Prussia is arrested... Now what? Being an (awesome) con artist, I'm sure that he'll find a way out! Oh yeah, I forgot: when Arthur arrests Gilbert that was part 1 of the epilogue. I shall start with part 2! Here, maybe I should make a cliffhanger... If there should be a chapter three. I had to watch some Lady Gaga music video for this one! (Telephone, it's kinda obvious with the jail and everything). BE WARNED: POINTLESS AND CHEESY US AND UK FLUFF AND REFERENCES TO SONGS TELEPHONE BY LADY GAGA, BECAUSE OF YOU BY KELLY CLARKSON, AND BECAUSE YOU LIVE BY JESSE MCCARTNEY!
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Hooray, I changed my pen name to "Cracking 2 Dawns". It sounded pretty. And I was torn thinking about which one out of the two countries that I loved to pieces... Did I love more. (Insert-soap-opera-drama-music-tears-and-provoking-of-images-of-love-triangles-or-decisions-here, yeah, you want to) But I have to stop blabbing! On to the chapter!
Arthur dragged Gilbert to his cell. Gilbert passed multiple prisoners: in the ones with cellmates, two bloody and bruised Greek and Turkish men (they were too busy fighting to even notice him), a German who looked very similar to his father (hmm...), glaring at an old-looking yet handsome Italian, and a dark haired Italian choking a Spaniard (both reeked of tomato).
In solitary confinement, a French man (who winked at him), a Russian man (who smiled at him, but he was still creepy), an angry, rifle-armed Swiss man (who aimed his gun at him), a mischievous-looking Danish man (holding a bloody axe), and a knife-wielding Belarusian (creepier than the Russian: she nearly charged at Gilbert until Arthur stopped her).
The two finally reached an empty cell. It was for Gilbert. He just knew it. Arthur opened the door, removed Gilbert's handcuffs, and threw him inside, locking the door. "Now, for cons, disobeying car safety, and basically killing Alfred, I would sentence you to life, or even execute you. Instead, you just get a bloody ******* twenty to thirty years. Wanker. Stupid, crazy, death-bringing son of a wanker of a con artist. Least you're not a pervert like Francis," Arthur grumbled. He then stormed off. Gilbert then cried, "Arthur! Warten Sie!"
Arthur angrily burst out in reply after what seemed to be forever (literally: Gilbert wasn't always patient):
"What?"
"... Who are those people I saw?" Gilbert asked.
"Ugh. The one who winked at you is a pervert named Francis who can even... I shouldn't even mention it... Well... Did "that" to a man named Toris Laurinaitis. And the one with the rifle is Vash, who accidentally shot Toris in the shoulder, thinking he was a criminal. After that, the axe murderer tried throwing it because he wanted to try a stunt, but it hit Toris as well... Because the smiling insane one named Ivan got mad at him, he nearly killed him. However, the knife lady, his sister, Natalia, gave the killing blow. Toris was unfortunate..." Arthur said.
"What about the ones with cellmates?"
"As for the Greek and Turkish men? Heracles and Sadik. They hit too many cops more than ten times when they fought. Same with that German and Italian. As for the tomato freaks, Antonio and Lovino... They got into a tomato fight because Lovino thought Antonio was trying to do something to him, so Lovino committed assault by battery while Antonio attempted... Perverse stuff." Arthur said.
"Oh," Gilbert replied.
"Just stay there and don't try anything!" Arthur instructed, and walked out of the place.
Gilbert stood up for a bit. He checked the area for anybody watching him. Thank God for being in solitary confinement! He removed his shoe, and pressed a button on the side. A compartment slid out, revealing his cell phone. Gilbert was glad he requested Kiku to make him that. Even though Kiku had made it for Gilbert before he became a con artist. To Gilbert, Kiku so should have joined being a con artist. Unfortunately, the Japanese man had never realized his own ability. He said that he was too old! Too old? What about that awesome katana and his ninja skills? Not to mention his drawing and ingenuity (okay, he can invent lots of stuff). Whatever it was, the person was not old.
He looked around again for anyone watching him. Gilbert spotted a security camera.
"Well, well, well, security. You're no match for the awesome me!" and he got out Gilbird, his fluffy little chick. "Missed you, Gilbird!" Gilbert cooed. The bird flew to the camera and heftily pecked at it, pecking until the camera lens broke. He then reached into his pocket, and looked at the paper: as he wanted, to his luck, it was Elizabeta's phone number.
With Elizabeta, her phone suddenly rang as she was relaxing. She checked the caller ID. Gilbert. Looks like he did find her number after all. Elizabeta answered.
Gilbert, in his cell, then smiled, "Hey."
"Look, Gilbert, you're already in jail! I can't do anything but talk to you this way!" Elizabeta said.
"You were the one who gave me your number!" Gilbert replied.
"So?" Elizabeta asked.
"You bail me out of jail," Gilbert answered. "And, if you like," he continued, beginning to flirt, "I'll visit you and we can-"
"Slow down there! I know I already know you, but it's the first time in so many years. I can't just... You know..." Elizabeta replied.
Gilbert then cried, "I was talking about a make-"
"Okay, I don't want to hear!" Elizabeta declared. "I'm not going to do either of those two!" she snapped. "Then in that case, just bail me." Gilbert said, voice drawled. "I'm serious this time, Eliza," Gilbert added. "I have to get out of jail soon!"
"Fine." Elizabeta said.
"And one more thing, Eliza?" Gilbert replied.
Elizabeta then added, "What?"
"... Get a car," Gilbert chuckled, and hung up.
Elizabeta fumed at what he said. But he was right. And besides, she owed him anyway, and if Alfred, that cop who got knocked out real cold, ever woke up, there might be some yaoi she was free to enjoy. Most of all, she did deserve a car.
Sometime later, maybe a few days or so...
Arthur went to Gilbert. "Yeah?" Gilbert asked, acting as innocent as possible. "Get out of my bloody face: you're lying, wanker... But it's true, you will get out of my face in a way: you are free from prison," Arthur replied, opening the cell and leading Gilbert out. He passed the creepy cell people again, this time, staying far away from them, and Gilbert saw the practically dead Alfred in the infirmary.
"Is he okay?" Gilbert asked, pointing at Alfred.
"... I'm... I'm not exactly sure..." Arthur replied.
Gilbert then said, "Oh. Can I visit him?"
"Ye- What? No!" Arthur snapped. "Why on earth would you want that if you're getting out of this bloody place?" he asked. Gilbert gave his cocky and annoying smirk. And pointed at Alfred. Alfred was waking up!
Arthur could not believe his eyes: no matter how much Alfred drove him crazy, he loved him (not that Arthur was in love with men or anything) to pieces. It would break his heart to see Alfred dead! He pushed Gilbert out of the way, rushed to the infirmary, slammed the door open, and grabbed a dozing Alfred angrily. "Alfred, you bloody git! Do you know how bloody stupid you were to do such a thing? I almost thought that you had died, Alfred! Died! Who do you think you are, you wanker?" he yelled.
-Insert fluff, nosebleed of yaoi, and either "Because of You" by Kelly Clarkson or "Because You Live" by Jesse McCartney as a background song here-
"Who do I think I am? I think I'm alive, of course! But instead of my heroic awesomeness, it's because of you," Alfred replied, completely awake once more, the happiness returning to his eyes. Arthur was shocked and flushed, and this increased when Alfred pulled him into a kiss (looks like Arthur is in love with men! Hooray for yaoi!). Arthur pushed away from Alfred and replied,
"No, wait! I don't want to kiss you! You were conked into bloody craziness, you git!" Arthur denied everything and slapped Alfred. Arthur continued denying and insulting until Alfred interrupted him by saying, "Dude! No one's there!" and smiled. Arthur stopped pretending (yes, he was pretending the whole time) and immediately said, "You hamburger-idiot, I love you to pieces..." Arthur subsequently kissed Alfred.
Gilbert peeked into the room and smiled, laughing his signature "Kesesesese". Arthur stopped kissing, turned around, and screamed.
"WHAT THE BLOODY- WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? GET OUT ALREADY, YOU PERVERTED GIT! YOU'RE FREE TO GO!" Arthur screamed, and kicked Gilbert outside the door and closed the door to the infirmary. His green eyes had a mischievous glint in them, something that rarely happened. "Now, where were we?"
Later...
Gilbert passed by another officer, clad in a dark suit, shades, and a Prussian blue shirt. He did the classic "OK" sign. The officer then drawled in her southern accent, "You'll be back, boy..."
Gilbert went out to see Elizabeta waiting in a classic dark green Volkswagen, in a tank top with plenty of cleavage, jeans, and black flats. He silently got into the shotgun seat of the car, staring at Elizabeta. Elizabeta then said, "Over the years I haven't seen you... You've been a very bad guy. A very, very, bad, bad, guy, Gil."
She unwrapped a bar of white chocolate and ate some. When Elizabeta finished chewing, Gilbert grabbed the chocolate, and ate a well-sized amount as well. Elizabeta grabbed back what was rightfully hers.
"Yep, Eliza. Let's awesomely hit the road," Gilbert declared, as Elizabeta got annoyed once more. She sped off into the somewhat isolated desert road, chucking the chocolate bar out of the window.
Later (again)...
Elizabeta sped off even faster from the diner than from jail. Ripped, smashed, and slightly burnt clothes were left behind, Gilbert's and Elizabeta's outfits. One was the outfit Gilbert wore when he was busted out of jail, another was a waiter's outfit. Two more outfits were the clothes Elizabeta first wore when she bailed Gilbert out of jail, along with a burgundy halter-neck cocktail dress with matching high-heels and black shades.
Meanwhile, a reporter named Antonio Fernandez Carriedo was with a blank face. He was generally happy about anything, but for once, he was serious.
"There is what appears to be a mass homicide in a diner! The police are on the search for a man and a woman said to be fleeing the scene of the crime!" Included were shots of poisoned people, even a poisoned dog. There were also shots of Gilbert's wanted picture and Elizabeta in the burgundy dress, high-heels, and black shades.
With Gilbert and Elizabeta, they completely covered themselves. Elizabeta was wearing a heavily veiled and long white dress with a big white hat and high-heels (with a white parasol which was a dart-shooter/rapier in disguise), and Gilbert was wearing a black yet fitted trench coat, concealing a gun and poison, black pants, hat, leather shoes, shades, and gloves. Even in the hot desert where Gilbert was taken to jail, both were fine.
"We did it, Eliza. Now let's go far, far away from here, to do more," Gilbert declared.
Elizabeta was feeling satisfied and traumatized at the same time, to the point it was hard to drive. She nervously asked, "You promise we'll never come back?"
Gilbert softly kissed her and then answered, "I promise." He held her hand to signal his promise.
As police sirens, helicopters, and reporters sounded, the two drove off to leave America. Starting with Mexico.
To be continued...
So, what did you think, eh? Eh? Never mind. But I'm gonna write a part 3! You'll see the dress Elizabeta wears in the diner, Prussia's cooking is full of (s)kills, and lots more there!
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Cracking 2 Dawns!
P.S. Lithuania is a nice person, but I'm not a fan of him. I am very sorry for killing him in this story.
