Yamu : After a few painful hours of cleaning my room, I'm BACK!

Yogi : Still no reviews.

Yamu : See if I care.

Yogi : You do. *smirks*

Yamu : SHUT UP!

Elias : She's just obsessed with writing this, isn't she?

Yogi : Yep.

Yamu : But it's also a good excuse for my parents to leave. me. THE HELL. ALONE!

Elias : Might I remind you that you're 13 and writing a Mafia yaoi story?

Yamu : Don't care. Watcha gonna do about it?

Elias : *shivers* Nothing.

Yogi : *evil smirk* Reeaalllly?

Elias : Yeah. I'm good. We're good. You're fine.

Yamu : *sighs* Poor guy. When we get michivious, he reacts like the balatic states when they see Ivan.

Russia : HEY!

Yamu : Ivan, STOP BREAKING THE 4TH WALL!

Russia : Make me.

Yogi : Ivan I warn you we will hunt you down and don't you think we're scared to go after you. Yamu's Russian.

Russia : *throws 'book for idiots' at yogi and runs*

Yogi : THAT'S IT! *takes out chainsaw and chases him*

Elias : Why can't we be normal.

Yamu : Want a lollipop?

Normal POV/ NO ONES POINT OF VIEW

~X3~

"Emil, what are you doing."

"Hacking. Watching what happens at the market."

"Wait- how did you-"

"Cameras all around the place. Paranoid Spanish. Flash back gave me enough data to hack some of them..." Emil sighed. "3 I unlocked with finding out the passwort, 5 I hacked and the rest I couldn't get into. Did you know Spanish people always take 'FIESTA' or 'TOMATOES' as their passwort?"

Lukas looked at his little brother. "'Course. The idiots always do. Don't you have a huge test tommorrow?"

"I decided to be 'sick'. I can always re-write it, even if they change the questions for re-writer."

Lukas narrowed his emotionless eyes. "This better be good, then. What have you got up 'till now?"

"Well, I can't seem to find Yao anywhere. I don't have any cameras inside tents hacked, so I guess he is in one or with a camera outside that I don't have here. Matthew seems peaceful, so I'm skipping it for now. Tino just came out of a tent about ten minutes ago, a little off balance. Don't know what happend to his cover, but he got out of there way after the others."

"That only draws unecessary attention. We have to ask later. Maybe... he had a unplanned encounter?" Lukas said, concerned for their other brother.

Emil looked at him for 3 seconds, then back at his laptop. "Who knows."

They stayed silent for about 4 minutes, then Emil's voice filled the room again.

"Ian is nowhere to be found. Arthur lost Vladimir-which sucks-, but nothing remarkable after. Only that he bumped into some rich snot whose face I couldn't see with his back to me. Only that he left Arthur standing there shocked for a little while, before Arthur decided that this would blow his cover if he stood there any longer. Mixed back into the crowd after. Ran into some tent... probably."

"Hold up- he lost Vladimir?" Lukas sat down next to his brother on the couch. "Have you seen Vlad since?"

"No, and it concerns me that he didn't show up on any of the 8 cameras in 34 minutes. Those cameras weren't all at the same place, some a little far away from the other, or in the middle- the market is huge and crowded, I might add-, hopefully he shows up somewhere in the next 10 minutes."

Emil switched over to another camera. "Wait a second- isn't that-!"

Lukas looked at the video as Emil stopped it and zoomed. While trying to focus on the point to get it sharper, he saw what Emil meant, and his eyes widened. "Ya...o?"

There, in a corner, they had Yao's back facing them. They knew it was him immidiently. Same hair, same chinese suit. He seemed to talk to some one, but that someone didn't fit in the picture, and the camera next to this wasn't in Emil's system.

"The guy just disappears and now he is standing in a corner? He looks like a fucking suspect in murder like this! If the guard watching the cameras took notice of this, we're doomed. Unless he knows the person Yao is talking to." Emil threw himself against the back of the sofa hardly, throwing his hands in the air and screaming 'WE'RE DOOMED'. Lukas hoped they didn't just wake someone in the house up. After all, there are other apartments here...

"I don't know what would relieve me more right now. Yao talking to our men or a guard so there would be no suspicion, but that would mean that Yao is 'doomed'." Lukas said, making his brother groan.

"And Tino still is a shaking mess on 2 legs! WHY GOD WHY!" If their landlady would hear that, she would scold him for using 'god' in such a sentence.

Lukas clicked to the other video, still as emotionless as ever. "Seems like Ian made his appearance..."

"Idiot finally came?"

"Seems so..."

There was Ian Kirkland, mixed within the crowd, his hands in his pockets and refusing to leave them anytime soon.

~X3~

Matthew Williams Jones was not happy to be here. He volunteered to help, even when he knew he would be disgusted by the end of the day.

But he didn't expect it to be more disgustingly than Alfred's dirty underwear on the sofa like when they were kids.

He didn't expect his life to be turned upside down by one man, his heart following immidiently.

"Again : Why. Did. You. Come. THIS?! ANSWER ME!" The German-no, Prussian, as he claimed- screamed again, the dangerously growling tone returning right after.

"I told you already, I don't know who you are, what you're talking about and please just untie me before I get Paranoia!" Matthew whined.

He himself didn't understand what was happening. One minute, he's following the Spanish boss, eavesdroping here tand there a little(Not very hard when you're invisible), and then -BAM!- someone knocked him out cold, and Matthew wished it would've been Eliza's frying pan as his vision turned black.

Matthew was scared at first that the rather handsome prussian knew that he was a member of the 'Nations', but with every new threat his mind became more and more relieved.

If the man knew, he would've mentioned the organization at least 23 threats ago...

...Or not.

There came back the flipping in his stomach, the fluttering of his heart and the unresistable want to pass out right there.

Or be swallowed up by the ground. For someone whose been ignored his whole life, it would be easy, right?

Wrong guess.

Right about now was a good time to start one of the organization's shocking rescue missions...

Which would never come. They didn't know where he were, what was happening(as if that fact ever stopped them), or if it would be safe to show in front of the prussian that Matthew indeed was a member by rescuing him. It would damage the others' safety.

Oh god how Matthew wanted to cry.

"Look." Matthew whispered, as quiet as no one would ever hear it- but in his condition he couldn't summon the strength to speak louder. Surprisingly, the man seemed to hear the Canadian over his yelling and stopped for a second, eying him widely. "I don't know what you want... but I'm sure you got the wrong person here..."

The Prussian's face darkened. "You sure, Arschloch? Nach allem, was du gemacht hast, wie du uns ignoriert hast... und dann wagst du es, hierher zu kommen?" Matthew understood a little german because of Vash, so he could still make out the meaning of his sentence.

"I'm not here because... how could've I ignore you if I don't even know you?!" Matthew looked up from the ground and right into the stranger's eyes.

Talking about ignoring? Maybe the man didn't know about the Nations after all... or he was a mafia member, high ranked of course, who meant all the threat's they sent them. The organization recieved threats daily, ignored them all, pissing the senders off even more.

The sender's didn't know their adress or anything, no company or mafia to give it over to them, so they just had to get other ways to catch their attention. If they got hacked... let's say their hackers weren't as good as Emil, they couldn't hack him back and find him, not to mention that Emil performed those big attacks only at internet cafe's, or a libery's computer for that matter. Safety to not get caught, he always said, even tough no one doubted his abillities.

But back to the topic.

"Ignoring... don't know...-" The Prussian mumbled absently, repeating Matthew, then glaring at him sharply. "DON'T EVEN TRY THAT SHIT, ALFRED FUCKING JONES, THAT YOU'VE FALLEN THAT LOW-"

"Wait!" Matthew snapped, relazation taking place in his eyes. Even if it wasn't a good idea to cut the Prussian off. "I'm not Alfred."

~X3~

"I'm not Alfred."

It took about 2 minutes for Gilbert to register what he just said.

Not Alfred.

He then took another look at the boy, especially at his breathtaking violet-purple eyes. Before he could get too caught up in them, however, he threw a mental punch at himself.

"Oh... OH!" Gilbert said. Another mental punch for making the boy believe you're stupid Gilbert.

Man, those mental punches were giving him Literally head aches. In real life.

"He's obviously lying, boss." One of his two staff members said, the one on the right side of the boy. "Don't believe him."

"Right!" Said the left one. He didn't even bother to remember their names, and now he regretted it.

Seems like he'll be calling someone Right and Left from now on.

"If you're really not Alfred, then who ARE YOU?!" Gilbert questioned.

"M-Ma-Matthew..." The boy's stuutering voice made Gilbert's heart melt.

"Well..." Gilbert stretched out his arm, and Gilbird landed on it. "Let's see if you're telling the truth."

Gilbert took the boy's wallet from Gilbeid's claws, much to 'Matthew's' surprise. He opend the wallet and looked through the conents, meaning : Cards.

Then, he found what he was looking for. A student-pass from 'Hetalia-high school'. Why did the name sound so familiar.

"Let's see... Brithdate : ..., Age, hometown,..., grade... AHA! There! Birthname : Matthew Williams Jones." Gilbert was stunned for a moment, looking at Matthew curiously. "But you're still a Jones?"

"Yeah..." Matthew whispered, sighing.

"B-BOSS!" Left exclaimed.

"Shut up Left, Boss has some business to do." He knelt in front of Matthew, untying the poor boy. "How are you related to Alfred?"

"U-Uhm..." Matthew looked away.

"You want me to use my ways to find the answer?" Gilbert smirked.

"A-Alright!" Matthew said as fast as his voice could come out again. "W-We're... twins..."

Now Gilbert was curious.

Alfred has a twin? And never revealed that fact to anyone? If he did, the rumor would've reached me fast... Is Matthew a member of the American Mafia? I doubt he is the second boss, too shy, and Alfred is marked as the ONLY Boss. Is he Alfred's replacement? The punching bag for everyone if the Americanish Mafia Head messed something up? Gilbert had so many questions running through his mind.

If he was a relative of Alfred, it made sense he would be here if Alfred would. But Alfred never mentioned him, so maybe he didn't want anyone knowing? Why dragging him out here then?

"B-Boss... The kid is probably lying. The Americanish Mafia boss having such a weak twin brother?" Right snorted, scrnching his nose up in looked to the ground, ashamed. It Made Gilbert's blood boil. "Ridiculou-"

Then Right was on the ground. His cheek swollen red.

Gilbert had punched him.

"Left..." He smiled. "How 'bout you take Right here outside?" His voice was sweet, but also dark and threatening. His eyes would make a grizzly bear run a 100 kilometer marathon in a second.

Left shivered, let out a squeak, grabbed Right and ran outside the unused, dark tent, and right back into the sickly-coloured light of the latterns outside. Gilbert turned back to Matthew.

Gilbert decided he didn't want to see hurt nor sadness in those cute eyes of his.

There was a gunshot outside, but no screaming. And another. And another.

3

Gilbert counted three. He sighed, and stodd back up, Matthew still on his knees, but untied now.

"I'm sorry the awesome me mistaked you for your... twin brother." He smiled, trying to sound nice.

Matthew smiled warmly, a smile such as his was never recieved by Gilbert. It was worth a million loves, a million dollors, a million years. It seemed endless.

"I know you don't like him. Me neither, so you can call him what you want."

That was the moment Gilbert was sure Matthew was his soulmate, his one and only, the love of his life he tought he'd never expirience.

"Thanks." Gilbert grinned his boyish grin. He was still a Teenager, after all. "Anyways, Those gunshots were my cue to leave, so guess this means 'Till later'."

"La...ter...?" Matthew asked, saying the word as if he never heard it before. "Does this me-"

"Well, you're rather interesting... and pretty." Matthew blushed, wich made Gilbert's Heart melt once again at how cute the boy looked. "So I'll be seeing you around sometime surely. Willingly of course, and I don't care if you don't want to-"

"I-I'd b happy." Matthew said, those words meant only for Gilbert's ears. "I'd be really happy if...we'd see each other... again."

The warmness in Gilbert's heart started to spread at Matthew's flustered sight. A unusulal, but still pleasuring felling.

"Soon." That was Gilbert's promise. "Very soon, Birdie."

They stood silent for what seemed like eternety.

"So..." Gilbert walked towards the exit. "With that cleared, I have to take my leave, Birdie. Here" He threw the purse back to Matthew, testing his reflexes. He took a mental note of his good reflexes, he catched the wallet easily, not letting it even near the ground. "There you have your things back. But this" he pulled out the student ID Card and held it near his lips. "I'll be keeping. To find you again, of course."

Matthew stared at him, then giggled slightly and smiled again.

Again, three gunshots sounded throughout the whole market. Gilbert sighed.

"Someone's being impatient." He groaned, then faced Matthew once again when his name was called.

"Since you know mine, I want to know your name..." Matthew said unsurly, turning into a tomato face again.

"Gilbert." He said. "I'm Gilbert Beilschimdt." He winked, making Matthew melt on the inside. "And this here is my loyal friend, Gilbird." He gestured to the bird who had taken the wallet earlier, now resting on Gilbert's shoulder and letting out a happy squeak as his name was called.

Their moment was interupted by the gunshots again. Gilbert snapped.

"ALRIGHT TONI I GOT IT! GIVE ME A MINUTE HERE!" He wanted to punch his friend right now. His partner in crime- another member of the 'Bad-Touch-Trio'- was now ruining his moment.

Brilliant.

Just Brilliant.

Matthew giggled. "I think you should leave before your friend snaps and shoots anybody." As much as Matthew wanted for Gil to stay, he had to think about his mission, and Gil too had somewhere important to attend, it seemed.

Gilbert gave him another silent nod of agreement, winked, and left.

Oh, just what had Matthew gotten himself into. That guy knew Alfred! His brother Alfred.

And still, Even when any sane person would just kill themselves now, or that Matthew's mind tried to list all the things that was wrong about this, his heart won without reasoning.

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Translations :

Arschloch (German)- Asshole

Nach allem, was du gemacht hast, wie du uns ignoriert hast... und dann wagst du es, hierher zu kommen? (German)- After all you did, and how you ignored us... and then you dare to come back here?

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