"Francis, Ludwig, Eliza, can you hear me?" Romano said into his headset. They were on Arthur's docks, ready to save Gilbert. Romano and they rest on the other hand were in a small station set up for this mission only. Romano considered it his command center. When he received confirmation from all of them he continued. "I froze the camera so they can't see you but I can. Keep going until you reached the second warehouse with the rose on it. That's the one with the secret compartments. Stay hidden until I tell you to go." Romano turned to Roderich. "Freeze these like you did the other ones."

The Austrian punched a few codes on the keyboard then nodded at Romano. "Okay go in but be careful. There should be crates everywhere. These aren't full. It'll be easier to move them but it's not a blessing in disguise. They're the trap when all the rest fail. If you knock them over they'll alert the guards. So be careful. Or you can kiss Gilbert goodbye." Romano saw all of them cringe at those words. "Now, there are a stack of crates right in the middle of the room. They're covering the entrance."

They moved through the room with care, making sure not to hit the dreaded boxes. They grew closer and closer to the pile of fake storage. "Stop!" The Italian warned. They halted. "They're in front of you. Now it'll take two of you to move them all. Just push the ones at the bottom." Francis and Ludwig crouched and slowly slid the obstacle. "Stop. There should be a trap door with a dug in handle. Open it and climb in on my say so." Ludwig's hand grasped the handle, prepared to yank when Roderich yelled.

"Sir there's an alarm on the door! I'm going to need time to disable it!" Romano's eyes widen. "WAIT! LUDWIG DON'T!" He screamed into the microphone. "THE ALARM WILL GO OFF!" The German's hand cramped around the handle. They could hear nothing but Roderich punching the keys on the board. Romano gripped the mic on his head set. "Don't you have it yet?! The longer they stay the better the chance of them being compromised! "

"It's not that easy," Roderich bit back, eyes never leaving the screen. "This is where they keep everything! The code isn't going to be so simple!"

"Roderich If you don't open that door in 10 seconds I'm pulling them from this mission!" The counts seemed like forever. The longest 10 seconds dragged on. As soon as the clock was up Roderich sighed. "I got it. Send them in."

Romano sighed as well. "You're good Ludwig." The rescue team all looked relieved. "There should be a latter. Go down carefully." They obeyed and made their way down. Foot by foot they climbed down into the darkened hall way. This is when Romano had to make serious decision.

There were two more trap doors on this level. Below that we're four more rooms, two under each. The rooms were on two different sides of the hall. Whichever they chose will be the turning point of the mission. Romano calculated and deduced. "Go to the trap door to your left." The team followed command. "When you get down go to the right."

Matthew giggled. "You look so cute!" The Canadian fiddled with Gilbert's newly braided hair, giggling harder when he saw his sporadic dispersal of braids.

Gilbert plusher and pouted. "I'm not cute!" He shakes his head, dissolving any trace of the style. The albino turns around, smiles then kisses Mathew softly. "If anyone is cute here it's you." He looked into those endless pools of violate as he brushed a strand of stray hair out of his eyes. "Dare I say, you're even beautiful...?"

"There should be stairs. Go down them."

Matthew blushes darkly. "Gil... I'm really glad that you were kidnapped." He whispers shyly.

"Sir the light is on in this one. I think he might be down here."

Gilbert smiled at him softly. "Me too Matt, me too."

"Go down quietly. We don't want to scare him too much."

Matthew's nose crinkled in a funny thought. "If not I might have met you in a dark ally, dead." Gilbert laughed as well. It was only funny because it was too true.

"We hear voices. There's someone down there with him."

"I don't think I would have found someone else besides you." Gilbert said softly, taking his hand.

"Take him with you."

Matthew smiled and kissed him gently.

"Yes sir."

Gilbert pulled away and as his eyes open they grew extremely wide. "Bruder?!"

Meanwhile...

Arthur's heart dropped and his face turned blood red. His thoughts raced after than he could process them. Confused and distraught, he pushed Alfred away. Ice skating stills from the past kicked in so he was able to glide away. His was panicking. The word love was never said to him, let alone in his vocabulary.

"ARTHUR!" Alfred cried. "ARTHUR COME BACK!" Arthur quickly undid his skates, grabbed his own shoes and disappeared into the crowd.

Jumping into cab, Arthur was asked where he wanted to go. "Central park, please." The taxi sped off. Alfred having no trace of Arthur.

Arms laced around Arthur's legs as he brought them to his chest. Quietly he began to sob in the park. "I've always loved and I've only been used..." He whispered to anyone who would listen. "It scares me... Love... I thought Dad loved Mum... And that love was a frightening thing... I never wanted to love because of that... And now I don't even trust Alfred." His tears continued to pour. He looked up to the sky. "Please god. Forgive for this." He prayed for the first time in a long time, calling out to a god he doesn't believe in.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out and saw the smiling face of Alfred as his contact picture. Arthur couldn't help but laugh through his sobs. But he chose not to answer it. He didn't think he needed to. Only when it buzzed for the last time did he look at his phone again. There was a voice message. Arthur felt obligated to listen to it.

"Arthur... I don't know where you went or how quickly you ran... But I need you to come home. We need to talk about this. But not now. Right now I just want to make sure you're okay. Call me back. Please? If not I'm going to have to come find you... I love- maybe I should say that, haha that is what made you leave."

And he hung up. Leaving Arthur to his thoughts and his phone to ring forever more. "Alfred I can't... I just can't... Loving you is just too hard..."

Alfred punched the good of a nearby car. He ran after the wrong cab. "Goddamnit! Where the hell could he be?" Out of ideas, Alfred called him again. It went right to voice mail. The bastard turned his phone off, Alfred thought. "Shit..." He mumbled in defeat.

Without further thought Alfred bolted home. He needed to tell someone what happened. Though it wasn't going to be any body guard or security. It was going to be some who he trusted. Matthew was the only person he could go to.

Panting, Alfred arrived at the manor. He found the nearest person. "Do you know where Matt is? I gotta talk to him." The servant shrugged. "Last time I saw him, he was check on the prisoner." Alfred nodded and started that way. Maybe I'll get to hit him again! He thought happily.

Alfred jumped down onto the last level and opened the door. "Maaaattie! I need to talk to you." He called down. There was no answer. "Come on Matt; don't make me go down there!" Silence. "Goddamnit, Matthew!" He grumbled, run down the steps.

When he turned into the room, his eyes widen. "M-Matt?" He whispered. There was an absence of people in the room. No prisoner. No Matthew. "MATTHEW!"

Arthur sniffled and whipped his eyes. Checking his watch he had been on a park bench crying for a full hour. "All right you pathetic git, get yourself up," he mumbled to himself. He hopped up and drew his coat tightly around himself.

He started walking. As he did, he felt something there. A pair of eyes watching him. Suddenly, a hand grabbed his arm. Green eyes fell on viscous black ones. Lust burned in them. "Hey there cutie. You look cold; wanna come back to my place to get warm?" A crude smile cracked and revealed rotten, dirty teeth.

"Get off of me, scum!" Arthur hissed. He struggled and felt for his gun when it hit him. You didn't bring your gun. You thought Alfred was going to be with you.

"Oh I got me a Brit! How exotic."

Arthur whimpered softly. Shit. Wandering hands found their way to his belt and started their work. Arthur gasped. "Get off!" He exclaimed. "HELP! Someone! Please!"

"No one's gunna hear you~."

Fuck fuck fuck, He whimpered. Arthur's eyes shut tightly. If this was going to happen, he didn't want to see it. When he finally came to peace with it, the hands disappeared.

His eyes opened slowly to find a man standing over his unconscious attacker. "Are you okay?" The man asked in a thick Indian accent. Worry came over the gorgeous amber-hazel eyes of the stranger.

"F-Fine... I'm fine..." Arthur whispered. The ravenette didn't believe him. The man took his head into both hands and observed. "You're in shock... But you don't seem to be hurt..."

"Um, y-yeah... W-Who are you?" Arthur asked softy, blushing at the contact only Alfred has ever given him.

The man laughed and smiled, dropping his hand. "Oh! Right! I'm Ayaan, Ayaan Yadav." He stuck his hand out. Arthur took it and shook it.

"Arthur Kirkland." He smiled. "You're from India? Central if I'm correct."

Ayaan was happily shocked, taken aback. "Yes actually. How did you know?"

Arthur shrugged and smiled. "I do a lot of... Importing. You have to know where you're importing from, right?"

The Indian laughed again. "Yeah I guess you're right." They smiled at each other in a comfortable silence. "So, um, Arthur... I feel bad just leaving you to go home so... Would you like to come to my apartment? J-Jut to give you a warm, safe bed?" He blushes. "I-I have a guest room I swear!"

Arthur giggles softly. "Yeah, I'll go. Thank you Mr. Ayaan Yadav."

"You're welcome Arthur Kirkland."

HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED I CAN'T EVEN. MATTIE!? ARTHUR!? FUCK FUCK SHIT FUCK. *cough* I'm sorry I just...meh. I wanted to get this updated before the 1st. Hour to spare. Anywho, I'M BACK! I was slightly depressed for a few months and a lot had to do with my writing other wise I would have been writing so... I'm back! A LOT has happened in this... I hope you like it all^^ and It's a christmas/new years gift:D I hope you guys like it. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE leave a review. The more the reviews the faster I'll update... Thats not because I'm one of THOSE bitches I just really need it. Ya know? SO I love love you guys so much and thank you for putting up with this and i'm forever in debt to you guys. You are the reason why I'm still kicking right now. If it weren't for fandoms and my fans and the few FEW close friends I have, I probably wouldn't be here right now.

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