranged both of you into the party."
"Wow, already?" America rocked forward on his feet. Things in Europe really did move at a different pace.
"Yes. Now if you both don't mind, I have a date I'm going to be late for."
"Yes, of course." England scoffed, rolling his eyes as the three said their goodbyes.
"England."
"What is it?" The British man asked calmly as they walked down the hallway, their shoes making the only other sound as they walked.
"Do you know what podsolnechnik means?"
"If I remember..." He thought for a second, Russian wasn't his best language.
"It means, sunflower." America piped in quickly, but it wasn't all that cheerful.
"You know Russian?"
"I know enough."
"Huh, I never would have guessed you'd know more than your American English."
"There's a lot you don't know!" It came out a little light as he pulled his hands behind his head.
"Hm, I suppose you're right." England pressed the button to the elevator as they stopped.
"Can I ask you something, England?"
"Sure, why not?" He guessed that America would probably ask him either way if he wanted or not.
"What's your real name?"
He stood there for a second, silent. No one had ever asked him what it was, especially not some temporary partner. And what good would it be to know something so personal? England didn't like personal. "Why would you need to know something like that?"
"I was just curious. I'll tell you mine first, if you want."
"No. That's personal and to be kept to yourself."
"Yeah but..." America sounded a little dejected as they moved into the elevator. "I mean we're partners!"
"All the more reason to not make it personal." He pushed the button to the bottom floor, crossing his arms as the other man stood beside him, having lost the conversation.
"Ah, yeah... you're right." Why did England's coldness bother him so much? He was just trying to be friendly. But now, he was set on having England tell him his real name if it killed him. There was a wall there England had skillfully built up, and America wasn't about to be left out in the cold.
