Here it is everyone! The first chapter of the (possibly) long awaited sequel to True Americans! That's right fujoshis and gentlemen, Detective Kirklan and Jones (Arthur and Alfred) are back to solve some more gruesome murders! Get ready for a graphic-ish description of a corpse everyone. I hope you enjoy.
Also a HUUUUUUUGE thanks to SethKirkland for getting me back into my mojo. :DDDDDDD
I clearly do no own Hetalia... Franada would be one of the main pairings if I did.
Let me know what you think! :{D
The phone rang loudly and Arthur, from his place snuggled up against Alfred's chest, groaned. He rolled over and grabbed the phone, flipping it open groggily.
"Hello…. This is Officer Kirkland." He murmured sleepily. "Yes… Yes… I'll let Officer Jones know…. We'll be there soon." He hung up and nudged Alfred roughly with his elbow. "Alfred we've got a new case. Get up." Alfred grunted, rolling over. Arthur pulled the covers away and climbed out of bed with them. Alfred sat up, glowering after his boyfriend.
"Why do people always have to be murdered at three in the morning?" He grumbled, rolling out of bed and getting ready.
The scene was swarming with other officers and coroners, taking pictures and talking to people nearby. Arthur and Alfred walked through the crowd, both carrying warm cups. Antonio waved to them, meeting them halfway.
"Good morning!" He said with a grin. Arthur nodded, sipping his tea tersely as they crossed the pavement.
"So what happened now?" Alfred asked as they entered the apartment complex.
"We have a woman in her 20's that was killed and displayed here in the lobby. A tenant found her half an hour ago." Antonio said. "Alfred, I know it's your first time at a crime scene like this. You should be ready for what you see. The victim has had both eyes removed…. And she's been decorated with wax. It's very disturbing for someone who isn't used to this line of work." Alfred took a deep breath, before nodding.
"I've got to see it sometime right?" He asked, before heading into the lobby. The sight that he caught froze him in his tracks.
The corpse was in a sitting position in the center of the lobby. Any details beyond the face failed to sink in as Alfred stared in horror. Her skin was decorated with blue wax in wide swirling patterns, bringing attention to the dark gaping sockets where her eyes should have been. The sight of her face made Alfred's stomach lurch and he ran to the nearest garbage can, vomiting into it violently. Cool hands gently pushed the hair away from his face and rubbed his back comfortingly. When he was done, he sat back, trembling.
"Are you feeling better?" Arthur asked him, still rubbing his back. He shook his head.
"It looks worse than it sounds…" He explained shakily. Arthur handed him his water and he drank slowly. "Thanks Artie."
"You're welcome." Arthur replied, gently kissing his forehead and helping him up.
"How do you not react to that stuff?" Alfred asked. "You seem so calm."
"I have been at this much longer than you love. It's something you learn to adjust to." Arthur said. "Let's head back and look at the crime scene. You need to learn to get over it, and life waits for no man, no matter how disturbed he may be by what it holds." Alfred shook his head, walking back to the gory scene with Arthur. He shuddered slightly at the sight of the corpse being packed up by the crew from autopsy. "So tell me what you thought love. Anything strike you as odd?"
"The posing of the body…. It seemed almost ritual. The decoration, the candles…. All of it." Alfred said, looking at the candles on the floor and the empty lobby.
"Well done." Antonio said cheerfully, returning with the camera. "The first victim was treated the same way, but the wax on his face was brown."
"It looks like our killer doesn't target based on sex…." Arthur said. "The removal of the eyes is obviously key… But I'm still not sure what significance it holds." Antonio smiled widely.
"I guess we'll have to talk to Gilbert to see if there are any details we missed."
"Gilbert?" Alfred asked. Arthur looked to him, blinking green eyes.
"Oh heavens…. You haven't met Gilbert yet…. He's the coroner, and he's very…. Eccentric…." Arthur said slowly. "This will be a new experience…."
"Why?" Alfred asked, looking between the smiling Antonio and Arthur, shaking his head. "Guys?"
"Remember… he's very odd, and he may seem rude, but the man is a genius when it comes to forensic science." Arthur explained as they walked into the morgue. "So do try your best to behave. Oh, and watch out for the chair." Alfred nodded as they entered the room.
"What chair?" He asked. Something slammed into his back, sending him stumbling forward.
"This chair!" A voice made him turn to look at the sneering albino man in the rolling chair that had pushed him. "So this is your new partner? Huh…. He's young. I can't believe you're doing the horizontal tango with him! Geeze!" Arthur flushed angrily. "Whatever, this isn't about you're newest man. This is the story of a 20 year old woman named Sarah who was killed and had her eyes removed! And that is quite an awesome story if I say so myself!" He proceeded to push the chair over to the table where the corpse was waiting.
"So… how did she die?" Alfred asked the odd man, who was now spinning in circles. "Did she bleed to death?"
"Nope! Our lovely lady here did not suffer a bit! She was killed by a deadly dose of morphine." Gilbert explained, standing up and kicking the chair into the other room; followed by a crash. "Oops. Oh well! So first she was given a deadly dose of morphine at roughly 3:20 in the morning yesterday. After she died, someone removed her eyes perfectly with a surgical grade blade. Most likely a scalpel." He picked one up as he spoke. "So our killer has a steady hand, some form of surgical experience, and a conscience."
"Both victims had the same procedure?" Arthur asked. Gilbert nodded, opening a file and handing them pictures.
"Yeah. And there's another detail. The wax used to decorate the victims corresponds to their eyes colors." Gilbert said as they examined the photos together. "This killer has a serious eye fetish."
"We'll need to talk to Ivan about this." Alfred said. "Is there anything else Gilbert?"
"Yes! Arthur, tell that whore Francis to pick up his phone! The bitch hasn't been picking up and I want to go drinking!" Gilbert declared.
"I meant about the case…." Alfred said. Gilbert blinked red eyes at him.
"Oh… Not yet. I'm still waiting for some tests to get back. I will call if I get any awesome news." Gilbert said, heading into the other room.
"I'll tell Francis for you. Thank you." Arthur called as they left. A loud clatter and angry swearing in German followed them as the door swung shut.
"Who's Francis?" Alfred asked. Arthur tucked the pictures into his briefcase.
"My old partner. He's retired now from an injury while on the job." Arthur said. "We keep in touch for old time's sake."
"What happened to him?" Alfred asked.
"He was shot in the knee by a perp while being held hostage. He survived, but he has a permanent limp, and it's hard to hunt serial killers with a cane. The git always did stupid reckless things like charging into a killer's house alone and things of the sort. Now he works as an art museum curator. It suits him I suppose." Arthur explained as they climbed in the car. Alfred thought for a moment.
"You two fought a lot I bet. He sounds like the type you would fight with." Alfred said.
"Oh we did. Like cats and dogs. But we managed to work through it." Arthur said as they drove back towards the precinct. "But… I'm kind of glad he retired."
"Why?" Alfred asked. "Wasn't he a good partner?
"Oh yes. But if he were still here I never would have met you." Arthur said softly, blushing.
"Oh Artie, are you getting romantic?" Alfred teased.
"N-no! Git!" Arthur snapped as Alfred laughed. The new case had started, and Alfred was sure he would catch the killer behind this with Arthur. After all, they were a match made in heaven…
Police cars were parked in front of the ceremony ground. Bland grey eyes watched as two police officers got out of the car. When the eyes landed on the shorter one, the grip on the cup that was held tightened so much that it burst, flimsy cardboard crumbling.
"What is it?"
"I've found them….. Those eyes are perfect." The whisper was harsh from passion as the grey eyes followed Arthur Kirkland into the building.