A/N: Not sure how long this will become, depends on the time I have to work on non-School stuff.

Disclaimer: I own neither Hetalia nor Marvel.

From the moment Captain Steven Rogers woke in the 21st Century, he lacked a purpose, a role in a world that seemed fine without him. After the Battle of New York he realized his country and the world still needed him. Through SHIELD he rediscovered a purpose for his gifts though he made few friends and lived for the job. Since SHIELD comprised much of his world anymore, he often spent his free time sitting in the head quarter's atrium reading. With time that atrium became more of a home than his own apartment. Between the day he froze himself and the day he woke up, many of the buildings he remembered either underwent renovation or were torn down. Other agents long since left him alone and continued about their on their way rather than gawk or disturb him. While his current series of books sometimes became difficult to read, he sympathized with Frodo.

"Matt, for God's sake let it go." A woman snapped.

Normally Rogers ignored the other agents' conversations, he disliked ideal gossip and refused to spread it. To his surprise agents loved to gossip amongst themselves, relaying the latest rumors and such. It was a good thing Stark never sat with him.

Something about the tone, inflection, and sound broke through to his mind wrapped around his book. The very sound disturbed memories from World War 2, memories he came to terms with only a year ago. Everything about the voice matched a Major he befriended during his time as a bond sale's man dressed in that stupid costume. A proud, independent woman, he automatically liked Major Amelia Jones, he remembered seeing in her everything that made him want to fight for his country. Despite their few meetings, his trust in her went beyond friend and family, beyond love. The resurrected feelings sang of loyalty.

Head up, he searched for Major Jones. No green army fatigues stood out amongst the swarm of black wearing agents. For a moment he traveled back in time, watching her rush about an army camp that just received heavy casualties. No one questioned Major Jones.

Following his recovery, he requested the files on all his old war buddies. Whatever SHIELD had on them, Furry gave him. It helped heal the wounds, easing the road to letting go and settling in the 21st century. The file on Jones conveyed little to no information. It listed a honorable discharge date, claimed she went on to earn a degree in medicine from John's Hopkins, but the trail went cold with her graduation date. With some help, he found her doctoral dissertation. After that she vanished, perhaps aliens abducted her or something, as he knew she would joke. Or she died in service to SHIELD or the CIA on a mission that went above his security clearance.

Either way, the woman, his friend, could not possibly be in the atrium, sounding as she had over seventy years ago.

"That was a horrible prank; he won't forgive you this time."

That sounded like Jones' half-brother Canadian naval Commander Matthew Williams. Undoubtedly the pair were siblings, they resembled each other too much for any other possibility. Yet they never explained their situation and both had parents listed. Both claimed adoption, but neither told the same story. From what he recalled the story changed according to the sibling, time of day and mood of the teller. All of his old comrades heard a wide variety of tales, everything from being raised by wolves to being left on the planet by aliens. Buckey assumed the siblings had no clue how they ended up with separate families in separate countries. Still it bugged Rogers that neither could agree whether or not they were twins or which one was older.

The Woman-Who-Could-Not-Be-Jones snorted, "He's never forgiven me for anything before. What difference does this make?"

Despite earlier failed attempts to find them, this time Rogers spotted them across the atrium. When he examined their faces, his breath caught. The woman matched Major Jones. In the Major's uniform he would think his friend had survived, and by some miracle kept from aging. The replication of the slightest detail, everything from her stance to the length of her hair to the untamed cow lick frightened him. From what another agent told him, cloning was imperfect, and impossible to create a truly identical version of a person. How the man she spoke to matched Commander Williams terrified Rogers.

Regardless of his fears, Rogers let himself hope Jones survived somehow. Upon closer inspection he realized she looked slightly older than Jones and carried herself differently. Something about Jones always suggested a slight uncertainty and discomfort with an unexplained burden. The woman in the atrium displayed none of those signs.

Still, the woman and the man she argued with could not be Jones and Williams; he shut down the hope and accepted the cold hard truth. For his own good he should return to his book and the road to Isengard to rescue Merry and Pippin. Settling back into his book, Rogers struggled to get the pair of his mind, mostly because they still stood in the atrium.

He gave up when Fury's right hand, Agent Maria Hill, approached them, "Jones, Williams what are you doing here?"

The woman called the man 'Matt' much as Jones had called her brother. Could the man's name truly be Matthew Williams? While he acknowledged how common the name must be, how many 'Matthew Williams'' looked identical to a man from World War 2?

The woman replied, "We need to see the Director."

"He's not expecting either of you."

The Commander Williams doppelganger sighed, "We're not here officially. Our Bosses think we're somewhere else."

"Where?" Agent Hill asked.

"A DDR competition," the woman laughed.

While Rogers had no idea what the woman meant, it amused Hill.

Without another word Hill ushered them through security and into an elevator. For a moment before the doors slid shut he thought Jones' eyes met his.

During the war Jones and Williams had access to all sorts of high level information, and no one asked for their IDs when entering a secure place. Early in the war he remembered Jones walking right into Eisenhower's office, the general had welcomed her without rebuke. Much like Williams and their friend Sir Kirkland, an enigma surrounded her. None of the others, save Kirkland, dared stroll unannounced into Eisenhower's office, yet existed in a hierarchy of their own.

Other officers followed them about all the time, jobs appearing a mix of secretary and body guard. Jones once called hers, a Captain David Jackson, her 'babysitter' and 'a general nuisance'. Jackson took a bullet for her during an ambush. Though he lived, the army discharged him and recalled Jones to D.C. The way the army valued her safety baffled him and irritated her. He never found out what made Jones so important.

Perhaps he could. He realized that someone her importance had a complete record with death date, burial and all relevant information. As her friend he deserved to find out if she still lived. Fury would never tell him, but Stark might be able to find out more.

Hopefully Tony wouldn't do anything too illegal.

A/N: 'Illegal' has different definitions according to different people Rogers. Comments? Questions?