PLEASE don't correct me about the human names. Gilbert Beillschmidt/Weillschmidt I don't care which is "canon", the author doesn't use either, he simply calls this man Prussia. Just read the chapter and ignore that one detail. I don't know which is right and I don't particularly care. He is still my favorite character either way.

Gilbert was becoming increasingly anxious. They never got a chance to get their stories straight. They were being watched during the whole ride to the police station. Once they got there, they were placed in different rooms, waiting to be interrogated. Gilbert played with a loose thread on his shirt. Had anyone been interviewed yet? What did they say? What was he supposed to say? Was Liz alright?

His head shot up when someone opened the door. A tall blond man with bushy eyebrows came in and sat down across the table from him. Gilbert stared uneasily at the gun sticking out of his coat pocket. Who was this man? A police officer? A lawyer?

"I'm Arthur Kirkland. I just have a few questions to ask you Mr. Weillschmidt."

"H-how do you know my name?" Gilbert asked nervously, wrapping the thread around his palm.

"We have already talked with Mr. Edelstein"

We? There was more than one of them? Does this mean they could be interviewing someone else right now? Could it be Liz? Would she confess?

"Oh? And what did that liar say?" He chuckled nervously.

"I'm not required to tell you his testimony, only to verify it. Let's get started. What's your relationship with Miss Héderváry?"

Gilbert almost fell out of his chair. What kind of question was that?

"I don't see how that's relevant to the case-"

"Oh I can assure you Mr. Weillschmidt, it's very relevant. What is your relationship with her?"

"She's a childhood friend," he explained, not truly lying but not revealing the truth.

"I don't think you've understood my question," Arthur replied, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table, "Are you romantically involved with her?"

Gilbert's face paled and he fidgeted nervously with the ends of his shirt, creating a huge tear.

"I…I wouldn't say romantically involved…"

"What would you say?"

"…We're just friends…I mean I've loved her since forever but nothing ever happened…she did kiss me a few hours ago…but I don't know if anything is going to happen…"

"So she is cheating on her boyfriend with you."

"No! It's not like that! We both thought he was dead!"

"Oh?"

"No! Wait….fuck. It wasn't like that."

"What was it like? Please enlighten me Mr. Weillschmidt."

"She was trying to protect West-"

"West?"

"My brother, Ludwig."

"Alright, please continue," Arthur said, writing that down.

"She was trying to protect him and she beat up Roderick pretty bad. I wasn't there-"

"So how do you know what happened?"

"Will you let me finish?" Gilbert asked, annoyed.

Arthur nodded.

"I wasn't there, but I saw him earlier when we were out the house and I've go to say she went a little overboard. Anyway, he was really hurt and she got scared and ran away, bringing Feli with her. She came to me and told me she thought she had killed Roderick. We went to get some bandages for Feli and we fixed him up then we went back for West and you guys got there," he finished, "Nice response time by the way. You got there, what, a whole four hours after the crime was committed?"

"We try our best," Arthur replied with a chuckle.

"How was Feliciano injured?"

"He tried to protect his boyfriend, West, and Roderick attacked him. Liz saved him. She saved everyone. She's a hero."

"Thank you for your time Mr. Weillschmidt."

"Can I leave now?"

"I'm sorry. You'll have to stay here until this whole mess is sorted out."

Gilbert was left alone to destroy his shirt as he waited for everyone else to be interviewed.