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One of These Nights

Chapter I

Disclaimer: Sigghhhhh* facing the facts here, we all know I don't know anything that is Hetalia related.

Alright. I'm back with, hopefully, a good, legitimate, awesome story that all you Pruhun freaks out there would like. I want to warn you all now, I watched The Dark Knight, a few hours ago, and this story is going to be heavily influenced by the movie.

So, I hope you enjoy. =D

"Death is inevitable. It was going to happen sooner or later. I knew my work was going to catch up with me eventually. Whether it was an accident, or intended, I am dead. However, I don't want my empire to collapse. Imagining it, my men are probably in utter confusion as to what to do and how to continue on. I am gone, but I don't want my legacy to die along. Therefore, I leave my business to my darling daughter. She is to rule as I did, and let the legacy of me carry on through the streets I ruled. I give her my permission to do as she likes with my work. She may sell it, continue on with it, pass it up, but, as my final wish, I ask she doesn't allow the police to stop what I created. Knowing my sweet daughter, I don't think such would become a reality.

As I buried under, I ask my final wish be carried out. I know my daughter can do what I ask. I leave it to her to do as she pleases. Good bye."

A girl, wearing a mask, read as she sat at a dark, mahogany desk. She sat stiff in the leather chair as she read the will to a bunch of men around her. She dropped the crispy paper on the desk, and spun it around, allowing the men to read it. She placed her arms on the armrests, slowly stroking her fingers against her palm, while she let the men read what she just read. When they were done reading their leader's will, she folded it back and placed it in her coat pocket.

"Whose his daughter?"

"I am." The woman answered, quietly and simply. She stood up, only reaching about five-foot-six, while all the other men in the room were over six feet.

"I am his daughter and this is now mine, legally." The masked-woman whispered, but had a bit of edge and dominance to her voice.

"I want everyone to sit down." She motioned to the circular table in the next room. They all reluctantly took their respective seats while she stood at the head of the table. She placed her hands flat on the table, as she stood at elevated part of floor. The woman looked at each of the men in the eyes for a few seconds, however, they couldn't tell, because of her mask. She paused a few seconds, and spoke again.

She took a silence breath, and started, "I am now in charge whether you like it or not. I am carrying out my father's wish and continuing this corporation-" She used the word loosely. The woman with the slight Hungarian accent was about to continue speaking, but was cut off from one of the henchmen. "No way am I taking orders from a girl."

She waited a few moments as the air became heavy. The men nodded their heads in agreement, mumbles echoing off the walls of the large room. Impatiently, she took out a revolver, clicked the safety off, and fired at the opposing wall. After the loud gunshot, all the men let out a sound of confusion and went down as a first reaction. The woman stepped down from her step, and walked around the boys, walking slowly, keeping her firearm out. "Now," she pestered. "I really don't want to use drastic measures, but if I have to, I will."

She paused again, creating tension.

"You are all to listen and obey me. Do not underestimate me because I will kill you. I don't want anymore slacking. This is to continue on like my father never passed." She walked around the room once, returning to her step. "I want to start out small. See what all of you are capable of. Tomorrow, at six a.m, I want to rob a bank. The dumbasses that killed my father took everything, and I have to start all over. The Sovereign Bank at the corner of 49th and Main. is the bank we will start out with tomorrow. That means I want everyone in this room at 5 a.m to discuss planning."

She paused.

"Now, if you don't show up tomorrow. I have no choice but to hunt you down and kill you. I don't trust any of you yet, and if you aren't here when I ask, I have no choice but to believe you dropped out. I can't have you roaming the streets knowing everything. Understand?"

None of the men doubted her, and looked at each other, slightly wide-eyed.

"Don't be afraid. I promise you, I am an easy person to get along with, just don't do what I don't want you to do and I think we will get along just fine." Another dramatic pause. "Any questions?"

"What do we get?"

She smiled under her mask. She's got them.

"Everything." She answered simply. "If you listen to me, I can get you anything and everything." She paused. "I can get you money easily, drugs- not a problem. Women, my father owned a brothel. As you can see, you can have everything you ever wanted, and all I ask is you simply follow my orders. You only live once, and I can make your one life reach it's full potential."

She waited a few more moments. "Any more questions?"

"Why do you wear a mask?"

"I'm sorry but that question, I can't answer at this time. I ask again, any more questions."

Silence.

"I hope to see you all tomorrow."

Author's Note: First things first. If anyone didn't really pick it up, Elizaveta is the girl under the mask.

The "corporation" her father owned is an [illegal] drug and prostitute business around the city.

Now, some may say I really didn't pick up on her character. People, relax, it's only the first chapter. Yea, she's sweet, but she always had that bad-ass / crazy chick kind of persona to me.

So, anyway, bam, character one, Elizaveta is introduced to the story.

So, if I have to tell you, I am a huge fan of Pruhun. Probably my favorite pairing in all of anime. What can I say? And so the other day, I was watching The Dark Knight, and I actually wanted to write a fiction for Batman, but than that would include an OC, and therefore, flamers saying she's a Sue. So screw that. I decided to write a Hetalia fic. Which means, yes, this story is going to be heavily influenced by the movie. Quotes, references, and yes, characters, are going to be used. However, no this is not a crossover.

The next chapter involves Prussia as another criminal. What kind? Only hint, like I said: Batman.

Now, I'm going to be posting two chapters to start off with so before you check out Chapter two, review. Let me know who you think Prussia will portray.

I'll give you another irrelevant, unhelpful hint: Prussia will be based off my favorite villain of all time.

And finally, as of now, I can really use Beta reader. If anyone is interested, shoot me a message.

Till next time, Tybs signing out.