Howdy, peoples. Now, I know my various fanfiction efforts have failed epically in the past, but hey, I feel I got this in the bucket. So listen to my special story I came up with here. This stems from my love of all things America, FrUk and random other things, especially my interest in serial killer!nations.

So go on and read!

Arthur felt worse than if he had been run over. What with his annoying partner and his boss breathing down his neck about the current case, his stress levels were boiling over. Alfred was as annoying as ever, always begging to go to that stupid fast food place, but Arthur eventually got him to settle for some coffee (he never understood why he didn't like tea) and fish and chips. Then Alfred went to his room to play video games, leaving Arthur to review over the case and wait for Francis.

Sure enough, the doorbell rang. Arthur stood up and slowly opened the door. "Hello, Francis." He nodded his head at the Frenchman and ushered him inside, offering him tea and scones.

"No thank you, Monsieur." Francis pushed the plate slightly away. "Now, onto the case, what do we have?" Arthur pulled out the file, unaware of the blond head peaking around the corner.

Sobering up more than ever, Arthur grimaced. "Five murders, all in separate places, different times, nothing connecting them. It's almost like they just go after random people on the street. They only have one connection. They all live in New York. Plus the two siblings that were murdered in separate places."

"So none of the team has found any connections, any whatsoever?" Francis's smooth voice depicted shock and stress. "How will we connect them to the killer?" He moaned, placing his head in his hands. Arthur grimly nodded, then pushed 5 photos forward.

"These are the scenes of the crimes, all five." Arthur whispered to Francis. "Feliciano Vargas, two siblings, Laura and Lars whose last name is unknown, Eduard von Bock, and Natalia Arlovskaya."

Francis stared at the photos, noticing one difference in the last photo. "Her." He said, pointing at Natalya. "There's more blood." Arthur nodded.

"We speculate the she fought the killer more, but there was no DNA of the killer anywhere. It seems he cleaned her up before laying where she was." Francis nodded and stood up, heading towards the clean white kitchen. Washing his hands and then grabbing a piece of toast, he motioned for Arthur to continue.

"Nothing else was found on the scene except for this." Arthur held up a photo of a wall. You could faintly see the edge of Natalya's body.

Francis narrowed his eyes. "What does it say?"

"I'll find him, and then I'll stop." Francis shook his head, and listened to Arthur's next words. "The team, especially Yao, thinks that means that the killer is looking for someone close to them. Like a romantic interest, a sibling, or a parent."

"So we look at the missing person report from before the killings first started." Francis nodded, and then he noticed the time.

"Very well, but Monsieur, I must be going. Goodbye, Arthur and Alfred." He nodded at the blond head behind Arthur, before grabbing the files and stepping out the door. Arthur turned around and turned red with anger.

"I thought you went to bed, Alfred." Arthur's face was a shade of red never before seen, and Alfred seemed to revel in it.

"Wellllll..." Alfred drawled out. "I didn't." His face turned hopeful, and he gave Arthur puppy eyes. "Can I help with the case, please Arthur?"

Arthur crumbled in his head, but pointed at the hall, motioning for Alfred to go to bed. "Maybe, but go to bed." His warning even made Alfred skulk off into his room, and soon the lights turned off. "Talk about a problem." Arthur stepped into the bathroom before falling into bed and falling immediately asleep.

The next morning

Waking up, Alfred stretched out, making a little sound, before he fell back on the bed. Grabbing his uniform out of the dresser, he put it on the counter for later, before brushing his teeth and sliding in front of the computer. Lowering the volume so that Arthur wouldn't hear it. When 7:00 am hit, he jumped off the computer before sliding into the bathroom and starting up the shower.

Alfred dressed in the school uniform, and grabbed a banana before the engine sounds of the bus reverberated through the room. Stepping onto the bus, Alfred sat next to Katyusha, a Ukrainian exchange student. Nodding a hello, he sat back in the seat and rested.

When the bus slid in front of the giant high school, Alfred jumped off as conspicuously as possible. Stopping in front of his locker, he trudged to Math, awaiting the torture of school with a grimace on his face and hate in his heart.

With Arthur

Checking in his younger brother's room, Arthur noted that it was empty, then brewed a cup of tea and sipped it, looking at the pictures. Then he spit it out, noticing the similarities between this Natalya girl and the anthropologist on his team. Maybe this was Ivan's relative!

Gathering up his things, he left for his office.

So what do you think about it? R & R and thanks for reading!

7/31/15

9:53am