She's BACK! Yes ladies and gentlemen, I'm back with a brand new chapter. I have to say that, so far, this one is my favorite, I had quite some fun writing it. I hope you guys have fun reading it too. Thanks for all the reviews and everything! But lets not keep you waiting, so on with the story!

A meeting...

Life within the office had been pretty calm lately. There was nothing to do, no calls from slightly panicking people saying they had seen something, no alarm resounding through the building and warning them that danger was up ahead. Nothing.

It was pretty boring.

"I'm bored!" exclaimed the young teenager, dramatically flinging his whole body over his desk, throwing papers to the floor. "There's nothing to do, we haven't been on a hunt for months now and I think I'm going insane!"

"Alfred," another voice rose beside him. Raising his head slightly, the whining teenager turned towards the person who had called him. Tall and muscular, with blond hair lighter than his own pushed back, giving him a more intimidating air, the other teenager watched the paper that now decorated the floor with clear distaste. "Shut up."

Seeing the glare he was receiving, Alfred decided internally that he could defy his superior some other time (like, when he wouldn't die some painful, un-heroic death) to show just who was the hero here. "Whatever," he muttered, trying not to look into the eyes that were still glaring at him.

"Hola!" another voice joined them, soon followed by its owner. "I brought more paperwork?"

Hearing this, Alfred turned dangerously white. He looked at the mountain of paper that approached him, comparing it to the monster he was sure hid himself below his bed. When the paperwork was placed on his desk, he almost fainted. "El capitán said that this had to be done by the end of next week. He also asked for the papers that had to be signed and filed today." A head poked from behind the stack of papers, revealing a young and handsome face. Slightly curly, brown hair and shining green eyes, it could be no other than Antonio Fernandez Carreido, the Spanish kid of their team.

"Oh yeah, the paperwork," Alfred murmured, just now remembering that he had another stack of papers (although it was slightly smaller than the new one) to finish for today. He could feel Ludwig's glare intensify, having already understood the situation.

"The paperwork is done, isn't it Alfred?" he said through gritted teeth, already knowing the answer.

"Uhm, well... You see..." inside, Alfred was panicking. God, what was he supposed to say? He couldn't tell him that, instead of working on the paperwork like he sould have been doing, he had wasted most of the time playing with his computer, going into online games and being a general hero in the digital world. He had been one of the first to reach level fifty, and he was determinated to reach level hundred, becoming the first one to have ever reached it. He believed that that justified everything, but he didn't think Ludwig was cool enough to understand.

Ludwig's glare got harsher as his question wasn't answered. "Alfred," oh God, that voice! The mentioned teenager started hyperventilating. He was so sure he was going to die right now, and he hadn't reached the title of General yet, or even hunted single-handedly a Hybrid! He briefly considered the possibility of begging for forgiveness, but he had the feeling the light-blond wouldn't be merciful this time, especially after the prank he pulled last week. How was he to know that Ludwig happened to be in the shower when he created a false alarm? Heck, he had never considered the other man to wear a flashy pink shower hat (never mind the fact that he had to wear it because Alfred had sort of taken his see-through one and replaced with the other) and the matching bathrobe Gilbert had given him last Christmas, that wasn't tied up like it should have been.

God, he still had nightmares about that, and he was pretty much convinced that Gilbert visited a therapist for this particular problem. Maybe he should get one too?

Pondering over these thoughts, Alfred kind of forgot the reason behind them. He didn't notice the twitching blond beside him, who was clearly trying not to do anything drastic, and the forever blissfully oblivious Antonio just kept on smiling, failing to see the tension between his two co-workers, simply waiting for either of them to give him the paperwork.

This scene could have continued for some time, had there not being another interruption.

"The awsome me is here!" shouted a slightly older man as he opened the door in a cassic, theatrical move. The new comer had a wicked smile on his lips, arms wide open over his head, expecting an applause after his amazing entrance. Receiving none, he dropped his arms back down, pouting. "What's with this welcome? The awesome me deserves more than that! You should be thankful that I'm even thinking about hanging out with you losers."

"But Gilbert," the ever-smiling Antonio said. "You don't have anybody else to hang out with."

Wincing slightly, the albino wasn't deterred. "Sure I have other people to hang out with! People who are much more cooler than you guys and who actually appreciate my awesome."

Alfred for his part, snorted. "Sure, as if anybody thinks you are awesome. If there's anybody awesome around here, that'll be me. After all, I am the hero!"

Ludwig, who had long since given up on his older brother and was seriously thinking on giving up on the rest of his team as well, sighed. He could feel a headache forming inside his head. God, he need something, and quick.

As he was just walking away from the two idiots who where fighting about who was more awesome and away from the smiling Antonio, who looked quite amused by the fight going on, a metallic voice broke the atmosphere. "Could agents Beilschmidt, Beilschmidt, Carreido and Jones please head up towards Captain Beilschmidt's office? He wishes to talk with you."

All of them fell silent for a few seconds, before both Gilbert and Alfred met each others eyes. Ruby red clashed with sky blue, and before anybody knew it they were both rushing down the hallways towards their teacher within the SA. Blinking slightly, both Antonio and Ludwig turned towards each other, one smiling and the other sighting before they too made their way towards Hans Beilschmidt's office.

Gilbert and Alfred, on the other hand, were out to break a new record. They both ran as if their lives depended on it, keeping a close eyes on their adversary. The people who were simply walking within their improvised track had different reactions. Some jumped out of the way, knowing how dangerous it was to place themselves in front of those men when they were in the middle of a competition; others, who hadn't been able to move fast enough, simply threw themselves to the floor, becoming a slight obstacle that the SA trainers jumped over easily. Things such at that happened way too many times within the office for anyone to be seriously shocked. Except maybe the newbies, but they learnt how to cope fast enough.

When their goal was within sight, both of them ran faster. Rushing towards the door, both threw themselves towards the door, which opened instantly, recognizing them. Both toppled through the door, falling to the floor in a mess of arms and legs. The person within the room didn't even bother rising his head.

Leaning over his desk, the man looked over some papers, turning his head towards his computer from time to time. While Gilbert and Alfred made themselves presetanble, the long haired man rose his head slightly, looking towards Ludwig and Antonio, who had just arrived. Cool blue eyes regarded each of them, taking in Ludwig's defeated posture, Antonio's annoying smile, Gilbert's 'cooler than you' attitude and Alfred's slouching position. Closing his eyes, the person sighed, motioning them forwards with his hand.

Approaching, the four-man squad stood in front of their leader and teacher, attempting to look professional. Whether or not they were able to, they didn't know, but Ludwig definitely looked the most professional out of them all. They waited for their leader to talk, and when he didn't for the next seconds, both Alfred and Gilbert strated twitching. This earned them a glare from their blond co-worker, while Antonio looked on, his mind somewhere else.

Feeling that the peace within his office wouldn't last long, Hans Beilschmidt opened his eyes. "I called for you," he started, leaning forwards and crossing his hands in front of him, "for a simple reason: you will get your first mission without me as your leader."

The reactions this statement gained varied. Antonio kept on smiling, as if this didn't surprise him, Ludwig straightened himself, sensing the importance of this and the other two...

They started jumping as if he had just told them Christmas would be celebrated every day and handed over the present they had desired for quite some time now.

Sighing once again, Hans looked ready to shoot himself... or maybe somebody within the vicinity.

"Your mission is a simple reconnaissance mission. We have reasons to believe that the forest nearby has been taken by some Hybrids. Some camper insisted that they had seen something. You will meet him at the forest, and from there he will take you towards the place he believes he saw one of them. From there, I want you to search for any proof of there being any unwanted visitors. Remember, this mission is a reconnaissance one. That means, no violence nor attacks unless you are attacked." As he said this, both his eyes turned towards the albino and the dirty blond that formed half of his team.

"Oh come on! It only happened one time," Gilbert crossed his arms in defense. "And it's not like I killed them or anything."

"You hurt a civilian, agent Beilschmidt."

"That bastard had it coming. He shouldn't have questioned my awesome."

"That's not a reason to fire Beilschmidt." One could tell by the sigh that left Hans' lips that they had had this conversetion one too many times. "In any case, there should be no attacks. Ludwig will be the leader for this mission." Rising his hand when he saw Alfred's mouth opening, he said, "That's final. Please head over towards the Weapons Room, where you will be equipped accordingly."

Recogizing a dismissal when he saw one, Ludwig saluted and turned around, followed closely by the rest of his team.

The Weapons Room was located on the underground floors. Kept under high security, with bodyguards, eye scanners, digital imprints, a voice detector and all the kind of things that are seen on the movies, the room held thousands of different weapons (ranking from your standard gun to a small bomb powerful enough to take out a medium sized city) and equipement needed for the men and women of the Specialized Army. It was there were all of the functional weapons created in the Laboratory a floor below were found.

When they arrived they were quickly ushered towards the dressing room, where they were handed over their outfits and all the things they needed for their mission. Like always, evolution had brought along new types of things, this being specially true in the science domain. Medicine had vastly progressed and with it so had the creation of new weapons, like it always happened in times of fear and danger. It was only logical for them to have the sort of things that had once only existed in science-fiction.

The standard uniform, the one usually worn in the 'simple' missions such reconnaissance ones, was simple. It consisted of a one piece suit, like the ones professional bikers and such wore, but with some extra things, like regulation of the owner's body heat, adaptation to the foliage (changing to basic colors like green and brown to white if needed), and the synthetic material it was made of being flexible and bulletproof. There was a belt fastened around the hip, which gave easy access to the small pockets that held small pills that were used to give the agent energy containing proteins and glucides created on the Laboratory, along with a few smoke bombs to confound the enemy. There was a gun holster on one side (depending if the person was left or right handed), normally holding the standard gun. It was simple, black and easy to handle and carry. The gun used paralyzing darts, that when getting in contact with something, they would send a powerful electrical shock. Not enough to kill, but enough to stop the enemy. Daggers, knifes and any other weapon of the sort were out of sight, hidden some place in their outfit.

The finishing touches, were the two things all agents must have at all times. One was their bracelet, that was sort of like a portable and discreet computer, enabling a constant communication with all members, a digital tri-dimesional map of the world and of any place they could be, along with a tracking device, so that others could know their location in case they were utterly lost or kidnapped. The other, had been inspired by a popular manga back in the day, where some of the characters had what they called scouters. The scouter their scientists had created was basically like a pair of glasses, unlike those of the manga, that were used over one eye. Worn like every other glasses, this ones had night-vision, heat and movement detectors, scanners and many other things that one saw and read in spy-themed works.

Once they were ready for the mission, they headed out. In front of their quarters was waiting for them a nice, just-out-in-the-market car. Friendly to the environment, the cars used by the SA were the kind of cars fanatics dreamt to drive once in their life. This one was sleek and black, just big enough for the four of them. After a small debate between them (notably between Alfred and Gilbert) it was voted that Ludwig would be the one to drive. First of all, because he was probably the only one who had gotten their license without needing to pass the test three times and coercing their examiner, and second of all, because he was probably the only one who knew what 'speed limits' and 'safe driving' meant.

When they arrived their destination (after a few attempts of mutiny from both Alfred and Gilbert) they met their guide. He was waiting them at the outskirts of the forest, holding a very dangerous gun on his hand. In fact, some started wondering if he even had the right to own a gun like that one. He presented himself as Vash Zwingli, he had short blond hair in a bob cut, green eyes and a volatile temper, fact proven by the bullet that missed Gilbert's face by a centimeter, after the albino had made a move on the guy.

Vash quickly lead them to the place where he had seen the Hybrid, very clearly stating the fact that he wanted to stay as far away as possible from those idiots. Especially the albino one. As he went he recounted them the events. He explained that he had gone out for a picnic with his sister, and while they had been eating the Hybrid had approached them.

"He was a male. Kind of short, with dark brown hair and eyes. Had a weird curl that whent like this," he made a motion with his hand. "On the... left side of his face I think. He was part wolf or dog from what I could tell from his ears, and didn't look very offensive or dangerous. In fact, as soon as he saw my gun, he ran as far away as he could from me."

By then they had arrived at their destination. It wasn't a very big clearing, but seemed quite small and privet, the perfect place for some solitude. It wasn't too far into the forest, and after thanking Vash, the short blond left, not before another attempt for Gilbert's life, who had asked for his personal number.

"Alright," Ludwig turned towards his team. He was getting a little bit too used on people trying to kill his brother. Maybe he should worry? "Turn on your scouters and separate. If anybody sees anything, remember not to do anything rash (at this he turned towards the two memebers of his team he was sure wouldn't listen). We are here to observe. If you are attacked, then you can retaliate but only if that's the case. Call for backup if it's needed, or contact any of us if you see anything." He eyed every member of his team warily; worried that somebody would do something stupid. Which considering who he had on his team, wasn't an irrational worry.

"If this mission fails, I remind you that we will be forced to continue going on missions with Hans. If that's the case, we will have to wait for another year before we can try another mission like this one. Don't do anything stupid." Letting out another sigh, he ordered everyone to scatter and scout for anything of importance.

They each took different routes, promising to return in four hours in the small clearing. Alfred for his part, went to the right, taking his gun out of its holster. He knew he didn't need it, for normally he was here to observe, but one could never be too sure (he didn't want to admit that he did that because it made him feel cooler). He had been able to join the SA fresh out of middle school, and had then gone through a three-year training under the watchful eyes of his hero, Hans. He had done his best at everything, but had yet to fight against a real, in the wild Hybrid. He had spars against a few of them, trained to fight, but he had yet to fight in a match were nobody would blow a whistle to stop it before it got too dangerous. His missions normally consisted on following Hans and learning from what he did, obeying every one of his orders, which was kind of boring because Hans was more of a behind-the-scenes kind of guy and never took real action, but he gave out orders and created strategies.

And the paperwork! Ever since the sightings of Hybrids had slowed down (which happened around this time of the year, for some reason), they had received nothing but paperwork. He had already gone through two months of torture, even if he never really did his job and it was always up to Ludwig and Antonio to do it, because Gilbert couldn't be trusted on any sort of responsibility.

Walking carefully through the forest floor, Alfred kept an eye and ear out for anything unusual. He had to keep himself especially silent, something that was quite hard to do because even his slightest of footsteps made a little bit of sound, even if it could be hidden behind the sounds of the local fauna and the rustle of leaves, but any Hybrid who respected themselves would be able to catch it easily. It took all his self control not to start humming a song or making just a little bit of noise to calm his nerves. He missed the noises of the city, the constant car that zoomed by, the sound of people walking outside, talking, laughing and simply making as much noise as possible. He didn't like the calmness that reigned over the forest. It made him uneasy and on edge.

Hearing something not too far away from him, the dirty blond strained his ear to listen. He caught the sound of a waterfall and he decided to check it out. From what he had seen on the tri-dimensional map his bracelet furnished, the waterfall lead to a decent sized stream, the only source of water ther was in miles. Considering it a good placed to check out (because Hybrids, just like any living being, needed water to survive) Alfred made his way towards the stream. Maybe, if he was lucky, a Hybrid would already be there.

And lucky he was.

When he approached the waterfall, his scouter caught movements that weren't normal. Keeping himself silent, he could feel his heart trying to escape his ribcage. He couldn't get ahead of himself, maybe it was just an animal, or simply there was a malfunction on his scouter or maybe...

Or maybe it really was a Hybrid.

Finding a bush big enough for him to hide on, Alfred crouched down, studying the Hybrid in front of him. He was quite sure it was a male, even if he was quite slim and small for a guy. Definitely wasn't the one Vash had seen, because this one, from what he could tell, was blond and had rabbit ears on top of his head. He couldn't really tell, but he was sure the other was younger than him, for he was just starting to show signs of puberty. Maybe thirteen, and that was him being generous.

The Hybrid was washing himself, dunking his head on the water to wash his hair and ears, and had quite obviously not sensed the intruder to his privacy. Alfred watched attentively, curiously noting that without the ears (and the tail, but he couldn't really see it for it was underwater) one could almost say that the other blond was like anybody else. He acted human enough, at least.

Thinking up a plan, Alfred weighed his options. On one hand, he could do what he was told to do, observe, register and later call his team members when the danger of being caught had passed. On the other hand, he could catch the young Hybrid on his own, take him to the headquarters for interrogation and become the hero. That would surely show Gilbert just who was more awesome between the two of them.

Smiling to himself, the sixteen year-old knew what was the best action to take. Bring up his gun to fire, he forgot the first rule to be respected on missions. Always be aware of your surroundings.

Getting his gun ready to fire, Alfred didn't hear the sound of leaves being stepped on until it was too late. When he realized somebody was behind him, he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head, and right before he blacked out the Hybrid he had been watching turned completely around to face him.

The last thing he saw were beautiful green irises under a pair of bushy eyebrows.

So, did you guys guess who was taking a shower on the stream? I bet you did. Who was it that Vash saw in the forest? I bet you know that too. I was wondering, should I make this a PrussiaxSwitzerland pairing? Or maybe something else? I'm quite open for anything, heck you can even ask me to put him with China for all I care, as long as my Iggy, my Feli and my Lovi are with those they are meant to be with (America, Germany and Spain, becuase they are soooooo cute together).

Hand over any ideas you may have, I'll see what I can do with them.