Conclave

Chapter Three

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR MARVEL OR THE ABOVE ARTWORK

2010, Stuttgart, Germany

Germany growled as he slammed on the gas. That damned Jotun...! He swerved past another car, tires screeching as he rounded towards the huge mansion-like building. Prussia was, for once, silent beside him. The last time his older brother had been this silent... Let's just say Germany wasn't looking forward to another World War.

Now, what had happened for the two Nations to get so worked up? Let's recap, shall we...

1 day before, S.H.I.E.L.D Lab ???

Nick Fury stared at the glowing cube. The Tesseract- an object that even the infamous Mr. Jones from the government had knew of. The man knew just about everything concerning America, though, so Fury had thought he'd been an intelligence officer- until the guy offered him a burger. It was either a really good act or he was truly a one-of-a-kind idiot. Fury had no idea.

Unknown to the musing spy nor the archer nestled above, a tall blonde figure slipped past the agents and researchers walking about the facility. Huddling behind a conveniently placed shelf of-sorts, Canada carefully peeked out at the focus of everyone's attention- the Tesseract, a.k.a the Space Stone.

The Nations hadn't expected having to come so fast- it was barely nine months since the last World Meeting. But Estonia and the Magic Trio had noticed the fluctuations, and so they'd sent Canada. The ever-so-trusty passive-aggressive Nation had no choice but to accept the 'mission'. America had given him a map, and helped distract some agents- long enough to allow the unnoticeable Nation to sneak in.

Carefully pulling out the device England had given him, Canada angled it towards the Tesseract. The magical instrument would, if all went to plan, send the readings to whatever the Magic Trio had set up in their basement. Canada could only hope no-one noticed him fiddling with weird things. He might be a country, but he certainly wasn't good enough to take down an entire facility filled with elite agents and spies all on his own. 

'You okay there, Mattie?' And that was America. 'I'm fine,' Canada replied. Thanks to the Reality Stone, the twins were able to communicate through telepathy- a useful tool for espionage. Pair it with Canada's nigh-invisibility abilities and you get a super-powered spy.

'Just yell if you need me, or any assistance,' America told him. 'I got kicked out the facility- I'm calling Iggy right now. You got any questions, I'll pass 'em over to him.' 'Thanks, Alfred.' Canada thought back, shifting slightly. 'The only problem I'll have are above and in front of me- pretty sure I can make a run for it if need be.' 'You and your passive-aggressive Canadians!' America huffed back.

Canada chuckled, careful to muffle it with his sleeve. England had said it would take some time to finish gathering the data- he hoped some time wouldn't be too long. A researcher had already passed by too close for comfort to take something from the table near him. Thankfully he'd been unnoticed, but while he was confident in Reality's blessing, he wouldn't want to test it in enemy territory. 

Patiently he waited, while keeping an eye on the archer above him- who was probably the most dangerous man in the room to him currently. It wasn't long before his twin contacted him again. 'Mattie, now all you need to do is put your blessing on the tool and hide it. Iggy says he can use it as long as it's in the vicinity. You can leave after that, the Hero is outside and ready to go!' Canada stifled a laugh at America's boisterous voice, and carefully settled down the device.

As one of the few Nations capable of 'sharing' their abilities, he was, again, the perfect person for the job. Placing both hands around the device, he closed his eyes and slowly breathed out. A faint red glow surrounded the device. It stayed there a few seconds before fading away, as if being absorbed by the device. Satisfied, Canada covered it with a cloth and prepared to leave. 

Until he felt eyes on him.