Chapter 2

Oh, damn it. DAMN IT!!! What the hell is this stupid teenager doing here?! He looked like he's barely twenty years old! His eyes, the brightest blue eyes I've ever seen, were wide with surprise, and his mouth was slightly agape. His cheeks were still slightly chubby, like a teenager's and it's accentuated with a pinkish blush.

I shook my head, remembering my mission. My teammates were trapped inside this damn building, and it's my job to get all of them out safely in one piece.

I slipped one of my instruments through the narrow gap on the window frame. Then, I gouged it open quickly.

Meanwhile, the blue-eyed boy was still standing agape like a moron. I pushed the window silently and jumped inside, and then I removed the clasps of the ropes from my belt. The ropes rolled back upwards, pulled by Kiku.

I really don't want to hurt the boy. His eyes were huge and his mouth was agape; he looked like an innocent little child who accidentally met a fairy or some kind of magical creature, only to find out that it was actually a beast. While he's still confused, I swung my leg swiftly and kicked his stomach, just hard enough to make him pass out.

The boy, startled by my attack, collapsed on the floor. His blue eyes were still wide open, filled with disbelief. I regretted what I did to him, but I've got a job to be done.

I darted through the door, when suddenly I lost my balance and crashed onto the floor. What the bloody hell…?

"That was… For your… kick…" the boy whispered with difficulty, yet his eyes shone brightly, his lips curved into a mischievous smile. He was lying on the floor, panting heavily, clearly in pain because of my kick. His right hand, I noticed, were wrapped around my left ankle.

I scowled, because his stupid smile actually intrigued me slightly. I yanked my feet, hard. Yet, the boy didn't let go, his grip not even loosening. I sighed heavily, and turned my head towards the boy.

"This is your last chance," I warned the boy, smirking slightly. "Don't blame me after this."

The boy's smile didn't falter, his grip grew tighter. "A hero can't let a bad guy get away!!" he whispered, his voice stronger than before.

I smirked wider. Hero…? Gosh, kids these days. "Well, suit yourself," I told him.

Then, I launched my hardest kick to his face, successfully cracking his glasses. Blood spurted from his nose, and tiny pieces of glass burst from his glasses.

"OW!!!" The boy screamed in pain, releasing his grip immediately. He held his nose gingerly, blood dripping everywhere.

I stood up swiftly, and I ran into the empty corridor outside, careful to not make any unnecessary sound. I ran to the end of the corridor, and I reached for my walkie-talkie.

"Vash, Gilbert!!! Where are you guys?!" I whispered furiously into my talkie.

"We're down in the third floor. The police had successfully been led into a false track, and me and Vash had managed to disguise ourselves," Gilbert's voice issued from the talkie.

"Good, then stay alert. I'm off to get the documents," I whispered back while running down the stairs and darted through the empty corridors. The polices must've gone to the lower story to catch Gilbert and Vash. Finally, I arrived in front of a simple wooden door, painted dull gray with a wooden sign 'Private' on hung in front of it. This must be the room.

I fumbled with one of the map Austria gave me earlier, checking my route. Yep, this is the place.

Once again, I slipped one of my handy lock-opener into the key-hole. I turned it around for a while, and finally the lock clicked and gave away. I turned the handle and opened the door quickly and I slipped inside, closing the door quietly behind me.

I turned to face a big safety vault. I examined it the door carefully, and I found a keypad where I should enter the password.

"Kiku," I called into another walkie-talkie I've brought. "I've found the vault here. It got some sort of lock here, I bet it's computerized."

"Bingo," Kiku's smug voice issued from the talkie in my hand. Sounds of Kiku's fingers hitting the keyboard swiftly issued, followed by his voice. "I've cracked it. It should be opened."

As if on cue, the door swung open, revealing stacks of documents.

"Kiku?" I whispered into my talkie. "Which one is it?"

"Row number fifteen, number five," Kiku answered. "The title is 'Alliances'. That's the one Ukraine-san requested."

Immediately, I rummaged carefully through the overloaded stacks. After I found the right row, I managed to extract the folder of documents I needed with difficulty. But, thankfully, I managed to obtain the right folder. It was yellow, with thick specks of dust as a result of years of neglect. I blew the folder, causing clouds of dusts to float upwards.

After finally managed to obtain the thing, I closed the safety vault carefully. After checking to make sure that the coast is clear, I ran through the empty corridor outside, not forgetting to close the door silently. "Vash, Gilbert! Have you got Seychelles yet?" I whispered to my talkie.

After a deathly silence for a few seconds, finally Vash replied. "Yes. Have you managed to get the documents?" He asked with his voice strained slightly.

"Yes. Now where are you guys?" I replied.

"Up in the ninth floor."

"I'll go there, then," I promised, and then switched the talkie to Kiku's line. "Kiku, are you there?"

"Yes. You've got the documents?" Kiku's calm voice issued from the talkie, effectively soothing my nerves down.

"Yep. You can start moving now," I replied.

"Roger, Captain."

Well then, finally one problem solved. Now, I gotta get all of us outta here safely!! Forcing my feet to my fullest, I bolted through the empty corridors and climbed up to the ninth floor to meet Seychelles and the others. I nearly run into a few patrolling police, but thankfully I managed to not get caught. Finally, after a painstaking effort, I managed to found the trio, in an empty corridor in the ninth floor.

"You guys okay?" I asked cautiously. "No problem along the way?"

"Yes, we're okay. I just had some trouble finding these two," Seychelles pouted. "Although I did managed to find them after I heard their voices, arguing terribly loud about some stuff."

I turned to Gilbert and Vash, both faces blushing with embarrassment. I frowned with irritation and said, "I thought we already agreed that whenever we're on a mission, we've got to focus?"

Neither of them answered, just continued to stare at the floor.

"Well, anyway," I continued, still slightly irritated by their childish act. "Seychelles, I've got the documents here. You guys can leave straight away."

I handed the folder to Seychelles, who wrinkled her nose slightly upon seeing the dirty, dust-clad folder. "Don't fret, now take them," I frowned slightly.

After covering her hand with some tissue, she took the folder reluctantly and stuffed it immediately into her briefcase. "Well, then. I guess we're done here?" She asked.

"Yes. Now go!" I exclaimed.

The three of them ran past me, to the elevator. After the sound of their feet disappeared, I bolted again to the stairs, climbing up until I finally managed to get onto the roof again. This time, it was completely empty. Kiku must've left a while ago, thank God. He left the equipment needed on the roof, so I can escape on my own after making sure that none of my team member was still left in the damn building.

I grabbed my talkie, and flipped through the channel until I managed to get to Kiku's.

"Kiku, are you out yet?" I asked, feeling slightly nervous that he might've met some trouble along the way.

"Yes," Kiku's untroubled voice issued from the talkie. "I'm in the car now. Should I get you before we get those three?"

"Yes, just wait a moment; I'm checking on those three."

"Sure, take your time."

I flipped the channel again, this time trying to talk to Vash, Gilbert, and Seychelles.

"Vash?" I whispered tentatively.

For a few terrifying moment, nobody answered, but then, thankfully, Vash's voice issued from the talkie.

"We're done. You can escape now," Vash's voice issued. "We'll be waiting in the lobby for you to get us."

Sighed with relief, I turned the talkie off. I walked to the middle of the roof and started to set up the equipment. Once more, I twisted the strong iron ropes left by Kiku around my torso, making sure that it's strong enough to hold the momentum. After I'm done, once more I walked to the edge of the roof, ready to jump down. Before I managed to jump, though, suddenly the door leading to the roof banged open, revealing none other than that blondie I kicked before.

His nose was plastered now, the plaster got blood stains on them. His glasses were gone, no longer perched on his nose, revealing his bright azure eyes. Those eyes were now filled with anger; his smile was no longer there on his face. And to make it worse, he held a gun on his hand.

"STAY THERE, YOU CRIMINAL!" He roared; his voice slightly hoarse.

"And what if I don't?" I challenged, smirked a little as I stepped onto the edge of the roof.

His face paled upon realizing my intention. "JUMP, AND I'LL SHOOT YOU!" He screamed; his voice harsher than before.

My smirk widened. "You're just a kid. You've never fired a gun in your live, have you? I can see that from you posture."

He stiffened upon my statement, and he held his gun slightly tighter. I can see beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Well, take your time then," I said mockingly. "I've got plenty of other things to do."

Without waiting for his reply, I jumped in an efficient leap, embracing the cool night air. Once more, the overwhelming sensation embraced my body, the wind whipping furiously around me. This time, though, I let myself down much further than before, low enough for me to jump to the ground without suffering serious injuries.

Once I got down, I removed the clasps of the rope from my belt and jumped to the concrete. I was standing on the back of the building, which was completely empty except of some rats scurrying around the trash dump. I pursed my lips in disgust, and then immediately headed to the place where Kiku parked the car. Thankfully, the car was still there, complete with Kiku in it. He was listening to his iPod and typing some stuff on his laptop.

"Oi, Kiku," I knocked on the windows.

"Oh, Arthur-san. Ready to go?" Kiku pulled his earphone off his ears, staring at me.

"Yeah," I said as I stepped into the car and immediately lounged on the car seats on the back. I sighed complacently, relieved to be able to rest my head for a while. Meanwhile, Kiku had set his laptop aside and started the car. Slowly, the car started to move towards the entrance of the Alfroskaya Office Building. Then, the car screeched to a stop in front of the lobby, where Gilbert, Vash, and Seychelles awaits. Sighing with relief, the three got into the car, unnoticed by a group of polices pacing in the front lobby.

"So," Gilbert said as he lounged on the car seat, wiping sweat off his forehead. "Are we done yet?"

"Yes," I smirked. "Unless you wanted more."

The car gained speed, leaving the Alfroskaya Office Building behind us.

* * * * *

"So," Wang started. "You had failed in your first mission, aru."

I winced at his blunt words. "You don't need to state that. I knew it already," I frowned slightly as I pressed the cold bag of ice onto my nose. That villain's kick was harder than I expected, although thankfully it didn't broke my nose. Still, the painful truth still made me irritated.

I failed. In my first mission, for God's sake.

It didn't feel right. Heroes were supposed to be the side who won, not the bad guys. That was just completely unacceptable. And what made it worse was that; the fact that I can't shoot even when the villain was right in front of me. That was ridiculous! Heroes are supposed to kill bad guys. There's no hero who can't even shoot his enemy.

"So, who is this guy you met anyway, ve~?" Feliciano asked, his brows furrowed in curiosity.

"I don't know. I guess he must've been the boss," I said as I recalled the man. His wild emerald eyes, his choppy sandy blond hair, his small stature… I guess the reason why I couldn't shoot was because I couldn't think of him as the bad guy. Somehow, his appearance just couldn't fit with the bad guy image; except for his eyes, though. His eyes were wild, untamed, a complete opposite of his small, slightly fragile-looking build. They were mocking, ridiculing, jeering, taunting, yet also teasing and tempting at the same time. I shook my head vigorously to get the memory of those creepy eyes off.

"Well, what should we do now?" Matthew asked, his expression worried.

"We'll wait for the orders from the higher-ups, aru," said Wang. "Let's just hope that we won't get demoted after this entire ruckus."

We were standing in the concrete parking lot of Alfroskaya Office Building, anxious after the disastrous mission. Half the men had already left, while half were still examining the building. I checked my watch with difficulty, since I'm not wearing my glasses. That jerk's kick cracked the glass, and effectively snapped my glasses into two clean pieces.

"So, it's eleven o' clock already," I said. "Should we stay?"

"Yes, Alfred," said Wang. "We should; it's our mission after all, aru."

I sighed painfully, and finally said, "Anyone care for a hamburger or two?"


A/N: That's it for chapter two! Much shorter than the first, and maybe you'll find it more boring. Yeah, I sucked so badly at writing action. I guess it's not really my forte… And starting from this chapter, I'm doing this fic with first person POV. Oh, and sorry for the fact that it still got an awful lot of grammatical mistakes! I haven't been able to find a Beta (to black-klepon, you don't count as an official beta anyway)! Well anyway, constructive criticism will be greatly welcome!! :D

Ps. I'm still racking my brain for Seychelles and Liechtenstein's name… Got any suggestions? XD