Surrender (Police!Hetalia X Reader X 2p!Hetalia)

“STOP IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!”

“Since when has that ever worked on me, Alfred!?” You shouted back over your shoulder, sprinting around another corner as you did so, grinning like a maniac the entire time. “Why don’t you just give up already!?” A breathless laugh escaped your lips, and another glance back showed you that Officer Jones, Kirkland, Williams, and the older Vargas were the closest ones to your current location. “Pick up the pace, ladies!” You mocked, “I’m ahead of you by sixty feet! You’re losing it!”

Italian cursing reached your ears, and you stuck your tongue out at the red-faced Lovino before suddenly lashing your hand out to catch the “Pedestrian X-ing” sign. You twisted your body so you whipped back in the other direction, shooting straight out into traffic. Adrenaline coursed through your body and another exhilarated laugh slipped out. You focused your eyes on the road, dodging cars and trucks alike as you wove between speeding cars.

“Ah~ I love a good chase!” You shouted into the noisy night, smirking as you heard another voice yell after you.

“(NAME) (SURNAME)! WE COMMAND YOU TO HALT!”

You stuck your middle finger high in the air for all to see, ignoring the honks and screams coming from all around you. “Now where’s my ride…?” You muttered to yourself, leaping to the side to avoid getting crushed by a taxi. “Oh well, guess I’m just gonna have to improvise ‘til Luci shows up!” You spotted a motorcycle in the nearest parking garage and smiled again. “That’ll do~!” You poured on the speed, jumping over the hood of another car as you did so, flashing a perfect smile and a peace sign at the stunned tourists on the inside, (h/c) billowing out behind you in a very dramatic fashion. You dashed inside the garage, toward the motorcycle. Just as you were about to slide beneath to screw around with the mechanism, some guy ran up.

“HEY! What the hell are you doing to my bike!?”

You straightened up and grinned for the hundredth time. As soon as the man was close enough, you wrapped an arm around his neck and breathed, “I’m looking for a place to crash tonight. Got any room to spare? I’m sure there’s room in your bed, yes~?”  You hand traced down to his pockets, and he stiffened.

“Wh-Wha—?”

You suddenly ripped your hand out of his pocket, gripping his wallet and his keys. “Thanks!” You winked, kicked out with one leg and sent him sprawling backward, and called, “See you later, loser!” You twisted the key in the ignition, sending the engine growling to life, and slammed on the gas. The tires squealed as they spun against the hot asphalt, and you were off. You roared out of the garage, a victorious smirk on your face, right past the group of officers who had finally managed to catch up. “HEY ARTHUR!” You shrieked at the top of your lungs on your way past them.

Arthur scowled at you as you flashed past, and Alfred, Matthew, and Lovino didn’t look so thrilled, either. You flipped your hair over your shoulder, attempting to look sexy, and floored it, scaping by several more taxis and some bikers. You couldn’t care less about the damage, though, because you caught sight of some police cruisers heading your way through your mirrors. Your smile faded, to be replaced by a grim expression. “Oh, you guys wanna play? Then let’s dance….” You reached down to the gun holster at your hip, and, pulling it out swiftly, you fired a quick round over your shoulder, aimed at the nearest cruiser’s windshield. Hearing the sound of something shatter, you winced.

Unlike your associates and closest partners in crime, (Luciano Vargas, Kuro Honda, and their gang), you disliked killing or wounding unless there was a legitimate reason to. And besides, the Hetalian New York Police Force was the most challenging one out there, and the most fun to play games with. If they were wiped out, who were you going to toy with? Arthur, Alfred, Lovino, and Matthew were the most amusing. Those four were normally sent on your tail, and always promised an interesting chase through the city.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when the sound of gunfire reached your ears. “Ah, so Gilbert must be with them, as well as Vash,” you guessed. “After all, who else would be as reckless as to fire on a crowded city street such as this?” You swerved the motorcycle dangerously to the right and onto the sidewalk, inwardly praying you wouldn’t hit an innocent pedestrian. You avoided the trees and sewers, cringing when you came within six feet of a group of people. Luckily, however, people seemed to have seen you from far away, as the sidewalks were clearing out. “Good for me.” You sped up, swearing quietly when you heard the sirens of the cruisers close by. “How the hell are they keeping up with me!?”

Deciding to risk it, you cut sharply to the left, getting back to the road. Except you kept cutting over, until you were in the lane going against traffic. “All right, I’m cutting this pretty fucking close….” You were on hyper-alert, paying attention to every little detail. You had to, or you’d die. The motorcycle suddenly beeped at you as you braked without warning. “Low gas!? Are you fucking kidding me!?”

Hissing profanities under your breath, you pulled over to the side, narrowly missing a bus, and jumped off the bike, leaving it still running. You started to sprint toward the nearest place of refuge, which happened to be….a rather large-looking warehouse. I must’ve reached the outskirts of town without realizing it…. you thought.

You dashed inside, cursing your luck. “Okay, where to next?” You tensed as you heard the cruisers approaching your location. They sounded like they were a block away….a two streets….a single street…. They were closing in fast. Just as they had reached the warehouse, you suddenly had an idea. “Luciano tells me that quite a few of those ‘Hetalians’ find me….appealing….” A wicked grin twisted your lips. “Let’s test this theory, shall we?”






Arthur slammed the cruiser’s door behind him with a little more force than necessary, a frown displayed clearly on his face. His brother, Alfred, noticed this and asked, “What’s up with you?” as they made their way toward the warehouse.

“What do you think!?” The elder snapped back, jerking his thumb in the direction of the warehouse they were now entering. “It’s (Name) (Surname)! What did you think was troubling me!? That bloody girl has been giving us trouble from day one, dammit!”

“Whoa, bro, chill.” Alfred held up his hands in surrender. “We’ve got her cornered. We’ll get her this time, and you won’t have to worry about her anymore. Right?”

“Sure.” Arthur flicked locks of golden shaggy hair out of his emerald eyes and fingered the trigger on his favourite gun. Glancing up, he observed their surroundings as they stepped through the gaping doors. Lovino and Matthew stood back-to-back while Alfred wandered to the center of the large room.

“Where could she be?” Lovino muttered, shifting a bit. “It’s not like the ragazza to hide. Normally, she’ll come out fighting. Where’s the violence?”

“I agree,” Matthew whispered, adjusting his glasses. “(Name) has a flair for the dramatic. Wouldn’t she be causing a big scene? Normally she’ll fight us all at once, then when we move the conflict outside, she’ll blow up wherever we are just for the fun of it. So why isn’t she here now? It’s….too quiet.”

Arthur couldn’t help but feel uneasy as well. His stomach was further knotted when Alfred said, “Hey, guys? You ah….you might want to see this.”

“What?” Arthur asked, walking over to his brother.

Alfred swallowed and pointed.

Arthur followed the direction in which his finger pointed and almost lost his lunch. “(N-Name)?”

The girl was lying in a pool of red, a gun laying discarded amongst the gore. In the red, a message was smeared out on the floor.






“Oh shit.” Lovino moved as if he was going to back up a step, but suddenly, (Name)’s body moved. Her arm shot out and seized Lovino’s ankle. “WHAT THE CRAPOLA!?” Lovino shouted, and jerked away. Her grasp tightened and she forced him to the floor.

A (e/c) eye opened slowly, and the girl began to claw toward Lovino, who was now on the ground. Arthur watched, not fooled, as she grabbed his collar and twisted, pulling him forward. Arthur was surprised, however, when (Name) connected her lips with Lovino’s.

The man’s eyes widened and he gasped. The girl grinned and yanked him closer, arms wrapping around the Italian’s neck. She twisted Lovino’s curl around her finger, causing the man to stiffen up and give a soft groan. Lovino’s eyes eventually slid shut and he kissed her back, but as soon as he did so, (Name) released him and she turned her head to focus on Matthew. The Canadian gulped and tried to back up as (Name) stalked forward. She lunged at him and knocked him to the ground, then straddled the man’s hips. She smiled evilly and quickly pressed her mouth to Matthew’s. He struggled weakly, but he eventually gave in like Lovino had, accepting her kiss. She toyed with his curl as well, which made Matthew’s face erupt in a brilliant red blush.

All the while, Alfred and Arthur watched, dumbfounded. Lovino was still on the ground, dazed, and Matthew was suddenly beside him as (Name) stood up and made her way over to Alfred. The American shook his head slowly, but she ignored him and came forward. She seized his tie before he could get away, and the girl laced her fingers into his hair before slamming their lips together. She tugged on the ever-present cowlick, extracting a small moan from the blonde and causing the kiss to become more passionate. Alfred pulled her closer as she tilted her head to get a better angle. In doing so, her piercing (e/c) gaze met Arthur’s own emerald green one. (Name) smirked.

Arthur backed up when she grinned wickedly at him. She gave Alfred one more kiss on the cheek, sending him into shock, and got to her feet, turning to face Arthur. The Englishman gulped, forgetting all about the gun that was in his hand and focused instead on how bloody good (Name) looked right now. Then again, she always looked this good.

Arthur was so lost in thought he had failed to notice (Name)’s closeness until now. He glanced down, only to meet (e/c). He swallowed with difficulty and closed his eyes. She is my enemy. (Name) (Surname) is a criminal. I am an officer. I need to take her into custody and lock her and her friends up for good. She is a….a bad person….and she bloody needs to be….taught a….lesson….there are so many things she needs to be taught….that I could teach her….punish her…. Arthur unconsciously licked his lips, then he blinked and shook his head, only to have more dirty thoughts emerge. Bloody hell was the last thing he thought before slamming his lips onto (Name)’s.






You started when Officer Kirkland suddenly lunged forward and kissed you roughly. You hadn’t been expecting that. Your eyes fluttered shut as he pinned you to the floor and licked your bottom lip. You yielded instantly and allowed his tongue to snake in and explore your entire mouth. His hands teased up your sides as the kiss became more heated, and they stopped on either side of your head. He pulled away after what felt like an hour of making out. Blushing fiercely, the man looked anywhere but down at you, but you wanted to see those gorgeous emerald eyes again. You seized hold of his tie and yanked him down into another kiss, then pulled back to smirk.

“I didn’t know you had it in you, Kirkland.”

And with that, you slipped out from beneath him, jumped gracefully to your feet, and were out the door, fingering a button on your watch. You observed as the four officers looked at each other, still stunned by what you had done. You whistled as you activated the timer on your watch, then smiled as you walked to the curb. A black Mercedes pulled up just in time for you to climb in.

“Damn, Luciano, took you long enough.”

“Shut it, ragazza, I had things to do.” Despite his rude reply, the Italian threw an arm around your shoulders and kissed your cheek, tucking a rose behind your ear at the same time. “Have fun exploring New York?”

“No,” you responded, smirking, “the Hetalian Police was a little slow today.”

“Was it?” called Kuro from the front seat. He tossed a paper to you, which you caught easily. “I heard they gave you a run for your money.”

Reading it, you scowled and threw it back at him. “Bullshit. That picture’s not in context.”

Kuro snickered while Luciano rolled his eyes. The Italian started to kiss up your neck as you crossed your arms and pouted. “Something wrong, amore?” The brunette asked, seeing your sour expression.

“Yes. I’m not going to be able to see the warehouse explode.”

Luciano chuckled. “That’s my ragazza.” He shrugged and pulled you closer, into his lap. “Ah, well. I'm sure you’ll see it on the news tonight.”






Arthur was just exiting the warehouse when Alfred asked from behind him, “Hey….what’s that ticking sound?”

Lovino groaned. “(Name) did it again, didn’t she?”

Matthew sighed. “Well, what did I say? (Name) is one for the dramatics.”

Arthur frowned. “Then shouldn’t we be running?”

A few minutes later, as the four of them sped away in the cruisers, a brilliant orange fireball lit up the night sky.

"Where the hell does she get the explosives from!?"