Hetalia Dective Agency
 

"Fuck yeah, this place is perfect!" Gilbert exclaimed as he dropped the last box on top of a dusty and clearly outdated desk. Francis finished wiping the last of the grime off the front window and Antonio kicked the Foreclosed sign into a corner to replace it with one that read 'Bad Three Detective Agency.'

"For once you did something right!" Antonio grinned. A second later, he dodged the too expected pencil flying for his head. Francis smacked Gilbert upside the side of the head, but all three of them were grinning with their shared insanity. Although Gilbert found the abandoned building perfectly placed on the corner of the street and pitched the idea, the three of them all agreed that no one in the world was better suited to helping others than them.

And thus was born their detective agency. They may have been squatting in a building they didn't belong in, but it was going to be a hell lot of fun. Gilbert struck a pose next to the sign. "And the Bad Three are ready for business!"

Italy was strolling happily on the street. He wasn't going anywhere in particular. He was just thinking about Germany and all the fun things they could do together. When he came around the corner, Italy saw an old building with a sign on it. He stopped walking and looked at the sign.

"Oh, a detective agency!" he exclaimed. "I must show Germany! He would love this!" When he turned around to find Germany, Italy ran into America. "Oh, hey dude! What's up?" America asked.

Italy got even more excited. "There's and old building over there that is a detective agency!" he exclaimed. "I'm going to go find Germany to show him!" America got excited as well and looked at the old building. "A detective agency huh? That's so cool dude!" he said enthusiastically. "I'm about to go somewhere else for a while, but I would love to check it out with you guys."

"Oh that would be great! We could check it out together and eat pasta there and see how good it looks and eat more pasta and..."

"Okay, okay, I get the idea," America interrupted. "I'll see it with you guys later. I gotta go." He started walking again. "I'll see you later!" he said as he waved to Italy. "Okay! I'll bring Germany too! And we'll have pasta!" Italy said excitedly. Then he left to go find Germany.

Germany was sitting by himself when he had a bad feeling. He put his hand on his forehead and sighed. "Is Italy talking about me again?" he asked himself. Then he prepared himself for whatever Italy might have in store for him.