Facades [Hetalia AU]

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The sky outside was already in a stunning shade of midnight blue when my brother and I emerged on the top floor of probably one of the most expensive apartments in New York City. Our way was lighted with the subtle golden glow from above until we were blocked by a white plain wall at the end. The light brown haired figure with olive green eyes, also known as my brother, stepped forward and placed his palm on the wall.  

Seconds passed before the wall suddenly slid to the left smoothly revealing a smaller metallic room before shutting back. They soon completed a series of sophisticated voice, fingerprint, iris and face recognition that was almost second nature to them.  The door quickly opened showing the way to  America's penthouse. 

They quickly descended to a long hallway with clean polished marble floor and memorable photographs on golden frames hanging on the smooth white walls. Most of the photos were still in a black and white color, taken ages ago. There were some from the American Revolution, showing the first time Alfred met with Gilbert, and from WW1 and WW2, where he met more allies and friend. None of the pictures included England or France and the other European countries. After all, they weren't major importance in his life. 

After a while, they ended up in the beautifully designed and spacious living room. In one side of the room, the floor to ceiling windows with sleek black frames provides a gorgeous view of NYC gleaming skyline. The walls were made of wood and there was an abundance of soft grey comfy sofas in the center of the amazing room. There were small and low wooden tea tables supporting cups of lemon tea that some countries have just previously drunk. The white floors were layered with soft light grey carpet. An overhead light gave the room enough light for everyone to see. 

Besides the Italian twins, there were other figures in the room. Some were engaged in a heated scientific discussion while two of them were playing chess. The rest were either playing their gadgets or listening to some kind of music. 

In the east side of the room, sat a Canadian also known as Matthew Williams. He has soft blond curls piled up in. Being the tech genius in the group, he controls all sort of things related to technology. This includes security, information acquirement, hacking, programming engineering. Not only he can hack into systems faster and better than Russia, but he's also one of the best hockey players in the world. When in ice, he transformed into an unbeatable demon with burning purple eyes and horrifying smile, awaiting your doom. 

Next to Matthew, was Ivan Braginsky. Outside from this circle of friend, he would quickly transform into a sadist communist who loved to terrorize the former members of the Soviet Union. No one would expect that he was actually a fluffy softie who grew up too fast, childhood never experienced. That's how he bonded with America in the first place. They both were forced to grow up too fast, playtime abandoned and were compelled to join in trauma-inducing wars. 

In the group, Ivan acted as the weapon acquirer. He controlled the Russian mafia and the Asian-European underground world. He had connections to most weapons supplier, regardless of their nationality, and could obtain weapons of the highest quality. He also provided other equipment and poison, when necessary. 

Across Ivan, was Prussia. The same red-eyed albino saw in meetings goofing off causing mischief with the so-called "Bad Touch Trio" without no sense of care in the world. Despite the mask, he was actually a kind and caring person who was far too wise. Scared of rejection and witch trials, he forced himself to have an egotistical personality when he was with other nations in order to avoid rejection for being born a freak with white hair. For so long, he has been forced to keep up the charade except to Hungary, who was also the same. 

[ cont. later ]