The Canadian Connection

Ch. 1 Koreans, Americans and Russians oh my!

"Lighten up Kiku, order something."

"No thank you Alfred-san, it would be wasteful as I do not know if we can stay long enough to receive let alone eat anything." The raven coloured bowl cut hair bowed slightly in apology to the man across from him, his hair obscuring his black eyes before he raised his head again to regard his companion.

The bespectacled man across from Kiku scoffed as he ran a hand through his messy blonde hair. "Whatever, he made the meeting so he'll pay. Just order something." Alfred commented, jerking his thumb in the direction of a brunette wearing a casual suit seated in the third chair around their table. Kiku sighed at his partner's lack of manners before picking up the menu, leafing through the two pages which were all the quaint cafe the two are seated at has to offer.

"There's nothing I would like to eat in here." Kiku commented, hoping to shut the American at his side up.

"See, we should have gone to McDonalds." Alfred whined at the brunette, who just scowled at him irritably.

"This is not for socialising. We need to discuss you're next mission." Alfred sighed before slamming his head unto the table with an exaggerated groan.

"Doesn't mean we can't go somewhere where they at least serve burgers." Was the muffled retort from the sulking American. The brunette sighed and rubbed his temples stressfully. Kiku gave a sympathetic look to the stressed man before putting a hand on Alfred's slumped shoulder.

"We can go somewhere so you can get a burger later Alfred-san." Alfred peeked at Kiku.

"McDonalds?" Kiku exhaled slowly in depression at the coming prospect.

"Very well."

"Yay!" Alfred exclaimed, beaming as brightly as the sun.

"Anyway," the brunette interjected, receiving an irritated glare from Alfred, "you still have a job to do." The brown haired man slid a folder over to Kiku, who opened it and began going through the various files contained within. "The target is a briefcase, it was taken from one of our agents earlier this week. However, the individual who has it has been uncovered and we hope that you can get it back."

"Why do we have to do it?" Alfred whined as he sipped the coffee, making a disgusted face afterwards. "Shoulda got some coke." He muttered. Kiku ignored him, instead turning a page in the folder. His calm mask slipped slightly as he read the document, black eyes widening in surprise and horror.

The brunette watched the expression before speaking aloud, knowing which page the Japanese man had landed on. "Yes, the case in question has information on nearly every agent the CIA has in the field, including you two." He added pointedly. Alfred seemed to have woken up from his pout and was now paying close attention. Kiku glanced from the papers to the brunette, his mask slipping further to reveal a look of absolute horror.

"So, what do we need to do exactly?" Kiku inquired, regaining his mask enough to keep his voice calm.

"Well, the individual who has the case has agreed to give it to us in exchange for amnesty for himself and a friend of his." Alfred rolled his eyes and leaned back into his chair.

"So why do you need us to do it, any idiot can pick up the damn thing." Kiku gave an admonishing look which was of course ignored but nodded as well, it was hardly a task that required two of the best agents the agency had. The brown haired man nodded, surprising both though Alfred didn't particularly care.

"That is true. However," he added with an upraised finger, "we aren't the only ones who know about it." Kiku raised an eyebrow in curious caution.

"Who else?"