AN: HEEEEEELLLLLLLLOOOOOOOO! I'm back for another Hetalia fic!
So, this story was cowritten with Ruby_Rough on Wattpad and YaoiSqueals on AO3, so this will be cross posted on those accounts as well!
This story is a human AU so human names only will be used!
I hope that y'all enjoy this! We worked super hard on this. And please review! The more reviews we get the faster the chapters will come out!
WARNINGS: Violence, mentions of rape, mentions of child abuse/child pornography,
Officer Ivan Braginski was in a horrendous mood as he leaned against the passenger side of the patrol car. First his daily coffee intake was not being met and second his partner was late, again. Officer Alfred F. Jones was known for his lateness, giving any excuse he could think of. No one knew what that excuse would be today, but Ivan thought that if the man explained that he had to help get his neighbor's cat out of the tree again, he might actually punch him. Jones never knew when to say no to helping someone and it had gotten them both into trouble several times.
Looking down at his watch he noted it was 6:10am, his partner was 10 minutes late. Ivan sighed, 5 more minutes and he was leaving without him. He was not going to get yelled at again by the Chief because of some lame ass excuse. The whole department knew about the infamous trips to the the Chief's office the two took. It usually involved some very garbled German coming from the office and afterwards there was very defeated Alfred being hauled out by his frustrated partner.
Ivan sighed again looking at his watch, the idiot only had two minutes left. Getting off the patrol car, he stretched then headed towards the driver's side. If Alfred wasn't going to be here, at least one good thing would come out of it. Ivan wouldn't be subjected to fearing for his life by the man's awful driving ability.
Pulling the door open, it was then that a voice drifted towards him. "Hey IVAN! Hold up will you?!" Ivan sighed, looking behind him to see his partner in his disheveled uniform holding two cups steaming coffee.
Grumbling, Ivan, slammed the door shut to the patrol car turning to face his partner. "Took you long enough to get here. What's the excuse this time?" He said sternly grabbing one of the cups of coffee from his partner's hand, heading towards to passenger side of the patrol car.
Alfred grimaced at his partner's frown and immediately stated "The line at the coffee shop was longer than normal?"
Ivan narrowed his eyes at the other, "That sounded more like a question, and on top of that you're a terrible liar." he growled before swinging his body into the patrol car at the same time as Alfred clambered in.
Alfred pouted as he started the car. "I was helping a little old lady move some potted plants into her house. It's an officer's duty to build relations with the citizens of his city, so it was only natural I help immediately."
Ivan almost snarled and instead chose to take a long sip from his strong, black coffee. "Whatever, let's just get going." he sighed and took another sip from the steaming cup.
Alfred grinned before putting the car into drive and tearing out of the parking lot, heading for the station while Ivan gripped his seat and the dash in front of him out of sheer terror. Alfred laughed as they went, ignoring his partner's pale green 'I'm-gonna-throw-up' face.
As they veered into the parking lot of the station, Ivan was surprised to find that he hadn't crushed his coffee cup for once. As soon as the patrol car was parked Ivan got out and glared at Alfred. "I still don't know why you're the one who drives the car." he groaned, his stomach slowly settling and his face returning to a normal color.
"I'm the hero and only heroes get to drive, duh." Alfred stuck his tongue out at Ivan. He noticed Ivan roll his eyes but chose not to comment on it, saving the antagonizing for later. "Besides we made it on time, right?"
Ivan glanced at his watch, "Just barely, surprisingly." He wouldn't admit it, but this was one time where he was thankful for the other's crazy driving. The two headed inside rather quickly so they could clock in and get patrolling sooner.
Without having to worry about an angry german lecture, they made it back to their car in record time and drove around before a dispatcher called for a 10-54 in an area they were close to. Ivan reached for the radio. "Copy that dispatch, Jones and Braginski headed to the scene."
Alfred turned onto the next street and parked halfway down. They were near a small forested area that looked quite insignificant. Alfred removed and pocketed the keys before popping the trunk so Ivan could pull on some gloves and grab the crime scene kit. While his partner was doing that he headed into the forest to get a look around and see if he could find the possible dead body. "Ivan, I've got some bones here, they're old but they look human." he called to the other before heading further in at what sounded like an animal.
"Don't go too far!" Ivan called after him, as he tried to figure out the extent of the crime scene so they could begin photographing and documenting evidence.
"Ivan! Call an ambulance!" came Alfred's panicked voice. Ivan quickly called for an ambulance before heading over to his partner's location.
"What happen-" Ivan stopped short, cursing under his breath before pulling out his cell phone and dialing the phone number of one of the quieter crime lab workers. "Berwald, you may want to sit down."
The man on the other end of the line paused. "What is it?" he asked, his voice monotone.
Ivan took a deep breath before saying, "We found Peter."
Berwald sucked in air as the words hit him like a ton of bricks. Peter had been missing for over a year now. "Where?" the quiet man asked, his voice filled with an emotion that Ivan couldn't place.
"The 10-54 that was just called in," Ivan replied as the ambulance pulled up to the scene.
"Is he…" the last word of Berwald's sentence got caught in his throat. Though everyone kept telling them that Peter was dead, he had still held onto the small sliver of hope that he son wasn't gone yet. But if Ivan confirmed his nightmare… Berwald didn't even want to think of that.
"No. He was just found near the dead body. He is being taken to the hospital," the Russian man replied as he watched the young boys broken body being put on a stretcher. "He is in bad shape."
"I have to call Tino," Ivan heard before the line was disconnected. The officer shook his head before sliding his phone back in his pocket. Him and Jones had other things to worry about before they could deal with the distraught family he knew would be heading to the hospital shortly.
In the crime lab Berwald felt himself sway on his feet. His son, his precious Peter, had been found. Taking a deep breath the taller man ran from the lab, not caring about the looks he was getting from his coworkers.
Once in his car Berwald pulled out his phone and dialed his husband, barely paying any attention to the traffic around him as he drove to the hospital.
"Hello?" Tino asked as he answered the phone. All he could hear was the labored breathing of his husband over the quiet chatter of the restaurant he was at with his brothers. Not biological brothers of course, but they were close enough to be considered family. "Berwald are you okay?" the violet eyed man asked, his voice shaking.
"Peter."
Tino let out a gasp. They very rarely talked about their son. It hurt too much to talk about the young boy. Tears welled in his eyes as he stood from his chair, nearly knocking the glasses on the table over as he rushed from the restaurant.
Tino's brothers looked each other as they all stood as well, trying to follow after the shorter man.
"Tino," Mathias said, trying to get the other's attention. "What's going on?"
"Where is he?" Tino asked Berwald, ignoring the men following after him. "Is he alive?" He slid into his car bracing his shaking hands on the steering wheel. He barely heard his brothers climb in as well.
"Hospital," Berwald replied as the sound of tires squealing could be heard over the phone. Tino tore out of the parking lot, barely able to keep the tears at bay so he could drive.
"TINO!" Lukas cried from the back seat as they all held on for dear life. "WHAT IS GOING ON?!"
"Peter," was the only word that came from the driver's mouth.
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