mayim: Mm, yep, High School is quite the bitch. Thank you! I will get to it soon!

Hm, blah blah blah what to say.. This happens every time! I have something I want to say, but when I finally get to adding the AN, I forget! ERGHBLERGLE WHATEVER.

ENJOY, MOTERFIRETRUCKERS. *boop*

Alfred awoke in a heavy pain. He flinched, but that only resulted in a shooting pain from his nose to his brain. He cracked his eyes open slowly and blinked in surprise, examining the sterile surrounding walls. Alfred hissed in agony as he craned his neck, looking around for any sign of people. Outside, nurses flitted by, but he couldn't figure out how to get to them seeing as his voice wasn't really working.

"Hnn.." he croaked softly, reaching his arm out carefully and wiggling his fingers. He noticed that his other arm was in a cast, along with both his legs and what felt like his pelvis. What happened?..

Alfred remembered a truck, and glass shattering, but then his memory dissolved into darkness. Had he wrecked? Alfred wiggled his fingers faster as a rather large nurse passed by his window, but he failed to catch her attention. He sighed and returned his arm to his side gently. Then something else struck him.

Soft, hurt sniffling by his ear. He couldn't see anything, but he could hear clearly. The sniffles slowly evolved into loud choking sobs, and he recognized Arthur's voice shout something. There was a firm grip on his hand, and it grew tighter as the Brit's words grew louder. Then his hand was dropped, and all Alfred heard was a chair being pushed back and feet slapping against the floor as he ran away.

"Shh..Ar..thur.." he whispered, his eyes slowly fluttering shut again. Then the pain closed around him again, forcing a sigh out of him before he slipped into unconsciousness.

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Arthur sighed impatiently and tapped his finger of the dashboard. He glanced at Antonio for the hundredth time that minute, earning a soft chortle from the Spaniard.

"Relax," he hummed gently. Arthur only groaned in reply. They had been sitting in an empty parking lot for half the day it seemed, and Arthur was irritable. He hadn't eaten, he was terribly tired, and he still had no idea what he was doing.

Antonio's phone buzzed, and he instantly shot his arm out and snatched the device up. Antonio pressed it to his ear and a concerned frown set into his features. On the other end, Arthur could hear an angry voice shouting something.

"What? But, Roma, we don't have enough-" Antonio snapped his jaw shut again. He looked like he was trying to suppress a grin, which he did, but his eyes still glinted manically as Roma snapped something to him. Toni turned slightly to Arthur and pointed to the glove box. Arthur swallowed; no, he was not opening that.

"I know, I'll teach him. They won't be here for another twenty minutes, calm down, Lovi.." This time, you could clearly hear the response.

"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN, IDIOTA! A-AND MY NAME IS ROMANO, BASTARD!" Antonio held back a sharp laugh, instead letting out a low hiss of air as the corners of his lips twitched upwards. He nodded and pulled the phone away just a little.

"Bye, Lovi~," he sang into the phone before quickly ending the call. There was a few seconds where the car was silent, but it was shattered by a barking laugh.

"Lovi is so cute when he's mad!" said Antonio, in hysterics. He held his stomach and tried to calm himself down, at the same time waving his hand at the still unopened glove box. Arthur shakily reached out and touched the latch, but he couldn't get his fingers to pull. He didn't trust what was inside there.

"What is he mad about?.." Arthur glided his tongue across his lips nervously, slowly sinking deep into his seat. Toni regained himself and huffed.

"It's a little complicated, but.. Hmm.." he scratched his chin favorably before he continued, "the people we have to meet made Lovi mad, so Lovi wants us to take everything they've got. But, we don't have enough money."

"So, how are we going to get whatever they have if we can't afford it?" Antonio smiled and shooed Arthur hand away from the latch. He opened it quickly and pulled out a shiny object, shoving it into Arthur's hands. He gasped, nearly dropping the metal object.

In his hands was a slim pistol with a silencer on the end of the barrel. He turned it over in his fingers, a sickly wicked feeling rising in his gut. He grinned despite himself and rubbed the trigger gently with his forefinger. Antonio smiled quickly before his head snapped up, and his eyes locked onto a car pulling up.

"Arthur, listen to me. Don't say a word. Don't show your gun. Let me do everything, and only shoot when I do. Understand?" Arthur made note of how Antonio seemed to be struggling with himself. His pupils kept dilating and contracting, and he twitched slightly as he talked. Arthur nodded and gripped his gun tighter.

Toni made a move to climb out the door before he whispered 'and stay behind me'. Arthur crawled out slowly, waiting for Antonio to strut in front of the car before falling in step behind him. Antonio cackled gleefully and clapped his hands together. From the opposite car, two burly men stepped out, their faces stiff and hard as rocks.

"Romano sent you? Is this a joke?" said the fatter of the two, pointing an accusing finger towards Arthur. Instantly, he perked up and growled. He was just about to let his spiteful tongue whip the large man, but was cut short by a quick glare from his Spanish companion.

"He isn't why we are here, Sunshine!" cooed Antonio, raising himself up on his heels as he talked. He smiled deviously and held out his palm. The second man snarled and reached into the large coat that hung over shoulders, pulling out a neatly wrapped package. Antonio clicked his tongue and slyly nudged Arthur.

"Ah-ah! Roma wants more than that, boys.." The fat man grunted and folded his arms.

"Pay us for this, and maybe we'll consider giving you more," he said, the words rolling off his lips thickly. A smug smile danced across his face, like he had just won an argument. The Spanish man clicked his tongue again and reached behind his back.

Before anyone really knew what was happening, Antonio whipped out a knife and flung it viciously at the second man's head. It hit with a sickening thunk, and for a moment he simply stood there with a blade firmly lodged into his skull. Then, his head lolled and he slumped forward, hitting the ground hard. Antonio laughed and moved like lightning, jabbing his shoulder into the fat man's gut and barreling him over before he could even reach for his gun. The quick movement forced a loud puff of air from the man's lungs, his eyes bulging slightly.

"What Romano wants, he gets!" barked Antonio with a sudden cruel twist into his voice. He pinned the fat man's arms down with his knees and sat down heavily on his chest. He squirmed underneath him, desperately trying to throw the surprisingly strong man off him, but to no avail. "Now where is the rest, piggy dearest?"

"A-Ah, in the t-trunk!" whimpered the man pathetically. He cursed inwardly and attempted to roll over again. All the while Arthur stood, wonder struck, his fingers twined tightly around the butt of his new gun. He watched in slight awe as Antonio dug his knees down harder on the man's elbows, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from him.

"Show me!" he screamed into his face. He stood quickly and hauled him up by his collar, roughly shaking him a few times before he could properly get his footing. Antonio shoved the man to the trunk and punched him square in the spine. "And no stalling!" The man whimpered again, his lips quivering lightly as his second chin jiggled a bit.

Arthur hurriedly came to Antonio's side. The Spaniard smiled warmly at him and glanced suggestively at the pistol. Arthur swallowed. The man unlocked the trunk and pushed it up, doing a very quick scan to make sure it was all there. The whole time Antonio had his eyes locked with Arthur's. Arthur raised the gun slightly, holding it just behind the fat man's head and waiting for Antonio to signal him.

"O-Okay, it's all here," breathed the man shakily. Antonio smiled happily and released his hold on the mans neck.

"Good. Oh, and, Roma sends his regards." The fat man scrunched his face in confusion and turned around. His eyes widened as he came face to face with the barrel of a gun. He couldn't even get out a cry before Arthur's finger pulled back.

The air rang with a echoing bang as a bullet ripped through an inch of air and straight into flesh. The impact caused the fat man to fly backwards, smacking him into the halfway open trunk lid. He bounced off it slightly and began to fall forward, blood already pooling out the neat hole in the center of his forehead. Arthur yelped and jumped backwards as the man fell in a heap at his feet. Red stained his clothes and his face, as well as the car. Antonio beamed and clapped his hand down on Arthur's shoulder.

"Satisfying, isn't it?" He leaned forward and began to pile brown packages into his arms. Arthur trembled slightly and slowly pushed the gun back into the back of his jeans. His eyes were locked wide open, as was his mouth, but he still began to stack his arms high as well.

"A-Antonio,..w-what about the b-b-bodies?.." he squeaked out as they began to walk back to their truck. Antonio tossed the packages into the back, took Arthur's and covered it carefully with a tinted cab-thingy that authoress can't remember the name of. He brushed off his hands and smiled softly again.

"We have a team that will come out and clean it, don't worry." Antonio paused to gather the traumatized Brit into a hug. "You did good, Ingleterra.. Come, let's go back home!"

"It's about fucking time.." muttered Arthur hastily before slithering out of the hug and into the truck.

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