Beyond Our Knowledge 4

The Gas Station

Notes: Elizabeta is 1p!Hungary Victor is 2p!Russia...

James took a look at his handy-work. The hole was seven feet deep and four feet wide. He swallowed hard and glanced at the body of his brother, he scooped him up with his hands and lowered him into the grave. James felt cold on the inside, like something was missing from him. He had stopped crying hours ago, but his eyes still felt puffy and his throat was dry.

He sighed sadly and begun digging the dirt back into the improvised grave. A slight noise was heard from behind him and a confident women's voice was heard behind him, "Need any help?"

He quickly turned around to see two people standing behind him with a noble like presence. It was a man and a women. The women wore her hair long with an orange flower neatly tucked behind her ear, she had forest green eyes and she held herself with confidence. Next to her stood a tall man with brown shaggy hair and intense red eyes. He had pale skin and a look that suggested he was in charge here more so than the women. "Who are you?" James demanded.

"I am Victor and this is my partner Elizabeta we are the lord's soldiers," the man drawled out with a thick Russian accent.

"The Lord's- what?" James said confused, clutching the shovel with a white-knuckled grip.

"We are angels," the women said simply, "and we need your assistance-"

"Woah, woah,woah, wait a second, lady. Angel's don't exist, if they did I can damn well guarantee you my life wouldn't be like this- your hopped up on mushrooms or something lady."

The man took a deep sigh, "believe what you want, but we need your help."

"With what exactly?"

"You know the man named Arthur Kirkland, yes? We need his journal," Elizabeta stated.

"And what would I get in return?" he said narrowing his eyes not quite believing them.

"We will bring your brother back to life," Victor said as if it was obvious.

James narrowed his eyes- unsure of what to do- There's no way they are angels..but I want Alex back...maybe they are demons of some sort? Maybe they can still revive him... he sighed and then reluctantly stated, "Alright...I guess I can help."

Matthew pulled into a gas station- he preferred to drive even though Alfred loved driving- recklessly. The young Canadian hoped out and begun filling the car with gas- his twin hoped out as well and started heading towards the dirty 7-11. Matthew sighed and looked around at the other cars as he filled his tank- was that Lovnio? How'd he get all the way from Missouri to Maryland? The young man glanced at meter- the gallons was going up as well as the price. He had to fill up the car- but what if Lovino gets away before then? Lovino stood near a silver Honda Civic pumping it with gas, casually not quite paying attention to his surroundings- he looked tense though..like something might come up and attack him. I wonder if he's with anyone...

The gas pump made a suction-cup noise and Matthew nearly smirked to himself at the perfect timing- he completed the payment and placed the pump back in the holder and made way towards the Civic.

Alfred sure was hungry- so hungry he could eat a house. He scanned the isles of To-Go food in 7-11. Should I get some gum? Oh what about some mozzarella sticks- or a doughnut? Definitely a slurpee. He hummed to himself as he made way towards the icy beverage machine where a tall man stood making a slurpee- and having trouble doing so. Alfred almost laughed but instead decided to help the man Ten Bucks says he never made a slurpee before.

"Hey can I help you? You look like your having trouble," He said with an All-American grin. For one second- one split second had Alfred swore the man's eyes turned golden yellow- my mind must be messing with me.

"Uh...Sure...thanks..." the man blubbered out in a thick Russian accent- he sounded that he was a little bit weary of Alfred? Must be nervous with being in a new country- I bet he just moved here from Russia Alfred convinced himself.

Alfred grabbed two cups from the rack, one for himself and the other for the tall man. He quickly placed the sphere-like lids on top of the cups sealing it well. "What flavor do you want?" he asked pointing to the machine with flavors labeled with things like 'coke' or 'Fanta: Grape'.

The Russian was hesitant staring at each flavor as if he was choosing which one would be the least poisonous. "Cherry, please," he finally got out.

Alfred smiled a genuine smile and begun filling his cup with coke and the Russian's with cherry, "Sorry I didn't get your name..." he said sticking his tongue out in concentration- filling the cups to maximum fill point.

"My name's Ivan," he said as the shorter man handed the frosty beverage back with a purple straw sticking from it.

"Mine is Alfred F. Jones!" the man announced with a huge smile, sipping his slurpee, "The 'F' stands for Frederick but don't tell anyone cause it's pretty embarrassing!" he said with a wink.

"Ahem." Matthew said clearing his throat, now standing to the left of the Italian.

"Matthew?" he nearly screeched- definitely surprised, "What- what are you doing here?"

"Looking for Arthur, getting gas...the real question what are you doing in Baltimore- when your suppose to be in Missouri? Antonio is really worried... and where'd you get the car? How'd you get here?"

"I don't care about Antonio! and get out of my business you fucking child's toothbrush!"

Matthew's eyebrows furrowed, "Lovino just answer my question- what the hell are you doing even here?"

The Italian sighed and looked out towards the gas station entrance where this tall man and Alfred were exiting visibly talking and Alfred was laughing about something. Although, once the duo saw Matthew and Lovino talking they stopped and the tall man quickly came rushing over.

"What's going on here?" he demanded once he reached the two.

"And who's this?" Matthew demanded, his twin slowly jogging over with a slurpee in his hand.

"Uhh...Ivan..." Alfred answered.

"What is he like another hunter or something? or what? why are you with him Lovino? If you needed help with something I'm sure Antonio or Tim could've helped..."

Lovino just scoffed and opened up the passenger side door, stepping in.

"Answer me!" Matthew said obviously frustrated that Lovino wasn't talking and his brother was just standing there like an idiot.

To this Lovino just got in with an angry expression and slammed the door so he couldn't hear the other man. Matthew wanted to scream in annoyance he then turned to the dumbfounded Russian. "Who are you?"

And just then, Matthew swore his eyes turned bright yellow, "A...hunter..." he said carefully, he then finished the slurpee and threw it in the chance giving Alfred one hopeful glance for support and Matthew a frown. He stepped into the car and quickly slammed the door almost drowning out Matthew's loud French curses. He put the key in the ignition and quickly sped off.

"Who the hell was that guy?" Matthew demanded as he angirly drove through traffic.

Alfred was looking down guiltily, probably embarrassed that he had some-what befriended the guy Lovino ran off with, "Ivan...he's a hunter, I guess."

"Al, there's no way that guy was a hunter- his eye's glowed yellow- yellow."

"You...you saw that too?" he asked a little surprise, "I thought I was seeing things..."

"Yeah that guy must be tricking Lovino somehow- or something, maybe he's the shape shifter? It'd make sense... he disappeared the night the shape shifter appeared..."

Alfred just nodded slightly looking out the window when his cell phone rang. He looked down lazily at the caller I.D. James. "Hey," he answered.

"The book? You're talking about our brother- Arthur, right? ...no I'm not a dumbass- why do you sound so irritated...? Where are we? We are near Baltimore, Maryland...wait what? I'm confused- he hung up on me!" Alfred exclaimed.

"What'd he have to say?" Matthew asked.

"He wanted to know where Arthur's book is- he was very snippy. He wants meet up at the McDonald's on Nantucket Drive..." Matthew sighed and took the exit and within a few minutes the two reached the McDonald's. The two got out of the car and headed inside. "I wonder how far James is..." he muttered looking at his phone.

Matthew stood near the giant windows as Alfred went off to order a Bigmac in the mean time. He nearly jumped out of his pants when James and a tall man- was that Alex? or someone else? Just appeared in the middle of the parking lot- as if they teleported there.

James walked in wearing his usually plaid he was followed by a tall man who had scruffy brown hair and intimidating red eyes- he looked somewhat like the man they saw earlier that day. Although their differences made it obvious they weren't the same man. James walked over to where Matthew sat as Alfred ran over carrying a Big Mac and a soda. James just rolled his eyes at this.

"Where's Alex?" Alfred smiled as he sat down and sipped. Matthew noticed something in James' almost perfect poker face- was is regret? sorrow? What was it? It certainly wasn't natural for James to even feed anguish for anything.

He cleared his throat and the tall man gave him a weird look as if he was saying "You didn't tell them?" with his hateful eyes, "He's busy," James said through an awkward cough.

Alfred cocked his eyebrow but said nothing- usually James and Alex were like Alfred and Matthew almost inseparable always going out on hunts together never doing solo missions. "Who's your friend?" he asked.

"Victor..." James stated plain as day.

Matthew took a quick glance at 'Victor' who was studying him intensely, "Anyways... why do you want Arthur's book?"

This time, Victor answered, "We need it for an unknown creature we stumbled upon," he had a Russian accent- not as cute as the man they met in the gas station but in a way more cynical.

Matthew glanced at him almost wanting to ask more information about said 'creature' but deciding not to. "Well, all we know is that about six months ago he decided to leave it at Antonio's about a month ago we went to pick it up and see if it'd give us clues to his whereabouts- turns out it went missing around the same time Feliciano went missing..."

"Great we're gonna have to find Feliciano Vargas- the man who ran off with werewolves," he scoffed, he got up and Victor followed in suit.

"Wait! James- " Matthew quickly got up, "Don't you want me and Alfred to come with you...we can help!"

"I can do this on my own," and with that the two left.

Ludwig sat in the living room of the apartment, he and his brothers had to stay out of constantly. they never got near a window in fear of being spotted. He hated hiding like this, but it was for the best- at least until all the commotion dies down...

Feli has heard that the Swiss Hunter and his sister are still hanging around. The poor young Italian gets scared just by walking out to get the mail because of those two. Ludwig looked down guiltily, Feliciano wouldn't be in this mess if we hadn't taken him in... he'd be safe in sound out in Missouri...

A little bit later, Roderich crawled over and sat next to Ludwig, "When are these blasted hunters going to leave?" he asked in his irritated voice.

Gilbert, who sat in a lazy-boy clucked his tongue, "Don't you know? They're not going to leave until we're dead," he then howled with laughter.

Ludwig glanced at his brother, "Brother, don't talk like that...you'll scare everyone..."

"I'm not scared," Roderich announced after a moment of silence, "I just hope they don't ruin my clairnet."

Gilbert rolled his eyes, "But, I don't think they can get in here- It's illegal and we made sure to block all entrances- only human allowed in is Feliciano."

"Are you sure about that?" a voice came from the door way.

I might be able to update this weekend ;c but oh well. Tell me what you think! If you have any questions (besides who's in the door way hurr hurr) Just ask! Also I decided that Roderich's musical instrument in a clairnet because he can't carry around a huge piano. (He's slowly becoming more and more like squidward as we speak...) Hopefully we can get some Antonio action in the next chapter as well as find out a little more about Arthur... also if you want you can request canon characters to put in here, although I might not put them in (I don't want too many characters..)