Chapter tre!

"Alexis."
A finger poking her shoulder accompanied a husky whisper in the darkness as Alexis jolted awake.
"Alex."
A twinge of annoyance crossed her brow. She loathed that nickname. Especially in the wee hours of the morning.
"Al!"
Finally Alexis flipped over, snapping to the voice across the room. "What? What could you possibly want at the crack of dawn?" She hissed, propping herself up on her elbows. "To get out of here," Mila pouted. "And? Do you think I have any idea how?" The brunette girl scowled. She could practically see the sarcasm coating Alexis' words. "Well, I figured that much." She rolled her eyes. "I just figured you might like to know that I do."

"...what?"

"You heard me. I'm getting us out of here. And all with one simple contraption." Mila announced, a grin crossing her face. She produced a tiny glinting piece of metal from her pocket, holding it out for Alexis to see. "A... Paper clip. You don't honestly think you can..." Alexis started, trailing off a moment later. "Alright, you got me. Try it."

Mila bent the clip, creating a small hoop at the end of it. Slowly she inserted it into the keyhole, praying to god it would work. Some deity must have answered her prayer halfway, because at that moment she heard the click of a lock. "Yes!" She cheered quietly. Her happiness turned to horror as an alarm began to ring, echoing throughout the room. "Shit the bed, they're gonna find us!" Mila groaned, panic growing inside the pit of her stomach. Quickly she stepped out and picked the lock on Alexis' cell, sprinting towards the door and pulling it open. "We need be fast, and stealthy," Alexis whispered, her eyes darting around the hall in the darkness. "Let's go, then," Mila hissed back, bounding through the door and through the halls. Finally the two came to a stop beside an open doorway, pressing themselves against the wall and going silent. They could hear a melodic voice speaking quietly from the inside, and they looked to each other quizically before whispering in unison. "France," they said together, each staring wide-eyed at the other. "This can go one of two ways," Alexis hissed. "We either book it, or get caught and raped. The latter would not be preferable." Mila nodded, then froze as she accidentally elbowed the wall.

To their horror, an accented voice called out, "Hmm? What was that?"

"...Aw, hell," Mila whispered, staring over Alexis' shoulder, a strange expression on her face. A mix of amusement and terror. Something silky tickled Alexis' cheek, and slowly she turned to see France's curious blue eyes staring at her. He gave a smirk. "Oho, the little rascals have escaped!" He exclaimed, latching a hand onto Alexis' wrist. "Freaking run!" She screamed, wrenching her arm away and grabbing Mila's as she shot down the hall.

The two rounded (or, more like crashed into) the corner, and Mila took the doorknob of the first door she saw, closing it behind her as she dragged the two inside. They held their breath as they heard feet patter past the door, alone with choice curses in French. Alexis breathed A sigh of relief, wheezing as she leaned on her knees. "That... Was... Close..." She panted, looking up at Mila, who nodded assent.

"Chi è lì?" They heard from the left, and a turn revealed Italy sitting up in his bed, staring at the duo in confusion. "Oh, no," Alexis moaned as Mila shot forward, jumping onto the bed and pressing a hand over Italy's mouth, throwing her leg to the side as she sat down on his chest, leaning her face into his. "Don't say a word about us running in here, please, Feliciano," she begged, as Alexis turned to a window and tried to open it. "Locked," she called in a stage whisper to Mila, shooting her a look of disapproval."Aw, man, okay..." The girl took her hand away from the Italian boy's mouth, and strode to the window, picking up a nearby lamp and stepping back. She launched it, and Alexis gave a groan as the glass shattered. The two looked back to a silent, starstruck-looking Italy as he stared at the broken window. "Thank you," Alexis whispered, giving a small wave and dropping out of the window after Mila.

"I still can't believe we got out of there."

"I still can't believe you nearly got groped by France," Mila grinned to Alexis, receiving a hard punch in the arm in reply. "Oow, okay, alright... So, that bridge has been crossed... Now what do we do?" Mila's words hung in the air for a moment as Alexis turned back to her, sucking in a deep breath.

"Oh, I don't know, Mila! Here we are, stuck in the middle of god-knows-where, me bleeding severely from your stupid broken glass and you, limping because you landed the wrong way jumping out of a window! To top that off, we're probably the most wanted people in the world along with Edward freaking Snowden, if we get caught we'll get sent right to a firing squad because of crimes we haven't even committed, and our favorite nations hate our guts! I don't know what to do, Mila! Use your brain for once and you think of what to do!" She finished, huffing and trudging off in front of her best friend, leaving her in a state of shock.

"Alexis," she said quietly, limping toward the girl and taking her arm. The green-eyed teen shook her off, turning to her and crossing her arms. "Alexis, I know, these are extremely hard times at the moment. I mean, we're accused of some pretty bad stuff. Bombing Moscow is the one I'm the most scared of..." She shivered. "All I see when I close my eyes is that friggin' faucet. But I promise you from this point forward im gonna try my hardest to help the both of us, and I'm going to have your back. The only thing I need right now is to know if you have mine." She finished, looking at the girl in despair. Alexis pondered it a moment, then held out her hand with a sigh. "It's fine, I do. I'm sorry for snapping like that."

Immediately Mila hugged her with a smile, then turned, glancing around the large field they stood in. "Let's go to those woods over there," she said, pouting to the distance. "Settle down for the night. Trees should give us cover." Alexis nodded, and the two began to trek down the pasture towards the patch of wood, tired, weary, and filled with hope that something would turn out right for once.

"Mila!" A hand shook the girl violently from her bed of leaves, jolting her awake. "'Re they here?" She mumbled, siting up and rubbing her eyes. "No, no, it's something much better!" Something hard landed in her lap and she looked down to see...

A backpack.

It was a large one, at that. Heavy-duty black material along with thick zippers covered the outside, and they might as well have struck a gold mine as to what was on the inside. Two boxes of hair dye, countless articles of clothing and pairs of shoes, and two packages of colored contacts along with packages of makeup. "Oh my god," Mila said breathlessly. "Where did you get this?" She quipped, looking confusedly at Alexis. The girl held up her hands. "I didn't!" She cried out. "I don't know where it came from but I know there's something from the pack that will really help us!" She held up two small plastic cards, passing them over.

They were sleek and dark, showing pictures of the two with dye hair and different eye colors, along with a silver badge on their shirts. "Bureau of International Affairs," Mila read off. "Anya Jameson and Cahaya Wilton. Twenty-one and twenty years old." She looked up to see Alexis giving her a coy smile, holding up a box of dark red hair color. "Your turn first," she sang out, pulling out clothes and shoes and pulling Mila to sit in front of her. "Oh lord..." She groaned.

And so began their transformation from escapee to federal agent.