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Hong sighed and tugged on his collar. He walked into the jail cells and saw many convicts staring at him or minding their own business. The Chinese man walked up to the last cell on the right and saw Emil laying on his bed looking at the ceiling. Hong coughed and got the man's attention. The Icelander looked and his face perked up.
"I thought you were joking!" Emil commented as he gets off of his bed.
Hong grunted and unlocked the cell. Emil walked next to Hong and suddenly heard a click sound. Emil looked down and saw that his little date hand-cuffed themselves together. Emil raised a brow and looked over at Hong, who only glared back.
"I'm making sure you won't run away, Nordic." Hong spat out and led the two out of the building.
Emil smiled, "I won't, chink."
"Whatever."
The two men were silent as they reached a burger joint. Emil frowned and said, "Here? Why not somewhere fancy?"
Hong looked over at the silver-haired man and said, "I am not spending a lot of money on the likes of you."
"Eh...Fine." Emil shrugged it off and the two walked into the building.
The two men got weird looks, but Hong and Emil ignored it. They headed toward a booth and Hong removed his hand-cuff and attached to a railing near his booth. Emil smiled and sat down and watched as his Asian date sat across from him. Hong then got their waiter's attention and began to order their food.
"Two coke-colas and two burgers with fries." Hong said and handed the menus back to their waiter, who nodded in response and scurried off.
"Damn, chink." Emil exclaimed, "You didn't let me order anything I want."
Hong ignored his comment and pulled out his notebook from before. He took out his pen and began to write down information on it. Emil raised a brow in curiosity as he watched the Asian man focusing more on his work than him.
"Now you said before that Tino and Berwald are in Scandinavia?" Hong asked as he looked up.
Emil sighed and nodded, "Yeah. They're getting immigrants and I think Berwald wanted his parents to move here in America to get a fresh start."
"Berwald huh...?" Hong mumbled and scribbled on his notepad, "Anything on Tino?"
Emil shrugged, "He and some kid are in Norway right now. Don't know what though.
"Some kid?"
"Yeah." Emil nodded, "Didn't ya know that he and Berwald adopted some little British boy back in the day?"
Hong narrowed his eyes, "I knew..."
The Icelandic man smiled as he saw their food coming their way, "Don't be such a sad puss, chink. Enjoy this once in a life time date with me."
"Tch."
Yao stared blankly at the man in the interrogation room. The man's name is Carlos Machado, a Cuban man who claims to be associated with the Nordic Mafia. The man is a bit round and has a bit of facial hair on his chin. His eyebrows were big just like Arthur's and his black hair was pulled back. Yao glanced over at Meimei and saw that she was looking through his files.
The Chinese man sighed and offered the Cuban a cigarette, but he refused. The man smiled though and pulled out a Cuban cigar out of his tube sock and asked Yao for a lighter. Yao smiled and tossed the man his lighter, who caught it and immediately lit his fat cigar.
Carlos eased back against his chair and smiled. He took two big puffs and blew the smoke into the air. The Cuban removed the cigar out of his mouth and held it. Meimei looked up at the man and looked at him with disgust. She detests smoking, it bothers her so much. She then saw smoke blowing from her side. Meimei turned and glared at Yao, who ignored her glare and continued to smoke.
"Now Mr. Machado." Meimei began, "What do you do for the Nordics? You clearly aren't a member, are you?"
Carlos shrugged, "Aye...I ain't one. I'm merely a messenger per-say."
"Per-say?" Yao asked.
"I ain't part of their club, Chinese." Carlos spat out, "I just go back and forth between gangs who need to talk to them leaders of the Nordics."
Meimei glanced at Yao who glanced back at her in return. Yao then looked at Carlos and asked, "So you're the errand boy, eh?"
The Cuban man shot an intense glare at Yao and exclaimed, "I ain't no fucking errand boy, Chinese."
Meimei sighed and asked another question, "Do you have any information on Mathias. He seems to be the leader of the group."
"Mathias?" Carlos questioned.
Yao and Meimei nodded.
Carlos looked at the two Asians and burst out laughing. Yao and Meimei stared at the strange man as he began to bang his fist against the table from laughing to hard. The Cuban man soon calmed down and brought his cigar to his mouth. The man ran his hand on his hair to smooth it out as he replied.
"Hell that man can't manage to control a bunch of sheep much less the Nordics!"
Yao raised a brow, "Then who leads the group?"
Carlos then grew serious, "I know it doesn't seem right, but that couple in that club runs it."
"Couple...?"
"Aye." Carlos said, "The blonde one with the hat and the taller blonde with the glasses."
Meimei looked at Yao and said, "Tino and Berwald."
Yao frowned and asked, "Are you sure?"
"Hell yes I'm sure." The fat man exclaimed, "Those two are just behind Mathias, controlling the Dane to do their stuff, so that it looks like he's in control!"
The Asian woman hastily wrote down at the Cuban gave them. Yao took his cigarette and took in a lot of chemicals as he breathed it in. The Chinese man sighed and asked, "Why aru?"
"I heard that they do that so in case something like this happens the Danish man can take the blame, not them."
"Clever enough." Meimei mumbled.
"Yeah.." Yao agreed and turned back to Carlos, "Why are you telling us aru? I mean you are on their side."
Carlos smiled and held his cigar, "My sister wants to come to America, the legal way. I thought if I help you government people out that you could get her a visa or something."
Meimei smiled sadly, "I don't think..."
"DONE!" Yao exclaimed, surprising both Carlos and Meimei.
"What do you mean by done" Meimei slowly asked.
Yao smiled and replied, "Done as in, of course we can get his sister to America!"
"R-Really?" Carlos exclaimed clearly dumbstruck.
The long haired man grinned, "Of course aru!"
"Th-Thank you so much, Chinese!" Carlos rejoiced, "I-I don't know how to repay you!"
"Y-Yao I don't think-.."
"No need aru!" Yao chuckled, "Now get out of here before I change my mind."
Carlos smirked and bid farewell to both Asians as he gets up and leaves the room. Meimei turned and smacked Yao's head, who whined in return.
"M-Meimei? What the hell?" Yao exclaimed as he rubbed his head.
"I DON'T THINK WE CAN GET HIS SISTER A VISA!" Meimei shrieked, "WHY THE HELL DID YOU PROMISE HIM THAT?"
Yao smiled, "We helped him out right? He deserves a reward!"
The Taiwanese woman groaned in irritation and exclaimed, "Thanks to you, I have to get that guy's sister papers and stuff."
Yao grinned and pulled his lovely sister onto his lap, who blushed terribly in return. Yao rested his chin on her shoulder who sighs and lays back. Meimei then felt the man placing his fingers in between hers. The young woman smiled slightly and squeezed his hand, who did the same in return.
"Aiyaaah..." Yao yawned out, "I'm tired aru..."
"Me too.." Meimei murmured, "But we have one more person to interrogate."
The Chinese man frowned and whined, "Can't we have Kiku and Yong Soo do it aruu?"
"I suppose." Meimei commented.
Yao smiled and cradled Meimei in his arms as he gets up.
"Wh-What the hell?"
Her Aniki grinned and said, "Come on aru. I want to show you the city."
"But I already know what the city looks like!"
"Not at night!"
"I have...But I never thought about taking the time to look at it." Meimei mumbled as Yao carries her out of the room.
Hong rubs his stomach and lays back on the wooden bench in the park. The two men left the burger joint and walked around in the park at night. Emil smiled as he watched his date sighing in happiness at the meal they had. The Nordic member looked down at his wrist and his smile grew when he remembered that Hong uncuffed him, because the man trusted Emil.
"That was...delicious." Hong commented.
"Yes. Yes it was."
The Chinese man looked up and pointed at the sky, "Look. My Aniki and I would star gaze when I was young. He would point at certain constellations and tell me stories."
Emil looked up as well and exclaimed, "My brother would do the same."
"I'm sorry.."
"No sweat." Emil said, "He would probably take it well as me, if I died."
"I see."
Emil smiled as he recalled one tale, "Lukas told me when I was younger that a god, named Odin, watches us because his eyes were the Sun and the Moon."
"Interesting." Hong said, "Yao told me that rabbits make medicine on the moon for the boys and girls who are sick."
The Icelander looked at Hong and snorted, "Th-That's so childish!"
Hong looked at Emil and shot him a glare, "Well that Odin is pretty childish too."
"I suppose." Emil agreed not wanting to anger the Chinese.
The two men sat there in silence still looking up at the dark sky. Hong took out his phone and checked the time. It was late and Hong needed to bring Emil back to jail. The Chinese man glanced over at Emil who knew that it was time for him to go back to the cell.
The pale man smiled and held his wrist as Hong slapped out the hand-cuffs. Hong then guided the Nordic man back to the building and back to his cell. Once they got to Emil's cell, Hong un-cuffed him and stared at the silver-haired man.
"I had a great time, chink." Emil said with a smirk.
Hong narrowed his eyes and mumbled, "Same."
"I want to give you something though." Emil said.
"Huh?"
Before Hong could close the cell, Emil leaned toward Hong and give him a small peck on his lips. The Nordic quickly pulled back and closed the cell before Hong could inflict any damage to him. To Emil's surprise, Hong only blushed and scurried off home.
"NIGHT, CHINK!" Emil shouted after Hong.
A/N: Enjoy
