Author's Note: Okayah, so I've never written any sort of crime FanFiction, so I have some research to do still~ Suggestions are awesome! Anyway, please enjoy.

Hetalia is not mine! (Though we can all wish)

Oh. I USE HUMAN NAMES BY THE WAY. HAHAHA I FORGOT THAT PART.

Chapter 1

"He's on the fifth floor heading to his office right now. Go through the window." Amelia's Boss instructed her through the headset.

"Okay." Amelia breathed back, already scaling down the side of the building. The busy streets of New York bustled, as always, many stories below her. "Tell me when he's past the window."

"Ten seconds."

"Amelia head foot steps approaching from down the hall, and a faint voice.

"Alrightie Arthur." A man called – probably Amelia's client. "I think I'm going to call it a night. I've got a lady to see."

Amelia sneered at the man. Disgusting. I hope your date ditches you. But then again, you'll never to that date…

She heard another voice down the hall reply.

"Hey, Boss." Amelia whispered into her headset. "How many other people are on this floor?"

"One."

Good. That makes it easy for me. Mentally counting down the seconds, Amelia prepared to kick in the window with her heavy boots.

Time's up – Amelia flipped through the window the instant the click on the man's office door sounded.

"Allrightie, Arthur." Arthur's boss shrugged on his suit jacket and tipped his hat onto his balding head. "I think I'm going to call it a night. I've got a lady to see." He wiggled his eyebrow suggestively.

Arthur gave his Boss his best zombie expression.

"What?" Arthur's Boss said gruffly, loosening his belt. "Don't tell me you have a date tonight too?"

"Uh…" Arthur scratched the back of his head, eyes burning from staring at the computer screen to long. "Not really. I'm not in a relationship." And I never have been all the years I worked for you. I can't believe you're just asking me this now…

"Any relationship?" His Boss cleared his throat, grumbling to himself. "Anyway, I need you to finish filing those people's tax histories and send out their e-mail notifications to pay up!"

Arthur swiveled in his chair, biting back a sarcastic remark. It was already well past 9, and high time that Arthur got back to his apartment in Central New York. Filing the tax histories would take him a good 2 hours [if he did them right].

But he didn't complain, he simply gritted his teeth and wished his Boss a good night. He needed this job.

Just as Arthur began the tedious and boring-to-death task of entering people's tax dues into the computer, an audible –CRASH- resounded, jumbling Arthur out of his chair.

Stumbling down the hall to his Boss's office, Arthur cursed his cramping legs.

"Oy, Mr. Gates, are you in there?" Arthur knocked tentatively on the door, noticing the lights in the office were now off.

They had been on a second ago.

Squinting into the dark room, Arthur began to open the door, when a cold presence behind him caused him to whirl in surprise.

"Don't move." A voice hissed, backed up by the gleam of a knife, stained with scarlet blood.

Arthur froze, mouth hanging open like a fish. His heartbeat had spiked, causing blood to rush to his ears and muffle his hearing.

Without a second thought, Arthur twisted around the knife and boxed his attackers ears, deafening and disorienting them.

They stumbled back in surprise, dropping the knife, and clutching one of their ears as a piece of plastic fell to the floor.

It looked to be a headset.

"I'm calling the police!" Arthur cried, fumbling for his phone.

The figure cloaked in black stumbled back, still disoriented, and clutching the wall for support. Suddenly, they fell heavily against one of the office windows, and it clicked open at the pressure.

The assassin fell back out the window, arms wind milling for balance.

Arthur didn't look to see them down on the pavement, 5 stories below; he was to busy staring at his Boss, lying newly dead on the floor in front of him.

He didn't know that he was still being watched.

Author's Note: Okay, I definitely need some suggestions on how to improve this (anyone work for the government, by chance?) Please drop a review and let me know what you think! Fear not! There actually is a plot!