Author's Note: DAMN THE HOLIDAYS ARE NEARLY OVER. (cries) Ah, well… Enjoy the chapter…
"WHAT?!" Arhur and Ivan quickly ducked as pieces of chewed hamburger came flying at them. Matthew sighed, and Peter snickered. Alfred stared at Arthur in shock. Arthur, on the other hand, looked at his friend in disgust, picking a piece of mushy patty out of his hair.
"You still have no manners," he growled, flicking the piece away.
"Forget my manners!" cried Alfred, smile reaching from ear to ear.
"Exactly," said Ivan, smiling.
"I can't believe you've already found a way into the crime scene!" continued Alfred, sounding completely awed. "You've been in America for less than six freaking hours, and you've already found a way into the scene! This has to be a record, Arts!" Peter snorted, but didn't say anything.
"Arthur, how are we getting in?" asked Matthew, equally as excited as his twin.
"A guy named Antonio Carriedo said he knew a guy who could take us into the bathroom," said Arthur. "He told me I could bring a few friends, too."
"Way to go, Arts!" said Alfred, still excited.
"You said Antonio, da?" said Ivan, smile faltering. Alfred glared at the Russian.
"Oh here we go again…" he mumbled. Arthur looked inquiringly at Alfred, before turning to Ivan.
"Why, Ivan? What's wrong with Antonio?" he asked.
"He's the vice-president of the newspaper committee. He's completely dense, da, but because he's in that committee, he's as dangerous as the media," said Ivan, sounding completely put off.
"And you just had to say he was 'dense', right?" snapped Alfred heatedly. Ivan smiled at him.
"But of course." Alfred turned red.
"Well, I'd rather be dense than a complete psychopath!"
"Oh, but my dear comrade, you are already dense, da." Matthew and Arthur groaned.
"I DARE YOU TO SAY THAT AGAIN, BRAGINSKI!"
"Guys please," mumbled Matthew, "people are beginning to stare." Sure enough, a few eyes were beginning to look at their table. Although, some had already been looking, due to the new guy at their school. Arthur turned to Peter.
"Care to tell me what's happening?" he said exasperatedly.
"You see," began Peter, happy to fill him in, "Ivan hates Antonio, because not only is he part of the school press, he is also one of the most trusted people in the school. So if a report is written under his name, almost everyone in school will believe it, making him useful and dangerous. And you know how Ivan is like with people he hates…" Arthur nodded.
"Yeah," he said, still ignoring the argument taking place between Alfred and Ivan.
"But Alfred likes Antonio, and you know how he's like with people he likes." Arthur nodded.
"I see…" Arthur looked at Alfred and Ivan. "Oi, you two. Stop fighting so we can come up with some sort of plan." Alfred shot Ivan another dirty look, before turning to Arthur.
"So what's the plan, Detective Arts?" Arthur closed his eyes, thinking hard. And also ignoring Alfred.
"I think only a few of us should go to the scene," said Arthur, finally. "Some of us should stay at the dormitory, to gather information."
"Oh, that's being taken care of," said Peter. Arthur raised his eyebrow.
"By whom?" he asked. Alfred laughed.
"Oh yeah! We forgot to tell you about our last member!" he said happily.
"And who may that be?"
"It's Bonnefoy," said Matthew, smiling. Arthur gaped at them.
"… You are bloody freaking kidding me," he said. Alfred and Peter burst into laughter. Ivan snickered slightly. Matthew just smiled apologetically. "This a joke, right?"
"Nope!" said Alfred. "You know what the best part is?"
"I'm afraid to ask, but what?"
"He's in your class!"
"… BLOODY FREAKING HELLL!" Arthur took a deep breath, and calmed himself. "… Okay, seeing as he's collecting information, we have to establish what everyone is doing tonight."
"You're taking this well, bro," said Peter. "I thought you hated Francis."
"Shut up, Peter," said Arthur. "Matthew, Bonnefoy can't collect information by himself, so meet up with him, and divide the dorms between the both of you."
"Got it," said Matthew.
"By the way, if Bonnefoy is in my class, why didn't I see him?"
"Oh, Francis is 'sick'," said Alfred. "Also, he knew that you'd just love to see him, so he decided that he would meet you in style." Arthur knew that that wasn't good.
"… Brilliant. Bloody brilliant. Anyway… Ivan, I know that your sisters are going to bug you all night, so I want you to use some magic to pin down anyone who has either been in contact or may be able to use magic within the school. That's easy for you, right?"
"Da," said Ivan, looking slightly disappointed at his task.
"Alfred and Peter re going with me to sneak into the scene…" said Arthur.
"HELL YES!" said Alfred, triumphantly punching his fist into the air. Peter looked surprised.
"You git…" said Arthur. "Anyway, when we're inside, I need you to distract Antonio, and whoever he's bringing, Alfred."
"Eh? Why am I always the distraction?" asked Alfred. Arthur opened his mouth to speak, but Ivan cut in.
"Because you are a distraction, da," said Ivan. Alfred glared at Ivan.
"Die in hell, Braginski," he snarled.
"Gladly, if you die there with me."
"Don't start fighting, you two," said Arthur. "Peter, you search the bathroom for traces of magic or tracks."
"… Why aren't you giving this job to Ivan, or Francis?" asked Peter suspiciously.
"Because you're the best at water magic, aren't you? The murder scene just happens to be in a bloody bathroom," said Arthur exasperatedly. "Tracking magic in a place that has water everywhere should be a cinch for you."
"Right."
"Hey, Carriedo's coming," said Ivan, smile slipping from his face. Arthur turned around. The happy Spaniard was walking to them, and he was followed by an albino boy younger than him.
"Hola Arthur~ Hola everyone~" said Anton cheerfully. "Are you ready for tonight?" Arthur smiled at him and nodded.
"Yeah I am," said Arthur. "What time are we going?"
"Five-ish," said the albino boy. "And you must feel so happy to meet the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt!" Anton laughed, and Arthur raised his eyebrow again.
"Yeah, this is Gilbert, and he's from Ger-" began Anton.
"Damn it Anton! I'm from Prussia!" snapped Gilbert. Anton kept on laughing.
"Wouldn't that mean you come from a country that doesn't exist, Beilschmidt?" asked Ivan.
"Can it, Braginski!" said Gilbert, looking lividly at Ivan. Then the two started to fight. Ivan sure gets into a lot of fights, doesn't he? Arthur thought to himself.
"Anyway, who're you bringing later, Arthur?" asked Anton, turning away from Ivan and Gilbert.
"I'm bringing Alfred and Peter," said Arthur, gesturing to his best friend and his brother. Antonio's eyes lit up.
"Already friends with the school's best sportsman and the smartest boy in Year 7? You have a lot of luck, Arthur!" Alfred laughed at Anton. "Er… did I say something wrong?" Alfred stopped laughing, and looked seriously at Anton.
"Anton, Arts here has been my friend since we were in kindergarten! We're best friends!" he said. He nudged Arthur. "Isn't that right, Arts?" Arthur nodded.
"Regretfully, it's true," he mumbled.
"What do you mean 'regretfully'?!"
"Arthur's my brother, so I have no choice but to hang out with him," mumbled Peter woefully, earning a dirty look from Arthur. Anton gasped.
"If you're brothers with Peter that must mean you're really smart too, Arthur! And you're childhood friends with Alfred Jones, too!" he said excitedly. He whipped out a notebook. "I have to take notes, and then tell Lovino!" He scribbled something quickly, and ran off.
"Hey, Anton, wait!" said Gilbert. He quickly turned to Arthur. "See you at the front door around five-ish then. Make sure not to wear clothes that would stand out." He ran off after the ecstatic Spanish boy. Then the bell rang. Everyone at the table stood up.
"You all know what to do for later?" asked Arthur. Everyone nodded, looks of excitement on their faces.
"Let's go! We're going to solve this case!" said Alfred punching his fist in the air. With that, the group separated to go to their different classes.
Author's Note: DAMN IT I WANT TO PUT YAOI IN THIS FIC SO BADLY. Anyway… I hope you enjoyed this chapter! :D
