-Authors notes -
Thank u all my readers C": IM CRAZY SORRY FOR THE LATENESS! I COULDNT GET MOTIVATED. and sorry for the lack of yaoi! Dont worry it starts slow but its getting there! OMFG SO MANY REVIEWSSSSS *dies* enjoy chapie nine! I'll try to update twice a week.
Chapter 9: Heal.
When Lovino arrived at their apartment, the stupid German officer had followed him in, "I will need your clothes and shoes ." he commanded sternly.
Lovino growled, "I know!" He looked down and sighed when he realized he was wearing his only good pair of boots. After the teens decided to rent an apartment together, money had been tight and that meant cutting back on spending. Lovino looked back at the officer, "Can't I keep the boots?" He asked quietly.
"No." Ludwig responded.
"But they're my only good pair..." he trailed off, sounding smaller than himself.
"My heart bleeds. Take them off, Vargas." Ludwig replied indifferently.
"Fucking potato bastard." Lovino muttered under his breath, "Fine." He plopped himself on the red, white, and green striped bed and slowly pulled off his black boots. With a huff of annoyance, he threw his boots at Ludwig, "Happy now?" He asked sarcastically.
Ludwig sighed in exasperation as the boots landed a few feet in front of him, "Thank you, Vargas." He said grudgingly as bent foward to pick up the boots.
Lovino rolled his golden olive eyes and stood from the queen sized bed. He felt for the peeling golden handle and pulled, and pulled, and pulled. "GOD DAMN DYSFUNCTIONAL DRAWER!" He yelled as he yanked one last time causing the drawer to finally open... halfway. Lovino groaned and looked through his half opened drawer for a change of clothes. Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing a smiling Alfred and an officer with unusually thick eyebrows.
"Romano, dude!" Alfred shouted full of energy, despite it being nearly 6:15am, "I MISSED YOU, BRO!"
"Ciao, America" Lovino said with a rare smile. He looked back at his half open drawer and continued his search for clothes.
Ludwig cleared his throat, "I need your clothes Vargas, that includes underwear."
"I'm on it." Lovino responded bitingly.
"Dude you don't look like you swing that way!" Alfred said, holding back laughter.
Lugwig's face went pink with mortification, and Lovino facepalmed. Ludwig looked to his fellow officer in distress; however, said officer was giggling away.
Lovino blinked, "Really, America?" He said, too tired and irritated to snap at Alfred's sheer stupidity, "No, Just no."
Alfred put his hands up in mock defense, "Ok, ok." He said slowly, "I'm gonna take my shoes off now."
Lovino rolled his eyes and walked to the bathroom, Italian flag print PJ's in hand. He was desperate to take off the blood caked clothes, but he kept his cool demeanor. That is, until he closed the door. In a panic he began tearing off his bloody clothes. He shuddered when he caught sight of his ghastly reflection in the mirror. Normally fiery gold eyes looked dead and dull, his hair was caked with blood from when he brushed hair out of his face, and dried blood coated his cheeks and arms.
He rushed to the sink and hastily turned the on water. With more than the necessary amount of soap, he washed his face with warm water, once, then again and again, until it was painful to scrub. He blindly reached for a towel and dried his face. Although the red on his face was no longer from blood, he felt filthy. Dirty. Wrong. He ran towards the shower and already had his hand on the knob when Alfred began banging on the door, "HAY ROMANO, I HAVE TO CHANGE TOO!"
Lovino stayed silent, angry that he would have to stay in his bloody extra skin. He put on his pj bottoms and realized he forgot a shirt. Irritated and tired, Lovino decided he didn't give a damn and opened the door. Alfred made a wolf whistle noise and Lovino rolled his eyes, "Real mature."
He tossed his blood ridden clothes at Ludwig and the officer placed them in an evidence bag, "That is all I need from you, Vargas and... Mr. Jones?" he said with a question and continued only after Alfred nodded in approval, "I need your clothes."
Alfred waved his hand dismissively and retreated to the bathroom with a pair of feety superman PJ's. Lovino laughed a bit at Alfred's choice of attire.
Soon Alfred emerged from the bathroom with his bundle of clothes in hand, "Do you really have to take my superman boxers?!" Alfred whined, "It's not like I'm a girl and like bleed!"
Lovino had to prevent himself from facepalming and the officers remained silent. Alfred huffed, "Tough crowd."
"No it wasn't funny, at all!" Lovino said with a groan.
Alfred shrugged, "Still, tough crowd. Anyways here you go officer." He said nonchalantly as he threw his bundle at said officer.
After the two officers had properly bagged the evidence, the pair dismissed themselves and left out the front door.
"YAWNNNN." Alfred said loudly, "WELL, I better get to sleep cause its you know-"
"Ok, whats wrong" Lovino stated.
"Pfft nothing, absolutely nothing!" Alfred said as he laughed nervously, "The hero is right never wrong, cause that would make me a villain ahaha-"
"America, you always say stupid jokes when something's wrong" Lovino deadpanned as he made his way back onto the comfortable bed, "You can't tell me that nothing's wrong."
Alfred laughed again before looking down at the floor in defeat, "... I'm fine and going to sleep... good night."
Lovino frowned but decided that if Alfred did not want to talk, he didn't have to, "... fine, then good night America." he glanced at the clock and saw it was 6:59am, "I wonder-"
"Ve! SOMEBODY OPEN THE DOOR! I lost my keys!" Feliciano wailed as he banged on the abused mahogany door.
"Mien gott!" A familiar german accented voice yelled, "How do u lose keys!?"
Lovino smiled, "Speak of the devil." America shot up from his American flag bed and smiled brightly, "I GOT IT!"
"VE! AMERICA!"
Alfred jumped from his bed, tripping over his now floor ridden blankets. He quickly recovered and fumbled with the lock. Muttering a few choice words, he managed to unlock the door.
Feliciano swung the door open and jumped into America's arms, "A-ALFRED!" he cried, "I WAS SO SCARED! THIS SCARY BIG IVAN QUESTIONED ME! WAHHH!"
Alfred frowned, "They made Ivan question you?" He bawled up his fists.
"LOVI! FRATELLOO! YOURE OK TOO!' he delatched himself from Alfred and tackled Lovino, "Did a big scary man question you too?" he asked as he looked at Lovino with wide chocolate eyes.
"Well-" Lovino began.
"Ahem. Feliciano, I need your clothes, that includes underwear and shoes." The German officer from earlier interrupted.
"Dude what the hell!" Alfred growled, "We're trying to have a reunion!"
"I'm trying to do my job-"
"Well I don't give a damn!"
"Respect an-"
"You know what, shut the fuck up ok! We went through hell today!" Alfred yelled at the top of his lungs causing Lovino and Feliciano to flinch, "At least… let us..." he trailed off.
The officer paused and sighed deeply, "Fine, but when the last suspect comes, you are to give me the evidence."
-7:01am-
Matthew sat in the back of the police car, staring at the frozen city wasteland that stretched for miles. A blanket of snow covered the trees and buildings and the street lamps flickered dully.
"Something troubling you?" A voice said, interrupting his thoughts.
"Turn right." Matthew said quietly.
The detective frowned and turned right. Small apartments littered the area and they passed by a high school with a large banner reading: "Go get 'em Tigers!"
Detective Carriedo smiled and remembered when he and his good friend, Francis, attended RoseWood high school last year, "Is this your school, Williams?" He asked in a friendly tone, trying to make conversation.
Matthew looked from the window to the rear view mirror, "We're here." He said quietly not meeting the detective's scrutinizing eyes.
The detective looked confused before realizing they were in front of an alley, not an apartment, "Is this where you live..." Antonio asked sadly.
Matthew nodded and reached for the handle, "As far as you know" he stated as coldly as the bitter winter air.
Antonio looked pained, "Look, Matthew right?" He paused, "I don't know what's going on in your head, I don't know what truly happened tonight but I can't let you freeze out here. I have to take you home"
Matthew didn't remove his hand from the door handle.
"Let's try this again," The detective said, "Where do you live?"
-Back at the apartment-
Lovino looked at the clock in worry, it was 7:13am and Matthew had yet to arrive. What if they tried to frame him? What if he lied and said it was his fault? While his brother and friend were smiling and enjoying the short reunion, he paced the room, restless.
"Fratello?" Feliciano's soft voice said, "What's wrong?"
Lovino blinked, "Nothing." He said quickly. A gentle knock at the door startled him
"Hello?"
Lovino let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "H-hi guys." Matthew said shyly as he unlocked the door and entered, the detective at his heels.
Lovino exhaled deeply and finished putting on the white tank top. He smiled at Matthew but narrowed his golden eyes when he saw look on the detective's face.
Alfred must have noticed as well for he frowned, "What are you looking at?" He asked, his hands on his hips, making him look silly, coupled with his feety pajamas. The detective raised a brow and motioned to the two beds and four people who lived in the apartment. Lovino rolled his eyes.
"The detective thinks we are all queer for each other." Lovino said casually as he sat on the bed. Alfred blinked twice before Lovino continued, "What he doesn't know, is how wrong he is."
"So... then why are there only two beds?"
"Oh I don't know, have you seen the fucking apartment!?" Lovino snapped, giving the dysfunctional drawer a sharp kick.
"Respect authority!" Ludwig immediately shouted from beside Antonio. Antonio felt a sheepish blush spread across his face, why hadn't he noticed that?
"It's ok Ludwig-"
"Why don't you go find whoever the hell did this and leave us here alone." Lovino added, "You may not see it, but we are just as affected as anyone. Just... find who did this..." he ended softly.
Antonio gave the teen a sad look, "You're not the only group affected. I have to question a family who lost their baby girl, they are going to ask me who did it... and I don't have the answer to that... Goodnight Vargas."
Lovino watched with his eyebrows furrowed as the detective and officer walked out of the apartment, evidence in hand, "I-I'm going to take a shower..." he said quietly.
-Authors notes-
im so sorry... so so so sorry.