Warning. Character Deaths...I didn't want to, but for the story to progress, well they just have to happen...I'm sorry~ so so so sorry, believe me if I didn't have to do it I wouldn't...but I do... You have been warned~

It was a regular day for Ivan Braginski, head of the Soviet Mafia. He was sitting behind his desk watching his minions scramble. Currently he had Toris cleaning the old fire place, which hadn't been used in years. He watched the poor, young lad cough as ashes flew around him with a smile. He almost laughed to see Toris struggle so much. In the other room he could hear Ravis scurrying about trying to help Katyusha and Natalia, by finding what they wanted. Their demands becoming more and more ridiculous, as the unfortunate boy became more and more tired. Yes, Ivan thought, I have it good.

"Sir?" Eduard asked, interrupting his boss's thoughts.

"What is it?" Ivan snapped.

"There are some men to see you," Eduard said.

"What men?" he asked suspiciously.

"They say they are honored guests, sir," Eduard said nervously.

"I am not expecting anyone, show them in da?" Ivan ordered.

"Yes sir," Eduard said softly. He turned on his heel and went to the foyer where three men were standing. "He says you may come in now."

Yao nodded and led the way. Daintily he stepped around the mess in the fire place. "You were not expecting us, aru."

Ivan grinned. "I'm afraid I wasn't, but it's a pleasure to see you so soon. Toris," he barked, "leave us. Now what can I do for you gentlemen?"

"That is a very good question," Yao said smugly. "Kiku, Kaoru you are excused, but don't wander off."

"Afraid they might be injured? No worries, my men will protect them," Ivan said sweetly.

Yao snorted, "your men can hardly protect themselves. My men could do much better."

"Is that so?" Ivan asked darkly. "Why did you come? Surely it was not to insult me, or is that your only purpose?"

"No aru, I did not mean to start out by insulting you. That was very rude of me. I have a proposition, that will take care of those nosy coppers." Yao said cocking his eyebrow at the Russian.

"Is that so?" he was intrigued. "They have begun to take notice of us, and that won't do? How shall we dissuade them from barking up our tree? I presume you have a plan, da?"

"A trap," Yao said with a smirk, then he full out grinned.

"I like the sound of it," Ivan said grinning back. "I know the perfect spot as well. Down by the docks my men and I have a warehouse."

"Very good, aru. I say we tell a few of our men to head that way for a meeting, once the coppers see them, all they will have to do is follow, inside will be waiting our best gunmen, and the trap will be sprung, aru." By now Yao was grinning wickedly.

"Da, there are perfect vantage places for Nicholas to set up shop," Ivan said happily.

"As well Kaoru and Lien Chung," Yao said nodding.

"A girl!?" Ivan cried in disgust.

Yao shrugged, "she's one of my best shots, and never misses. I am sure you have plenty of guns for us to use?"

"More than enough," Ivan said.

"Good tell a few of your men that there will be a meeting, and I shall tell some of mine," Yao said standing to go.

"Alright, these chaps won't know what hit 'em." Ivan walked his guest out and then returned to his office. "Toris, Eduard, come here at once!"

There was the sound of everything being dropped, and then a clattering of boots along the staircase. "Sir?" they panted, being slightly out of breath.

"Tomorrow night, there will be a very important trade happening in Warehouse 12, I want you two to go oversee it."

"A trade?" asked Toris.

"Are you an imbecile?!" shouted the Russian. "Tomorrow there is a shipment of girls coming in from China, who will be working for us, as well as more opium. In return for these items we will be giving the triad guns. Is that understood? If anything goes wrong it will be on your heads, da?" he asked with a sickeningly sweet smile.

"Y-yes sir," they shuddered. In their pasts they had done some pretty terrible things, but human trafficking was a new low.

"Good, now go about your business, I have a phone call to make," Ivan said dismissively. After they left he picked up the phone and dialed a well known number. "Brother?"

"Ivan? What is it that you want?" Nicholas asked tiredly.

"Now is that anyway to speak to your brother?" Ivan growled back. There was silence, smugly he continued. "I have a job for you tomorrow night."

* Hetalia *

Shortly after hearing all the details from Ivan, Toris made his way to the closet in the main hall, taking the phone with him. He looked at the number on the worn piece of paper, and resignedly he dialed it.

"Hello?" cried a cheery voice.

"M-Mr. Jones?" he asked in a whisper.

"Toris, is that you? Speak up, I can barely hear you!" Alfred nearly shouted through the line.

"J-just dry up, wouldja?" he asked, finally on the other end he heard silence. "There's a big deal going down tomorrow at seven."

"A deal?" Alfred perked up.

"An exchange of guns for opium and girls," Toris sounded miserable.

"Where, and when?" Alfred asked eagerly.

"At the docks, by warehouse 12 around seven," Toris said.

"Wonderful, just wonderful! This is just copacetic my friend! You caught me just in time, since I was about to go to a friend's place...speaking of which if you need to reach me call 555-460-9211."

"Alright, Alfred- just don't get me involved-"

Toris watched in horror as the dim light in the closet became brighter, on the wall opposite to him was a silhouette, a silhouette of Ivan. There was a sharp intake of breath- "Toris? What's wron-" Alfred asked.

Ivan slammed down the receiver. "Involved? Involved in what?"

"I-I"

"You little piker! Did you really think that calling the police would help? How long have you been passing them information? HOW LONG?!"

Instead of waiting for an answer Ivan just whacked him with his walking stick.

* Hetalia *

Toris woke up with a pounding headache. As he tried to move he realized he was tied to a chair. In horror he realized he was in Ivan's personal torture chamber. He struggled harder, only to hear laughter behind him.

"Think you can escape?" Ivan laughed. "Try again. I don't have time to kill you now unfortunately, I have to oversee a massacre."

"A-a what?" Toris asked looking up, as he stopped struggling.

"Well you've been out pretty long," Ivan giggled, "and tonight your little copper friends are walking right into my trap."

Ivan watched as Toris's green eyes widened. "That's right it was a trap all along. Lucky for me your little routine didn't screw things up too much..we just had to change the plan a bit." He leaned in, and Toris could smell the vodka on his breath. "And if you even try to run, that little floozie of yours will be shot dead. And then? So will you." There was more laughter as Ivan left shutting the door.

Toris was alone. The big house was too quiet, and inside of himself there was a wave of guilt. If he didn't do something in the next thirty minutes, Alfred and his partner would be dead. Toris got an idea, he began rubbing the old rope against the sharp edge of the armrest. Finally he broke through and was able to untie the other. He was free. He wanted to laugh, but realized he had lives to save. He ran up the stairs to the first floor. Silently he slipped past the room where Natalia, Ravis, and Katyusha were playing poker, and made his way to Ivan's office.

"C'mon pick up, pick up, pick up," he prayed, after dialing the number for the police office.

From the other room he heard Natalia grunt, "I'd better go check the prisoner."

"Pick up, pick up, pick up-" there was no one picking up. It seemed that everyone had left. Toris had to be quick, he dialed the second number. "Pick up, pick up, pick up-"

"Hello?" a young girl asked.

"Tell Alfred it's a trap," Toris cried desperately, he could already hear Natalia running up the stairs.

"He's gone!"

"What?" asked the girl on the line. Toris shook his head he had to focus.

"Tell Alfred it's a trap. He'll know what I mean. Tell him it's a-"

On the other end of the line, Lili heard a single gunshot, and the line went dead.

Lili looked out the window all blood rushing from her face. She watched the Model T, belonging to Alfred speed away, carrying Alfred and Arthur with it. "Vash," she cried, "I have to go!"

Before he could say anything, Lili ran out onto the side walk hailing a taxi.

"Where to?"

"Follow that car!" she cried desperately.

She thought back to earlier, when Alfred had been saying this was their big break in the case. She remembered how happy he had sounded, and she also remembered the sound of a gunshot. Her stomach knotted in disgust. At first she had thought it was a prank caller- but there was no way of faking the urgency in his voice- or- or that gunshot. Again Lili winced at the memory. "Oh you must hurry," she begged wringing her hands together.

"I'm going as fast as I can miss," the cabbie said.

I hope I make it in time. Please, let me make it in time, she prayed silently.

I am so sorry.. ;-; poor Toris~ So yeah..I'm hoping to update again before I go to camp (for a week with no computer access..) but if not then that's why I may not update for awhile...so yeah. Please leave a review! It lets me know you care..so if you have any common decency well just leave it in the review box..Thanks for reading this (and reviewing! All you guys are fabulous), more to come soonish..Oh and Happy Independance Day (to all you fellow Americans). ~T.W.o.W.