Girl with a Gun (a Hetalia story) {UNDER EDIT}

Woah, Wait She IS A Super Spy??

Midori left the motorcycle in the vehicle platform she found it in once she got back to HQ. A few of the trucks not handling the students or dangerous criminals beside her. When the bike and helmet were off she went to the table to return the gun and earpiece in exchange for her cellphone. Then she marched her way through buzzing agents to the med ward. Spotting the students sitting on cots getting scrapes and minor cuts looked at in a large back room once she got there.

Standing near the entrance of this room, a doctor walked up and handed Midori a basic summary of who exactly they just saved. He was about to say something before he was paged away. A man walked up beside the teen and stood with his hands behind his back. Left hand gripping right wrist.

This was Sid White, commonly referred to as Sir. He was a senior officer that normally was there to help Midori do her job. Sid was also her only uncle on her mother's side.

Sid was tall and obviously well-fit, in his early fourties. His welcoming honey colored eyes set in a kind, fatherly face. Black hair gelled back. He, despite the well-put together and trained stature, wore a Queen t-shirt and jeans. His gun holster at his waist.

There was silence between the two as Midori flipped through the papers. One for each hostage. Labeling their positions on the 'top priority' protection list and exactly why they were on that list. It hit Midori why Alfred had seemed more familiar than a student record.

The papers she had gotten detailed eight Nations. Poland, Lithuania, Prussia, Liechtenstein, North Italy, Belarus, the United States, and Canada.

"Personified Nations in our building. I'll be damned," Midori said, Sid glanced at the papers.

"What should we do, Boss?" There was somewhat of a joking tone to the last word that Midori purposefully ignored.

"Hm. Considering they shouldn't've been involved with this whole mess- we could wipe their memories."

"That isn't a reliable method. Remember Beijing?" Sid suggested. Midori groaned. Beijing was all too clear a-memory.

"Okay, their stats are good, could be built upon. Recruit?" Sid smirked.

"I've always wanted to train immortals." Midori rolled her eyes and handed the clipboard to the older man.

"Lucky day. I'll break the news to them- you set shit up so we can get technicalities out of the way. Make sure Donovan is informed that he's getting new students too."

"Language, but you got it." Sid turned and left. Midori took steps forward and cleared her throat. Attention was on her.

"This is unawesome, where are we!?" Gilburt yelled, standing up from his cot with a frown.

"Calm down, Mr.Beilschmidt. Everything will be explained. You are in the world headquarters for the World's Citizens Protection Association. We're essentially, as Feliks put it earlier, secret agents. All eight of you, as in light of what you were recently involved in and considering you're sitting here now, are going to be recruited into the ranks. Congratulations this doesn't happen everyday, blah blah blah." Midori stood up straight as the nations stared at her.

"Do you have the ability to do that?" Matthew asked softly.

"Did you miss the speech earlier where I said I was literally the boss? Because that's exactly what I said. So yes, I have the authority to do that. And it only takes a phone call to your bosses to explain why you're suddenly under our registry. So right now it's a matter of will you accept willingly or have your bosses force you to say yes."

Silence surrounded them, all except the noise of the building.

"Fine," Alfred said grouchily.

"It sounds fun!" Feliks chimed in. Mumbles of stubborn or even nervous agreements came from the rest of the group. Midori put a hand on her hip.

"Great. You'll be switched to join a few of Donovan's classes tomorrow-"

"Mr.Metic is in on this?" Lili asked. Midori nodded.

"He's a pretty high ranking officer here. Anyways, you'll need to be here right after school so we can get your training started so bring gym clothes. Bus eight will take you here directly after the bell if you tell the driver I said to take you to the end of the line," Midori glanced at her watch and tisked. "I have work to get back to, Sir should be back shortly to help you get ID's and your badges." Midori turned on her heel and started to leave.

"Wait a second!" Feliciano was the one to run up to her worry on his face. "We're not going to be in any danger- are we?" He asked, "my brother will be worried..."

Midori stared at him for a second. She was used to agents willing to take to risk to defend the people. Meeting someone afraid of being hurt was somewhat... surprising. Even if this was to be expected.

"No, you won't be. Working here is just a precaution. You'll be able to choose which field you want to work in after training. Don't worry." With that, Midori walked away. Heading towards her office to finish up necessary paperwork.

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This isn't even an edit. I straight-up rewrote this chapter. 26/02/18, dudes. It's fun editing a story four years after it was originally posted. Because it saves those in the future from reading cringe.