A/N: New story! Hello again, everyone. I just want to thank you all again for reading my very first story! I would have never thought that it would get so many reviews! I guess I was doing something right! And now that that one's done, I can begin writing this one. And hopefully, as you already know, I'm working on one story at a time. That's why it took me so long to get started on this one. I'm doing one story at a time because I feel that if I worked on more than one, it'll take me a lot longer to finish both. Because one will probably get more attention than the other and I'll feel rushed because it'll feel like I'm on a time crunch. I'll work on one so that it'll have my undivided attention and I can put my best in it. Also, I don't really know how long this story will be because it feels like it'll be short to me. It's like I can see what happens in the story, but I just can't seem to come up with what happens around the middle and the end. But, like I said in my last story, I don't mean to write long chapters but they turn out that way anyway. So, I'm pretty sure it'll be like my last story. The ideas will come flooding in soon enough. I'm also pretty nervous about this story because I don't know how it will stack up to my last one. I also fear I may get writer's block. But I'm hoping that I won't because I know what's going to happen. And by the way, I also heard that the site is probably going to delete all rated M stories. At any rate, I really hope that's not true because that'll be my whole line up of stories I have planned. I'm rating them M just to be safe, so yeah. And it makes no sense because why give the option to write rated M stories if they were just going to delete them anyway? Whatever, I don't know, but I really really hope that it's not true. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. And a few more things before I get started, since this is an AU, some historical facts may be distorted a bit for my personal gain and to fit in with the storyline, so be ready for that. And updates may be slow since I'll most likely be doing some research so that I can figure out what's going to happen. And also, I want it to be realistic so that it can be believable. Well, I should get started before I start to ramble.

Warnings! : Human names used, language, violence, spies, Nazis, drama. Cross dressing (yes, I said it. You'll find out why soon enough.) but I had to mentally fight myself on deciding whether I should or not, but I eventually decided to. Takes place in Nazi Germany.

Pairings : Germany x America. Other characters included are : England, Russia, France, China, and maybe Canada and Prussia, but don't call me on that, I'm only just thinking about it.

I have hopes for this story and I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing. Anyways, thanks for reading and I hope you give this second story a chance like you did my last one. And thanks for reading and reviewing.

And with that, my second story that's been a long time coming starts now!

Chapter 1

It was an ordinary day as Alfred walked down the hallway.

He'd got a call a few days earlier from his boss telling him to meet him on this day.

He had no idea what was going to happen, but he was sure that it would be exciting.

Alfred continued strolling down the hallway, hands in his pockets and watching people walking past him.

When he finally got to the office he opened the door without a single knock.

"You wanted to see me, boss?" Alfred asked.

But no answer.

"Uh, hello? You there?" Alfred called louder.

Alfred was about to turn around and leave when all of a sudden, the big chair behind the desk turned around.

"Hi, Alfred." came a soft voice.

"Wha-?" Alfred said as he turned around.

There was now a person sitting in the chair.

He was smiling softly.

"Wh-Wha-Mattie?! What are you doing here?!" Alfred asked, shocked.

The person's smile faded just a bit. "I don't really like it when you call me that. It's too informal. Call me Matthew."

"Sorry. It's just that you surprised me." Alfred said.

"I would say so." Matthew said.

Alfred stopped. "Wait, so where's my boss at? He told me to meet him here. Dammit, if this is a trick I'm gonna be really pissed off!" Alfred said, crossing his arms.

"He, uh, stepped out. He said he had something to attend to. So he told me to tell you what you're supposed to do." Matthew said, as he looked down at the big desk in front of him.

Alfred scoffed. "Figures he'd do that. Why does he get to go out and have fun while I have to work?" Alfred asked.

Matthew rolled his eyes. "That's not important right now. He told me to fill in for him. Now, do you want to know about the mission or not?" Matthew asked.

Alfred sighed, heavily before saying, "Fine, what is it?"

Matthew smiled again and began reading the papers that were given to him.

"'Alfred. You're probably wondering why I've called you here today. Well, you're here because I have a special assignment for you.'" Matthew read out before he was interrupted.

"Ooh, a special assignment?!" Alfred asked, eyes sparkling with excitement. "What is it?! What is it?!"

"Will you let me finish?" Matthew asked.

"Sorry." Alfred said.

Matthew continued to read on.

"'As I'm sure you already know about the current situation going on all across Europe. Your mission, if you choose to accept it, will be to investigate deeper in the situation. Our intelligence suggests that there will be a grand ball held in Berlin. You job will be to infiltrate the party and gather up information regarding what those bastards plan to do next. You know the old saying of know thy enemy and such. You'll be our eyes on the inside. But don't draw to much attention to yourself. Blend in so you don't stick out. However, you won't be in this by yourself. There are others who have the same objectives. You are to rendezvous with them at a special location once you reach Berlin. Matthew will bring you up to speed on the rest. Give 'em hell.'" Matthew said, as he finished reading.

Alfred groaned. "Aww, another one?! Dammit, can I just get a break? There are things I wanna do, you know!" Alfred complained.

"Now's not the time to be complaining, Alfred. You need to do this!" Matthew implored.

Alfred sighed. "Alright, I'll do it. But I would much rather be at home sleeping or something." Alfred said.

Matthew smiled.

Alfred crossed his arms and grumbled, "Hmph, stupid boss. Makin' me do work all the time. Why doesn't he do something himself for once? Lazy bastard."

"'I'm sure Alfred has just made a cutting remark, but what he doesn't know is that I've booked a private jet to take him to Berlin. The best money can buy. He'll fly in style and he can sleep all he wants till he gets there. I even hooked him up with a fancy place to stay while he's there. But he better not make me regret it.'" Matthew finished reading with a smug look on his face.

"What?! No way, a jet?! And a mansion? That's so cool!" Alfred exclaimed.

"Now, don't you see, Alfred? He trusts you enough to give you a jet ride. And you don't want to go? And he didn't say a mansion. Don't get your hopes up. " Matthew said.

"No, No, I'll go! I'll gladly go and kick some ass if it means I keep getting perks like this!" Alfred said, excited.

"You need to do this, Alfred. You're the best we've got. Frankly, I don't know how you haven't gotten caught yet." Matthew said.

"Well, I guess I'm just gifted!" Alfred said, puffing out his chest and beaming.

"Don't get too cocky." Matthew chided. "A lot of people have gotten in a lot of trouble like that."

Alfred waved a hand in the air, dismissively, and said, airily, "Oh, don't worry, Mattie! I got it all covered! They won't notice a thing!"

Matthew's eyes narrowed. "I told you not to call me that!" Matthew yelled, but was more of a whine.

Alfred laughed loudly.

Matthew huffed.

"So, when do I leave?" Alfred asked.

"Tomorrow." Matthew said.

"Aww, what?! Tomorrow?! You mean I can't have any fun before I leave?" Alfred asked.

"No, Alfred, this is serious! You're leaving tomorrow. You need to get there and meet up with the others as soon as possible! You have until then to pack your stuff." Matthew said.

Alfred groaned. "Fine. But this better all be worth it." Alfred said.

"Judging from what he's doing for you, I'd say that it is." Matthew said.

Alfred suddenly perked up. "Oh, yeah, what about the people I'm supposed to meet? Who are they?" Alfred asked, curious.

"I don't really know them. All I know is that they're the best the others had to offer. So you'll be in good company." Matthew said.

"Oh." was all Alfred could manage to say.

He'd hoped to hear about his future team members, but he guessed that it would have to wait until he got there.

It'd be more of a surprise anyways.

"Do you have any questions?" Matthew asked.

"I don't know. Is there anything else I need to know?" Alfred asked.

"Uh, don't get caught?" was all Matthew could really say.

He'd covered everything.

What the mission was, how he'd get there, where he'd be staying and all of the other precautions.

"Oh, come on! You know me! Have I ever gotten caught before?" Alfred asked.

"Well, no, but you can't be too sure." Matthew said.

"Ah, you worry too much. I'll be fine!" Alfred said, confidently.

Alfred then turned around and began walking towards the door.

"Oh, and Alfred, one more thing." Matthew added.

"Yeah? What's that?" Alfred asked, looking back at Matthew.

"For God's sake please don't act like yourself. Blend in remember. Act just like them so as to not draw attention to yourself." Matthew reminded.

Alfred rolled his eyes. "Pffft. Oh, come on, Matthew, I know that! I'm not the best for nothing am I?" Alfred asked.

"I suppose not, but I still want you to be careful." Matthew said.

"Ok, ok, I will." Alfred said, trying to reassure Matthew.

Matthew sighed.

Alfred was about to pull open the door when he stopped and turned around.

"Hey, Matthew?" Alfred called.

"Yes?" Matthew asked.

"Can I ask you something?" Alfred asked.

"Go ahead." Matthew said.

"When I came in earlier and asked if anyone was here, why didn't you say anything? And what was with that chair thing?" Alfred asked.

"You're boss told me to do it." Matthew said.

Alfred cocked an eyebrow. "Huh? Why?" Alfred asked, confused.

"He said it makes you feel powerful. Like you're the big bad boss." Matthew said.

Alfred scoffed. "He always does that. It's not like he's in control all the time. I should be the one doing that! Cocky bastard." Alfred said.

Matthew smiled. "It did feel kind of nice. To feel like I'm in charge." Matthew said.

Alfred huffed and pulled open the door.

But before he walked out, he heard Matthew call after him again.

"I'm serious, Alfred. Be careful. I want you to come back here in one piece." Matthew said.

"Aww, is Mattie worried about me? That's so sweet!" Alfred said in a mocking tone.

Matthew blushed and stood up out of the chair. "I-I told you not to call me that! And I didn't say I was worried!" Matthew yelled.

"Mattie, Mattie, Mattie!" Alfred mocked.

And Alfred ducked out of the way just in time as a tape dispenser flew right past him and into the wall.

Matthew was looking at Alfred, angrily, face still red.

Alfred looked down at the tape dispenser on the floor and looked back up saying, "You dropped something." with a big smile on his face.

"Y-You see?! That's what I'm talking about! If they see you act like that then you're going to get caught! Act natural!" Matthew yelled.

"Oh, I will! But until I get there, I'll act like myself!" Alfred said.

And with that Alfred walked out of the office.

"And another thing! No flirting!" Matthew yelled after Alfred.

Alfred had to backtrack to look at Matthew in disbelief.

"Aww, come on! You're taking away all the fun! What am I supposed to do out there for fun?" Alfred asked.

"Uh, maybe you could do your job! You're supposed to be on a mission, not getting in anyone's pants! Remember, they're the enemy! So don't sleep with any of them!" Matthew said.

Alfred giggled. "Can't promise you that one! But I'll see what I can do." Alfred said, smiling.

Matthew huffed and slumped back down in the big chair and buried his face in his hands. "Your carelessness will be the death of you one day." Matthew said, lowly.

"Me, careless? Ha! Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Alfred said.

"For your sake, I hope you do." Matthew said.

And with that, Alfred walked back out of the office and down the hallway from where he came.

And as he neared the exit, he couldn't help but grow more and more excited.

He was going to ride a luxury jet to Berlin, stay in what he'd hoped was a mansion, and get to go to a party and maybe have a little fun.

Definitely a much better attitude leaving than coming in.

This was going to be fun.

Alfred could tell.

It was just a matter of waiting to see what kind of fun would unfold.

The best kind of fun was not knowing what would happen next.

Maybe going on yet another mission wouldn't be so bad after all.

When Alfred got home, he immediately started packing, eager to get everything out of the way.

Everything from clothes to spy gear.

And Alfred loved spy gear.

It was a thrill unlike any other.

Getting information on people without their knowledge and without even talking to them.

Night vision binoculars, tiny microphones and earpieces, weapons and much more.

He felt like a super-secret agent or something.

It was almost like being a superhero.

And that was what Alfred liked the most.

He felt like he was invincible when he was in spy mode.

Oh, he could spy and infiltrate with the best of them.

Unseen and unheard.

Yes, it was a thrill unlike any other.

Nothing else could compare.


This was the closest he could get to being a superhero.

Only without the superpowers.

But Alfred still loved the feeling nonetheless.

After he got done packing, Alfred lay back on the bed, looking back up on the ceiling.

He wondered about the things he'd encounter on this new mission.

He'd never been to Berlin before, so this would all be new to him.

"Berlin, huh?" Alfred muttered to himself.

He lay there for a while, thinking, daydreaming about what it'd be like.

Alfred then let out a big sigh and sat up. "Well, I guess I just gotta wait and see." Alfred mused.

Getting up, Alfred decided to get something to eat.

Who knows when he'll get another chance to?

Maybe on the ride there?

Gourmet food before going on espionage?



Alfred was drooling just thinking about it.

At any rate, he was hungry so he went into the kitchen to make dinner.

He couldn't really figure out what to make, so he just ended up making a simple burger.

Yeah, sure it wasn't really the healthiest of food for an elite spy like Alfred to eat since he had to stay fit.

But they were just so damn good!

Oh well, he'll work it off soon enough.

And plus, there was something about a homemade burger that a fast food simply couldn't do.

He couldn't put his finger on it but…

It was just so…different.

He couldn't describe it.

But whatever.

No time to be thinking about the differences between home cooked food and fast food.

He had a job to do.

He was going on a top secret mission.

Oh, God, the feeling of just that a lot excited Alfred as he chowed down on his hamburger.

When Alfred finished, he let out a loud burp. "Oh, God, that was so good!" Alfred said, contentedly.

When he was done, he spent the rest of the day doing what he usually did.

Which was more or less lazing around the house, watching TV and laughing loudly at the events on the screen.

Just because he was a spy didn't mean he had to act like one all the time.

When nightfall approached, Alfred let out a big yawn and stretched.

He turned off the TV before getting up and walking to his bedroom.

Taking off his clothes and glasses, Alfred climbed into bed and collapsed all over himself.

"Tired." Alfred mumbled sleepily to himself.

And within minutes, Alfred fell fast asleep, snoring softly.

The next morning, Alfred woke up, still groggy and drool trailing out of his mouth to a loud blaring alarm.

"No, not yet." Alfred mumbled, sleepily.

Reaching over, Alfred tried to find the alarm clock with closed eyes.

After a short while of fumbling, Alfred finally found the clock and pressed the snooze button.

He then rolled over and went back to sleep.

As Alfred slept, he rolled around in the bed, messing up the blankets.

As he snored, he rolled over yet again and, for a split second, he felt like he was weightless.

Until he was met by a very hard and cold floor.

Alfred groaned in pain when he hit the floor, wrapped up in his blanket.

"Ugh! Oh, alright, alright, I'm getting up!" Alfred groaned.

Unwrapping himself from the blanket, Alfred got up still sleepy.

He threw the blanket back on the bed and was about to walk out before he looked back.

Well, he was going on his mission today and he wouldn't be back for a while.

Might as well make his bed up.

Groaning, Alfred walked back over to the bed and straightened it up.

After he was done, he decided to but some clothes on before going downstairs and into the kitchen.

Once he was fully clothed, he looked back at the bed and he sighed sadly.

The newly made bed just looked so inviting!

And so, fighting back the urge to just collapse back on the bed, Alfred forced himself into the kitchen to make breakfast.

When he was done eating, he went into the living room and slumped on the couch before turning on the TV.

A few hours later, Alfred was still watching TV.

Sleep was still threatening to come, but he had to stay awake.

As he watched TV with sleepy eyes, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Alfred groaned because he didn't want to get up since the couch was so comfortable and warm.

It rang a few more times before he got up to go answer it.

He sighed before opening up the door to a smiling Matthew.

"Hi, Alfred. Are you ready to go?" Matthew asked.

"Hmm?" Alfred mumbled.

"Your mission? Remember, you're leaving today?" Matthew reminded.

"Hm? Oh, yeah…right." Alfred said.

Matthew sighed. "You just woke up didn't you?" Matthew asked.

"Yeah. Sorta." Alfred said, yawning.

"Well, get ready. You need to get going." Matthew said.

"Alright, just let me get my stuff." Alfred said.

Matthew waited at the door with crossed arms.

A short while later, Alfred returned, suitcase in tow and a case full of his equipment.

"Ok, I'm ready." Alfred said.

"Good." Matthew said.

Matthew walked down the steps, Alfred following behind.

"So, where's your car at?" Alfred asked.

Matthew smiled. "Oh no, Alfred, I'm not driving. We're going in this." Matthew said, motioning to a shiny black limousine.

"Ooh!" Alfred said, intrigued.

"Yeah. When your boss said you were going in style, he meant it." Matthew said, smiling.

Alfred immediately got inside, admiring the interior.

"Nice, isn't it?" Matthew asked, getting in beside Alfred.

"Sure is." Alfred said.

Matthew smiled before closing the door. "Take us to the airport, please." Matthew called up to the driver.

The driver nodded and started up the limousine before pulling off.

As they got farther and farther from his house, Alfred looked back at it with a sad look.

"Don't worry, Alfred, we'll have someone watch your house for you." Matthew reassured.

Alfred turned back around. "Ok." Alfred said as he slumped down into the seat.

As they rode, Alfred occupied himself with opening up various compartments inside the interior.

"Alfred, can you stop doing that?" Matthew asked.

"What? I'm just curious." Alfred said.

Matthew sighed as Alfred continued opening and closing compartments.

"Ooh, a mini bar." Alfred said.

"Don't touch that!" Matthew snapped.

"Aww, why?" Alfred asked.

"You need to be focused on the task at hand, not getting drunk." Matthew said.

Alfred groaned and closed the door before sitting back into the seat. "You're no fun." Alfred grumbled.

They rode the rest of the way to the airport in silence.

When they reached the airport, Alfred watched planes take off and land.

The limousine drove up to a checkpoint and the driver flashed the guard his ID.

The guard nodded and let the gate up.

They drove through until they were on a giant lot.

They opened the door and got out as Alfred looked around.

"Ok, so uh…what now?" Alfred asked, confused.

"Just wait, Alfred." Matthew said.

And a few minutes later, they heard a loud roaring coming up behind them.

Alfred turned around and saw it.

The private jet.

Shiny, a blinding white and very sleek.

Alfred's eyes widened and any grogginess from earlier that morning disappeared instantly.

"Dude! That is awesome!" Alfred cried, eyes sparkling with delight.

Matthew smiled as Alfred ran over to check out his ride to Berlin.

The pilot got out and stood next to Matthew as they watched Alfred gush over the jet.

"Is this the one you were tellin' me about?" the pilot asked.

Matthew sighed, saying, "Yeah. He is."

Alfred giggled as he felt the smooth touch of the jet underneath his fingers. "Oh, God. This…is so cool!" Alfred cried.

"And this is the best you got? You sure you can trust him?" the pilot asked, cocking an eyebrow behind dark sunglasses.

Matthew sighed, sadly. "Yeah. But don't worry. He may act like an idiot sometimes but he's more than capable. He knows what he's doing." Matthew said.

They continued watching Alfred for a few more minutes as he marveled at the aircraft.

"Ok, Alfred, that's enough." Matthew said, walking up to Alfred.

Alfred had his arms spread out as he rubbed his cheek, adoringly, on the cold metal.

Alfred sighed, happily.

"Alfred, get off! You're making a fool of yourself!" Matthew snapped.

Matthew practically had to pry Alfred off of the fuselage of the jet.

Alfred continued to eye the craft as if it had been a gift from God.

"Alfred, go get your stuff and put it inside." Matthew said.

Alfred sighed, sadly, as he broke eye contact with his ride to go get his things.

He return in an instant and smiled happily.

The pilot opened the side door of the fuselage, showing a piece of what Alfred would be experiencing on the way to Berlin.

Alfred was dumbstruck.

"Well? Get in." Matthew said.

Alfred didn't need to be told twice.

He bounded up the steps and walked in.

Matthew was about to follow him when all of a sudden…

"Oh, my God!" Alfred screamed.

Matthew ran inside after Alfred. "What, what, what is it?" Matthew asked.

He saw Alfred standing there, his things on the floor.

Alfred turned around to face Matthew. "It's better than I expected!" Alfred cried.

Matthew rolled his eyes. "For God's sake, you scared me. I thought something was wrong. Just put your stuff up." Matthew sighed.

Alfred smiled as he sighed, happily.

When his things were safely tucked away, he turned to Matthew. "This is so great!" Alfred said, excitedly.

"Just make sure to behave yourself." Matthew said.

"Sure thing!" Alfred said.

Alfred looked around the cabin in awe.

And of course, he started looking in things and opening drawers.

He looked back at Matthew then, confused. "Well? Aren't you going to leave?" Alfred asked.

"No." Matthew said, simply.

"Huh? Why not?" Alfred asked.

"You think I'd let you be the only one to ride a luxury jet plane? I don't think so. I'm riding with you too." Matthew said with a smile.

"Oh. Ok. Ooh, at least I won't have to fly by myself. I'd go crazy from boredom with no one to talk to." Alfred said.

"Yeah. You don't get to have all the fun, you know." Matthew said.

The pilot came into the cabin then. "You guys ready? We gotta take off soon." the pilot said.

"Yep!" Alfred said, excited.

"Great. Now let's get out of here." the pilot said, walking forward towards the cockpit.

"Oh, boy, I can't wait!" Alfred gushed.

"Calm down, Alfred." Matthew chided.

The pilot stopped before he got into the cockpit at turned around. "We're gonna be airborne for a while before we get there, so I suggest you get comfortable." the pilot said.

"You don't gotta worry about that! We'll be fine! In fact, I'm comfortable already!" Alfred beamed.

"Oh, Alfred." Matthew said, resting his head in the palm of his hand.

The pilot smiled and walked into the cockpit.

A few minutes later the door to the fuselage closed.

Alfred smiled with delight and rushed over to a window.

Then the pilot started up the jet.

Alfred squealed as he felt the engines roar to life.

Matthew sighed, exasperatedly.

The limousine that had brought them there was already pulling off.

"Alfred, will you sit down and buckle up before you fall over. The seatbelt light is on." Matthew said.

Alfred begrudgingly sat down next to Matthew and put his seatbelt on.

The jet suddenly began slowly crawling towards the runway.

Alfred was absolutely brimming with excitement.

When they finally reached the runway, they sat there waiting for permission for takeoff.

A short while later, the jet began rolling down the runway.

As they went farther down, the jet began picking up speed.

The jet rolled faster and faster.

As they picked up more speed, Alfred felt himself sinking back into his seat.

They were going so fast, he was actually stuck to his seat!

Oh, God, what a rush!

A few seconds later, the jet tipped back and Alfred watched with wide eye full of excitement as the ground got farther and farther away.

As they ascended, everything on the ground looked like tiny specks.

The jet finally evened out as they reached their cruising altitude.

The seatbelt light went off and Alfred immediately unbuckled his seatbelt and jumped out of his seat.

Matthew unbuckled his as well and turned back toward Alfred. "Alfred, don't go crazy, ok? We're gonna be here for a while. You have plenty of time to look around." Matthew said.

"I know, but just look at this place! It's so awesome!" Alfred said.

Matthew just sighed.

"I wonder what kind of good food they have on here." Alfred said, digging through various cabinets.

"Don't go eating everything." Matthew said.

Alfred gasped. "Why, I'm offended you would even say that! I don't eat everything!" Alfred cried.

Matthew shook his head saying, "I'm just saying don't make yourself sick by eating too much."

"Eh, I'm not really hungry anyway and I was just curious. I'm too excited. Maybe when I get bored I'll look around some more." Alfred said, going back to his seat and lying back.

"Don't worry, there's plenty of food so we'll be fine." Matthew said.

Alfred sighed. "So, when do you think we'll get there?" Alfred asked.

"I'm not sure. We should get there by nightfall. So, we have all day." Matthew said.

"Oh." Alfred said as he looked out the window.

The bright blue ocean was visible past several clouds.

All day, huh?

"So, what do you wanna do?" Alfred asked.

Matthew shrugged. "I guess we could watch a movie." Matthew suggested.

"Oh, good, I'll get the snacks!" Alfred said, jumping out of his seat.

Matthew sighed as Alfred returned with an armful of snacks.

Popcorn, gourmet assorted chocolates, strawberries, a chocolate fountain, cheese fondue, and whatever else he could carry.

They spent a few hours watching movies with Alfred laughing obnoxiously and eating handfuls of snacks.

"Oh, God! Dude, this is so good!" Alfred said.

"That's because you're the one eating most of it. I've barely had any before you started inhaling everything." Matthew muttered.

"That's why you gotta eat fast, Mattie! Live in the moment!" Alfred said.

"That's a stupid reason." Matthew said.

Alfred laughed as he continued stuffing food into his mouth.

The sun began setting on the horizon as they hours went by.

They had long since stopped watching movies as Alfred complained that he was bored.

Matthew obliged as, he too, became rather bored.

With nothing else to really do, they just talked.

About nothing in particular.

Just whatever was on their minds, what Berlin would be like, and what Alfred would do when he got there.

Alfred let out a big yawn. "Well, I'm gonna go to sleep. I don't wanna be tired for my super-secret mission!" Alfred beamed.

"Alright. I'll join you later. I need to ask the pilot how much longer." Matthew said.

"Ok." Alfred said as he walked toward the back of the jet.

Matthew got up and walked towards the cockpit.

He was about to knock on the door when he heard Alfred cry out.

"Dude, a waterbed! They have a waterbed! This is so awesome!" Alfred exclaimed.

Alfred jumped on the waterbed with an excited cheer.

Matthew smiled before turning back and knocking on the door. "Um, excuse me? It's me, Matthew. May I come in?" Matthew asked, quietly.

"It's open." the pilot said.

Matthew twisted the knob and opened the door. "I'm sorry to interrupt." Matthew apologized.

"It's ok, kid. Nothin' to really do up but just sit here and stare at the horizon. It's pretty nice, actually." the pilot said.

"Oh." Matthew said.

"So, what can I do for you?" the pilot said.

"Oh, I just wanted to ask you a question." Matthew said.

"Yeah? Go on." the pilot said.

"I just wanted to know how much longer until we get there." Matthew said.

"Just a few more hours. Give or take." the pilot said.

"Oh. Ok, then." Matthew said.

"Any particular reason?" the pilot asked.

"Oh, uh…it's just that I was kind of tired and I needed to know when to get up. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep on you mr. uhh…" Matthew said, trailing off.

"Jack. Just call me Jack. I didn't even think to tell you my name." Jack said.

Matthew smiled. "No, that's ok." Matthew said, relieved that he wouldn't have to go through an awkward moment.

"But anyway, it's fine. Go to sleep. I don't mind." Jack said.

"But aren't you going to get sleepy?" Matthew asked.

Jack laughed, saying, "Nah, I'm a pilot! I can stay up all night!"

Matthew chuckled. "I'm sorry, people say I worry too much. Especially Alfred." Matthew said.

"Well, thanks for that. Don't worry, I'm fine." Jack said, with a smile.

"Oh, ok. Well, I'm going to head back. I should be up before we land." Matthew said, before walking out.

"Oh, wait, that reminds me!" Jack said, which stopped Matthew.

"Yes? What is it?" Matthew asked.

"We're not actually landing in Berlin. Don't wanna get shot down, you know?" Jack chuckled.

"Oh? So, then where are we landing?" Matthew asked.

"I got a message earlier saying that we were to be landing somewhere where we wouldn't be noticed. I have directions to a supposed deserted airstrip. There's going to be someone to take you the rest of the way by land." Jack said.

"Oh. Well, I'll let Alfred know. He'll be confused if I don't tell him." Matthew said.

"Alright. But be ready to leave soon. I have to leave as soon as I finish refueling. Get in get out, you know?" Jack warned.

"Yeah." Matthew said.

"Well, I'll see you when we get there. Have a good rest." Jack said.

"Alright. Thanks, Jack." Matthew said, before walking out of the cockpit and closing the door.

He walked back into the cabin and sighed at the mess Alfred had made before he cleaned up.

He then walked to the back of the jet where the beds were located.

"Hey, Alfred, I just talked to the pilot and he-oh…" Matthew said as he looked down at Alfred.

He was fast asleep with a smiled still plastered of his face and glasses crooked.

Matthew smiled and took Alfred's glasses off and set them on the small end table next to the bed.

He took he own glasses off before lying down as well.

He gasped slightly at the feel of the bed.

He'd never laid on a waterbed before, so this was an entirely new experience for him.

He shifted a bit before finding a comfortable position.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Hours passed as they both slept, Matthew soundly and Alfred messing up the bed sheets.

A few more hours passed before Matthew woke up, groggily.

"Oh, how long was I asleep?" Matthew asked, sleepily, before looking out the window with bleary eyes.

He saw city lights below.

That must have meant that they were landing soon.

And so, getting out of bed and walking over to Alfred, Matthew began waking him up. "Alfred? Alfred, get up. We're about to land soon. Get your stuff." Matthew said, shaking Alfred lightly.

Alfred groaned.

"Alfred, get up. We're going to have to leave as soon as we get there." Matthew said, shaking, Alfred harder.

"Oh, just a few more minutes, Mattie. I'm tired." Alfred moaned, half-asleep.

Matthew groaned and got up, crossing his arms.

"Whatever." Matthew said. "You'll wake yourself up anyway."

And so, Matthew put his glasses back on and walked out of the bedroom as Alfred continued to snore away.

He walked to his seat and sat down.

And a few minutes later, he heard a thud and a grunt of pain.

"Owwww." Alfred moaned out.

Matthew smiled to himself. "I told him to get up." Matthew said to himself.

Alfred staggered forward, hair a mess and glasses slightly crooked. "Why didn't you wake me up?" Alfred asked.

"I tried, but you wouldn't get up." Matthew said.

"Well, you should have tried harder. That hurt." Alfred said.

"You say that every time." Matthew sighed.

Alfred grumbled, still sleepy and sat down. "So, when are we getting there?" Matthew asked.

"From what I'm guessing, in a little while." Matthew said.

"Oh." Alfred said.

The intercom suddenly came on. "Guys if you're awake, we're gonna be landing in about ten minutes. Be ready because we have to do the transfer quickly." Jack said over the intercom.

"Oh, yeah, that's right." Matthew said.

"Huh? What's right? What did he mean when he said transfer? What transfer?" Alfred asked.

"I forgot to tell you that, we're not landing in Berlin. Well, for obvious reasons. So, we're taking a little detour." Matthew said.

"To where?" Alfred asked.

"I don't really know. Jack said to some abandoned airstrip." Matthew said.

"Jack? Who's Jack?" Alfred asked.

"Oh, yeah, that's the pilot's name." Matthew said.

"Oh." Alfred said.

"Anyway." Matthew continued. "We're landing there and there's going to be another escort to take us to Berlin by land."

"Ooh, I hope it's another limo." Alfred said, smiling.

"Don't count on it. We don't want to attract unwanted attention." Matthew said.

But Alfred ignored him and fantasized about how they'd get there the rest of the way.

A short while later, the city lights disappeared as they got lower.

It also got darker the further they got.

They finally touched down on the runway.

The jet stopped a short ways down the runway and was met by a small ground crew.

Alfred got his things as the door to the cabin opened.

He walked down the steps with Matthew following behind.

Alfred looked around and, just like he thought, there was a limousine waiting to take them to Berlin.

Alfred laughed and dropped his things. "Ha, I fuckin' called it! I knew it! In your face, Mattie!" Alfred exclaimed, pointing at Matthew.

Matthew groaned. "You don't have to be so obnoxious it." Matthew said.

Alfred grabbed up his stuff and ran towards the limousine.

He tossed his stuff inside and turned back to Matthew. "Come on, Mattie!" Alfred said, impatiently.

Matthew sighed again.

Jack then walked up beside him. "Well, you'd better go. It sounds like he wants to get going." Jack said.

"Alright." Matthew said. "And by the way, thanks for the ride."

"No problem." Jack said.

"So, will you be heading out now?" Matthew asked.

"No, not yet. I need to refuel first before I go anywhere." Jack said.

"Hurry up!" Alfred called out.

"Well, you'd better go. He looks like he's gonna die from excitement." Jack said, chuckling.

Matthew laughed. "Yeah. He's not one you want to keep waiting." Matthew said.

"We'll, I'll see you later." Jack said. "And tell that guy to calm down a bit."

"Don't worry, I will. Bye." Matthew said waving and running off towards Alfred.

Alfred was already inside when Matthew finally arrived.

"Geez, man, what took you so long?" Alfred asked.

Matthew rolled his eyes and shut the door. "Oh, shut up. You're so impatient, Alfred. Calm down." Matthew said.

Once they were situated, the driver pulled off.

"Does he know where to go?" Matthew asked.

"Yeah, he said we'll be there in no time." Alfred asked.

"Ok, that's good." Matthew said.

"Wow, when boss said I'd be riding in style, he meant it." Alfred said.

"You'd better do this mission successfully if you want to keep getting this special treatment." Matthew said.

"Ah, don't worry, I told you I'd be fine." Alfred said.

"Well, I hope so." Matthew said.

Alfred sighed, contentedly as he settled back into the seats.

About an hour or two passed before they began seeing city lights.

"Now remember, you're supposed to rendezvous with the others when we get there. Once there, you'll meet and go to the safe house and get ready to start the mission." Matthew said.

"Yeah, uh-huh." Alfred said, looking out of the window.

Matthew sighed, exasperatedly. "Alfred, are you even listening to me?" Matthew asked.

"Yeah, I'm listening." Alfred said.

Matthew continued briefing Alfred on the mission objectives as he started blankly out the window.

"Now, you got all that?" Matthew asked.

"Yep." Alfred said.

"Do you need me to repeat anything?" Matthew asked.

"Nope. I got it all up here." Alfred said, tapping on his head.

"Good. You'd better." Matthew said, satisfied.

They watched as city lights continued to pass by.

The lights then started becoming few and far between.

"Hey, where are we going?" Alfred asked.

"It's a secluded area where you won't be seen. The safe house is near there. It's also where you'll meet the other members of your group." the driver said.

"Oh." Alfred said.

A short while later, they began slowing down as they came closer and closer to the meeting place.

They stopped near an abandoned alley at the edge of the city.

There was a park on the other side of the street.

"We're here." the driver said. "You are to meet them at that park over there. It's the only place where you won't be seen."

"Alright, Alfred, you know what to do." Matthew said.

"Yeah, yeah, meet up with the group, plan for the mission, and blah, blah, blah." Alfred said.

"For your sake, I hope that that 'blah, blah, blah' means that you know what to do." Matthew said.

"Stop worrying, Mattie, I'm a spy. Of course I know what to do!" Alfred said, confidently.

"Well, good. And don't worry about your stuff. I'll go ahead and put them in the safe house for you." Matthew said.

"Alright." Alfred said.

"See you later. And promise me that you won't make a fool of yourself." Matthew said.

"Alright, I promise." Alfred said, raising a hand.

"Good. Now, I have to go take care of a few things, but the driver will be back to escort you all to the safe house." Matthew said.

"Wait, where are you going?" Alfred asked.

"I'm just going to tell your boss that we've arrived safely and preparations for the mission are being executed. Once I'm doing talking to him and making sure everything is ok, it's back to headquarters for me." Matthew said.

"Wait, you're not staying?" Alfred asked.

"No. I'm just here to make sure you've arrived. And besides, you're the master spy, not me." Matthew said.

"Hmm. Master spy, huh? I like the sound of that." Alfred said, rubbing his chin.

"Well, don't get used to it. Oh, and before I forget, call if something happens. Even though it may seem like it, you're not alone." Matthew said, holding out a piece of paper with a phone number on it.

"Oh, come on, don't get all sappy on me!" Alfred groaned.

Matthew blushed. "I'm not getting sappy! I just want you to know that you have support! That's all!" Matthew said.

Alfred sighed. "Alright." Alfred said, taking the number.

"Now, you make sure to keep it with you." Matthew said.

"Ok, ok, geez." Alfred said.

"Good. Now, be careful." Matthew said, smiling.

"Yeah, yeah." Alfred said, dismissively.

"Goodbye." Matthew said.

"See ya." Alfred said.

And with that Matthew closed the door and the limousine drove off.

Alfred watched as it went down the street before adjusting his jacket and walking forward.

He crossed the street and into the dimly lit park.

He heard talking and he instantly hid behind a tree.

Peeking his head out, Alfred saw a group of people.

There were four of them standing around a statue.

He focused more as he tried to listen to what they were saying.

"Where the bloody hell is he?" a man with short blond hair asked. "It's getting really cold out."

"Well, maybe he got lost or something. You should be more patient, mon ami. These things take time." said another man with longer blond hair.

"Will you stop calling me that? I don't even know you or like you!" said the short haired blond man.

The man with long blond hair laughed. "Ah, then why do you blush?" he asked.

"I-I'm blushing, you bloody idiot! It's just cold out here!" the short haired blond snapped.

"Whatever you say, mon ami. Blame it on the cold. It'll help you sleep tonight, no?" the long hair blond asked.

Alfred watched them with a curious eye.

Judging from their accents, he guessed the short blond haired man was British.

The longer haired blond seemed to be French.

But what about the other two?

Who were they?

One of them sighed. "I hate it when they argue like this." said a man with long brown hair. "It's really pointless.

"Well, I think it's funny." said a tall man with silvery hair and a smile.

"Even so, there's nothing we can do until he gets here." the brown haired man said. "We just have to wait. Even if it is cold."

"I don't mind. I'm used to the cold." the tall silver haired man said.

And judging from their accents, he guessed that the brown haired man was Chinese.

And the tall silver haired man was Russian.

The Brit and the Frenchman continued arguing about whether they should keep waiting or not.

The Chinese man just shook his head and crossed his arms.

While the Russian man just looked on with a smile on his face.

And it was then that Alfred realized it.

"Wait. Are they waiting for me?" Alfred asked himself.

They must have been from the way they were talking.

Alfred continued eyeing the group, contemplating whether he should introduce himself.

They didn't seem to be threatening.

Maybe a bit awkward but certainly not threatening.

Alfred hesitated a bit before walking forward.

Deciding that he should introduce himself and finally meet the people he was supposed to be working with, Alfred took a tentative step forward.

And another.

And another.

And another until he began walking slowly towards the group.

He made sure that he didn't step on any twigs or leaves.

After all, stealth was a spy's greatest asset.

When he got closer, Alfred saw that the Brit had his hands around the Frenchman's neck, shaking vigorously.

The Frenchman was just laughing which proceeded to piss the Brit off more.

The Chinese man sighed, exasperatedly.

While the Russian just giggled and watched.


What a bunch of weird people.

Before he got to the light around the statue, Alfred decided to call out to them.

He was actually surprised that they hadn't noticed him yet.

Damn, he was good!

But his pride you have to be put aside for later.

He had a job to do.

Like Matthew had said, 'Don't make a fool of yourself.'

And so, Alfred finally spoke up amidst the sounds of grunting and laughing.

"Uh…hello?" Alfred called out.

The Brit stopped strangling the Frenchman and they all looked over at the direction of the noise.

"Hello? Is this the rendezvous point?" Alfred asked as he finally stepped into the light.

They all just looked at him in confusion.

"Um, I overheard you guys saying that you were supposed to be waiting for someone. Were you waiting for me?" Alfred asked.

"Wait a minute. You overheard?! I didn't see you or hear you! And you just let us stand out here in the cold?!" the Brit asked.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't sure if you were the right ones. I've never seen any of you before, so I was a little cautious." Alfred said.

"What the hell?! That's no excuse!" the Brit said.

He proceeded to walk towards Alfred, but was stopped when the Frenchman hooked his arms under his.

"Get off of me, you wanker!" the Brit said, struggling. "Let me at him! I'll show him what for!"

The Frenchman laughed. "I apologize. He's uh, how do you say…not level headed." he said, apologizing.

"Yeah. He's a real ass." the Chinese man said.

The Russian just giggled at the whole ordeal.

"It's ok. Well, not that we know we're supposed to meet each other, we should introduce ourselves." Alfred said.

The Frenchman let the Brit go before introducing himself.

"Well, my name is Francis. And it is a pleasure to finally meet you." Francis said.

The Brit scoffed and looked away.

Francis elbowed him in the side.

"Ugh, fine. Well, my name is Arthur. But don't think I'll forgive you so easily." Arthur said.

The Chinese man rolled his eyes.

"Dude, calm down. I said I was sorry." Alfred said.

Arthur scoffed again.

The Chinese man walked over.

"Forgive him. He just has something up his ass. My name is Yao by the way." Yao said.

Alfred laughed. "Well, my name is Alfred. Hopefully, we can all learn to work together. Especially him." Alfred said.

The tall Russian man came forward, tentatively.

"Um, hi. My name is Ivan. It's nice to finally meet you all." Ivan said, shyly.

"Well, now that the introductions are out of the way, let's talk about the mission." Alfred said. "We're supposed to infiltrate a ball in Berlin and gather information."

"Yes, but how do we get in? There's bound to be security." Arthur said.

"We'd be suspicious, because they would probably say they've never seen us before. We don't know how familiar they are with each other." Yao said.

"Why don't we just sneak in?" Ivan asked.

"It's too risky." Arthur said.

"Why don't we try blending in?" Alfred asked.

"But how do we do that?" Yao asked.

A short silence as they all thought on a plan.

"Ah, I've got it!" Francis exclaimed.

"You have an idea?" Alfred asked.

"Yes, and it is the most perfect idea!" Francis gushed.

"What is it?" Alfred asked.

"Why don't we go in disguise?" Francis asked.

"Oh, bloody hell. A disguise?!" Arthur asked.

"Yes, it's perfect!" Francis said, proudly.

"Oh, really?! And what would we go as?" Arthur asked.

"Ah, mon ami, you leave those details to me." Francis said.

"I like it. It sounds fun." Ivan said with a smile.

"Yes, that could work." Yao said, thoughtfully.

"Ok, why don't we discuss that back at the safe house?" Alfred asked.

"What? Safe house? What the hell do you mean 'safe house'?" Arthur asked.

"What, you mean no one told you?" Alfred asked. "There's a house that we can use for a temporary headquarters."

"Really? And how do we get to this alleged 'safe house'?" Arthur asked.

Alfred turned around as the limousine came back around. "Ah, perfect timing." Alfred said, turning back around and motioning to the luxury vehicle. "We go in this."

"A-A limousine?" Arthur asked.

"Oh, this is fantastic!" Francis said.

"How did you get that?" Yao asked.

"Eh, it's just a favor from my boss." Alfred said.

"Oh. Looks nice." Ivan said.

Francis was the first one to reach the limousine.

They all got in and drove off.

Ivan was looking around with childlike curiosity.

"Ah, Alfred, you really know how to travel in style." Francis said.

Arthur scoffed. "It's not that great." Arthur said.

"Well, be glad we didn't leave your ass back there." Yao said.

A short while later, they reached the safe house.

"Hmm. I didn't expect it to be this big." Alfred said as he stuck his head out the window.

There were a few guards watching over the premises.

Alfred motioned one of them to come over.

"We're with Matthew." Alfred said.

The guard nodded and motioned for the other guards to open the front gate.

"Who's Matthew?" Yao asked as they drove forward.

"Oh, he's my brother." Alfred said.

They stopped in front of the porch and they all got out.

The door opened and they were met by Matthew.

"Oh, Matthew, I didn't think you'd be here." Alfred said.

"Of course I'm still here. I don't leave until tomorrow." Matthew said.

"Oh." was all Alfred could say.

Matthew opened the door wider. "Well? Don't just stand there, come in." he said motioning for them to come in.

They all walked in and looked around.

"I should go on missions more often." Alfred said.

I put your things upstairs." Matthew said.

"Thanks." Alfred said as he looked around.

Once everything was all settled, they met in the living room.

"Now, as you all may have heard, my name is Matthew and I'll be briefing you all on your mission." Matthew said.

He went over every detail that he told Alfred on the way there.

He even made sure to explain everything just in case Alfred forgot.

"Your mission will begin tomorrow as you're all probably tired from the trip. And since you're spies, I'm assuming you have all your gear. If you don't, then bring it here. We need to use whatever technology we have if he want this to go well. And since you'll be living here, bring clothes too. You'll also have to blend in with society, not just formal occasions. You'll have all day to prepare since the ball starts at night." Matthew said.

'Hmm, he can really be serious, when he wants to be.' Alfred thought to himself.

"So, any questions?" Matthew asked.

Everyone seemed to understand the mission.

Even Alfred.

"Ok, then. We're done here. Feel free to check out your rooms. They'll have your names on them." Matthew said.

And with that, everyone dispersed, looking around the rest of the house.

"Wow, Mattie, you were really serious back there." Alfred said.

"I have to be. Otherwise, I won't be taken seriously." Matthew said.

"Hmm. Good point." Alfred said.

"I'll sleep here tonight, but then I have to go back to headquarters in the morning. The sooner I leave the sooner I get back." Matthew said.

"Enjoy the flight back." Alfred said.

"Oh, I will. I'll actually get the chance to eat without you there." Matthew said.

Alfred gasped, saying, "I don't eat that much."

"You do when you're really really hungry." Matthew shot back.

"You know, you can be really mean too." Alfred said.

"Like I said, I won't be taken seriously." Matthew said. "Now, why don't you go check out your room?"

"Oh right, I forgot about that." Alfred said, rushing to the stairs.

Matthew looked after him as he bounded up the stairs and shook his head.

Alfred reached his room and opened the door.

The room was very fancy.

Damn, why couldn't he have a house like this?

As Alfred was lost in his thoughts, he heard a knock at the door.

"Come in." Alfred said.

The door opened and it was Matthew. "Hey, Alfred? It's getting pretty late, so I'm going to turn in for the night. You should too. You have a big day tomorrow." Matthew said.

"Alright. Thanks." Alfred said.

"Goodnight. I'll see you in the morning." Matthew said.

Alfred smiled. "Goodnight. And same to you." Alfred said.

Matthew smiled back and closed the door.

Alfred let out a big yawn and began shedding his clothes.

Just as he was about to take his shirt off, another knock came at the door.

"Matthew? Is that you? Come in." Alfred said.

The door opened slowly.

But Alfred saw no one there.

"Matthew? I thought you were going to bed, what are you-" Alfred said before he saw someone else step in.

It was Arthur.

"Arthur? What are you doing here?" Alfred asked.

"I, uh, I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier." Arthur said, blushing slightly. "I-It's was rather uncouth."

"It's ok. I accept your apology." Alfred said.

"It's just that I get really upset sometimes. But that's no excuse for yelling at a person I've only just met." Arthur said.

"I'll say." Alfred said.

"Well, anyway, I hope that we can put that whole ordeal behind us." Arthur said.

"I already have." Alfred said.

"A-And maybe we could even become fr-friends?" Arthur said, but it was more of a question.

"Ok. I'd like that." Alfred said.

Arthur heaved a sigh of relief and smiled. "Thanks. Um, well, goodnight." Arthur said.

"Goodnight." Alfred said.

And with that, Arthur closed the door.

"Well, that was awkward." Alfred said to himself.

He resumed taking his clothes off to get ready for bed.

Alfred turned on the lamp before turning off the overhead lights.

He got in the bed and laid back, arms folded behind his head.

Alfred lay awake, thinking about the day ahead.

What they would do.

What the ball would be like.

There were so many questions about tomorrow's events that it made his head hurt.

But even with all the questions floating in his head, there was only one thing Alfred was thinking.

"Can't wait till tomorrow." Alfred said, smiling as he took off his glasses and turned off the lamp before going to sleep.

The next morning, Alfred was woken up by Matthew.

"Alfred, wake up." Matthew said, shaking Alfred softly.

Alfred moaned again. "Just a few more minutes." Alfred mumbled.

"Alfred, get up. You have a lot to do today." Matthew said, shaking Alfred harder.

"I'm too sleepy." Alfred mumbled.

Matthew gave up. "Fine. Don't wake up. See what happens when you don't wake up." Matthew said, looking down at Alfred and shaking his head.

Alfred groaned before sitting up. "Why do you have to ruin things?" Alfred asked.

"Hey, you're the one that's always gets mad at me for not waking you up." Matthew said.

Alfred groaned.

"Now, get up. I'm leaving in a little while." Matthew said.

Alfred yawned loudly. "Yeah, yeah." Alfred said.

And with that, Matthew walked out of the room.

Alfred fell back into bed.

He would have stayed there, but fearing that Matthew might come back in, he begrudgingly got up.

He sat there for a short while.

And then, with a whine, he got out of bed to get ready for the day.

When he went downstairs, he saw Matthew getting ready to leave.

"Well, Alfred. I guess I'll see you later." Matthew said, smiling.

"Yeah." Alfred said.

Matthew came forward and gave Alfred a hug.

"And don't read too much into that. I'm not getting sappy. I'm just going to miss you, that's all." Matthew said.

"Bye, Mattie." Alfred said, smiling.

Matthew sighed. "I told you to not call me that." Matthew said.

"I can't help it." Alfred said, giving a lame excuse.

Matthew rolled his eyes and turned around to go down the steps.

Alfred watch as Matthew got into a limousine and drove off.

Sighing, Alfred closed the door.

Well, that was the end of relaxation.

The mission would start at night.

He had a whole day to prepare.

Better get started.

During the day, everyone brought their belongings.

They had a wide variety of gear between them ranging from tracking devices to tiny cameras.

The next thing they had to discuss was the way that they were going to infiltrate the ball.

Hopefully Francis' ideas would be effective.

He called them into his room for a meeting.

"What did you call us in here for, you bloody idiot?" Arthur asked.

"Because I've thought of a perfect way to enter the ball without attracting attention." Francis said.

"What is it?" Alfred asked.

"Ah, I'm glad you asked! We're going inside like this!" Francis said, opening the closet.

Everyone's eyes widened.

"Oh, God. You've got to be kidding me. Are you serious?" Arthur asked.

"Ingenious, yes?" Francis asked.

Yao was speechless.

"Well, it's a little…strange." Alfred said.

"Why do you say that?" Francis asked.

"Well…uh….how can I put this?" Alfred asked.

"It's a stupid idea! I'm not wearing that!" Arthur yelled, pointing to the clothes.

The closet was full of dresses.

Francis' idea was that they go dressed as women.

There was one dress for each of them.

"But we'd be less intimidating, no?" Francis asked.

"I don't know about this." Yao said.

"I think it'll be fun!" Ivan said with a smile.

"If you think I'm wearing that, you've got another thing coming." Arthur said.

Alfred sighed, contemplating the situation.

He didn't want to dress as a woman, but…

He guessed it couldn't be helped.

"And this is the best idea you've got?" Alfred asked.

"Oui." Francis said. "And besides, we can hide weapons under them. Pretty smart, oui?"

"I…guess." Alfred said, awkwardly.

Alfred sighed again.

"There's a wig in there too for those of you who have short hair. I of course won't be needing one." Francis said, proudly.

Alfred walked forward and grabbed a dress with a wig the same color as his hair.

He looked down at them, apprehensively.

Yao looked like he had just been given the death sentence.

Arthur was utterly pissed off.

Francis just stood there, beaming.

While Ivan just strode over casually with a smile.

"Make sure everything is in order. We have to be ready for tonight." Francis said.

And with that, they all went to their respective rooms to get ready.

Alfred went to his and closed his door.

He lay the dress and wig out on the bed.

Francis really went all out.

Did they have to be so extravagant?

Although he was right, they could hide weapons and gear in them.

But still.

"I mean, I guess it could be useful. But I'd rather not go in a dress." Alfred said.

He looked out the window.

The sun was beginning to set.

Oh well.

Might as well get this over with.

Alfred then began stripping down so he could don the dress.

It was sort of hard to put on.

"My God, how can women put these things on?" Alfred asked. "Why put the zipper on the back when they can't reach it?"

Alfred struggled for a little while before he was able to get the zipper up.

He then looked at the wig.

He groaned before picking it up.

After he put it on, he looked at himself in the mirror.

He gave a defeated sigh.

"Oh, thank God Mattie's not here. I don't want him to see me like this." Alfred said.

He inspected himself to make sure everything in place.

Everything seemed to be in order.

The dress was on.

The wig wasn't crooked.


Or rather perfect for the situation anyway.

"Well, I guess I don't look too half bad. Man, I can't believe I actually fit in this. I actually look pretty good in this if I do say so myself." Alfred said before sighing. "Oh, God, I can't believe I actually said that."

Alfred looked over himself a bit more before opening his briefcase full of spy gear.

He pulled out a knife and attached to his leg just in case.

He got a gun and attached it to his other leg as well.

A tiny camera, a microphone, and a recording device.

Alfred made sure that they were out of sight.

And thanks to the ruffles, they hid quite nicely.

Once Alfred was done preparing, he gave a dejected sigh before heading out of his room.

He went downstairs, with great difficulty due to the dress, and saw everybody in the living room.

"Oh, Alfred, you're finally here!" Francis said.

"Yeah…I'm here." Alfred said, defeated.

Being in front of other people in a dress, Alfred blushed slightly.

God, this was so embarrassing!

Everybody was in a dress too, but it was still the thought of it.

Alfred looked over everyone.

Francis looked quite proud of his idea.

Arthur looked pissed off as usual.

Yao's face was in his hands, defeated.

And Ivan seemed to not really care as he fiddled with his dress with a small smile.

Well, they all certainly looked believable.

Alfred walked over. "Well, I'm ready. Shall we just get this over with?" Alfred asked.

"Please. The sooner we leave, the sooner we get back." Yao said, curtly.

Arthur scoffed and crossed his arms. "I should have known better than to trust the frog on this one." Arthur said.

Francis chuckled. "But, look at you! You look so beautiful, mon ami." Francis said.

Arthur blushed. "G-Get away from me, you bloody idiot!" Arthur yelled.

Francis laughed.

"I think it'll be quite fun!" Ivan said.

"Says you." Yao said, annoyed.

"Well, the ball will be starting soon. We should leave now if we don't want to be late." Alfred said.

"Yes, let's just get the hell out of here." Arthur said.

"Oh, wait! I almost forgot! Here, before we go, everyone take one." Ivan said, holding out earpieces. "They're so that we can communicate with each other."

They each took and earpiece and put them in their ears.

The wigs covered them perfectly, so they couldn't be seen.

"Well? Is everyone ready to go?" Francis asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be." Alfred said.

And with that, they filed out of the house and into a waiting limousine.

Once they were inside the diver pulled off.

But not before stifling a laugh.

Arthur looked at him and narrowed his eyes. "Just drive." Arthur said, annoyed.

"Pfft. Y-You got it." the driver said.

Once they were on the road, Alfred felt himself blushing again.

They were going to be in public.

In dresses and going to a ball.

Oh, God, this was so embarrassing!

"Ugh, I feel like a fucking princess." Arthur grumbled.

"Ah, well you are a very beautiful princess." Francis cooed.

"Get away from me, you damn frog!" Arthur hissed, blushing.

"You look even more beautiful when you blush." Francis said.

Arthur growled.

"And they're off, ladies and gentlemen." Yao said, sarcastically.

Ivan giggled. "This is going to be so fun! I wonder what it will be like." Ivan said, curiously.

"Probably dinner and dancing. The usual." Alfred said.

"Ooh, dancing? Sounds fun!" Ivan said, smiling.

The city lights started coming and passing more often.

They were getting closer to Berlin.

And closer to their target.

Hopefully this night would go by smoothly.

They rode up to a brightly lit building.

Looking at it, it seemed to be some sort of high-end hotel.

Very regal looking.

They pulled up in the grand parking lot.

They stayed in the car, going over some last minute briefing.

"Now, remember, we have to blend in. Don't hesitate when spoken to. Carry on a conversation as if you're having a good time. We're here to gather information. But that doesn't mean you can't have fun while doing so." Alfred added that last part with a smile.

"I'll work on talking to high ranking officers. Try to get information out of them." Yao said.

"Try flirting with them. That's a good way to get information out of people." Francis said, smiling.

Yao sighed, exasperatedly.

"What? I'm not flirting with anyone! Why the hell you I do that?!" Arthur asked.

"What? It's an effective way when trying to get what you want." Francis said.

"Says the one who's a big pervert." Arthur said.

"But it works. Why else do you think you've been blushing so much lately?" Francis asked.

"I-I'm not blushing because of you! You creep me out, that's why!" Arthur yelled.

"Why can't the both of you just get along already?!" Yao asked.

"Well, maybe I could if this bastard over here would learn to behave!" Arthur yelled.

"I am behaving. You're the one with the unnecessary reaction. I'm just complementing you. I just said you were beautiful." Francis said.

"Y-You see?! He keeps doing it!" Arthur yelled.

Yao sighed and shook his head. "They never stop, do they? It's like they're children." Yao said.

"I like it when they argue. It's funny. It keeps me from getting bored." Ivan said, smiling.

"I'm just suggesting doing whatever is necessary to get what we want. If that means a little mild flirting, then so be it. It's not hurting anybody." Francis said.

"But still, there has to be a better way." Arthur said. "Not everything can be solved with flirting."

"Well, you're welcome to find it." Francis said.

"Oh, I will. I can be quite the clever one, you know." Arthur said.

"Suit yourself. But I'll be watching you. You know how awkward you can be. You'll try out my idea soon enough, and you'll see that it works wonders." Francis said.

"But I would rather not, thank you. I'll try my own methods." Arthur said.

"Ok, but just use it as a last resort. Just so that you can have something to fall back on." Alfred said. "It's not ideal, but you should give it a try."

Arthur groaned.

"Please, let's just get this over with. Hopefully, it'll only be for tonight." Yao said.

Ivan giggled. "I can't wait! This is so exciting!" Ivan said.

And with that, they got out.

As Alfred got out, he heard the driver speak up.

"Have a good night." the driver said, snickering.

Alfred sighed and closed the door.

It was a pretty chilly night.

But at least the dress and wig were warm.

That could be somewhat comforting.

A big dress to hide weapons and keep them warm?


So he had to choose between freezing to death if he were to take it off or sneaking weapons in for self-defense, staying warm and totally humiliating himself.

One hell of a choice.

The latter was better.

But not my much.

That may have been the only thing that kept Alfred wearing it.

Otherwise, he probably would have just went back home.

They walked up to the hotel and stopped a ways from it.

They made sure that everything was working properly before going in.

Alfred looked up and sighed. "Thank God, Mattie's not here." Alfred said, thankfully. "Just gotta get this over with."

This was definitely going to be a long night.

Whew first chapter, done! Now, this chapter originally wasn't supposed to be this long, but you know me. That always happens. I really hope this first chapter doesn't suck; I really had fun writing this one!

P.S. I guess you can disregard that I'm thinking about putting Canada in this story. I don't know why, but it was just literally a last minute decision before I started. Weird, huh? But Prussia is still in debate, so don't get your hopes up. And I know that private jets weren't around at that time and I'm pretty sure limousines weren't either. And obviously tiny electronics weren't either. But whatever, it's an AU, and plus I did warn you that some historical fact would be distorted for my own personal gain. And another thing, I didn't feel like saying "the pilot" over and over again because it was getting really awkward for me, so I chose the name Jack. I was thinking like "what would be a good name for a pilot?", and that's how I made up the name Jack. I know it's kind of weird, but that's just what I came up with. Anyway, please read and review and look forward to the next chapter! =).