'Hey Alfred?' The small Canadian male asked reading his newspaper.
'Yeah, Matthew?' His American counterpart said back.
'The Braginski three stuck agian.' The one called 'Matthew' showed Alfred of the two the news paper headline. It read 'Braginski Siblings; Strike agian', under that was a throwing dagger, a pick fork and an Iron pipe.
'Damn... Another murder?' Alfred sighed. He was currently a senior at the Instute of Law in New york.
'Those three are sick.' Matthew pouted and put down the papers.
'I heard It's three siblings between the ages of 21 and 28.' The canadian male stated. His brother nodded.
'Yeah... You know I'm being put on that case soon.' He looked down at his younger brother.
'It's my 'final exam' from the Instute.'
'What?' Matthew looked up at his brother in shock.
'Thats great! You'll solve it it, and end these damned murders!' Matthew cheered knowing his brother had a nack for solving things ever since they were little.
'I hope...' The american sighed. He stood up and grabbed hsi Jacket.
'I'm gonna head to school' And with that the house went to silance leaving the canadian home alone.
The tall russian man walked along the streets. He had pale hair and even paler skin. He wore a navy blue turtle neck and gray slacks, wrapped arounf his neck was a white sweater that looked very old.
Behind him was a Russian woman. She had Pale hair and rather large breast. Her outfit consisted of Gray slacks and a navy blue dress shirt. The buttens in the middle looked as if they were ripped open.
Following her was an even small girl. She had long dirty blonde hair and she wore a long white and navy blue dress.
The three hide there hands behind their backs in a rather polite manner.
Alfred ran down the street in a hurry. He knew he should have left sooner then he had. He just had to stop for coffee. Not paying attention he ran right into the tall Russian man.
'Oh Dude!' Alfred groaned rubbing his head.
'Dammnit...' The russian man hissed as the burning heat leaked through his shirt onto his chest.
The smallest of the russian three reached into her sleeve with anger filling her eyes but the older of the two girls stopped her.
'I'm sorry, mister!' The sunny blond got up and grabbed the russian man's arm.
'It is okay.' He murmered in his thick Russian accent.
'Damn, I Got your shirt ruined with my coffee!' The american was about to panic.
'Here!' The American scribbled down his number and gave it to the russian.
'Hey, I'm Alfred F. Jones. I'm sorry I ruined your shirt. I'm in a rush right now so please call me and I'll pay you back. Bye!' He ran off leaving the three confused.
'Ivan..?' The big breasted woman stepped forward and touched her brother's back.
'Kat..? Natalia...?' He felt his face slowly begin to heat up.
'Da, big Brother?' Natalia asked.
'I think I'm in love... With a beautiful sunflower.' He mumered clutching the paper in his hand.
This is actually going to be a very serious fic. 'Its just business' was the inspiration for this. I hope you like it!
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