Disclaimer: I own neither Hetalia, Alphas nor the female character in this story, she's owned by a lovely roleplayer I hang around... Yeah.

Young and On the Run

A young man stood with his back towards the bustling bank business with a red hoodie raised to the point his eyes were hidden from view. In his ears rested a set of ear-buds, the volume of the machine they were connected to: one. Next to him a friend faced the busy crowd and wore a smile and in that moment, the world was normal. The friend then made a noise that signaled the beginning.

Warmth then filled the room, a sense of home and caring melted into his bones as his friend reached over and tugged off his hood, grabbing him by the nape of his neck. The young man was herded to the back where the hand retracted after gently pulling free one of his ear-buds. The world zoomed and grew loud. He could hear the next city block over, and then the one after that. He tensed and focused, focused his hearing on the vault door before him. The keypad was worn with the keys used and with careful listening and best judgment, the door clicked open.

The hood was returned to its place before as the young man's two friends entered the vault, bagging whatever they could reach. Carefully the lad clad in the red hood made his way back into the warm room where he stood next to the brunette source. He tilted his head and sighed.

"Four minutes, Ari." He informed the other. She merely nodded, knowing he could hear it.

The two others joined them, and they backed their way out of the side door and to their van which the young man opened the back and sat. He arranged the bags that were handed to him before the friend who started the count reached forward and took the remaining ear-bud out.

"Listen for the police radios, and tell us any roadblocks, okay Mattie?" His friend asked and Mattie nodded, smiling softly. The world was no longer in stereo but it crashed back into that mode like a wave as his friend's hands retracted and he no longer had the protection from his own abilities. The sound of the van's back door closing sounded like a boulder hitting ground at max velocity and the small male had to stop himself from flinching.

Doing as he was told, Mattie instructed, warning the group's oldest where to avoid and how far away any cruiser was from any point. It took some time but the foursome finally lost the scent of the local police and made their hurried way back to the warehouse they currently resided in.

With the money unloaded and Mattie's friend helping him out of the van the four let out a collected sigh of relief. Ari nudged the eldest and asked, "Yao, what is for dinner?"

After the prompt, Yao stood from the pile of pillows and made his way to the make shift kitchen. He beckoned Ari to him and the pair started to prep their meal. She chopped the food up while the Asian fried the rice in the wok warmed by his ungloved hand. Mattie had forted himself within the piles and piles of pillows as his friend counted and stacked the bills they took. The youngest member in the group whimpered as the sounds of the outside refused to leave him be, and his eyes were bolted shut just so he wouldn't see everything around him.

Mattie's friend dug into his fort and joined him in the small cavern formed by the pillows. Gently he tugged the over sensitive boy's hands away from him and replaced them with his own. "Matthew, Matthew listen, don't hear, listen."

"Alfred, it won't stop."

"Mattie, listen." The older blond willed. "Listen and view, don't see and hear."

A small whimper left Matthew's mouth but he slowly tried to calm himself. The force wasn't there anymore, the sounds of next door and two miles around hounded on him, begging him to listen and take in. Matthew just couldn't stop. The words were louder than bombs dropping. Still he tried to listen to Alfred, focus on his words. Slowly his world came into focus and the male could listen to Alfred's words and really understand them. The other repeated the demand to listen and view and so Matthew did, he listened to the tone of Alfred's voice and looked only into the blue eyes.

After a few moments Matthew broke eye contact and smiled softly at his elder blond. "Thanks, I needed that," he murmured and placed his hands over the other's. He really wished he didn't He wished he didn't have to rely on Aricia and her rein over emotions, or on Alfred and his ability to take it all away. He did not enjoy his own abilities, not at all. He figured he was better off with his own rather than Yao's.

"No problem." Alfred hummed offhandedly as he plugged Matthew back into his headphones and placed the red-rimmed glasses over his lavender eyes. It was then Ari proclaimed that they were fit to eat and so the two blonds burrowed out of the pillow fort and washed their hands with the hose in the "kitchen" area. The small band then gathered around each other on the floor and started to eat and chat over their victory. They figured they would get the rest of the month off after handing over the stolen cash to their boss.

After the meal, Alfred cleaned up and the other three moved over to the made shift living room with the pillow fort and the two elders chattered with one another. Alfred joined them after drying the only china they had to their names, and right as he reached out to tousle Matthew's hair, the youngest perked and piped up. "The boss is here."

Woah man, what's this type of story doing here? So, um, yeah, I'm trying to make an Alphas-Hetalia type crossover but instead of being "good" guys, they're...Not?

Welp fave, review and follow to your heart's content if you liked it! If not, tell me why you didn't like it! Anyone want to guess who the "boss" is?