Author's Note :I had fun writing this! I just thought Gilbert needed to be put in his place.
"It's a-" Gilbert began, but a loud voice with a heavy Russian accent interrupted him over the intercom.
Will Toris, Feliks, and Gilbert please come to my office?
Feliks held down the talk button on his ear piece. "Right away Master Braginski." He glared at the German angrily.
And do not say anything further on the matter Gilbert.
"Of course not, Master Braginski." Gilbert mumbled.
And bring Raivis also.
"We'll be right there, sir." Feliks replied. He stood up and motioned for the brunette to follow.
"How did he know?" Gilbert asked when all four of them were safely in the hallway.
"He has this place wired." Feliks answered, smirking.
"You're shittin' me."
"Yep."
"Damn it, Feliks!" Gilbert yelled. "You ass!"
"I t-told you." Raivis mumbled to the brunette. Toris smiled at his curly haired sibling.
"Yao probably tipped him off." Gilbert sighed.
"Most likely." Feliks said, knocking on the door to Master Braginski's office.
Toris heard a faint, "come in" from the other side. Feliks pushed the door open. Gilbert pulled the brunette inside with him. Raivis held the door open for Feliks before entering himself.
The office was as dim as Toris remembered it. Ivan was reclining in his leather chair, spigot in hand. His face was full of disapproval.
"Gilbert, might I ask what you were thinking?" The Russian asked, clenching his water faucet in one hand and pointing at the German with the other. Ivan's face remained emotionless.
"I... I thought he knew Master Braginski." Gilbert bit his lip. "I didn't think that bringing it up would-"
"That is enough. I will talk with you later. You may leave." Master Braginski dismissed the German.
"Thank you, sir." Gilbert left the room without another word.
"Dear Raivis," Ivan said, smiling ever so slightly at the other lavender-eyed blonde. "You did not explain this facility to your brother?"
"N-no, sir." Raivis's frail hands shook.
"Why not?" He asked. "I told you to find someone willing to do the job."
"H-he was w-willing, sir." Raivis explained. "I knew he would be willing, if I asked."
"Yes, but you did not tell him what the job was, da?" The Russian leaned forward in his chair.
"I d-did not, s-sir."
Ivan stared at the younger man intently. "You may leave, Raivis."
"Thank you, Master Braginski." Raivis exited the room, leaving Feliks and Toris alone with Master Braginski.
Master Braginski set his spigot loudly on the desk, making Toris jump, but Feliks seemed unphased.
"Let me be quite straightforward on this matter Toris," Ivan said, "you are already in too deep, too deep to get out any time soon. If you retaliate, I could have Nataliya kill you without a second thought - and she would never be caught - because she is a professional. Do you understand?"
Toris let out a shaky breath and nodded.
"Good. Now, in this household, we manufacture high-grade methanphetamines along with other drugs like marijuana, LSD, and PCP. After making these drugs, we sell them to our clients and they do what they wish with them." After saying this, Ivan glanced at Toris, surprised to find that the brunette had had no reaction. "You do not seem surprised."
"No, no... I am. But... I don't know anything about making drugs." Toris brushed the hair out of his face. "What will I be doing, sir?"
Ivan smiled. "You will be delivering the drugs to my clients. You see, Feliks, Tino, Berwald, and your brother Raivis take the product to our customers and receive the payment. It is that simple Toris. All you have to do is ensure that the product gets to our client safely, and that payment is brought back to me."
"So, I'm a drug dealer." Toris snorted.
"In a way, yes." Ivan's grin widened. "So your training will begin tomorrow-"
"I'm sorry to interrupt, sir, but what am I being trained for?"
"Your job, of course. You will meet Feliks at the shooting range tomorrow morning after breakfast."
"Master Braginski, I'm sure Tino or Berwald-" Feliks sounded the slightest bit angry.
"Nonsense Feliks," The Russian stood up and walked over to where Feliks stood. "you can train him better than they can."
"But sir, the guns-"
"Tino can take care of that. You will teach him, da?" Toris saw Ivan move his face closer to Feliks's.
"Sir-"
"Da?" Ivan held the Pole's face between his hands.
Feliks glanced at Toris and sighed. "Tak."
Ivan kissed Feliks chastly on the lips.
"You may leave." Master Braginski told them, waving dismissively before making his way back to his desk.
Toris gaped at Feliks as he stormed past. The brunette's mouth felt like it was filled with cotton.
"What the hell is wrong with you? He told us to leave." Feliks whispered angrily, pulling Toris out of Ivan's office by his shirt sleeve.
The door closed loudly. Feliks, walking away, called, "let's get to dinner."
Toris followed the blonde with legs that felt like iron.
"H-he kissed you." Toris managed to mumble.
"And?" Feliks's eyed flared with emotion.
"I just... didn't expect it."
Feliks laughed, a mildly amused sound. "So you're completely calm knowing you're working in a drug lord's house, but Master Braginski kisses me and suddenly you act as if you saw someone get shot."
"I... I guess."
"Jealous?" Feliks grinned.
"Of you?" Toris laughed. "God no."
Feliks raised his pale eyebrows. "Okay then."
"Really, I'm not."
"Oh, I totally believe you, Toris." Feliks smirked as they entered the realm of chaos that the dining room and kitchen currently were.
Gilbert, Francis, and Romano were standing on one side of the dining room table, looking like their heads would explode. Across the table were Raivis, Lihn, Yao, and Michelle, looking as calm as the others did furious. Everyone else was standing with their backs pressed against the wall farthest away from the scene.
Antonio, being his happy and warm self, was trying to ease the situation with Matthew to no avail.
"Thanks to you," Gilbert pointed angrily between Yao and Raivis who visibly flinched away from his outstretched hand. "Master Braginski is going to kill me!"
"If you just fucking told him, we wouldn't have this problem." Romano glared at the blonde.
"If I'm ever able to walk again-" Gilbert began.
"You'll what, Gilbert?" Michelle said. "Punch them?"
"Scared of a little pain, are you?" Yao retorted. He leaned forward in his chair. "I think a beating would be good for you, aru."
"You fucking-" Gilbert lunged over the table, reaching for Yao's neck.
"Now, Gilbert." Antonio put his hand on the German's shoulder, but he shrugged it off. "Raivis and Yao did the right thing."
"You think having me - the awesomeness that is me - beaten half to death is a good thing? You saw what he did to Maddox last time!
"Oui Antonio, Gilbert is right." Francis said.
"Francis," Matthew whispered to the Frenchman. "You don't honestly believe that, do you?"
"Mathieu, please leave."
"No, not until you calm the hell down."
Toris turned to Feliks, who was watching this conversation intently.
"What should we do?" The brunette asked.
Feliks just told him to watch.
"I can't just watch this Feliks! My brother is about to be strangled by Gilbert."
The blonde told his to shut up, or he would shut him up.
"If I live through this Raivis, I swear I will beat you and your brothers so hard you won't be able to sand for weeks."
Toris flinched and stormed over to where Gilbert was standing. Feliks pulled on the brunette to try and stop him, but Toris pushed him off.
"Don't you ever," The brunette jabbed his finger into Gilbert's face. "Threaten my brother again."
"Or what?" Gilbert asked, smiling.
Toris punched the German in the face and heard a very satisfying crunch as his fist connected with the albino's nose.
"That," Toris said as Gilbert doubled over. "But lower, and you will probably be labeled as incapable of having children."
Toris walked over to his younger brother and took his hand gently, leading the blonde into the hall. Feliks followed, his hand planted firmly on the brunette's shoulder.
"What the fuck were you thinking?" Feliks laughed.
The three of them entered one of the elevators.
"I was thinking about my brother." Toris answered.
"Y-you d-didn't have to d-do that T-Toris." Raivis said, curling into his brother's side.
"I don't understand you at all Toris." Feliks moaned as thay stepped out of the elevator onto the fourth floor. Raivis stopped in front of room 528 and told the brunette that that was his room.
"Are you going to be okay?" Toris asked his brother gently.
"I-I'll be fine, T-Toris." The blonde pulled out his key-card and entered his room, leaving Toris and Feliks once again alone.
