Sex, Drugs, and Money Ch.14
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(A/N): Hello everyone. Thank you all for the reviews last chapter, it made me feel better about it (although I will try to fix some things for the next one (yes there will be another one.)).
I noticed that this PruCan fic is kind of lacking in Gilbert but this chapter contains (some) Gibert and some other characters :3
This chapter was really hard to write for some reason (I wasn't really motivated I guess) hopefully that doesn't happen again .
Well, thank you to everyone who reviewed and favorited and subscribed and all that good stuff :D now please enjoy chapter 14
Gilbert sat on the hotel bed that he was supposed to share with a certain blond. He had searched for Matthew all night and into the day but he couldn't find any clues as to where he was. Gilbert held his face in his hand and let out a sigh of exasperation. Where could he be? Who could've taken him? There was a knock on the door and it opened slowly.
"How the fuck did you guys get in here?" He asked, not looking at the three other males who had just entered his room.
"Key card," Roderich said, holding one up. "I made sure to get extras just in case."
"Well good for you. Now, unless you have something important to tell me, get the fuck out."
"Bruder."
"We do have something important to tell you, but if you are going to be so rude-" Roderich started.
"Fine, fine. I'm sorry. You guys can stay. Please make yourselves at home," Gilbert said, reluctantly and sarcasticly. Ludwig and Roderich took a seat in the arm chairs that were in front of the window to Gilbert's left and Berwald stood by the desk.
Roderich cleared his throat and looked at Gilbert, who was still looking straight in front of him. "We may know who took Matthew," he said. Gilbert immediately perked up at that and turned his head to Roderich. "But we need your help to determine who it actually is."
"Yeah, yeah, now tell me who it is!"
"Bruder," Ludwig started. "We don't know who it is. We a CLUE as to who some suspects could be but we don't know who actually took him." Gilbert's face fell.
"Whatever," he said, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. "Just tell me who they are."
"D'n't kn'w th't eith'r," Berwald chimed in.
"What the fuck? I thought you guys said you knew who took Mattie!" Gilbert yelled, jumping up from the bed.
"We said we may know who it is," Ludwig said, annoyed at his brother. Although, if it had been Feliciano instead of Matthew, he would feel the same way.
"Then tell me who you think it is!"
"Your friend," Roderich deadpanned.
"What the fu- that's not a good answer! In case you didn't notice, the awesome me has tons of friends Roddy!" Gilbert said, matter-of-factly.
"How many of them know of Matthew?" he asked, his voice and face serious.
Gilbert stepped back at Roderich's serious expression and that he was ACTUALLY suspecting one of his friends. "Wh-wha?"
"Bruder, barely anyone knows about you and Matthew," Ludwig said. "Because that is the case, only someone who knows about you two would be the most likely person to kidnap him. The question is, who IS the person?"
Gilbert looked at his brother, then at Roderich, then back at Ludwig. Were they really saying that one of his friends took Matthew? But why would they want to take him? What did Gilbert do to one of his friends that would make them want to take Matthew?
"Any idea who it may be?" Roderich asked, bringing Gilbert back to reality.
"I'm trying to think Roddy!" Gilbert yelled.
Roderich sighed, then looked over to Berwald. "Do you know how Alfred is doing?" he asked. "Considering how he reacted to the phone call, I don't think he is doing too well. Plus, Eliza said that he left the house early in the morning without notifying anyone."
"'ll 'sk T'no 'bout it," Berwald replied, taking out his phone. 'Maybe Tino saw him' he thought.
Roderich nodded and turned to Ludwig. "I guess all we can do is continue to look for clues." Ludwig nodded. "All we need is his location. We can find out who took him later, finding him is our first priority." Both blonds nodded and left the room. "As for you," Roderich said, turning to face Gilbert who looked like he was concentrating too hard.
"I'm gonna do my own looking around. Don't worry about me!" he said, getting up, grabbing a coat and heading out the door. Roderich sighed. If it was Elizaveta that was taken, surely he wouldn't act as Gilbert was. Would he? No- no he wouldn't.
Gilbert walked into the room and slammed the door behind him. He had walked around the hotel and casino 5 times and he still couldn't find out anything.
Ludwig had said that there were no records of people they knew (friend or foe) that were staying in their hotel or the hotels in the vicinity of the casino, and the possibility that they would stay far away from the casino was unlikely.
Roderich had done some investigating and told him there were few places that they could hide and he had checked out the most likely…then went back and checked them all because Gilbert had thrown a fit. The only warehouse he had seen was apparently a club 'because this kind of thing was cool right now' or something.
Berwald had scared the casino security (he didn't mean to scare them) into showing him surveillance videos, but he couldn't seem to identify the man who had taken Matthew no matter how many different angles he looked from. Roderich had then called him and asked him to help interrogate the people for anything suspicious going on. He had also called Tino and asked him to keep a look out for Alfred, just in case he needed anything.
Gilbert had watched some of the security tapes with Berwald and looked for all the people who were around them and asked if they had seen anything or could identify the guy. Eventually Berwald had to escort him out because he was scaring people and the owners would call the police if he didn't stop. He walked around the hotel and interrogated almost every single person there, asking if they had seen a guy that seemed suspicious or knew of any weird hideouts. He also asked about the local gangs, who could've been hired by someone to do the kidnapping.
He then proceeded to find all the gangs and beat the shit out of them…even though none of them knew anything about the kidnapping.
He threw himself on the bed and buried his face into the pillow. Where the fuck was Matthew? And who the fuck took him? Gilbert prayed that he didn't find out who it was, for THEIR sake. Whoever it was though, they were good.
Not even Ludwig could find out who it was, and he was a pro considering that Feliciano would frequently get kidnapped (poor kid). It wasn't fair though. Feliciano and Lovino never kidnapped anyone.
Antonio didn't really kidnap people. He didn't want Lovino mad at him. Although occasionally he would, making sure Lovino never found out.
Francis didn't kidnap people because kidnapping people 'contains no love mon cher' (whatever), even though he could probably get away with kidnapping someone, considering how he and the French government were pretty close.
Lars didn't like to kidnap people because whenever he did they would 'always freak out over all the legal weed and use it all'.
Kiku was too tight with Ludwig and Feliciano and wouldn't kidnap a friend of a friend, even though he found Alfred irritating.
Yong Soo was too obsessed with Alfred and would cling to him every chance he got. He wouldn't even think of kidnapping Matthew if it meant getting on the American's badside.
Yao? What reason would Yao have to kidnap Matthew? Unless there was money. It could've been Yao…maybe.
Ivan did- Ivan. Ivan could have kidnapped Matthew. That's it! Ivan kidnapped Matthew! Gilbert jolted up, ecstatic at his discovery. Then his face fell. Didn't Ivan tell Alfred about him? Didn't he have a soft spot for the loud American? Then why would he take the guys brother? Gilbert fell back onto the bed and let out a grunt. Ivan was still a suspect. It was a 50-50 chance that it was Ivan. At least, that was what he kept telling himself.
Gilbert looked out the window. It was night again and Matthew still wasn't found. He sat up again and brought his hand to his face, cursing himself for not being able to find the Canadian. Reaching for the remote, Gilbert leaned against the headboard, still cursing at himself. There was no way he was sleeping again, so why not watch mind-numbing TV?
Ivan looked out his window as Toris drove him around the city. "Um, Mr. Braginski, why exactly are we here?" he asked nervously.
"Hmm?" Ivan said, turning his head. "Because I heard this place has lots of baths," he said with a childish smile. "And it is winter, da? Warms baths are nice, and so is the scenery."
"Is that so?" Toris looked ahead nervously as Ivan continued to smile in his direction. Why did his boss have to be so weird?
"Ah."
"Wh-what is it?"
"Stop." Toris frantically applied the break and turned to look at the Russian.
"M-mr. Braginski?"
Ivan didn't say anything and exited the car. He walked towards a warehouse that seemed to draw his attention. Something about it wasn't right. Something about it REALLY wasn't right.
The door opened slightly and a man was tossed outside. Ivan kept walking forward and stopped in front of the man, noticing that he was slightly beat up and was crying and shaking. "Are you alright?" he asked.
The man looked up and his eyes widened more. "Please-please don't hurt me!" he cried, positioning himself in a fetal position, hands above his head like a shield. "I-I promise I'll pay back the money, just please!"
Ivan knelt down beside the man. "Oh, I don't care about you owing me money. I'm not even sure you do." The man looked up at the Russian. "Now, what happened?"
Toris looked on as his boss and a random man that had been thrown out of a suspicious warehouse sat in a restaurant.
"You will tell me what happened, da?" Ivan said, the childish smile on his face.
"I-I'm not sure," the man said. "One minute I was in the casino restroom and the next I was in this warehouse with my head throbbing."
"So you were kidnapped?" Toris asked concerned.
"I-I think so. But it wasn't just me! There was this other person. Looked kind of young with blond hair. I don't know why he was there though, he didn't look like he could hurt a fly."
"H-how horrible," Toris gasped. "A-are you alright? What did they do to you?"
"I-I just got thrown around a few times. B-but that kid…that kid was pretty much being tortured!" the man yelled.
"Do you know who this kid is?" Ivan asked, the smile not as visible.
"N-no, I never got his name. But I did see him at the casino with a silver haired man with red eyes."
"Mr. Beilschmidt?" Toris said incredulously. "What is he doing here?"
"Alfred," Ivan said, his face suddenly serious.
"Wh-what? You mean that kid that is being tortured is Mr. Jones?"
Ivan thought for a minute. "No…no, it's not Alfred. Alfred would gladly hurt a fly if it got in his food."
"So then-"
"It's Матфей."
"Wh-what?" Toris looked over at the man. "Do you know what the people who kidnapped you look like?"
"I-I don't know. The man who threw me around sounded chinese or something."
"Yao," Ivan said softly.
"There was another man though. I didn't see him, he was the one that was torturing, uh…"
"Matthew," Toris said.
"Yeah, Matthew."
"Well if Мatvei is there then we must save him, da?"
"B-but isn't Mr. Beilschmidt going to be looking for him as well?"
"Da. But we know where he is," Ivan said, the childish smile back on his face. "We will help him."
"M-mr. Braginski, is it really ok if we-"
"да, это прекрасно. We will do a nice thing for my good friend Alfred and rescue his brother."
Toris looked nervously at his boss. "Y-yes Mr. Braginski." There was no arguing with Ivan when he started speaking Russian.
"And you, make sure you pay back your debt." With that, he got up and motioned for Toris to follow him. Toris bid the man farewell and made his way toward Ivan.
"Uh, Mr. Braginski, where are we going?"
"To get supplies comrade," he said smiling brightly. "To get supplies."
Toris waited nervously in car, hands gripping the steering wheel as tightly as they could. Ivan had just exited the vehicle and made his way towards the warehouse with a few explosives. Explosives! What was he going to do? Toris wanted no part of it, as always, and remained in the car, trembling nervously.
Ivan walked up to the warehouse door, explosives hidden in his coat. A man was there guarding the entrance, eyeing Ivan as he approached. "Sorry, the club is only for members only. I don't think you are-"
"This 'club' does not convince me comrade," Ivan said, grabbing the man's collar and lifting him slightly off the floor. "Now, Позвольте мне через!" Ivan tossed the man to the floor, out of the way. "You might want to step back a bit," he said, the smile returning to his face. He took out the explosives, lit them and placed them in front of the door.
He walked back towards the car and watched as the explosives went off, blowing the door off. "M-mr. Braginski! I-I didn't think you would actually use it!" Toris shouted, freaking out.
"It was only alittle comrade, just to warn them that we are here." Toris looked on in shock and Ivan made his way into the warehouse.
Inside was dimly lit and the floor was made of stone and the walls were falling apart. He walked into a room and saw some blood on the floor. "Matvei," he said softly. He made his way out into a semi-large room and saw a young man lying on the floor, blond hair, hands and feet bound. Approaching the blond, he noticed he looked like a certain American. 'Matvei'. "You will come with me now, da?" he said, kneeling down and picking up the Canadian.
Ivan carried Matthew bridal style and walked slowly as to not worsen his condition. Toris looked out the window and saw his boss carrying a young blond. He frantically reached for the keys and turned on the engine, then went to open the back door. "Mr. Braginski, is he ok?"
"Toris, get me something to stop the bleeding," he said seriously, gently placing Matthew on his stomach and undoing the bindings. Toris scrambled for a handkerchief and gave it to Ivan, who placed it on Matthew's head. "Call Gilbert and ask him where he is staying."
"R-right away sir!"
Gilbert paced the parking lot angrily. Why the fuck was Ivan calling him? He didn't want to see that bastard, not when he was a suspect! Not only that, he said he would be at the hotel parking lot in a few minutes and it had already been half an hour. Roderich watched on in annoyance and Ludwig and Berwald waited patiently.
"Where the fuck is that bastard?" Gilbert shouted.
"Bruder, calm down," Ludwig said with a sigh. "He should be here soon."
"That's what you said 5 minutes ago West!" he whined.
"Nur Geduld."
"Nein!"
"Shut up!" Roderich yelled. "Someone's coming!"
Gilbert and Ludwig looked up from arguing and saw a car pulling up to them. Ivan stepped out with a somewhat serious look on his face. "Ivan you bastard! What the fuck do you want?" Gilbert yelled.
"Calm down comrade, it appears I have something that you are missing."
Gilbert's eyes widened and the other three looked on in shock as Ivan pulled an unconscious Matthew from the backseat of his car.
"M-Mattie?"
(A/N): Well there you guys have it :3 I hope you all enjoyed. Everyone thought that Vanya - er - Ivan was a bad guy but he's not. I love him so I just had to put him in the story :3 His role will be more prominent later on so look forward to that (maybe he is bad O.O)
There were alot of people mentioned this chapter and I don't think all of them will appear (but if you guys want one of them to appear then feel free to ask and I'll work something out) :3
Baden-Baden (Bathe-Bathe) is a city in Germany that has many baths and is very picturesque. It only made sense that Ivan would go there to escape a bath in the cold Russian winter
Feliciano and Lovino don't kidnap people: Members of the Italian mafia are not allowed to kidnap people. I don't know why, they just are.
Francis and the french government being close: The french government sometimes asked the Unione Corse (french mafia) for favors, like during WWII they Unione Corse carried out murders of prominent german sympathisers on behalf of the french resistance.
Lars (Netherlands) and people using up all his weed: Weed and other drugs are legal in the Netherlands and so dutch are used to having it but foreigners go crazy because it is actually legal and end up going overboard.
Yong Soo (hopefully you guys know is Korea) and Alfred: (I'm a fan of America/Korea so I decided to put that in there because I think it's adorable :3
Translations (there is alot this chapter *sweat drop*)
Bruder: as always, means brother in German
Mon Cher; French for my dear
Матфей: Russian for Matthew
да, это прекрасно: Russian for 'yes, it is fine'
Позвольте мне через: Russian for 'let me through'
Nur Geduld: German for 'just be patient'
Nein: German for no
(Again, I used a translator so if I get anything wrong, please tell me)
I apologize for the really long Author's Note but I felt like I needed to explain some things. And again, if you guys want me to put in some of the character's I mentioned please feel free to tell me :3
Thank you for reading and reviews are loved :3 like, as much as Alfred loves burgers :D