The request: The Bad Touch Trio is bored. They decide a vacation would be wonderful (and very much deserved), but they don't have any money... So they rob a bank, thereby ending the boredom problem and the money problem. Romano drives the gettaway car.
What they do with the money is totally up to you.
Bonus: They rob an American bank, and America chases them throughout the fic (because cops and robbers is fun).
One for the Money (9a/10)
anonymous
April 21 2011, 13:48:25 UTC
Act Nine, or: The Mysterious Death of Rome Vargas as Told From Three and a Half Views
Alfred could feel beads of sweat running down the back of his neck in the silence that followed. Slowly, he swallowed and looked from one pale, wide-eye face to the next. The pervert from the bank, Antonio and Romano, and two other men... His gaze came to rest on the burly blond by the fireplace, who was being studied by the pale-haired stranger.
He knew that face. He knew that face, but its owner had died three years ago, on the same day as the man he'd killed-he'd killed then and been killed in return. That man was definitely dead, so...
...a ghost?
It took every ounce of courage Alfred possessed-which was considerable, if he said so himself-not to tremble at the thought. Ghosts weren't real, he reminded himself silently. They were just the stuff of stories and movies and things like that; they definitely didn't exist in the real world, so he definitely wasn't afraid of them. And anyway, the hair was all wrong and there were a few
( ... )
One for the Money (9b/10)
anonymous
April 21 2011, 13:52:40 UTC
It had been surprisingly difficult to find this place. For as remarkably open as Rome had always been around him, it had come as a shock to realized he'd actually remained carefully discrete about certain details-the location of this place, for one. Germania had been forced to call in a lot of favors to figure out so quickly where Rome would be... and even more to learn the address
( ... )
One for the Money (9c/10)
anonymous
April 21 2011, 13:54:11 UTC
Germania brushed a lock of hair out of his face as he glanced around Rome's office. He must have just missed the man-that much was obvious even without Tony's incessant shouting that Rome had just left and you'd better get the hell outta here unless you want to leave a few pounds lighter, Kraut.
He'd only twice before had the misfortune of speaking to Tony, but on both occasions, the little man had left the impression of certainly having a way with words. Germania simply closed and locked the office door. Tony could grouse all he wanted, but Germania wasn't ready to leave just yet
( ... )
One for the Money (9d/10)
anonymous
April 21 2011, 13:56:17 UTC
He'd known Rome had been up to something-this and the file and everything confirmed it-but asking to be stopped? Was Rome trying to repent? Was there more to this than he realized?
When he cracked his eyes open once more, it was in time to see Rome raising a gun. Germania reached for his own as the first shot rang out, and the two that followed were from the police chief's pistol.
Neither of them noticed the wide-eyed young man watching from the opposite end of the alley.
-- Alfred had a small problem, in the form of a larger problem, in the shape of a dead man.
This certainly wasn't what he'd expected to be doing today when he'd woken up this morning. He'd just seen a man die in front of his eyes, and he'd seen who'd done it, too. If that wasn't enough, the dead man-while he'd still been just a dying man-had voiced his final request to him, a request that Alfred didn't even know where to start with.
If it hadn't been official before, it was now: today sucked.
But that wasn't really the problem. The problem-the small one
( ... )
One for the Money (9e/10)
anonymous
April 21 2011, 13:57:55 UTC
He smiled at the policeman who'd been told to watch him.
"So, can I make a phone call? I'm kind of late for an interview."
-- It was Thursday night, which meant Roderich and Elizaveta were going on a date.
Gilbert could never quite figure out why they always went out on Thursdays-not that he cared. Maybe Roderich had once said it was to beat the weekend rush, or something, but that sounded like an excuse to him. It was more likely just them being boring.
Gilbert was also decidedly not figuring out what the best way to crash their date would be when his cell phone rang. He almost ignored it-it was probably just Ludwig asking where he'd gone or asking him to pick up milk-but on the third ring, decided to pick up after all with a gruff "What?"
The voice that answered wasn't West's.
"...Gilbert?"
There was suddenly a chill in the air. That sounded like... like Germania. Gilbert and the old man hadn't exactly been on speaking terms lately, so why the hell was he calling now"Gramps? What
( ... )
One for the Money (9f/10)
anonymous
April 21 2011, 13:59:20 UTC
The cop he'd asked earlier hadn't let him call, but maybe this guy would let him. He was one of the suits, after all, and he'd said himself that all those guys were all federal agents.
"Actually, there is one thing... I was supposed to go to an interview today, before everything happened. It'd mean a lot if I could reschedule it."
The man looked at Alfred again. "If you give me the details, I can see about arranging that for you."
Alfred grinned, feeling relieved. He'd been looking forward to the interview for weeks-maybe even years, really. He'd always dreamed of being a secret agent, and for all of this to happen when he'd gotten so close...
"Really? That would be great!" he said. "I have the contact information right here, though you probably don't need all of it... You see, the interview was for becoming an agent, too."
--Alfred felt bad about ditching the guys who'd been assigned to protect him. Really, he did-and if they found out he'd slipped away in the wee hours of the morning, he was going to end up in a whole
( ... )
One for the Money (9g/10)
anonymous
April 21 2011, 14:00:10 UTC
"Really?" Alfred's smile split into a wide grin. "Great! Rome said to......"
-- Lovino wasn't sure why he wasn't dead yet.
He didn't quite remember Antonio releasing his grip on him, nor did he remember getting to his feet. All he knew was that he was now cowering behind the Spaniard-or had Antonio moved forward to shield him?-and that Alfred F. Jones had a gun pointed in his general direction (by the gun being pointed anywhere at all).
Jones bursting in the house was the one thing he remembered very clearly.
But more than wondering why he wasn't dead yet, Lovino wondered why he hadn't fled yet. That would have been the smart thing to do when Jones had burst in with pistol at the ready; Antonio would only make a good shield for so long if he was fired at. He should have run and just let the idiots get what was coming to them. He wouldn't have been missed; Jones was asking about the Beilschmidts and not
( ... )
One for the Money (9i/10)
anonymous
April 21 2011, 14:02:10 UTC
-- The dying man coughed, a wet, sickly sound that Alfred didn't think sounded very good at all. He did his best to clear his throat, to say the three words he wanted delivered to this 'Tony' guy at the Hamburger Street restaurant he'd mentioned seconds before:
"Let Romano choose."
Notes: I can't apologize enough for how long this chapter took! This was seriously the hardest chapter so far, but now that it's out of the way.... Everything should be wrapped up soon! A million thanks to all you readers who have stuck with me this whole time, and please stick with me just a little longer. We're almost there! :3
Re: One for the Money (9i/10)
anonymous
April 21 2011, 23:50:09 UTC
I haven't even read the update yet, I just had to freak the fuck out because you're still alive. And you updated. Ffffffffffffffffffff :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
Re: One for the Money (9i/10)
anonymous
April 22 2011, 06:39:52 UTC
I was so, so excited to see this had updated! I love this fic so much! It was one of the first I read for the Hetalia fandom, and has been my favourite ever since, and re-reading everything to catch up has only made me love it more ♥. I am so curious about the mysteries you've set up and started to resolve with this chapter, and I can't wait not literally - I would wait as long as it takes to read the end to see what happens next! Thank you so much for continuing with this fic even after all this time!
The request:
The Bad Touch Trio is bored. They decide a vacation would be wonderful (and very much deserved), but they don't have any money... So they rob a bank, thereby ending the boredom problem and the money problem. Romano drives the gettaway car.
What they do with the money is totally up to you.
Bonus: They rob an American bank, and America chases them throughout the fic (because cops and robbers is fun).
Parts 1-4: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/10456.html?thread=19031512
Parts 5-7: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/11813.html?thread=29210149
Part 8: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/
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Alfred could feel beads of sweat running down the back of his neck in the silence that followed. Slowly, he swallowed and looked from one pale, wide-eye face to the next. The pervert from the bank, Antonio and Romano, and two other men... His gaze came to rest on the burly blond by the fireplace, who was being studied by the pale-haired stranger.
He knew that face. He knew that face, but its owner had died three years ago, on the same day as the man he'd killed-he'd killed then and been killed in return. That man was definitely dead, so...
...a ghost?
It took every ounce of courage Alfred possessed-which was considerable, if he said so himself-not to tremble at the thought. Ghosts weren't real, he reminded himself silently. They were just the stuff of stories and movies and things like that; they definitely didn't exist in the real world, so he definitely wasn't afraid of them. And anyway, the hair was all wrong and there were a few ( ... )
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He'd only twice before had the misfortune of speaking to Tony, but on both occasions, the little man had left the impression of certainly having a way with words. Germania simply closed and locked the office door. Tony could grouse all he wanted, but Germania wasn't ready to leave just yet ( ... )
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When he cracked his eyes open once more, it was in time to see Rome raising a gun. Germania reached for his own as the first shot rang out, and the two that followed were from the police chief's pistol.
Neither of them noticed the wide-eyed young man watching from the opposite end of the alley.
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Alfred had a small problem, in the form of a larger problem, in the shape of a dead man.
This certainly wasn't what he'd expected to be doing today when he'd woken up this morning. He'd just seen a man die in front of his eyes, and he'd seen who'd done it, too. If that wasn't enough, the dead man-while he'd still been just a dying man-had voiced his final request to him, a request that Alfred didn't even know where to start with.
If it hadn't been official before, it was now: today sucked.
But that wasn't really the problem. The problem-the small one ( ... )
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"So, can I make a phone call? I'm kind of late for an interview."
--
It was Thursday night, which meant Roderich and Elizaveta were going on a date.
Gilbert could never quite figure out why they always went out on Thursdays-not that he cared. Maybe Roderich had once said it was to beat the weekend rush, or something, but that sounded like an excuse to him. It was more likely just them being boring.
Gilbert was also decidedly not figuring out what the best way to crash their date would be when his cell phone rang. He almost ignored it-it was probably just Ludwig asking where he'd gone or asking him to pick up milk-but on the third ring, decided to pick up after all with a gruff "What?"
The voice that answered wasn't West's.
"...Gilbert?"
There was suddenly a chill in the air. That sounded like... like Germania. Gilbert and the old man hadn't exactly been on speaking terms lately, so why the hell was he calling now"Gramps? What ( ... )
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"Actually, there is one thing... I was supposed to go to an interview today, before everything happened. It'd mean a lot if I could reschedule it."
The man looked at Alfred again. "If you give me the details, I can see about arranging that for you."
Alfred grinned, feeling relieved. He'd been looking forward to the interview for weeks-maybe even years, really. He'd always dreamed of being a secret agent, and for all of this to happen when he'd gotten so close...
"Really? That would be great!" he said. "I have the contact information right here, though you probably don't need all of it... You see, the interview was for becoming an agent, too."
--Alfred felt bad about ditching the guys who'd been assigned to protect him. Really, he did-and if they found out he'd slipped away in the wee hours of the morning, he was going to end up in a whole ( ... )
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Lovino wasn't sure why he wasn't dead yet.
He didn't quite remember Antonio releasing his grip on him, nor did he remember getting to his feet. All he knew was that he was now cowering behind the Spaniard-or had Antonio moved forward to shield him?-and that Alfred F. Jones had a gun pointed in his general direction (by the gun being pointed anywhere at all).
Jones bursting in the house was the one thing he remembered very clearly.
But more than wondering why he wasn't dead yet, Lovino wondered why he hadn't fled yet. That would have been the smart thing to do when Jones had burst in with pistol at the ready; Antonio would only make a good shield for so long if he was fired at. He should have run and just let the idiots get what was coming to them. He wouldn't have been missed; Jones was asking about the Beilschmidts and not ( ... )
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Alfred shrugged. "And if that's the case, then I guess I'm out of luck here. But if you do know something ( ... )
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The dying man coughed, a wet, sickly sound that Alfred didn't think sounded very good at all. He did his best to clear his throat, to say the three words he wanted delivered to this 'Tony' guy at the Hamburger Street restaurant he'd mentioned seconds before:
"Let Romano choose."
Notes:
I can't apologize enough for how long this chapter took! This was seriously the hardest chapter so far, but now that it's out of the way.... Everything should be wrapped up soon! A million thanks to all you readers who have stuck with me this whole time, and please stick with me just a little longer. We're almost there! :3
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Apologies again for how long it took..... orz
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