A/N
Just to give you a heads up in this story I made Canada and Seychelles France's brother and sister because that fits better than them being his children.
I do not own Hetalia. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.
Chapter 4: The Search Begins
A figure sat in a dark box-shaped room on a chair that was placed in the middle of the floor. A small window let in a dim, silvery light from the moon; this light just about outlining the man. After a few attempts at moving he found out that he was actually tied to the chair. He tried to look around only to discover that he has also been blindfolded. This man let out a shaky breath and remembered just how he got to this place. He rubbed his hands together which were bound behind his back; he shivered. This room was very cold and quiet. The only warmth was the slowly drying blood that covered part of his face and shoulder. He tries to find a more comfortable place for his injured shoulder but failed; he was tied far too tightly for that. The only part of him that wasn't tied down was his head. The rope burned his skin at the slightest movement; breathing was becoming a task for this poor man. 'Just how long have I been here?' He asked himself. Not sure whether or not he was alone he spoke,
"Bonjour…? Is someone there?" His voice sounded hollow as it echoed off the four whitewashed walls. To be honest, he was somewhat relived that he was alone. He must have looked a mess and he was happy no one was there to see it. He thought back to the struggle back at his house; a mix of shouting, smashing and violence. A tear pricked the corner of his eye but he refused to let it fall, he was stronger than that. He thinks again, trying desperately trying to remember the face of his attacker. It was not use though; the face for some reason was blurred out from any memory he had. Questions swirled about inside his head. Like, has he been truly kidnapped? If so, for what purpose? Who attacked him? Is the person who attacked him also behind the kidnapping? Were they working alone? And lastly, why?
A creak of a door interrupted his thoughts. Fear coursed through his veins and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end as he heard a voice,
"Hello Francis, my love"
Arthur sat slumped over a table, going over his notes for the hundredth time that day. He felt SO angry with himself. As far as he was concerned ALL this was HIS fault. He slammed his note-book on the table; once again he had found nothing to go on.
"Damn it!" He punched the table a couple of times making his knuckles red and sore. In an attempt to calm himself down he sipped some of his, now cold, tea. Sighing with disappointment he fell back down onto his seat. It was now approaching a whole 24 hours since they got a call about Francis and they haven't made any progress. 'For fucks sake! This is so frustrating!' Arthur thought to himself, rubbing his forehead soothingly. At that point Alfred walked in with two Styrofoam cups; one was containing coffee for himself and the other was holding tea for Arthur. He set Arthur's cup down gently in front of him; Arthur barely acknowledged this. Alfred took a seat that was facing the small blond. They both stayed in silence until Alfred spoke up,
"So… have you found any leads yet?" He asked hopefully. The Brit shook his head.
"Nothing yet" He said miserably. Alfred nodded and looked down at the floor.
"I see…"
"What about you?"
"Sorry Arthur, but I got nothing too" Alfred replied feeling disappointed with himself. 'I was meant to be the hero damn it! This is totally destroying my credibility!' He thought bitterly. Then he remembered something that would shed a little light on the situation, "Oh yeah, the chief said that Francis's brother, sister and ex-girlfriend are in his office and are ready for questioning now. Do you wanna do it?"
Nodding Arthur stood up, "Yes… I suppose I will" He took his tea and went away to the chief's office. After a moment Alfred decided to join him, giving him all the names along the way. They entered the medium-sized room and saw the three people seated and waiting. Arthur stood in front of them and addressed them all.
"Hello, I am Sgt Kirkland and this is P.C Jones. I presume that you all know why you are here? Good" He turned to the male of the group "You are Matthew Williams?"
"Oui"
"We will be questioning you first. You two wait outside please." After the latter left Alfred and Arthur moved round the chairs so they could sit opposite Matthew. Once they did so Alfred brought out his note pad from his jacket and with a nod they began.
"So, Mr Williams you are Francis Bonnefoy's brother, correct?"
"Oui, t-that's right"
'I can see the resemblance' He thought to himself. "Sorry for asking, but you have a Canadian accent while your brother was obviously French, how come?"
"Our mother was Canadian and we were raised separately, me with her and him with our father who was French"
"Ah, I see. But what about you sister?"
"She is actually our half-sister from fathers other marriage, eh"
"Right, anyway, when was the last time you saw or spoke to Francis?"
"Well… I saw him about two weeks ago."
"Did he say anything to you about someone following him? Or him just feeling unsafe and the like? Was he acting strange at all?"
"Non, he seemed to be doing great actually." Arthur nodded to Alfred and he began taking notes.
"I see, did you notice anything peculiar?"
"Non, I didn't, eh."
"Ok, lastly can you think of anyone who might wish to cause Francis any harm?"
"Uuummm… non. He usually got along just fine with other people"
"Right. Thank you Mr Williams, that will be all for now. Could you please call in your sister on your way out?"
"Ok" Matthew walked out, closing the door behind him. Then there was a knock at the door.
"Come in" A girl with long brown hair opened the door and stood still waiting for instructions.
"Please, sit down." She nodded and did as she was told.
"You are Michelle Mancham right? Francis Bonnefoy's half-sister?"
"Oui"
"When was the last time you saw or spoke to Francis?"
"I spoke to him on the phone just over a month ago"
"Did he say if anything was worrying him?"
"No, he sounded happy as can be."
"One more thing, is there anyone who you think might want to hurt Francis?"
"Huummm, let me see…" She thought for a moment. "… no. I don't think there is."
"Ok, thank you Miss Mancham, that's it for now. Please call in the next person."
"Sure" Immediately after she left instead of a knock, the next woman just walked in and sat down
"You are-"
Cutting in the woman said "Jeanne" Arthur felt slightly annoyed but decided just to get on with things; he knew her full name anyway from Alfred.
"You are Francis's ex-girlfriend yes?"
"Oui"
"When did you last see Francis?"
"When he broke up with moi about two years ago"
"Then I take it that you wouldn't know if anything strange was going on?"
"Oui"
"Ok then, just one more question then. Is there anyone who you believe would want to hurt Francis?"
"Well… t-there is this man called Ivan. He used to work avec Francis at his restaurant. But this man… he… how can I put this? He… didn't seem to like Francis at all. And he was a very scary man, very strong. He stayed at the restaurant for a little while until Francis fired him."
Arthur nodded and kept a straight face. But mentally was smiling; they finally had a lead! A ray of hope, at last.
"What's this man's full name?"
"Ivan Braginski, I think."
"Right, Alfred make sure you get that down. Thank you very much Miss, the questioning is over for now. You may go how now"
"D'accord, au revoir." She left and closed the door. Arthur shouted in triumph,
"Yes! We actually have a god damn lead! Ok, Alfred go and find this Ivan Braginski! I need to ask him a few questions"
A/N
OMFGOMFGOMFG! I had WAY too much fun writing that first part... Oh, and about Iggy beging a sergeant, that's just because I feel that he should be a higher rank than Alfred you know? I mean, this is all set in London I thought that would be better. If I ever did a police story set in America though I will be sure to make Alfred a higher rank than Iggy.
Anyway hope you all liked the chapter. Please do leave a review~ They bring much joy to read them :)
Translations: (sorry for any fail French)
Oui = Yes
Non = No
Moi = Me
Avec = With
D'accord = Ok
Au revoir = Goodbye
