Hetalia One-Shots!

Hitman Jones x Reader x Assassin Kirkland Part 1

(Y/n) sighed, she just had another hard day at work. She was more than happy the day was over, and it was Friday no less.

She lazily opened her apartment, slamming the door behind her and flopping onto the couch.

She wearily undid her (h/l) (h/c) locks from the tight bun she put in for work.

(Y/n) smiled, changing into a/an (f/c) tank top and black yoga pants.

She looked out the window, smiling when she saw the approaching storm clouds. Most people hated storms, but (Y/n) loved them (sorry if you don't), she saw them as opportunities to cuddle up on your couch and relax.

She didn't expect two men to enter her yard and start shooting at each other.

The first one with his back facing the window seemed to have messy blonde hair and pale skin with a rather petit frame. The other had dirty blond hair with a cowlick and sky-blue eyes hidden behind thick framed glasses, his skin was tan and he seemed taller than the other man, but the odd thing about him was the insane smile that painted his otherwise gorgeous face.

(Y/n), being the logical woman she was, opened the window. "What are you two doing?!" She screamed.

The man with the cowlick just smirked at her. "I'd hate to put a bullet in such a pretty face; shut up, would ya, hun?" He purred, making her blush and avoid contact with his beautiful blue eyes.

The other male scoffed. "Always such a player, Jones." He said with a thick English accent that made (Y/n) blush fiercely again.

"I-I'll call the cops!" She blurted out, hoping they would leave.

The one closer to her sighed, turning to face her. He had a gorgeous face with unrealistically thick eyebrows and shocking emerald eyes.

He rolled his eyes at her. "Trust me, love. You don't want to do that. You're dealing with professional killers here."

She sputtered, he called her love. HE CALLED HER LOVE!

He smiled, turning back to the other. "Try and hit me, Jones."

"Jones" chuckled darkly. "Trust me, old man. I won't have to try."

(Y/n) watched in horror as the rain started, both men pulled out their guns and started shooting. She couldn't tell whose blood was whose.

Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, Jones collapsed, leaving the other grinning madly and panting, looming over the lifeless body.

(Y/n) was horrified. She couldn't move.

The other turned back to her, dropping his gun and putting his arms up, slowly approaching the window. (Y/n) was too scared to even speak.

"Love, I promise, I won't hurt you. Promise."

"You... you just killed that man!" She screeched.

He shushed her harshly. "You'll alert the cops. Besides, I need your help."

"But you're-"

"Please."