When a mistake from the past leaves Arthur, Alfred, Matthew and Francis targeted, what lengths will they have to go through to protect each other? And who else we get dragged in in the process? Some USUK and maybe Franada is I feel like it. also GerIta.

Alfred was sitting at a table in McDonald's eating a Big Mac. He was wearing his usual attire, having just got back from work. It was a brownish like suit with black boots, the one he wore every time he went to work. He was also wearing his bomber jacket, something that he treasured greatly. He never went anywhere without it, even if it was summer and it was 90 degrees outside. He looked around the restaurant, if you could even call it that. His brother always corrected him when he called it a restaurant, saying that it wasn't up to restaurant standards and should be called a fast food place, fast food joint or something of that nature depending on the person. Alfred didn't care though. If he wanted to call it a restaurant then damn it he would call it a restaurant. He was an American and he had rights!

He noticed as he looked around the resta- 'fast food joint' that there weren't too many people inside, even though it was three in the afternoon. There were usually many people grabbing a late lunch or a quick snack before dinner. Perhaps they had all decided to use the drive-thru? It was completely possible but he still found it strange and unlikely. Then again, maybe he was reading too much into the thought. For some reason, he had been nothing but cautious lately. When he tried to discuss it with his brother Matthew, his boyfriend Arthur or even that perverted French man that Arthur always hung out with, Francis, they all told him he was being paranoid. Maybe they were right?

But he couldn't shrug off the terrible feeling. Something just felt off. He suddenly didn't feel like eating and that was really saying something since the American usually ate on an average of seven times a day, and this was only his third meal.

Feeling suddenly full, he put down the burger he was eating and threw it out but decided to keep the Coke that he didn't finish. He put the straw in his mouth and took a big gulp, making a loud slurping sound as he walked out the door and to his car. He figured it would be best to go home for now.

~Meanwhile~

A dark chuckled filled the room. A man, whose face could not be determined, was sitting at a large desk staring a wall filled with multiple screens showing different places. One of the screens which the man seemed particularly interested in was the one of a plain everyday McDonald's. He watched as the dirty blonde man left the fast food establishment, probably going to his car.

The man pushed a button on the intercom that was on his desk. "Sisters, come here please." He said and less than 30 seconds later two women entered the room. "Did you get the job done? Is everything going according to plan?" He asked quietly.

He earned an eager nod from one of the shorter of the two women. "Yes master, we have done what you asked. We are here to please." She said, her voice slightly dark giving off a creepy vibe.

The taller women looked down and nodded. "Yes." She said quietly. She was a lot less confident than her sister, not really approving of all of this. Still she would follow her siblings to the end, no matter what they did. As the oldest it was her job to protect them, and she would do just that.

"Perfect." The man said as he got up from his chair quickly, dark and demonic laughter coming from his mouth as he stared at the screen. There was a crazy evil look in his eye. "Well then, it seems that the time everyone has been waiting for is about to begin. Let's see who will rise and who will fall! They are all part of my game now, let's see how they find their way out." He said as his younger sister laughed right alongside him. However the oldest of the three siblings frowned at them and stayed off to the back of the room, not wanting any part of this. For she already knew, that this was just the beginning of something big. It would get all of the 'chosen' people involved in a terrible way that she didn't want to think about. And she couldn't stop them- no, more like she wouldn't stop them. For this was what they wanted, and she wanted them to be happy. Even at the cost of other lives.

~Back to the American~

Alfred had made it home safely, however even as he got out the car he couldn't shake away the uneasy feeling that was apparent in his body. He walked up to the front door, drink in hand, and turned the knob opening the door. He walked inside the house and then closed the door behind him. He took off his shoes and stretched slightly, throwing his empty drink out in a nearby garbage can. "Man, am I beat. He said as he looked around with a grin. It is good to be home!" And with that he took in a deep breath of air. As usual the house smelled of greasy good, sweat and perfume.

Wait.

Perfume?

He took another deep breath in to make sure he had gotten it right.

Yep, that was defiantly perfume, no mistaking it. It was a nice fragrance actually, a mixture of cherry blossoms and lilac from what Alfred could tell. But this wasn't right.

Alfred didn't wear perfume, nor did any of his friends male or female. And he most defiantly did not have any one night stands over since he knew very well his British boyfriend would probably go into Britannia rage and turn him into a frog or something. Then why did the house smell like that?

Wait, now that he thought of it…

He remembered how he opened the door to his house.

But he couldn't have been able to open that door.

He knew, absolutely /knew/ he had locked it before leaving the house this morning. He always did especially since he had recently been extremely paranoid.

However it was beginning to look less like paranoia and more likely that there was something wrong here. He stopped moving and grew completely silent as he tried to sense any form of movement or breathing other than his own present in the house hold.

Nothing.

Not footsteps or anything.

Then why could have come in the house? Was it really just a robber trying to steal something? But everything was perfectly as he had left it, everything. Then for what reason would someone want to break into his house? What could it mea-

Wait, what was that?

Alfred grew completely silent as he stopped his train of thought. He held his breath so he would be able to hear better.

There it was.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

It was faint, but it was there. Was it the sound of a clock? No, it couldn't have been. He didn't own any clocks besides a big digital one and the clock provided on the many computers and game systems in his house. That meant it could only be one thing. His eyes widened as he quickly put on his shoes and went to open the front door. He stopped for a moment and then quickly reached into the back of the bottom kitchen drawer taking out a pistol. He then proceeded to run out the house but then-

BOOM.

The house exploded.

Just like that.

Everything went flying in the air and everything else was drowned in flames, eventually leaving ashes behind.

Alfred was nowhere to be found.

Matthew was drinking some coffee at the kitchen table holding his bear, Kumajiro. "It looks like it's just us Kumajiro… no one comes to visit anymore." He said quietly.

"Who are you?" The bear asked.

Matthew sighed. "I'm Matthew your owner." He muttered quietly. However he was very well aware there was no use in saying it. The bear never remembered his name and seriously doubted that he would anytime soon. Matthew was listening to the TV run in the living room for he had left it on. He really didn't care for watching it though. He was completely fine with simply sitting at the kitchen table drinking his coffee. However, when he heard something that had shocked him slightly he quickly stopped drinking his coffee and ran to the living room, wondering if he heard correctly.

There on the screen was a news reporter standing near a house. Matthew used the term house loosely since it didn't look like a house at all. In fact there were mostly ashes with maybe one small residue of a wall standing up on the right side. On the scene were many fire fighters and many bystanders staring in awe and in shock at the scene before them. The news reported was speaking.

"Here I stand in front of the house of Alfred F. Jones, a very polite and happy young man adored by all. Due to a tragic accident which police are still looking into, the house was said ablaze by a sudden explosion earlier today. The man's body has yet to be found, however we presume him to be dead."

Matthew stared at the screen emotionless for a moment. He didn't cry, he didn't sob and he didn't whine. He simply stared as he let out a shaky breath. He took out his phone and called a certain Englishman.

It rang three times before the Brit actually picked up. " 'Ello? Who's this?" He asked.

"Arthur it's me, Matthew." He said. "Stay on the line for a moment okay?" He said as he put him on hold and then called a certain Frenchie.

Two rings before he picked up. "Bonjour Matthieu." The Frenchman said, looking at the caller idea before picking up.

"Bonjour." Matthew greeted. "Francis, hang on one moment." He said as he clicked a button on his phone, holding it for a minute. "Can both of you hear me?" He asked when he let go of the button.

"Oui." Francis stated simply.

"Yes but why is the frog on this line!" The Brit yelled angrily, not being too fond of the man.

"Please, focus." Was all Matthew had to say before receiving their full attention. They noticed the strong serious sound in his voice which was very unlike the Canadian. It took a while for Matthew to speak. "I'm assuming you guys didn't see the news yet?" He asked.

This caused both parties to raise an eyebrow on the other side of their phone lines. "The news? Why what is on the news?" The Brit asked quickly.

Matthew glanced at his TV before sighing. "It seems that it is time." He said quietly.

"Time?" Francis said quickly. "Wait… that time? What makes you so sure Matthieu?" He asked the young Canadian.

Matthew was quiet once again.

"Wait…" Arthur said quietly. "Shouldn't Alfred be included in this? I mean he is part of this too…" He started. When he didn't hear Matthew speak his face grew grim. "…M-Matthew? Please… please don't tell me Alfred is-"

"We don't know that for sure." Matthew said cutting him off. "However his house... well it was bombed and exploded quite recently actually. Ten, maybe fifteen minutes ago. No body has been found." He said getting to the point.

"Oh my god…" Arthur said his voice shaking.

Francis piped in. "Arthur please relax. Alfred might seem like he is bad at reading the atmosphere but he is nowhere near an idiot. Pretty smart actually. I'm sure he sensed something and escaped just in time. If so, he shall meet us at the assigned destination." He said calmly in his French accent.

Matthew nodded, even though he knew that they couldn't see him. "I agree with Francis. But we can worry about Alfred later; we have more important things to deal with which is why I must wrap this up quickly." He said as he looked around the house. "They could be listened right now, I don't know. After this, we cannot contact each other until we reach our destination. Alfred either whether it's to just make sure he's okay. There we can speak. By the way, there will probably be armed guards at both your doors at any moment." He said giving out a small sigh as he pulled back his curtain slightly and looked out the window. "It seems that they have already begun to gather around my home…" He said quietly.

"Will you be okay Matthieu?" Francis asked a hint of worry in his voice.

"I'll be fine, don't worry about me." Matthew said, being very calm about the situation. "You know what you two have to do right?" He asked.

Arthur sighed rubbing his head from his side of the phone. He picked out a spell book from a nearby bookshelf. "Yeah yeah I know…" He muttered quietly.

Francis chuckled a bit as he went into the kitchen and reached inside a large drawer. "Should I hold back Matthieu?" He asked.

Matthew from his side, went up to his bedroom and into his closet. He reached all the way in the back and pulled out a sniper rifle with a scope on it. "No," He began as he grabbed a belt with some bullets and tied it around his waist. "Kill them all."

Francis smirked darkly from his end and Arthur simply sighed.

"Understood."

And with that the conversation was over.

And the real fight began.