Arthur followed Ayaan into his apartment in the Upper East Side. The building in general was beautiful and new, which, for New York, is saying something. The apartment was cozy. It had a small living area and breakfast nook. There had to be no more than two bed rooms in the entire thing. There was a faint smell of in sense and spices.

"Wow... It's nice..." Arthur murmured and Ayaan laughed. He took off his coat and hung it up, offering a hand for Arthur to do the same. The Brit shed his long jacket, handing it to the Indian.

"So would you like some coffee?"

"Do you have tea?" Ayaan Nodded and got to work on the hot beverages. Arthur strolled around awkwardly. He didn't want to become too comfortable yet. Ayaan only smiled. "Please, sit. I would hate to be an awful host." Begrudgingly, Arthur took a seat in the breakfast nook. This way he was right across from the small kitchen.

"So..." Ayaan started, setting the kettle on to boil. "What were you doing all alone in central park? That hardly seems like the place for someone like you." Arthur shot a look that seemed to say 'what the fuck is that supposed to mean.' "U-Uh, I mean, you don't look like the type who would wander the park at this time of night."

Arthur laughs at his attempt to not offend. "I had a date... And it didn't really end how I would have liked it to..." Arthur trailed off. He didn't want anything serious at the moment only for the fact he wasn't ready for it. "It got very uncomfortable very quickly... He has a habit of pushing me into things and I really didn't want to deal with it..."

Ayaan frowned, obviously deciding whether or not to pry. Soon he chose the latter. "So you said you imported things for a living? What sort of things do you import?"

Arthur thought, what could he say? "Yes, I'm part of the Mafia! I import drugs, illegal merchandise, and things the government has no idea about!" Sadly, this didn't seem like the time to dump everything about his life of someone he just met. "I import tea and spices," He started, which wasn't a lie. They did get teas and some sort of spices every once and awhile. "A few other things are thrown in there but I'm sure you don't want to know our entire stock." He laughs in an attempt to lighten the mood a bit.

Ayaan seemed to have bought it and laughed as well. "No, I don't. So what company is this for?"

"Oh, it's a family business. We're kind of the middle man."

The kettle screeched, calling Ayaan's attention away from Arthur. The Brit took this moment to look over him in the full light. His skin was lighter than he thought it was in the dark. He seemed a burnt sugar color that matched perfectly with the crystallized amber of his eyes. His hair was not black but dark down. Well... hes not and unattractive man... Arthur thought and blushed. It was in that moment that Arthur decided not to tell Ayaan that he was head of the mob. He will never know.


Romano stares up at the ceiling above Antonio's bed. They had 'mission accomplished' sex as the boss would call it. It wasn't bad. Just an excuse to have sex. Romano didn't object to either.

Though his inner catholic school boy was screaming at him. Reprimanding him for becoming a criminal's play thing. He felt guilty that he let himself be dragged so low. He used to be so pure and clean. Now he's a deflowered accessory to kidnapping.

Romano actually felt terrible about the man they took. All he was doing was taking care of Gilbert. There could be no witness to them talking Gilbert back. The poor thing had the option to go with them or die. He seemed better use alive than dead so Romano had him spared. Now they have an ace up their own sleeve. Which doesn't mean the Italian was guilt free. He was still the cause of a man being trapped like a rat with people who only want to use him.

Unable to fall back asleep with his thoughts, Romano threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood, dressing quickly. I want to see this guy. He thought to himself. I want to apologize.

He made sure he didn't wake Antonio then left the boss's room and headed to the basement. The hostage was being held in the basement of Antonio's personal home. The basement is finished with a bathroom, bedroom and small kitchen area. So it isn't as barbaric as how they treated Gilbert. Also, Arthur and his men would never think to look for him there.

The door was hidden inside a closet that was meant to be another small room but was stuffed with shelving units and towels to throw off the fact that there was a door crammed into the wall to the right. Unlocking it, Romano made his way down the thin staircase. The noisy staircase muffled voices from the main area of the apartment space.

Gilbert and Matthew had a dear in the headlights look as they were caught conversing. Romano wondered but not too deeply. Who was he to judge an obvious case of Stockholm syndrome? Though, this does seem a bit more serious than just a mental disorder.

"I-I was just leaving." Gilbert mumbles before walking past Romano with his head down. The Italian wanted to say something, anything. "I won't tell him..." He finally muttered right before Gilbert was up the stairs. There was a small "thank you" in response.

Feeling a bit proud of himself, Romano looks towards the waiting Canadian. He but his lip, now nervous in the eyes of the captive. "Look, I'm really sorry about this... Honestly! I thought you were some big and scary thug that Arthur had down there to beat Gilbert!"

Matthew looks at him, trying to hold in a laugh until one breaks free. He bent over a bit. Romano flushed with embarrassment. "What?! Why are you laughing?!"

The Canadian looked up and beamed brightly at him. "I think it's funny that you're apologizing for something I'm so grateful for," Romano blinked, thoroughly confused. "Back at home I wasn't that appreciated or noticed really. Then when Gil came, I felt important. He thanked me the first few times I brought him food. He was thankful I healed his injuries. A-And he... noticed me. T-Then we... Sealed the deal, I guess. We've been inseparable ever since and I don't know what I would've done if you took him back and didn't take me," Matthew's face fell. "I guess I wouldn't be standing here right now... I wouldn't be able to go after him... If I did I would be seen as a traitor. It would be good old fashion Romeo and Juliet wouldn't it? You know, where they both end up dead."


Alfred started to sweat in the suit he just changed into. He was nervous. The world around him was crumbling and the only thing keeping his sanity in place is the fact that people are listening to him and being organized other than running everywhere in panic.

Though people still came running to him for answers that he could provide. It was rather irritating. They didn't think that Alfred had just lost the two people closest to him... The people he loved... The people he loved. The rest of the human population bothered him to no end. All he wanted was his two favorite people. But they had no leads on either of them.

Suddenly, Alfred's buzzed, shifting around on Arthur's desk. The blonde leaped for it and answered before checking who it was. "Hello?"

"He quite alright. Everyone under me knows not hurt one of your men."

A memory of a meeting Arthur had months ago popped into Alfred's mind. "Who is this?"

"I will strike a deal with you. I will give you your precious Matthew back if you give me half your docks and half your earnings from all your shipments. A fair proposal, yes?"

Sarcasm, that Alfred didn't appreciate, laced Arthur's stolen words. So this bastard has my brother. And he's using Arthur against me... "Listen, Carriedo, you have-"

"I think don't you understand me Jones," a slight snickers came from the background. Alfred was shocked. Did they think this was a joke? Holding someone's life was humorous to them? Even Arthur didn't think it was funny that they had Gilbert's life on the line. "Matthew means nothing to me. Truly, I didn't need to call. I could have just killed the pathetic worm. I called to get something from you and I'm not hanging up without some type of payment or I will kill the miserable thing."

"Antonio I'm not playing games with you! I want my-"

"You broke a simple request, I will keep him. I will keep Matthew alive. I'll be hanging up now. Don't you dare try to trace this call. Matthew's life is on the line."

The line went dead. Alfred growled at the device and threw it at the wall. It shattered, falling to the floor in an unimportant mess. "KIKU!" Alfred screamed. The Asian scurried into the room, his head down, trying not to look at the blonde's enraged eyes. "H-Hai, Jones-san, w-"

"Shut up! I'm going to go out. Hold down the fort." He hissed, taking his jacket off the back of the chair and pushes past Kiku. No matter if he followed, Alfred was going to search for one of them. At least he has some clue as to where is brother is. His lover one the other hand, is still lost, confused, and unstable.

I don't have time to deal with someone who probably doesn't want anything to do with me. Alfred thought before leaving the estate with a gun in his pocket and determination in his eyes.


Heracles stood for his friend, staring at his that small wooden box that can't possibly hold the human being that he was most close to. He was extremely close to Aeneas. They were friends since the 4th grade. The both grew up with dreams of being detectives. They grew up believing they'd get there together. Now Heracles was alone in this world with no other allies. How was he supposed to face this world that has always been so cruel?

"We lost many good soldiers that night," The priest bragged. "But this was one of the finest," a way to make his family believe they were special. "He was fearless in the eyes of battle. He was the prime example in which all should strive to be. If not for him... The culprit would have gotten away." A way to assure them, their god took him for a reason.

The Greek believed that was true all his life. But now, there is nothing left for him. If there was a god, why would he take someone so young and good? Why would there even be a seen for officers if god was truly looking over them and protecting them?

Heracles kissed the cross he wore around his neck as a final goodbye to his god. When people put roses on the casket, he placed the blessed necklace. Tears streamed down his eyes as he watched the box sink into the earth with the cross still tucked away on the top. His religion will be buried along with his friend.

As the workers from the funeral house started their work of closing the grave, it started to rain. Heracles plucked a rose off an arrangement. "How appropriate." He mumbled to himself.

The Greek was going to talk to the family, his family, but the chief had other plans. The highly respected boss stopped him, holding a younger man by the shoulder. "Hera, I know this is difficult... But this is Aeneas's cousin," Heracles nodded and tried to push past to get to Aeneas's mother but he was stopped again. "Karpusi this is your new partner." The chief hissed sternly.

Heracles blinked. "What the hell do you mean he's my new partner?!" The chief opened his mouth to speak but was quickly shut up. "You're giving me a rookie as a partner?! And only three days after my other one dies?! What the hell is wrong with you?! Can't I get over the loss if my best friend first?!"

The chief's jaw clenched. "Listen before you insult your boss will you? He's just as hurt as you are over the loss of his cousin! I thought you two would be good together. Maybe you should show him the ropes before you scream in his face. You don't even know the boy's name." The chief hissed. He was obviously as happy as Heracles at this point but was trying not to show it.

"Fine, what the hell is it?" Heracles snapped coldly, not in any mood to deal with things like this.

"Adskhan Annan."


Okaaaya so this is the new chapter! There is a lot of foreshadowing that I didn't even know was in there! Holy BaJesus! Or is there~? Hey hey hey hey anyone who can guess what I'm doing with Adskhan gets a cookie. HES THE TURKISH REPUBLIC OF NORTHERN CYPRUS BY THE WAY! Look him up hes supper adorable! Also, The one who died? Yeah hes Cyprus... OOPS. And I normally Ship TRNC with Cyprus BUT since I already killed Cyprus off I made them cousins which isn't really far off sooooo YEAH. Also, I did mention Him dying in like the first blip Hera showed up so I'm not crazy!

I THINK PRUCAN+ROMANO ARE THE BESTEST FRIENDS EVER. Just wanted to put that out there.

Uk and India? Kinda like the ship, not going to lie. But UsUk is my OTP and I would never hurt it. Well thats not true (re, the other few chapters) but I'd never not put them in...so... keep that in mind.

Lovi it's not good to keep secrets from the boss~! (I never realized how perfect that was!)

Hehehe Alfred is pissed...

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