He had made final preparations so that his face resembled the man's to the point where no one would see a difference if they were just casually looking. He put on a brown, flat hat, discarding the disguise he wore to the apartment into separate garbage cans throughout his trip back to the hotel. He looked at his watch; 10:40 PM now, he was ahead of his schedule. He made sure everything he needed was packed. America had everything he needed for the night in his red duffel bag, the rest of his belongings were already on his plane (he had dropped it off on his way to the apartment).
America sat out on the balcony once more, cigarette in hand. He let his mind organize itself as he thought once more over the schematics and order of things that would go down. He looked at the cobblestone street beneath him, the rain of the evening keeping everyone off the roads. He leaned against the cold, stone railing, tapping off the ashes at the end of his cigarette, watching the ashes disappear as they flew away.
America went back inside and reexamined his newly made face and hair. It may have looked like a waste of makeup and resources to put it on so early in the day but he wanted to make sure he knew the face, feel the face, became who he was trying to fake. It gave him a sense of security if he had experienced the persona just some before living it. He knew the basis persona of the man; a simpleton was what America saw.
He waited a few hours more until he went back inside the room where he pulled everything out of the red duffel bag and put them into little compartments of a black vest which he put on, the vest closing with Velcro so that it would lay flat. He put a brown shirt and jacket over it, readjusting everything to fit his persona. He left the hotel through the balcony so the old woman wouldn't spot him for she thought he had already left. The now empty red duffel bag hung around him. He jumped into the man's stolen car and drove to the tower, preparing for the night.
Getting in was easy, but getting rid of every single security camera and motion sensor under each piece of treasure of England was hard. Still, America managed with haste. Afterwards, he got to the locker, leaving the red duffel bag in it and putting on the uniform. He grabbed everything needed for protocol, his ID, gun, everything. He made his way up to the Jewel House where the soldiers now guarded the jewels.
England was there in the uniform just as France had said earlier, his face stern and sharp as he marched around the small perimeter of the tower around the jewels. There was another guard by the door on the lowest floor and then one patrolling the stairs that led to the room. The room itself had windows with bars over them even though they were much too small for any grown man to fit through. America continued protocol, not saying a word to England as he began marching around his assigned perimeter.
America reached into the vest under the uniform, grabbing a tiny gas mask that he held in his mouth. He began to strip and pull out what he needed, England turning the corner.
"What in the Queen's name are you doing?" He asked suspiciously, not knowing that the man was America.
But before any reaction could be made America threw a bunch of pellets onto the ground, their bodies breaking and filling the air with an incapacitating agent. England fell to his knees, his throat burning, trying to steady his gun at the guard, seeing triple.
"Sweet Dreams." America took his voice down an octave when he kicked England in the face, knocking him out completely.
Now it was a test of time. America stripped out of the uniform and pulled out a high powered laser the size of a pen, state of the art tech that only he had in the world. It cut a giant circle into the stone wall, its body falling inwards. America grabbed a tiny box from his vest which quickly inflated into a flexible, metal-like bag, something that had been apart of the military but could only be put into civilian hands through the black market. He filled it with jewelry, crown, sword, and even the first anointing spoon. He took a small grappling hook out of his largest vest pocket which had a coil of durable, magnetic, hooked line on it. He shot this hooked line to the neighboring building, the sirens going off in the tower. He grabbed the bag and put it on a metal zip-line hook which would be attracted to the other side of the line. The bag went racing off to the other side as America did the same.
He made it to the other side, pulling him up as well as the bag. He cut the wire that he used to grapple over knowing it would disintegrate in time, watching as the guards from the lower parts of the tower were running to the jewels. America smiled as he began to run across the building tops, the giant bag slung over his shoulder (he resembled Santa in a way), reaching where he had parked the man's car. He climbed down the buildings like a spider until he reached the ground where he jumped into the car, driving to the plane.
He left the car at the bottom of a lake, running the little rest he had to before reaching the small plane that had been put in the middle of an empty field, a place that very few knew about. Very few people knew America flew to his destinations on his own sometimes, but to him it was a convenience, not being barred by the schedules of anyone else.
It was a small, custom made plane; not a jet but rather one of those small, white planes equipped for one to two people. His boss hadn't bothered coming to England due to certain issues, so nothing was out of place. America thought again at the incredible luck that he had with this mission. No fuck ups, a perfect Plan B, and an easy escape. It almost seemed too easy.
He checked his radar and the flight patterns of all the other planes coming in and out, equipping his small plane's cloaking device which kept him off radar. He began his flight, the riches of England in the back. He snickered to himself as he began his way home; making sure that he had enough gas to get him home his last action in regards to this great feat.
(I DO NOT OWN HETALIA)
(Also I love y'all :D)