Title: Double Zeros (4/?)
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.
"Brrr!" America pulled his bomber jacket tighter around his dark blue suit. He was walking down some street in Belarus (He was letting England handle the boring stuff like the specifics) and it was freezing and he was wearing this stuffy suit that England had basically forced him to wear. It was just too exhausting arguing with that man. So as they had planned, they were now going to this ball where Russia was supposedly going to be; he could feel his blood go a little cold at the thought.
He guessed it probably would have been better had one of them been a women. Like in all those Bond movies that America thought England would fit perfectly in to a T, and one of them would walk in with some skimpy little red dress that showed off all the perfect curves of a women... not that he was particularly interested in that. He'd had his share of women in the past and they were great and all but there just wasn't that spark he wanted. He supposed he was a hopeless romantic deep at heart, and he probably wouldn't really be happy until he found that.
He wondered what England would look like in a dress. Wait, what? Why had he thought of something so odd and... wrong so suddenly? He gave the British man a sideways glance. Yep, England defiantly should stay wearing men's clothing only. Maybe it was the cold getting to his head that he was thinking strangely all the sudden.
"So, who is who's date here tonight? Do I have to like carry your gun for you or something?" Hell he might as play up with his weird thought in his head, otherwise he'd start laughing suddenly to himself.
"D-date?" England flushed angerly and a little embarrassed as well. "N-no one is going to be anyone's bloody date!" He spat, pulling a gloved had out of his pocket to wave it around dramatically. "Damn it, do you not listen to anything I tell you? We're business partners to a British based pharmaceutical company that deals with medical treatment in the British and American militaries. Got it? Busi-ness. Part-ners."
"I got it, I got it." America waved his hands in front of him, giving England a little sigh. "I was just joking with you. No need to get all flustered. Unless you wanted to be the women...?"
"Oh shut it, will you?!"
After having their coats so nicely hung for them, ear piece and microphones on place on each of their persons, America and England split quickly to look over the large ballroom.
"I've spotted Switzerland." England voice hummed in his ear within moments.
"Oh~? Does he have a cute blond beside him?"
"Cute- ... America please, this is not time for you to be checking out women." England's voice rang with mild irritation.
"No, no. Does he have some petite blond girl with him?"
England went silent for a moment. "Yes, she looks no older than 15 or 16."
"That's his little sister. Liechtenstein." America's voice sounded a slightly amused, knowing something that England was uninformed about.
"Well that's nice to know." That was completely irrelevant information to their eventual arrest of Russia.
"Might come in handy~"
"Whatever. Have you spotted anyone else?"
"No, the drinks here are good though."
"America, damn it! We don't have time for that."
"It's a good cosmopolitan. Kinda girly though..."
"Ugh you are- wait." There was some shuffling as it sounded like England was pushing through the crowd. "Damn it. Switzerland, he should be coming over somewhere near you. I can't believe I lost him..."
"Oh yeah, I see 'em." America chuckled a little. England was always so, particular. He needed to relax a little or he was going to have a heart attack before he was thirty.
"Good."
"Ah, England you really should come over here and..." America's voice cut off suddenly and England thought for a moment his ear piece had died.
"America? .... Hello?"
America was standing right where he had been only a moment ago and England's voice was nagging in his ear just clear and fine, but he seemed unable to find his voice at the moment. Cause right then just as England had said, Switzerland walked right into his field of view. Then like some act of God, the crowd parted so nicely and suddenly, America himself couldn't have planned it better.
"America! Are you listening to me??"
He watched the Swiss man stop quickly, putting out his hand to a much taller individual. An all too familiar individual that was dressed somewhat unfitting with an expensive tan suit and a long scarf wrapped around his thick neck. America probably would have laughed at the thought of England's reaction to such "poor fashion sense" as he called it, but he was too preoccupied with finding his breath that had gone a little short.
"Damn it America, fucking answer me. Do you see Switzerland? What about Russia?"
Damn it, where had the oxygen in his lungs gone? Why was he thinking about that now of all times? The snow had been so red and it had been freezing that night but he just remembered the anger he had felt right at that moment. He wondered if Russia even remembered and who he had murdered so heartlessly.
"America!" The sudden hand on his shoulder was like a kick to the stomach when he breathed in suddenly, his palms sweaty and looking a little flushed. "Damn it man, couldn't you hear me? And what is wrong with you? Are you over here on the piss?"
"Ah... uh?"
"Damn it, getting drunk you twat."
"N-no. I'm not... drunk." He swallowed hard, running a hand over his face. "I'm just fine." He pushed his glasses back up, pulling the piece out of his ear. "Guess it's time to go over there and talk... uh?" His voice a little strained.
"Yeah..." England gave him an odd look. America looked like he'd just seen a ghost or something and it was off putting. He fixed his jacket, deciding to take a quick drink of whatever was sitting out on the bar. It tasted like piss. "Let's go. Remember the plan."
"Yeah... I remember it just fine." He spoke slowly, his eyes never leaving that not so innocent smile playing across Russia's face.
