Take A Hint! (Hetalia fanfiction) *REWRITTEN*

Chapter 18: A Hitman's Job

Warning: Violence.

Harold stared blankly at the phone before throwing it on the couch and sighing in irritation. "I swear to god one of these days I'm going to send a hit on that guy." The hitman growled to himself. "Well well, someone looks a little pissy~." A voice purred next to him causing Harold to give his colleague the middle finger and growl at him instead.

"Shut your trap, Jones!! I'm not pissy, I'm just sick and tired of dealing with that bitch Maxwell Smith. I mean first the guy tries to get our organization shut down and now he wants me to assassinate a member of the fucking United Nations! Is our hit list even that high?!" Harold ranted to the bow tie wearing man next to him who continued to sip his Jack Daniels with listening ears. "How much money did he say he'd give us? And who cares if it's a member of the U.N, monies money. You know that as well as I do Harold~" Jones said placing his glass on the coffee table in front of them.

"I know that, damnit! He said of we killed this guy then it'd be ten million dollars in payment. Should we even do this for him?" Harold questioned leaning sluggishly in his seat and looking at the blonde haired man beside him. "Ten million is a big number..oh I got an idea!" Harold didn't like that look on the blonde's face but couldn't help asking. "What sorta idea?" "Well since this guy has been a real thorn in our sides lately, how about we fake it?" The hitman preposed to the other hitman who just stared at him with his mouth agape.

"Are you fucking insane--"

"Why yes thank you for noticing~"

"How're we gonna fake a hit?! Do we just kill someone else, make them up to look like the target, and send Smith the head?" Harold asked the other who just nodded and smiled gleefully at the questions Harold was asking. "Exactly my friend! And who knows maybe this we teach dear old Maxy not to screw with hitman?" The blonde cheered before standing up from the couch and running out the door to find a suitable replacement for their would be target.

Harold sighed and went to pour himself a shit of vodka before sitting down at the bar and downing the glass.

"There's seriously something wrong with that guy. Ah well I have no right to judge, I kill people for a living."
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Hitman Jones whistled a cheerful tune as he walked down the street looking at the people passing by. "One of them has to fit the target right?" The hitman asked himself continuing to gaze around the streets but turned his head towards an alley when he heard a scream. Hitman Jones pulled out the knife that was hidden in the back of his shirt and slowly creeped towards the alley he heard the scream come from.

"Give me all your money lady and I promise I won't hurt you..."

Ah so it was a mugging, huh? Jones reached the entrance of the alley and saw a man in his mid to late twenties threatening a women who was holding a bundle close to her chest with a switch blade. The bundle was crying and Jones was correct in assuming that the bundle was in fact a baby. You see normally Hitman Jones wasn't one to play hero but this guy fit the body type he needed perfectly!

And it's not anyone would miss this piece of shit anyway.

The man got closer to the women and her baby brandishing the knife in the most threatening way he could do. Jones slowly walked into the hallway, his footsteps making noise but not enough to attract the muggers attention and started whistling that tune like he had been doing earlier. The mugger's head turned towards Hitman Joneses direction and pointed the blade at him not seeing the obviously bigger knife the hitman was holding.

"W-Who're you?" The man stuttered his once threatening nature gone once he took one look into those icy blue eyes that were narrowed at him. "Me? I'm nobody, you on the other hand are quite someone. Threatening a women and her baby because your too lazy to go get a job yourself. That's not scary, no that's just sad." The Hitman said raising the hand that had the knife it causing the man to gulp and drop the little switch blade he had been holding.

The knife glinted in the light as it was raised in the air and the women took the chance to hold her baby tight and run out of the alley way, yelling a thank you to the Hitman before disappearing from both their sights. "Now this, this is what I call scary." The hitman brought the knife down and screams began echoing throughout the alley along with a psychotic laughter .
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On the other side of town, Tyler and Alfred had finished their meal deciding to slit the bill between the two of them. They walked around and talked for a little while before they sadly had to part ways.

"It was nice seeing you Ty. The hero hopes to see you again sometime!" The blonde American exclaimed and hugged his black haired friend tight smiling when she hugged him back. "Okay hero, I'll see you around and stay out of trouble~" Tyler teased leaving the hug and punching the blonde playfully in the arm. "I'll try but trouble just seemed to follow me around wherever I go so no promises." Alfred teased back with just as much playfulness as that punch had.

"Bye Alfred!"

"Bye Tyler!"

With that the two friends parted ways and headed back to their respective houses with their groceries in tow unaware of how what happens tomorrow will change there lives forever.
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Hey guys! Sorry if Hitman Jones is a little OOC I've never written about him before, Any thoughts to share?