Summary: 15 years after Amelia's dad was killed, she joins the Police force that he dedicated his life to. She has just come from the Police Academy and is partnered with Arthur Kirkland who made a promise to the same man that he would become a police officer. Now the two work to solve the 15 year cold case, with many challenges, including the young Russian Mafia boss who has found an interest in the young Amelia. Is this just a cold case? Or is it more personal?
Police Work
Prologue
Gunshots rang throughout the spacious warehouse, many gunshots. They terrified the small 10 year-old boy hiding. He was crouching behind a police officer with glasses who was shooting some of the bullets at a man on the other side of the building. After years and years of hard work, Officer Jones had finally caught up with the great "General Winter". This was his chance to make this city significantly safer, for his little girls. They were the reason he was out here, they were the reason he risked his life every day, they were what, to him, was worth it. Now if only he could take down Winter, and get the small British boy behind him out of here.
"Stop this silliness Winter! We both know this is your end!" He shouted across the warehouse.
"Нет[1], you underestimate me, Jones." Winter sneered from his hiding place. "If this is my end, then it is surely yours too!"
He moved closer to Jones. He gripped his guns with each move and shot at the man. Pretty soon he made his was behind Jones and the young boy he was protecting.
"You have a weakness, Jones." Winter spoke, startling both the young boy and the veteran Officer. He grabbed then boy, making Jones tense up. "You protect the weak, when you could just as easily escape with your life."
"And you only care about money, and don't deny it." Jones said pointing his gun at Winter.
"Ah, but if you shoot me, you kill the boy."
"L-let me go!" The boy spoke for the first time.
"Not a chance." General Winter snickered.
"Let him go Winter! This war is only between you and me."
"Aha! You still don't seem to understand! This goes farther than you could have ever imagined Jones! I may die, but I have those who will continue my work." Winter lifted the gun from the boy and aimed at himself.
BANG!
A gunshot rang one last time in the abandoned warehouse. Jones quickly grabbed the boy away from Winter's gasp as he fell to the ground. Jones then walked over to Winter. Winter looked at him and grabbed Jones' jacket.
"Know this Jones, Вы не можете остановить мои планы Джонса, этот город попадет в семью Брагинский.[2]" Winter said with his dying breath.
Jones moved away and reached for his radio. "I need back up now, an ambulance, and someone from child services."
"Back up on the way, until we get there calm the child down, Jones."
"Gotcha." The boy stayed still and silent until Jones came up to him. "What's your name?" Jones smiled.
"A-Arthur K-Kirkland." He muttered. "H-he killed mum…"
"I know… its ok, we'll get you home." Jones said in a tone with a hint of true sadness. "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"I-I don't know."
Jones reached into his pocket and took out his hat. "How 'bout you keep this while you think it over."
"T-thank you sir." Arthur muttered as he took the hat.
Jones took out a picture of his family. "You see these three girls? That's my wife and our two little girls. This is Amelia, she wants to be just like her dad when she gets older, and this is Madeline, she wants to be just like her mother, a doctor."
Then Jones heard footsteps. They were small, but he heard them. Arthur's eyes went wide as a boy, who looked no older than 14, pointed a gun at Jones, who turned around.
"Ты убил отца, ты должен умереть сейчас.[3]" Without much warning, the boy shot Jones, and then he left.
Arthur ran to Jones. He took the jacket off of the dying man. There was so much blood, he couldn't handle it, and he started to curl up. Jones stopped him. He handed the boy the radio.
"T-turn it o-on," He commanded, Arthur complied. "H-help."
"Hello?" The operator on the other line responded. "Jones is that you? Are playing another joke on us? You need to stop doing this."
"T-tell m-my family, I-I l-love them…"
"Jones?" This time the operator sounded a bit more frantic. "Jones? Jones, back up is almost there. Stay with us."
Sirens were heard in the distance. Arthur stayed with Officer Jones, until the ambulance took him.
"P-please! L-let me stay with him!" The child begged. They allowed it for once. Arthur sat next to Jones.
"S-so kid… thought about it?" Jones smiled through the pain.
"Y-yes sir… I want to be a police officer, just like you." Arthur stated with confidence.
"That's good kid… k-keep with the dream."
"S-sir… Are you going to be ok?"
"Y-yeah, the hero never truly dies."
They got to the hospital and rushed the officer to surgery. His wife was informed and she rushed to the surgical observation room. She was in tears as they tried franticly to remove the bullet. That night, a great hero died, and his name was Officer Alfred F. Jones.
The funeral was a grand event. The whole city mourned for the loss of the great officer who dedicated his short life to protecting it. His brother made it from Canada to see him off. His wife and children were with the casket every step of the way. Even Arthur made it to the funeral. He had begged his father to allow him to go, and he had allowed it. Once it was all done, Amelia stayed at the headstone. It read:
Here lies Alfred F. Jones
1970-1996
The Hero of the Police Force
Author's Note: GAH! It's so sad! I came up with this a while ago and only now did I write it out. The next chapter will hopefully make more sense if this one didn't. I would like to say that you may be confused that Alfred is dead and Arthur is younger than him… but all will make more sense in time… Unless you can guess where I'm going with this… Oh and if you guess who the boy is then you get a cookie ^.^
Translations: These are from Google translate, because I do not know Russian. If you do could you please tell me what I need to change.
[1] Нет – No
[2] Вы не можете остановить мои планы Джонса, этот город попадет в семью Брагинский. – you can not stop my plans Jones, this city will fall to the Braginski family
[3] Ты убил отца, ты должен умереть сейчас. – You killed father, you must die now.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or its characters; this is a fan fiction using the characters to portray a story that is only meant to entertain
Character guide: In case you didn't get the character(s) from this chapter: Amelia – America
Madeline – Canada