Hetalia Color Police Story: Coming After You: Pink Police (England)

Pink Police(England): The Crown Jewels 

"Damn that Simons! Why'd she come here?" Arthur asked himself, muttering. His feet felt like they were being stabbed with knives. He was on the move, chasing Eva Simons, the World's most wanted Criminal. God, it was hard to even keep up with Eva. He felt like he was getting old, but hell, that was no problem for a police officer that was also the personification of a country. It still confused him how Eva could still outwit him, the man who could figure out a person and cleverly beat anyone. 

Eva laughed. Oh, this was too fun, teasing the Pink Police Officer. Out of all the police officers she'd ever teased, she loved to tease him the most, mainly because he was the only one who ever got close to catching her, but that had been a long time ago, when she was still relatively inexperienced. "Come on Kirkland! You getting old, or what?!" She knew well enough that he was the personification of England,  and that talking about his age would piss him off. 

Sure enough, it did the trick, and Arthur was soon extremely angry. "I-I'm not that old! Just look at Yao!" He yelled. He was also frustrated. How could he let her get on his nerves so easily? Now, if only he'd been able to apprehend her earlier, when he'd first seen her… 

***********Magical Time Warp to 10 hours ago************

Eva sighed, walking around the streets of London. Why the hell she'd even wanted to come here was beyond her family. "The British are the one's who almost caught you once! No one's ever caught you!" Her mother had warned. She had smiled calmly at her mother. "Mom, that was a while ago. I've become a lot more experienced. Besides, it's fun to mess with Kirkland." Her mother sighed. "Don't tell me you've fallen for him." Eva blushed lightly. "Are you kidding?! I'm a criminal! It could never be, even if I wanted it." They were silent, and spoke no more of the subject.

Eva's mother was the woman in charge of the Spanish Mafia branch in America. Before leaving, Eva's mother had given her a dark black bag to help her in England. "Don't worry, mom. I'll come back with the Crown jewels in time for your birthday!" She had said. Her mother had smiled, pleased. Thinking back on this Eva realized she had not even a small plan formulated on how to get even one crown jewel. 

As if a sign from beyond,  she suddenly over heard two men talking. Two officers. She hid behind the outer corner of an alley. "…Yeah. The Queen's Crown will be on display in Buckingham Palace tonight. We have to guard it well. I hear that Simons is still alive and on the loose." One officer said. She wondered if this was a trap, but soon realized it wasn't. They had no idea where she was. "I heard Simons is in Tasmania. But still, we should be careful." The other officer said. 

Eva smiled to herself. That was all she needed. Thank God she had stolen a credit card from some guy on the plane on the way here. He probably still hadn't noticed. Eva went to a fancy shop, that sold fancy dresses. She bought a dress that was sleeveless, and was the color crimson. It had many jewel like rhinestones on it's trim. The Shop keeper, thinking she was the man she had stolen the credit card from's daughter, told her to buy the dress. She agreed, and also bought an expensive pair of ruby red ballet flats. 

She went to a hotel, and bought a room for one night. She put the gown on, and, because Buckingham Palace was so close to the hotel, she walked to the place, noting every single detail. She had put on makeup, so that she would be unrecognizable. There were four guards on each side of the gates. Guards lined the red carpet that stretched out the door of the Palace. The Queen was already inside. 

Eva walked in unnoticed, mainly because this event was open to the public. The Queen sat at her chair in the center of the room, her old frame bent over and laughing from a joke told by the chief policeman and personification of England, Arthur Kirkland. Eva approached the two of them, greeting the Queen with a bow. Arthur spoke to other Guards, making sure everything was alright. He didn't notice Eva. There were two body guards around her, making sure no one hurt her. 

"Well, hello darling. What's your name?" The Queen asked. Arthur stood off to the side, suspicious of the familiar looking female. "Hello, Your Majesty. I would like to tell you that the Crown Jewels are simply magnificent. My name is Maria Levingsworth." Eva lied, feigning a British accent, which she was rather good at, even if she was American. The Queen nodded. "Arthur, come here, Dear." She said, beckoning to the blond British man.  He obeyed, quickly walking over to the Queen and her guest. 

"This is Maria Levinsworth. She said she is an Admirer of the Jewels." Arthur eyed her warily. Something seemed off about the girl. She seemed familiar. Eva felt her self wanting to shiver from his cold stare. She stayed, a small smile plastered to her face, though. "Hello." The girl said to him, bowing slightly. "No Offense, your Majesty, but, should you not be more wary of your guests?" Arthur asked the Queen, never once taking his eyes off Eva. 

Eva kept hold of his steely gaze, returning his cold glare with a bright, warm one of her own. There was silence.  "Well, I am truly sorry, your Majesty, but I must go. My Father said to say hello to you, and return to him afterwards." The Queen nodded, a smile on her face. "It's quite alright, my dear. Enjoy the festivities." She said. Eva bowed, and left. 

"Now, Arthur, why can't you be more kind to our guests!" The Queen said, still quite calm, but feeling a little embarrassed over his strange attitude. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. It's just that… She looks very familiar. Something is not right with that girl." Arthur mulled over her appearance  wondering where he had seen her before. More people greeted the Queen, and he did also, but his mind stayed on the strangely familiar, and quite beautiful, Maria Levingsworth. 

Eva wandered around, waiting for the Party to be at it's height, and the Queen to make an announcement and a rather long speech. Being a girl who loved the spotlight, Eva was waiting until then, so she could crash the speech, and easily take the Crown for herself, in her brand new black bag. There was the voice of the Queen suddenly. 

"I would like to thank all of you for being here, and for seeing the Crown. It's very nice isn't it?" The Queen said. The crowd murmured in agreement, small smiles of gratitude on their faces. Eva ducked into the bathroom, and quickly shimmied out of the dress and flats, trading them for a red shirt with long sleeves and a v-neck. She put on a pair of black cargo pants. Then she slipped on and laced up a pair of Combat boots. 

Eva smirked to herself. The Queen might just have a heart attack, seeing that "Maria Levingsworth" was in fact, Eva Simons, world's most wanted criminal. Arthur was right to be suspicious of her. Seeing an air duct above the bathroom, Eva quickly jumped up and tore it from it's hinges. She climbed on the walls of the bathroom stall, and up into the medium sized air duct. 

She crawled through the claustrophobic feeling vents, and towards the sound of the Queen's voice. "And now, for the object we've been waiting to see… the Crown!" The Queen said loudly. The audience clapped, and Eva smirked. It was time to drop down and take the item. Silently taking out the air duct above the Queen's podium, she watched for a moment as the Queen read the history of the Crown and it's importance. 

Then, Eva jumped down. The crowd gasped and there were any horrified yells. The Queen stared at her, an angry, narrow eyed glare. Arthur stood at a distance, frozen from the sudden surprise drop in. "Hello, Your Majesty. Recognize me?" Eva used the British accent she had used earlier. "It can't be…" The Queen said, her eyes widening, and her lungs expelling all air she'd taken in. "But it is, Your Majesty. I'm here for the Crown." The audience gasped once more, and someone shrieked in the back of the Palace. 

Eva quickly grabbed the Crown, and stuffed it into her bag. "Thank you, Your Majesty. I'll be on my way. Oh and Arthur," Eva said, pausing slightly, already in a position to move. "You were right to be suspicious of me." Arthur groaned. He knew it! That was Eva Simons, the world famous criminal. Eva took off at an extremely fast pace, Arthur far behind but quickly catching up. 

The Queen was angry. "Get her!" She yelled at the Guards around her. They nodded, and took off after her. Eva felt the smirk at the corners of her lips. Ah, to be chased in the Buckingham Palace. This was like living the dream. Eva ran farther, yelling out behind her, "Come on, Kirkland! You getting old or what?" That succeed in getting him angry, just as she'd planned. "I-I'm not that old! Just look at Yao!" He yelled back. 

Eva ducked out of the main hallway. The other Guards went the other way, but Arthur kept running forward. He knew she would run here, to the cloaking darkness this room offered. No one was here. He stroked the handle of his revolver. His run slowed to a walk, and he creeped through the dark shadows of this part of the Palace. Eva heard him, as quiet as he was. She smirked. So he thought he could catch her. 

"Come out Simons. I know you're here. It's only you and I here." He said cautiously. Eva knew he was telling the truth, because she's seen the other Guards head somewhere else. She slunk out of her hiding place, into another dark corner of the room. Arthur sensed movement. "Where are you?" He muttered. "Here." Her voice seemed to come from everywhere. 

"Dammit." He cursed. "Oh Kirkland. You think you can catch me? Think again, dear. If I'm the world's most wanted criminal, why would you be able to catch me?" Kirkland felt his heart speed up, almost as if he was a school girl talking to her crush. "Shush your stupid thinking." Arthur told himself. How was she doing this projection of her voice? It seemed as if she was everywhere and everything all at once.  

From out of the shadows, he finally saw her slender legs slink out of her hiding place. She wore her signature outfit. "Hello, Kirkland." Arthur growled and pointed his gun at her. Eva smiled, but slowly put her hands up. "Hand the Crown over, Simons." Eva smirked. "How about… no." She said defiantly. He cocked the gun, silence filling the room. 

She took a step closer to him, then sidestepped somewhere else, into the shadows. Arthur mentally cursed himself. He looked around, the darkness making his vision horrible. He suddenly felt a chest pressed against his back. "Hello, Kirkland." Eva whispered seductively.  Arthur cursed, this time muttering it out loud. He felt himself being slowly turned on by this criminal. 

"Excited, aren't we?" She said, chuckling. Arthur shivered. "You'll never catch me, Kirkland. And when you do, it's because you've killed me." In one quick motion, Eva turned his head, and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. Afterwards, she promptly broke a window, and stepped towards it. Arthur was both still in shock and in heaven at the kiss. "Adios, Kirkland." The smirk played at her lips, as she jumped, and ran out into the dark night. 

He stepped up to the window, but let her run. He stared at her retreating figure, touching his lips. He had no idea what to make of the strange emotion in his body. "Officer Kirkland, where'd she go? What happened?" The Guards stumbled into the room, tired from chasing nothing. "We lost her a few minutes ago. Kirkland? Are you alright?" The same guard spoke, wondering why Arthur would not respond.  Arthur realized that they had asked him something. He had still been staring out the window. He saw his reflection in the shards of glass at his feet. His lips had gotten a slight shade redder, from Eva's lipstick. He was panting, still out of breath from both chasing her and kissing her. His blond hair was disheveled, and a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead. His uniform was slightly wrinkled, and his cap had fallen from his head at some point. Finally, he realized he had to answer the guards. 

"Nothing. Nothing happened. She got away." He was still facing the broken window, his right index finger touching his bottom lip. Shards of glass littered the ground around him. "Are you alright?" A guard asked, repeating the question the other guard had asked, but had not gotten an answer to. Arthur nodded. "I'm fine." But the Guards didn't believe that. They all marched to the Queen, and the Queen asked what happened. Arthur motioned for her to speak to him in the privacy of her office. 

"So what happened? Did that wretched girl get away?" Arthur nodded, and told her the story. At the end, he told the part he hadn't told the guards. "She kissed me, Your Majesty." He felt the blush on his face, and instinctively touched his lips again. The Queen smiled slightly.  Almost like a child, she said, "And you liked it, didn't you, Arthur?"

Arthur felt the blush tint his cheeks even redder. "N-No! Of course not! Where do you get a silly idea like that?" The Queen giggled, like a school girl. "The blush on your cheeks, Arthur, dear." The Queen quickly became somber. "Do you think you might be able to apprehend her someday, and get the Crown back?" Arthur nodded. "As long as she doesn't sell it. I doubt she will. She will probably keep it as a sort of trophy."  The Queen nodded slightly. Arthur also had the sneaking suspicion she'd want to remember this night for quite a while. "I think she might go to America. I hear she has family there." The Queen nodded. "Go as quickly as you can." 

Arthur left the room, and called the airlines, setting up a flight to go to America within the next ten hours. Then, he went home, and packed his bags. He had a feeling that he'd be away from his home for a while. Tracking Eva down would not be easy. "I'm doing this for Queen and Country." He assured himself. But deep down, he knew he was going after her for a more selfish reason. Arthur felt it. Eva hadn't just stolen the Crown. She'd stolen his heart, too. 

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Eva took a deep breath, and knocked on the door of her mother's giant mansion. Her mother opened the door, and hugged her, sligth tears in her eyes. Because her daughter lived this life, Eva's Mother never knew if she might have seen her for the last time.  Eva stepped inside. She took a whiff of all the familiar smells of the home. "How did it go?" Her mother asked. Eva smiled. She took out the Crown and additional jewels she had swiped. 

"You stole some of the Crown jewels?" Her mother was breathless. "Happy birthday, mom." Eva said, hugging her. "I plan to keep the Crown, though. You can have all the other Jewels." Her mother was happy with that, but wanted to hear the story of how it was in England. Eva told her the story, even the part at the very end. "I kissed Kirkland, mom. It was the only way to distract him." Her mother rolled her eyes. 

"I'm so sure Eva." Under her mother's stern, disapproving frown, though, was a slight smile. "He'll be coming after me." Eva said, sure of it. "I can only stay here for a few days, mom. Then, me and the Crown have got to go off and steal something else." Her mother smiled softly. "Go get some rest, it's been a long day for you, I assume." Eva nodded, and took the Crown upstairs to her bedroom. 

She placed the Crown next to her other treasures, all things she'd need to take with her where she would travel next. Eva stared at the Crown from her bed, when she lay down, and wondered what Kirkland was doing. She tried to stop the conflicting emotions from rising up and filling her veins, but it was futile. She felt the strange emotion cradle and caress her. 

She had a crush on Arthur Kirkland, Chief of the Pink Police of England. Eva smiled slightly. She knew Arthur was looking for her, and that she'd see him again. She closed her eyes, and fell asleep, thinking about the past twenty four hours. Especially Buckingham Palace in the darkness. 

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