WARNING: TEASER, TEASER, TEASER!

Gunshots were heard at the middle of the cold streets of New York. Sirens were screaming loudly and almost all of the people were so aghast to discover that one of those personalities walking along the sidewalks was being chased by those men in uniform. Holding their guns in firm resolution to capture the culprit, one of them shouted the others to send more back-up.

An unidentified person wearing a blue thick jacket with a hoodie on it was running desperately for a great chance to escape from the police cars which were speedily chasing behind. As soon as this individual arrived at a dead-end on a gloomy alley, one of the policemen shouted angrily, almost cursing himself for his heavy breathing, "You have nowhere to go! Put your hands up and don't move!"

Standing stiffly in front of a steel gate, this man raised up those long-sleeved arms with those palms extended up, along with those fingers pointing at the gray sky.

Soon, as a few group of the police team walked slowly, approaching the culprit, the unidentified person took something from the jacket's front pocket. With a fast pace, the person faced the group and pointed a .45 silver caliber gun. But then, it wasn't just a .45. This person pulled the trigger and a heavy smoke came out from the small opening of the gun.

Shouts were heard in collective resonance. Soon, dead silence occurs. A tingling sound of steel rang softly as the unidentified person rushed away from the policemen with a sense of success.

Two hours later, more police cars arrived at the location. As everyone stepped out of the car, they were terrified to see that their colleagues were standing stiffly, almost of them covered in deep, thick dry ice.

Without any time to waste, these policemen called the ambulance, as well as the famous international agency known for fighting the most heinous crimes happening all over the world-the International Criminal Police Organization (ICPO), also known as INTERPOL.

Loud voices of arguing authorities were heard along the wide meeting room of INTERPOL at its U.S.A. headquarters at Washington D.C. Everyone was very frustrated that another scene happened in the dusk streets of New York, which they all suspected that the mentioned culprit was a member of the notorious international Mafia.

When it was time for everyone to take a one-hour recession from the stressful emergency meeting, two identities stepped out from the meeting room and walked along the hallway. These two personalities were wearing their black tuxedos, carrying their identities in a special-designed identification card, comfortably hanging with a lace around their necks. These two were similarly possessing the same hair color, those sandy blond hues perfectly shading every strand of their hair. The first blond possesses a soft voice and a cherubic face. His lavender eyes gazing at the other one, who was then seen with a spark of irritation in his electric blue eyes. His glasses almost slipped from his face, and his fair skin looked a bit red due to his annoyance about this emergency meeting that they were having now.

Stammering in total annoyance, the blue-eyed blond spoke, "How come that our men didn't do anything to prevent that culprit from getting away? This is not good, I tell you, dude!"

"Shhh…calm down, Jones. This is not the perfect time for your obnoxious whining! We have to deal on with the case, whether we like it or not." the soft-spoken, well-mannered purple-eyed blond answered back, trying to calm his furious companion down. The other man stretched out his arms, almost bumping his companion's face. The other one simply held his glasses and let out a deep sigh.

"My...this is hopeless..." he thought as he looked at his blond companion.

"Get over it, Williams. It's just that I don't get this thing at all! What else can we do? We have to set a close encounter on that damn Mafia!"

The soft-spoken one sighed helplessly.

"Alright then. We have to talk to our Boss about this. Does this will make you feel better now?"

The furious one took a deep breath. Then, he slightly grinned, his smile now exhibiting a spark of glee, which of course, made the other blond feel light.

"Sorry, Bro. I can't help myself, 'ya know."

The other one smiled and patted the other man's shoulder.

"It's alright! How could I let my twin brother down?"

"I think it's better if one of us would penetrate deep into the Mafia...of course, I am saying that someone must spy on them. He must have the guts and the courage to face the notorious members of that group. And if the worse thing happens...it's all in his hands. We must catch everyone who belonged in the Mafia...whether they were dead or alive."

Everyone faced each other as the Chief of INTERPOL spoke in front of the entire congregation through an enormous LCD screen in front of the pulpit.

The men gasped in reluctance about the said plan, thinking that it it quite difficult to become a part of the Mafia without blowing up their cover. Soon, they turned their eyes back on that giant silver screen, looking at the creepy silhouette of their Boss, his face covered with that pitch black darkness.

Soon, one of them raised a hand. Everybody payed attention to a blond gentleman, wearing a black tuxedo, his black necktie perfectly tied around the collar of his white polo shirt, his green eyes staring at the screen. He simply let his finger glide through his hair and then spoke, "Is there any other way that our men will be able to gather information without getting themselves involved into the group? I think it's quite a grave task."

"Thank you for stating your point of view, Mr. Kirkland. But I suggest that we have to do this plan...or...we will fail. I know how you feel...and I simply understand your opinion on this. But, I think this is the only way to leak out information from the Mafia." the Boss stated with emphasis. The blond gentleman looked down with a sense of worry and then sat on his seat.

The one sitting beside him was another blond, except that his hair's long, and his purple eyes looking attentively at the papers on his desk. He then turned his head to face the other blond and said, "We really don't have any options left...haven't we?"

"Yes...I think we haven't have any this time. The situation's getting worse than the Boss expected. By the way...where's Jones and Williams, Bonnefoy?"

"Hmmm...oui, mon ami. I think they're on their way now." the other blond said, as they heard a soft creak from the door.

The twins rushed on their seats quietly.

"Hey, Artie! What's the latest news?"

"Will you stop calling me that bloody nickname here, Alfred? We're in a serious meeting, and I expect that you are in your best behavior today."

Alfred looked at the older blond and said, "Geez, Arthur, calm down. I'm just trying to make the situation lighter."

Arthur scowled and said, "You are not helping here, you bloody git."

Soon, he stared on that big scree and was shocked. He asked, "Oh...is that the..."

"Oh...so you are new here, oui? That's the Boss..." the long-haired blond whispered to Alfred.

"How come that he doesn't show his face to all of us?" Alfred asked again.

"Francis, have you received the recent news about the culprit that the police had just seen in New York?" Alfred's twin brother interrupted as he held a few papers on his hand.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk...this is not good, mon cher!" Francis said as he scanned the papers one by one, almost making his eyes a bit upset about the reports written on those papers.

Arthur made his way to answer Alfred's question, "No one knows why he doesn't want to show his face. Also, no one knows his real name and his whereabouts."

"I see..." Alfred said.

Soon, they heard the Boss, giving his final statements.

"I would like all of you to come at the final meeting tomorrow at nine. After wards, we will proceed with the plan. So...as I was talking earlier...who's gonna be the lucky one? We have to send one of our men to take a step into the Mafia and leak out information from them. Thus, we will be able to capture them all as soon as possible. We have to stop all of the transnational crimes and killings occurring in some parts of the globe, or worse...we'll be doomed."

No one dared to say a thing, except Alfred, who raised his right hand and stood up.

"Sir...I will take the job."

All of the people present in the meeting got shocked.

She ran hurriedly into a dark abbey and glided along the narrow passageway leading to a wide basement. Soon, shadows of armed men were seen scattered all around the place. She neatly fixed herself and slowly walked along the middle of the vast room and spoke in a soft feminine voice.

"I think the INTERPOL is trying to send some of their men to leak out information within us. The main problem is, they haven't decided yet on who's going to be their strongest bait."

A man stepped out from his seat, his black trench coat and his machine gun shimmering with those little lights scattered above the ceiling. He fixed his curl up on the right side of his brunette hair and stared at the person with his fierce hazel eyes.

Soon, he said, "Bel lavoro! (Good job!). I think we must plan everything perfectly and without flaws, or else we'll be dead meat! Stand up, mio amore..."

She stood up and looked at the brunette hesitatingly. She found out that he was starting to hold her hands. She secretly hid the nervousness dominating her chest and felt a lump in her throat. Soon she asked, "You have to keep your promise to me...this is the last thing that I can do for you..."

He sighed and held her long ebony hair and said, "How will I be able to do the plan without you? You are my secret weapon...and my only ace, mio amore."

She turned back and said, "I-I know that...I owe everything to you...b-but...I just can't..."

"Just as I said, I will keep my promise to you...I'll give you the thing that you desperately long for...but...I can't just let you go like this..."

Soon, she aggressively pulled out a sleek Smith and Wesson revolver gun from her pocket and aimed it towards his face. The man grinned devilishly and said, "That's what I love about you...you are getting stronger than I could imagine..."

After a few seconds, all of the men scattered around the basement pointed their guns at her. She looked with them angrily and faced him again.

"You are leaving me with no choice...you bastard..." she mumbled, her brows buried in defeat. Still, she could not deny the reality that she has to stay...no matter the circumstances may be. But...she has decided on it. She must leave the group before it's too late. But...the main question is...how?

Leaving her with no choices to make, she put the gun down and stood stiffly, trying to fight her tears. Soon, he walked towards her. He gently glided his fingers on her face and stared at her.

"Don't you forget, mio amore. I'm a man of my word." he said, and then he attempted to kiss her on the lips, however, she laughed. His face slightly turned into a doubtful look, his eyes expressing such a questionable look.

"I am looking forward to that..." she uttered as a thick smoke was developing heavily, surrounding the entire interior of the wide basement. The smoke was coming from the fire exit of the basement, thus making everyone cough so hard.

As soon as the smoke is getting worse as it spread through the entire basement, several gunshots were heard from the inside.

"Sir, I will take the job."

All of the people present in the meeting got shocked.

Arthur and Francis looked at Alfred with doubtful looks on their faces. Matthew, Alfred's twin brother, stood up in disbelief and shrugged Alfred's shoulders.

"ALFRED, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? ARE YOU INSANE? WE'RE J-JUST..."

"Alright, lad! I'll assign you to be the bait of INTERPOL against the Mafia. I'll be expecting a lot from you, young man. Don't fail us. We're counting on you."

The silver screen went off. Silence engulfed the whole scenario.

Outside the meeting room, Alfred rushed on his way to his office as Matthew chased him. With a stressful look, he said, "You are crazy, Jones! You are damn insane!"

"C'mon, dude! Relax! Don't worry!" Alfred said with a carefree tone in his voice as he sat on his chair, crossing his legs and smilingly took a few spins around on the chair.

"N-No...you can't be serious...are you really sure about this? I mean...we are still new on the job, and you are brave enough to do such a dangerous mission at this early point of time?" Matthew said straightly without stopping, which made Alfred felt a little furious.

"Calm down, Bro!" Alfred said, making his brother stop speaking.

Matthew looked at Alfred's eyes. He could see that his twin brother was really determined to do the job. His blue eyes were suggesting a stubborn and eager aura...thus making Matthew sighed once more; this time, he smiled and said, "I know, Al. I know you can...it's just that...you knew exactly what happened to us years ago, right?"

Alfred stood up and spoke as he held Matthew's shoulders. "That is exactly my reason why I decided to become a part of this agency. This has been my dream...and..."

Soon, he bowed down his head, his voice starting to falter. But then, he gently raised his head again and grinned.

Matthew chuckled. "Alright, alright. I get it. Just...take care of yourself."

"I will." Alfred said.

She rushed down along a dark alley, leading her to a long stairway to the exit. Gasping and panting for air, she ran with her life as she saw a few shadows of men following her like wolves craving and thirsty for blood.

As she attempted to took out the revolver from her pocket, a quick stabbing pain alarmed her, thus making her let out a shriek of pain.

"Ouch...this is not good...my arm..." she thought as she looked at her bleeding right arm; blood flowing freely on the surface of her skin, staining her sleeve. As she turned back and let out a few gunshots towards the target, loud voices were heard, shouting in pain.

She smiled, thinking that she hit the target.

"Bull's eye!" she thought.

That should do them all...they deserve it!

She ignored the chillness of the air surrounding the whole streets as she ran on, carrying herself. She thought of making herself a chance to escape from that world where she lived for almost eighteen years. She must make a choice.

Stay or destined herself to die if she leaves?

A dark silhouette roamed along the dark streets of New York, making her greatest escape from that dark and despicable world.

As soon as she crossed the street with full speed, she never noticed that a car is heading on the way. She looked at those blinding headlights with terrified eyes, but it's too late.

She felt her body fell down like a withered leaf...

"No...no..." her mind told her. Still, her body won. She instantly fell down, losing her consciousness with a blink of an eye.

She slowly closed her eyes and saw herself lying in a white bed, with her body covered with white thick sheets of blankets. As soon as she finally regained consciousness, a pair of blue eyes met her dark hazel ones.

"You're awake. Geez...you almost killed me."

She quickly rose up, but then the sharp stabbing pain from her wounded arm caught her in sudden alarm, thus making her let out a loud scream.

"ARAY, ANG SAKIT! (OUCH, IT HURTS!)" she said.

She looked around her and saw those crisp painted walls all over the entire place. With a shocked look upon her face, she spoke, "W-Where am I? A-and..."

Her head gradually turned to face the person sitting beside her.

"...w-who are you?"

"It's as if I am the one who should ask you that question, Miss." the blond man coughed and grinned. He stood up and walked towards his garnished cabinet to get some towels after seeing her arm starting to ooze a little blood. She hesitatingly pushed herself a little farther, staring at him questionably. Sensing that dread fear and confusion in her eyes, he laughed.

"Don't be afraid. I'm not going to eat you or something...here, let me take a look at that."

She yelped after he touched her bandaged arm. After a while he simply took it away from her and examined that wound, which obviously in his opinion, caused by a shot...a bullet...

"Hmm...time to change the bandage..." he said as he took out another set of bandages from his kit and then wrapped it around her arm in slow turns. She looked at him, observing each single movement he is doing. After a few seconds, he said, "Here! All done!"

"T-Thanks..." she just said, her head bowed down and her brows buried down in an unexplainable emotion.

"Oh...before I forget..." the man said as he offered his hand towards the black-haired maiden for a handshake.

She simply stared at his smiling face and then gazed her eyes on his hand. She let her left arm do the thing for her, therefore raising it slowly to shake his hand.

"I'm Alfred...Alfred F. Jones." the blond said.

She slightly smiled, and let her mouth speak her name.

"Just call me...Maria..."

A/N: Ho-ho-ho! Excited?

Watch out for this first-ever Piri x Alfie fan fiction...soon...

This is for all the Hetalia USPH pairing fans out there! This story's for you.

P.S. I don't own Hetalia Axis Powers and its canon characters, except for my OC used in this fan fic.

THANKS A BUNCH! Mwah!