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The sun danced high in the sky, laughing and playing. Couples passed, oblivious to what was going on.
Meanwhile, Alfred, Gilbert, Lovino, Antonio, and Francis were currently in a coffee shop. America was sitting with his head in his hands while Gilbert and Lovino were pacing the floor and cussing in German or Italian, respectively. They were all together because of Francis. The American had called earlier asking if he had seen his brother, Francis' cousin, not to long after Gilbert called for the same reason. Francis had then called Antonio, who relayed the information that his Lovi's brother was missing as well. Francis had then summoned them all to come to the shop.
"Excuse me, but if you aren't going to order something..." The waiter droned off, paling considerably and leaving as all the men turned and glared at her. Around that time, a certain Swiss broke down the door.
"ALL RIGHT, FROG-FACE! WERE IS SHE?!" He called, marching up to the Frenchman and pointing a gun.
"What are you-"
"YOU KNOW WHAT! LILI, MY BABY SISTER!" Everybody exchanged a glance as Alfred stood up.
"Listen, Vash, I can assure you that Francis did not take your precious sister," Alfred stated lifelessly.
"And how do you know that?" Vash asked, somewhat calmed down. Alfred motioned to the other two who had stopped pacing and were just standing there, dejectedly.
"'Cause you aren't the only one who lost a sibling in one night..." Vash's eyes widened in understanding.
A single thought passed through all of their minds. 'Is this at all related?'
It was dark. It was damp. Four figures were slumped against the hard, brick wall, unconscious. A single light hung in the very center of the ceiling, which was far to high up to do much good. The small amount of light it did cast, however, was flickering in and out.
The youngest, and sole female, was the first to wake. She was still in her night-dress and the dirt floor was itching her legs. Lili observed her surroundings as tears welled up in her eyes. She slowly crawled to the corner of the large room and cried.
"Big brother... Save me..." Her pitiful voice was enough to wake up another of the four- the second youngest. The Italian of the group groggily opened his eyes and took in his surroundings*. Then the events of last night came back to him. He immediately hopped up, panicked, but stumbled dizzily and fell back down on his rump. And then he heard sobbing from the corner. The Italian slowly crawled over to were it was coming from. He squinted, getting a good look of the girl. She was no older than thirteen, at the most, and was staring wide-eyed at him with tear stains running down her cheeks. tentatively, Feli reached a hand out to brush the tears away.
"Vee, little girl, it'll be alright..." He soothed as Lili backed up into the corner even more. Slowly, the second oldest came to.
"Eh, were am I," he asked in a quiet voice, more to himself, before responding with an 'oh', remembering the events of that night. He glanced over at the other two and smiled tentatively. Well, at least I'm not alone. "I'm Matthew Jones-Williams," Matthew stated quietly. Feli held a hand out to shake,
"Feliciano Vargas, but most just call me Feli." He smiled in an attempt to be cheerful. The girl didn't need to see a grown man cry right now.
"I'm Lili," the girl whispered from her spot. "Lili Zwingli."
"Nice to meet you, Feli and Lili," Matthew responded, reaching over to ruffle Lili's hair affectionately. "By the way, what are we going to do about our fourth party?" Matthew jabbed a thumb towards a larger body, the eldest of the group. *Feli smirked and slipped one of his shoes off, crawling over to the German. He held his foot under Ludwig's nose for a few seconds before the other sat up, coughing and spluttering.
"I've smelled enough toxins, danke, so please keep that away from me!"* Ludwig's' voice boomed, his thick accent clear.
"Vee, my name is Feli, what's yours?" The Italian asked, trying to keep a smile even in these circumstances.
"Ludwig... Ludwig Beilschmidst." the German replied, eyes scanning the room. He knew that having allies would benefet them in this situation.
"Eh, I'm Matthew," He paused a moment, before motioning to the trembling girl next to him, "And this is Lili."
The German sighed. There was silence for a while before Lili broke the silence.
"Do you think I'll ever get back to my big bruder?" Her voice was cracking and she started tearing up again. Both the Canadian and the Italian went to comfort her.
"Of course! I'm sure he's looking for you right now," Matthew assured, even though he knew nothing about this young girl or her brother. "My own brother will probably be beside yours, shouting about being the hero and rescuing us," he chuckled.
"And mine will be screaming up a storm," Feli giggled, hugging Lili.
"Ja... And then there will be mine, shouting about how his awesomeness will get everybody back," Ludwig contributed to the conversation when he saw the girl's pitiful eyes.That is, if he even notices I'm gone with all his drinking habits. Everything fll silent again, until Lili broke it... again.
"But what if they can't find us?" Matthew was the first to respond in his silent voice.
"Then... We'll just have to find them."
I realize that it's short, and I apolagize. I also apolagize for any OOC-ness. The way I see it, for the top half, some brothers/cousins and friends' brothers are missing, and for the bottom half... They're kidnapped, but they're trying to keep in the light spirits because they don't want to worry Lili, the little girl. Okay, that's the way I see it. And R&R, please!
*...*- That little section up there with * instead of() or "" around it? Yeah, I realize that's sorta OOC too, but, yeah.
NEXT TIME:
"Don't worry, Matt, the hero's coming to get you."
The brothers and friends begin their hunt.
"If anything has happened to her, so help me god..."
They each find a single clue in their homes to start it off.
"Fuck this! I am going to break down the Goddamn door!"
The police have their hands tied with other cases.
"Mien Gott, this can't be happening..."
And they get their list of culprits, none of them the most pleasant.
All the while, the other four struggle to stay strong and try to help themselves
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