I guess you can say that my week so far has been... interesting to say the least. Who would have imagined that my captain would approached me with an amazing opportunity (case-wise)? Sure, I'm having to go undercover for God knows how long but this is the best case I've ever been offered. A chance to investigate one of the biggest crime organisations in the city, run by the Bondevik family. Muttering words under my breath, I start to recite the facts I've researched. This helps calm my nerves despite the fact that not much is known about the family. But the lack of evidence is why I'm being sent in. This is my time to shine.
Tapping my foot on the pavement, I glance around the alleyway I'm calling my home for now. Hopefully, a member of the organisation will find me and then, like a hacker, I'm in. Thankfully, my precinct came up with a good reason on why they should trust an ex-cop. All it took was some evidence, news articles and a fake trial. Now, I'm wanted for stealing money from my precinct and disappearing after being found guilty. They'll think I'm one of them because my fake plan was so elaborate that, if the one fake thing hadn't gone wrong, no one would be able to trace it back to me. I mean, I did come up with the elaborate fake plan myself, so the credit does go to me. This must be what it feels to be a fugitive. The adrenaline rush is certainly something, that's for sure.

I have to say though, it's now been a couple of hours and the adrenaline has worn off. I'm pretty bored. I miss the adrenaline of being on the run, this is just a drag. I have a phone on me, but it's got nothing on it apart from my captain's number. I puff my hair out of my eyes, I didn't have time to gel it up earlier. I hope the organisation has hair gel. God, I'm bored! This is my worst nightmare. Given that I'm such an excitable person, I hate not having something to do. I hate standing still. I don't have anything else on me, just my body (duh) and my phone. I keep repeating the facts, longing for something to happen. As soon as I finish mumbling these, I start again. This is my worst nightmare. I hate standing still.

"Hey, you." After hearing my own voice for what feels like years, my ears prick as soon as someone else speaks. Turning my head, I notice a woman in a trench coat, glaring daggers at me. Blonde hair reaches just above her waist, a white ribbon perched on top of her head. She looks like she wants me dead and that doesn't surprise me in the least. I'm used to others wanting me dead - it's been in my job description ever since I became a police detective. "Ja? What do ya want?" I snap, trying to get into character. "You're the cop on the run aren't you?" I narrow my eyes, that's it Mathias, try out-intimidate her. You're going to need to establish that nothing scares you. "So what if I am? What's it to you? Gonna turn me in?" I taunt, a playful tone, mocking her. That's it. Well done. "Actually, no. I've been looking for you all over. I want to offer you a job, make sure that your talents are best used." She steps forward, clearly unfazed by my stony expression, an even stonier one decorating her features. Damn. Ok, I'm not good at intimidation. Damn the fact that I'm like an excitable puppy. What was Kirkland thinking giving me this case? "What kind of job?" I fold my arms, maintaining eye contact the whole time. "The best job a fugitive like yourself needs. To work for the Bondevik organisation, I'm sure you've heard of us." She smirks though not as much as I am internally. Ha. Hacker voice: 'I'm in'. "I have. You feel like I would be the perfect member?" Finally, I'm not bored anymore. Oh! And bonus, I'm going to be part of the organisation! "We need more brains like yours. You interested?" Absolutely. I tell her so. "Then let's go."

I didn't expect it to be this easy, but it seems they want me. Sweet. Speaking of sweet, we go to one of my favourite bakeries, slipping through back alleys on the account that I'm now wanted. No, not this adorable shop that sells the best Danishes in the city. Ah shit, just my luck that this is probably where the Bondevik headquarters are. As we head inside, I'm greeted by the man who is always at the register, a man who also seems unfazed that a 'wanted criminal' has walked into their store. Oh no... Not this place. Please not this place. "We'll take two cupcakes please," the stern blonde next to me says. Maybe it's not a place run by criminals? I hope not. "Coming right up, Miss Arlovskaya!" I expect him to start putting the delicious treats in a bag or something, but he presses a button. Oh no. Glancing around, I notice the shop's empty. All the more convenient for them. That's when the back of the shop opens up to show a passageway and I start inwardly cursing. Fucking shit.

The stern blonde grabs my arm and tugs me towards the passageway. We strut downwards at a brisk pace, heading under the ground. Ah shit. So my favourite bakery is a crime organisation's headquarters? Just my luck! "Here we are," she states in a monotonous voice. And yep, that is certainly a headquarters. I guess I've found it. Didn't take long. People rush about, many typing furiously at their computers, a few arguing with each other here and there. One of the fights seems to escalate, capturing the attention of everyone in the room. They both pull out pocketknives and start circling each other like hawks, everyone around them beginning to yell: "Fight! Fight! Fight!" The only person that isn't involved in this drama is a white-haired kid sitting at a table to himself, a book laid out in front of him. He glances over at the growing chaos, rolls his eyes (which look purple from over here) and begins reading again. Good luck with that over the noise.

There's a blur of movement and suddenly the two fighters are practically on other sides of the room. In the middle of them is a very attractive man. Holy shit, he's hot. His indigo eyes narrow at the two fighters, his blond hair cut into an undercut with the rest flopping slightly over the left side of his face (his right). A black cross earring dangles under his right ear (my right, not his) and a curl protrudes from the side of the floppy hair. And hot damn, he is my type. Get it together, Mathias, now's not the time to become a gay mess. "Stop this nonsense immediately. Get back to work everyone!" His voice is firm and straight away everyone goes back to work, no complaining at all. Wow, that was over quickly. Hot dude walks over to the white-haired guy at the table and has a small conversation with him. I can't hear a word they're saying but it doesn't really matter to me. It's probably not important. After they're done with their conversation, hot dude makes his way over to us after linking eyes with the stern blonde (who apparently is called Arlovskaya)(Is she Russian? I don't know).

"Who the hell is this, Natalya?" His strange coloured eyes narrow once more. I'm going to assume that Natalya is the stern blonde. Natalya Arlovskaya, must remember that name. "Haven't you seen the news over the past few days, sir? This is Mathias Køhler, he's wanted by the NYPD after stealing from them and disappearing after being found guilty," she replies, tone flat. "Stealing from the NYPD? Never heard of that before..." He raises his eyebrows sarcastically. "He was a police officer and had a really clever, elaborate plan. His great ideas could be put to work here, sir." She explains and remains emotionless. At least hot dude has shown an emotion, even if that emotion is sarcasm. "Well, I'm not the one you have to convince, Natalya. Worry about convincing my mother and father instead," His eyes catch mine, revealing nothing. Although what he just said was interesting, Natalya will have to convince his parents. His parents probably being the leaders of this organisation, meaning he's a Bondevik. Crap, why does he have to be so attractive? Judging by the fact that he's an adult man, he must be Lukas Bondevik. Lukas is the eldest son of the two leaders, aged 35, and no one in the NYPD knows what his role in the organisation is. All we know is that he's a member. And now that he's hella hot too (but I might be biased in that sense).

He begins to turn around and head off but then he pauses. "Oh, and Køhler?" He stares me down and I realise that the glare Natalya gave me earlier was nothing. This glare is so powerful and murderous, it sends shivers down my spine. Now this is a person who truly wants me dead. "You better watch your back. If anyone here is given a reason why they can't trust you, you'll experience a very slow and very painful death. We wouldn't want that to happen, would we?" His tone just makes me even more terrified of him, a creepy smile dusting his cheeks. I start to grasp for a reply, but my brain appears to have frozen. The corners of his mouth then twitch into small smirk, satisfied with my reaction, and leaves. I stand still for a few seconds afterwards, petrified. And that my friends, is Lukas Bondevik. Hot but deadly, it appears.

"Sorry about him. It's his job to be intimidating though that also spills into his personal life. He's like that with everyone except his brother, Emil. If you think that interaction is bad, try dating him," Natalya sighs, conveying that she isn't actually a robot and is human. So that was Lukas, I thought so. "Did you... you know...?" I hint at the last thing she said. "I dated him for a while. Wasn't great but you now have to count the fact that he was in the closest while we were dating." Ok, remember self, Lukas and Natalya dated. And good news, Lukas is gay. Yes! Wait, no. I remind myself why I shouldn't date him: you're on duty, he's a criminal, it will be a nightmare, he hates you. "Oh, really?" I raise an eyebrow at her. "Da, but he doesn't really date anyway. He's out to everyone and good news for him is that his family is fine with it." So, they're down with crime but don't have a problem with homosexuality. Weird mix of priorities. I guess I've got to keep in mind that criminals are people too. The list of reminders are certainly building up.

We meet with Kjetil Bondevik (aged 60) and his wife Kristín Bondevik (aged 57), leaders of the organisation. My familiarity with the organisation ends here as I know no more information. That damn lack of information. However, that is why I am here. Let's go. Natalya explains why I should join their ranks and they listen eagerly to my story. They seem normal for the most part but that just makes them even more suspicious. What are you hiding? They also appear to be less suspicious of me than Lukas. Maybe it's just Lukas that is overwhelmingly untrusting? I'll have to win him over then. It's going to take a while.

And after that conversation, I'm sort of part of the organisation now. There's some kind of probationary period for two months. After I pass that, I'll be a proper member. As long as nothing goes wrong. Nothing should go wrong. I hope it doesn't go wrong.

Please, let me come out of this mission alive. Please, let nothing go wrong...
Please.

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Hi there! I'm Rebecca and welcome to my third Hetalia fanfic! I used to have impulse control but then I said screw it and wrote the first chapter.

I would like to say thank you to Lumassen for being very encouraging and helping me with the production of the first chapter! Thank you! :)

I did a few drawings of Norway and Denmark for this fanfic so you can see what they look like. Here they are (sorry about the lopsidedness, Wattpad sucks):

I hope that you enjoyed and I'll see you in the next chapter! Let me know your thoughts in the comments!
Bye!
~Peanutsfan1