Chapter 1. Immortals.

A figure was slouched in a dark room, biting his thumb nail in concentration as he stared at the screen in front of him. He memorized the faces, partly because he had to and partly because he knew he had to remember them. Or they would be forgotten. His eyes burned, but he was used to worse pain than that. He hadn't slept in three days, but he'd been through worse. He could rest once this job was over. It did come directly from the king, anyway. He would do anything for the king. He swiped the screen to look at the next face. There were so many this time. It would be a good stretch.

"Alfred." A voice said behind him, sounding far from amused and the lights in the room turned on. Alfred hissed with a smirk. "Food." The voice smirked from the doorway. Alfred glanced back at him with a small smile playing on his lips, his glasses drooped after looking down at the screen for so long. He was slumped on his bed, the one right next to his brother's after they had pushed them together the moment they could. It was his brother who stood in the doorway, the one that turned on the cursed light. He looked pretty damn well pleased with himself, too, knowing just what to say to get Alfred out while using the least amount of words possible.

"I'm still bringing this," Alfred grumbled in defeat, picking up the little, portable screen. Matthew, his brother, laughed beside the door. As Alfred passed him, they high-fived, holding their hands together for little over a second, both of their grips strong, as if testing to see who could break the other's hand first. Alfred loved his twin brother, more than anything, more than the king. "Race ya there!"

And they were both off, through the metal corridors, laughing and pushing each other against the walls, hard enough so that a normal person's bones would have cracked with the force. The twins were practically identical, they both had golden blonde hair that was always a pain in the ass to hide on missions and the same build and more or less the same face. Matthew's hair was longer, though, and it was obvious he took better care of it. And while Alfred's eyes were a light blue that rivaled what the skies used to look like in old movies and pictures, Matthew's were a shimmering indigo, hidden by glasses as well, which were long ago thought to have lost meaning. Neither held a color that betrayed the killing intent that always lingered behind them. Even while they smirked and raced each other through a door that slid open for them, but not fast enough.

Matthew was able to easily sneak into the small opening, but Alfred found himself in the unfortunate position of being on the wrong side of the door. He used his free hand to stop himself from running into it and, as a result, there was a heavy dent in the metal door, which now clanked loudly, as if it was broken.

"I won," Matthew smirked, poking his head out of the door for a fraction of a second before disappearing back inside.

"This time," Alfred chimed. "How about the 38 other times I was able to beat you?" He walked into the room with grace once the door finally opened and it closed loudly behind him.

"Way to go, fat ass, you broke it again," an ally laughed from the table in the room. It was simply a room for them to cook what they pleased and eat their fill, it had been in place for years, thanks to the king. They never ran out of food or supplies. The table was big enough for six, though only one person was in there, lounging back on his seat. He was relaxed, way too relaxed if you asked Alfred, his feet propped up on the table and his hands laced behind his head.

"Get your feet off the table, Gil," Alfred groaned. Why did he, of all people have to be there first? Matthew just giggled and moved to the kitchen. Gilbert smirked that usual smirk when he saw Matthew, the one Alfred's brother said was full of good intent but Alfred knew was filled with evil intent. The kind that involved Gilbert luring Matthew to his bed.

"Aw, c'mon," Gilbert cackled, a strange sound Alfred never really got used to. He was creepy all around, with white hair and red eyes, he was an albino, but that was strange, considering most deficiencies like that were fixed before a kid was born. It made Alfred wonder if Gilbert was in a similar situation to him. "I was just relaxing, waiting for all you slow pokes."

"Yeah, well, not all of us can get up at 3 in the morning to jog around the facility," Alfred rolled his eyes. "What the hell kinda habit is that, anyway? It's fucking creepy that you're up before anyone else." He slumped onto a chair on the other side of the table to Gilbert. Sadly, Alfred already knew where Matthew would sit, the empty spot right next to Gilbert. Alfred would have taken that spot, if he didn't completely detest being next to the man.

"Says the guy that hardly sleeps," Gilbert smirked as Alfred looked back at his screen, memorizing the faces, the contours of the way they smiled. He predicted just what they would look like when they screamed. "Ya know…we're gonna have to get past this hatred thing, considering how close your brother and I have gotten recently. And I mean…really close." Alfred flinched.

Alfred opened his mouth to say something in response, but the door clanked open, cutting him off. His brother also attempted to say something, unbeknownst to both men at the table.

"Of course you three are first," a woman giggled from the doorway before skipping in happily, sending a death glare at Gilbert as she did. She was the only girl on their team, but she didn't mind at all. In fact, she seemed to take it as a challenge, training even harder than Gilbert. "Jackass," she said to Gilbert.

"Cow," he said right back. She happily flicked her long, light brown hair, her green eyes glinting with mischief. She still hid that stupid frying pan behind her back, the only reason Gilbert never tried anything against her, pranks or otherwise.

"Alfred, did you break the door again?" a man sighed, following after Elizabeta as she sat down beside Alfred, messing up his already mussed hair.

"Maybe," Alfred shrugged, not looking up from the faces he was memorizing. Roderich was most likely the weakest fighter of all of the team, but he made up for it with his medical expertise. He had midnight black hair that he always neatly combed and gelled and bright purple eyes. He wore glasses, but never on an assignment. They were only for show and for "sophisticated air", they would only hold him back in actual combat.

"Still memorizing those faces?" Elizabeta hummed, leaning heavily on the table.

"If I don't remember 'em, who will?" Alfred muttered, staring at the face of a little kid. He didn't let his face betray the emotions bubbling inside of him. Emotions of pity. He wasn't supposed to feel that way, he was supposed to be able to swallow that kind of thinking.

"Alfred, I do not want to fix this door again," the last member of their team said as he walked through the door, which was now stuck halfway open. Alfred laughed slightly, going to the next face now that he had memorized the kid.

"Sorry, Kiku," Alfred rubbed the back of his neck. "I could try to help, but that didn't work so well last time…so…"

"Yeah, we all know your only skill is killing," Gilbert smirked and Alfred glared at him. Yes, that was true, but it wasn't a bad thing like Gilbert made it out to be. Kiku, the last member, was short, but incredibly agile and extremely good in a fight. Alfred sparred with him all the time when he wanted to get stronger. He had pitch black hair and eyes the never sold out any emotion, which Alfred was jealous of. He was always told that his blue eyes were so expressive, even by the king. He had worked so hard on his steely gaze that he used most of the time.

"It's fine, Alfred," Kiku sighed as he took a seat with Roderich. Both of them were kind to the seat Gilbert was obviously reserving for Matthew, who was in the process of ensuring that the food he made was perfect for everyone. Matthew usually never said much, not even to Gilbert. Alfred took pride in the fact that Matthew talked to him the most. "I will work on it tomorrow. Perhaps then you will have gotten a good rest."

"Can everyone freaking tell when I don't sleep?" Alfred groaned, looking up from the faces. "I mean, seriously, I'm not supposed to be obvious."

"And we were trained to see what's not obvious," Elizabeta chimed happily, finger in the air as if it was made of all authority.

"Whatever," Alfred grumbled as Matthew came over with a few large plates of breakfast food piled high. Anything from pancakes to eggs to bacon to sausage to hash browns. It was a feast fit for a king, but considering all of the intensive training all of them went through every day, they all ate massive amounts. Even Roderich, who ate all prim and proper, ate way more than it looked like he could.

"Matthew, it was fantastic as always," Roderich complimented after the last speck was cleaned from the last plate in front of them.

"Thanks," Matthew blushed slightly, partly from the compliment and partly from Gilbert's arm, which was wrapped around his shoulders. "I figured we needed a big breakfast considering our assignment in a few hours."

"It shouldn't be too hard," Alfred shrugged, finding that he was at the last face to memorize. "It's not very many people, just a small group in a city, nothing to worry about."

"What's wrong with 'em, anyway?" Gilbert asked curiously. "What's the king want with them?"

"I don't need a reason to go after them," Alfred said. "If the king wants it done, I'll do it. My guess is they're in league with the revolutionary army. What else could it be?"

"Conspirators," Elizabeta shrugged.

"It does not appear as though any of them are of any notable bloodline," Kiku noted. "So that means they must not have much influence. I don't believe they'll be missed."

"Then let's get going, so we can get it over with," Alfred stood up. He was the designated leader of the group. Apparently he had some kind of quality for it. The king thought that, so who was Alfred to argue with him? He was the one that reported the assignments after they were done to the king, so it at least came with some perks. "We'll be back in just a few hours, it's in an nearby city after all."

"I'm ready whenever you are," Matthew nodded. Alfred nodded right back.

"Please! Please! I-I'll do anyth-"

Alfred looked on coldly. He had memorized this man's face first, but he was among the last to be killed, how odd. He begged, screaming and crying after his wife and son were killed in front of him by Alfred himself, who didn't care. He kept his steely blue gaze right on the man's eyes as they dulled. He was killed by a gunshot direct to the heart. He heard the splatter of blood behind him as Kiku slashed into several people at once. Alfred could hear a little kid crying and he sighed, walking towards the sound. He could hear it over all of the others, the swipes of swords, the bangs of guns, the screams.

A kid was huddled in a corner and looked at Alfred with absolute horror and fear. The other sounds died out, almost all at once. This was the last one to kill.

"It's your fault for going against the king," Alfred said simply, not even hesitating as he blew a hole straight through the little girl's head. Every person here was guilty of a crime he could not forgive; they crossed the king. He would kill anyone that went against his king, he owed that much to the man…no he was so much more than a simple man. He looked back at the other five. All of them had managed to get sticky, warm, scarlet all over themselves, but no one got even a scratch. This job wasn't even that bad, only a few could have handled it just fine, but the king apparently felt like showing off. This town had had quite a few incidences like this, where there were large groups going against His Majesty. Perhaps this was just showing an example of what he could do without even lifting a finger.

"Mission complete," Alfred said, holstering his gun. He kept his eyes steely every time they left the facility, even in front of His Majesty. He had to, he was a murderer anywhere but where he called his home. "Let's head back."

"Targets confirmed," a voice said from the shadows, looking on at the six through a sniper rifle. They were hundreds of yards away, just to be safe, just in case they were noticed so they had a way to get away. They were going after the most dangerous assassins in the world, after all. "Should we go after them?"

"No, not yet," another voice muttered, crouching low and looking in that direction as if he was seeing what the sniper saw. His own group stood behind him, just in case they needed the back up.

"Why not?" another voice snapped and the other voices hissed at him to be quiet.

"Let them go back to their king. We'll start another one and this time we'll be prepared. I trust you managed to get enough information on their weapons and fighting styles?"

"Yes," said the first voice.

"Good," the second voice continued. "Now, we'll learn how to deal with this situation. If we have to take them out one by one, then so be it. They're our main obstacle in the way of killing the king. We need to be careful."

"If you don't mind me saying this…" the first voice mused. "I think we're outmatched."

"Assassins don't quite care for statistics, you should know this," the second voice smirked. "That's why we work in the shadows, those in the light are too pure to act when it's not fair to the other side. We'll win…at any cost."

Woop! New story! I'm excited for this one, as you can probably tell. Hehehe. Anywho…The title for this chapter was based on the song "Immortals" by Fall Out Boy, I just adore that song, you have no idea. And it works quite well, I hope you realize. I got a lot of my inspiration for this by watching Akame ga Kill, but don't worry, I am making my own differences, one of them being that this is off somewhere in the distant future, probably on a planet that is not Earth but still houses humans, so we don't have to focus on countries and what may have happened to them.

Pairings. Well…obviously PruCan's up there already, then there's USUK, which is gonna be the main pairing. Arthur has yet to be introduced, but not to worry, that will happen soon enough. And a dash of AusHun, but they're not gonna be mushy or incredibly obvious about it, I mean, it's Elizabeta, after all.

Warnings…Well, you could guess if it's based even slightly on Akame ga Kill. There will be character death. Maybe a little, maybe a lot, that's a secret that's staying with me. But you have been warned. There is also gore, but not necessarily explicit gore, this is still rated T, after all, and will stay that way. References to explicit content as well…Then, you know, cursing. All that jazz.

I will also give ages of people as they pop up, just so people know. So, Alfred, Matthew, Kiku, Elizabeta, Roderich, and Gilbert are all 23. Because making them all the same age means they play nice or some other bullshit as an excuse for me being lazy. The other characters have a little more variety when it comes to their ages, don't worry.

Also, updating schedule. I have no problems writing, it's just school's a bitch and so I can only update Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, so I generally update all three, sometimes just two.

And I would just like to say this…Some of you may not know this, but we recently lost an incredible, awesome, creative mind recently, Monty Oum from Rooster Teeth. So, as a tribute to someone like him who valued creativity as much as all of us, I know it's not a lot, but I'd at least like to dedicate this creative work to him, as nothing else but a show of the importance of creativity in this world.

I believe that is all, so here I go…please review, tell me what you thought!

And I do not and never will own Hetalia.