In a half rundown apartment, a handful of teens gathered around a table, sporting clothing inspired by the current generation. Arthur Kirkland, the leader, was a Brit wearing a jacket vest and tore jeans, a stern look on his face as he stared at the plans written in pen, a cigarette hanging from his salmon lips. He had untamed blonde hair and round lime eyes that held all seriousness. He was accompanied by four other teenagers, all male and surrounding the table. In the corner sat Matthew Williams, cuddling a live, snowy polar bear cub that was a stolen gift just for him from a love struck Prussian. They were discussing in concentration when a blonde busted in with a bucket of fried chicken. He held a chicken leg in his grasp and he bit off of it.
"What's up, bitches!? I've got the chicken!" He exclaimed with a smile before cursing to himself and ducking quickly. A bullet hole was buried deeply into the wall just where his head had been. He stood up straight again and eyed a pissed off Italian. The brunette crossed his arms over his chest and scowled.
"Knock before you enter, bastard." He turned abruptly to face the table again, not concerned one bit for the American's safety. Alfred wiped off the crumbs on the side of his mouth, walking to where the others were gathered. He was observing the guidelines for the heist when a muscular German crashed through the door, nearly knocking it down. He glared around the room, scouting for a specific person.
"Where's Feli!?" He demanded angrily, rage coming in waves from his body. The brunette from earlier twisted around and aimed at the blonde's head.
"You stay the fuck away from my damn fratello, you kraut eater! You have no business being here!" Lovino yelled with a thick accent in his speech, staring the German down. A bubbly teen that could have been his twin gently pushed through the swarm. He opened his arms cordially and embraced his boyfriend.
"Luddy~!" He chirped. Lovino yanked his little brother away from his mate by the collar. He looked at him strictly, his mouth twisted into a deep frown. He opened his mouth to start to scold the younger sibling.
"Don't you dare touch him! Now I'll have to bleach you when we get home. That sucks, because you're already white enough." Feliciano sulked, his amber eyes wide and moist. He clasped his delicate hands together as he faced his brother, pleading.
"Please don't take me away from my Luddy, fratello! I love him and he loves me!" That only seemed to make Lovino snap as he pulled out a knife. Ludwig blanched.
"Then I'll be the one to kill both of you!" He stated before everyone in the room pulled out a firearm and aimed at him or the muscular male.
"Don't you stab either one of them, lad!" Arthur commanded. Lovino's eye twitched before he reluctantly let down his knife and put it away. He activated the safety on his gun again as Feliciano flinched at the sharp click. The whole time he disarmed himself, Lovino stared at Ludwig with a fatal air. Everyone put their weapons away as the tension resolved. Feliciano lead Ludwig to the couch and sat down, beckoning the German to do so. When he submitted, Feliciano successfully convinced him to let him proceed with helping with the plot.
Meanwhile, the nosy neighbor Roderich Edelstein, a stuck up aristocratic snob, was peeping through the windows in suspense. He was enfolded in a mint green robe and had on matching slippers. He had pink curlers in his brunette hair and a beauty mask concealing his perfect face. He narrowed his eyes at his gangster neighbors, scowling until he felt the barrel of a gun pressed into the back of his head. A tremor traveling down his spine, he reluctantly elevated his hands in the air.
Mein Gott….
It was just his luck he got caught. He slowly pushed off of his knees and flickered his eyes to his peripheral vision. Recognizing the figure, he rolled his eyes and exhaled in frustration. He relaxed as the barrel's pressure was relieved and instead hovered in front of his forehead.
"What the hell are you doing here, Roddy? Did you miss me or something?" Gilbert questioned as he locked gazes with the other German. Roderich glared at him.
"I'm going to turn you and your hoodlum friends into the police," he revealed determinedly. Gilbert's smirk widened. The last thing Roderich saw was white before he fell unconscious, a knot on his skull. Putting his gun in its rightful place in his pocket, Gilbert grabbed the back of Roderich's robe and dragged him into the apartment complex. Everyone turned to him as he entered, alarm and unease on their faces. The albino shrugged.
"He threatened to report us to the cops. I had to do something." In result, the others began suggesting what to do with the Austrian.
"Throw him in the closet," Alfred advised as he pointed at the closet with another chicken leg. Lovino shook his head.
"No, we'll forget him and he'll starve to death." Feliciano raised his hand from the couch, sitting in Ludwig's lap.
"Oh! Oh! I can take him to Ludwig's house and feed him pasta!" Arthur smacked him on the arm.
"No, you wanker! We can't let him run about, he'll get us caught." Matthew tightened his grip on the bear, watching everyone quarrel over what to do with the captive. He felt anger arise within him. He hated each and every one of them. They never asked his opinion and when they did, they dismissed it without thought.
Those damn hosers…. I hate them… On day I'll come in here and kill each and every one of them. I'll tear out their insides… And… And…
"Hey Mattie!" Matthew glanced up at his brother to find they had tied Roderich to a wooden chair and gagged him after he regained consciousness.
"What do you want, Alfie?" Matthew said softly, not having the heart to curse him out. Alfred smiled fondly at him.
"Watch Roderich while we go do our business, will you?" He requested. Matthew never participated in their activities because he was Alfred's "innocent little brother". He only attended the planning of the robberies because they were related and the American dragged him everywhere. Alfred absolutely adored him ever since they found each other again. After being separated and raised in different countries due to their parents' divorce, they reunited and later Matthew found out his brother was a straight up thug.
"N-N-No, I can't-" Alfred sent him a thumbs up, grinning at him.
"Thanks, bro, I knew I could count on you." Matthew glared at his back as everyone grabbed their weapons and fled the room. Sighing, Matthew stood up and walked over to Roderich, removing the gag around his mouth. He loosened the ropes around his legs and his wrists, his features soft and friendly. He reached forward to fix the Austrian's glasses. Roderich's demeanor unstiffened as he developed a new appreciation for the Canadian.
"Sorry about that. Those assholes are…" Matthew exhaled, sitting down across from Roderich on the planning table. He crossed his legs, smiling sheepishly at the Austrian. Roderich cleared his throat.
"Why are you being nice to me?" He asked, trying not to come off as ill-mannered. Matthew smiled sweetly, playing with his fingers.
"I'm a nice person. Just related to some selfish criminal…" Roderich felt his heart weep for the boy.
"I see. Do you hate them, too?" Matthew looked at his hands, nodding.
"Yes… Honestly, I would stab all of them if I could." Roderich slowly smiled.
"I think we'll get along just fine. I'm Roderich."
"I'm Matthew," Matthew replied shyly. He turned to Kumajiro, sighing hopelessly.
"Kuma, next time you see those hosers, bite their heads off. I'll pay you in pancakes, eh?" He compromised as he petted the bear.
With the delinquents, Alfred was holding a gun to the head of a blonde male as the inhabitants of the bank hid in fear. Feliciano was outside scouting for the police anxiously. Gilbert was standing on one of the countertops, revolving his gun to aim at different people.
"Kesesesese~! I am awesome!" He broadcasted as he cackled. Under the desk, a timid blonde pressed the panic button, keeping his whimpers muffled. He was fragile, after all.
"Tell us where the vault is!" Lars commanded as he held another blonde by the hair. Alfred tightened his chokehold around the Nordic's neck, his grip firmly on the trigger.
"In the back! I-I don't have the code, though," the man, named Mathias, yelled in a panic.
"Mother fucker!" Alfred glared down at the guy in his grip.
"Who in here has the code?!" The Norwegian rolled his eyes, droning as he spoke.
"The only one who has it is the manager and Emil." Lovino glanced at him while holding the Finnish man hostage.
"Who the fuck is Emil?" The Norwegian, with difficulty, pointed to the Icelander who was hiding behind a desk. When Alfred threw Lukas down and stomped to him, he watched him, frozen. He grabbed Emil by the arm and aimed at his head.
"Tell me the code or your family dies." Tino began to cry, tears running down his face as Lovino kept him imprisoned. Emil shook his head, determined not to tell him the password. Mathias grimaced as the barrel of the gun pressed into his jawline.
"NOW!" Lars screamed as Emil flinched and shook his head again, his face white from fear. Arthur tapped his fingers against the driving wheel impatiently, wondering what the hell the others were doing as he waited for them to exit the bank. If they didn't come out in under ten minutes, he was going to speed off and they wouldn't have a getaway driver. He glared at his dashboard, regretting the decision to let Lars be the leader this time.
"YOU HAVE 5 SECONDS," Lars shouted. Emil clenched his eyes shut painfully, not budging. Alfred really wished he had a burger with him. Lovino readied himself to shoot the poor Finnish male. Mathias held his breath.
"Emil, just tell them the damn pass!" Lukas pleaded.
"5…. 4… 3… 2…" Emil readied himself for his death as the others began to sob. The doors were kicked in as a Spaniard pulled out his gun.
"What is it now, Tin-" Emil opened his eyes as he felt the American freeze. He stared as the Spanish male glanced around, his eyes wide. Tino had newfound hope in his eyes as he recognized his curly haired companion.
"Antonio!" Tino, who had pressed the panic button on many false alarms, had alerted the police so many times they rarely took him seriously. He had befriended the Spaniard after the first 7 times and knew him personally. Dropping their hostages, the criminals glanced at each other, scared shitless.
"Wh-What now, dude?" Alfred stammered, sweating. The Nordics regained their breath as the felons tried to figure out what to do now that they were caught. Taking in that this was real, Antonio swallowed and aimed wholeheartedly at the crooks. It was when his eyes landed on Lovino that his arms slackened. His heart soared in his ribcage as he watched the Italian stare back at him, his face as red as a tomato. Their gazes locked as Antonio felt his legs weaken.
I think I'm in love….
Soaking in what was going on, Lars signaled everyone to run out the front entrance. Everyone obeying and running, Alfred grabbed Lovino's hand, dragging him along.
"Come on, Lovi! There's no time for making goo-goo eyes!" He exclaimed, tugging him along. When their shoulders brushed, Antonio felt like everything was going in slow motion. Lovino watched him over his shoulder until Alfred pushed him inside of Arthur's car.
"GO, GO, GO!" The Brit pressed the pedal to the metal as the car gave a screech. Watching this exchange on the television, Matthew frowned. He hoped the others wouldn't get caught so early. Not when he had made the perfect plan with Roderich to kill them all individually. He lifted the remote and switched the channel; right to a report on a missing polar bear from a local zoo. Looking at Kumajiro, Matthew lifted him into his arms and petted him softly. It wasn't the Canadian's fault that the guy who happened to have a crush on him went and stole a small bear for him. In fact, he was really attached to it and had started to like the Prussian back.
"Oh no…"