The red convertible zipped along highway 1-676 with the six hot, squished friends fidgeting in impatience and nervousness. Lovino was driving, Antonio was in the passengers seat, Prussia and Francis were shoved up against the back doors, and Arthur was sitting on Alfred's lap in the middle. The four in the back were engaged in a heated debate while the two in the front sat in silence. Antonio looked at his boyfriend and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this? You've never even met Matthew."
"Neither have you." Lovino pointed out. "Besides, I'm doing this for you. If it's important to you, it's important to me." He said this all with a scowl on his face.
"Aw, thank you Lovi!" Spain cooed and leaned over to hug him.
The car swerved as Lovino jumped and twitched the steering wheel. "Idiot! Don't hug me while I'm driving!" The four in the back, who were a little startled, simply shook themselves and continued with their conversation.
"So, are you ready to get your brother back?" Francis nudged Alfred.
"You know it, dude!" He whooped. Turning to Prussia, he said, "That was so badass, that message you left for psychomaster!"
Prussia grinned, feeling adrenaline rush through him. "Thanks, I'm pretty proud of that myself."
Lovino spun the wheel and the car turned onto the exit for New York City. Alfred cheered as Times Square came into view. "I'm back home bro!" The rest of them either rolled their eyes or chuckled.
France pulled out his phone and quickly entered the address of the house into google maps, giving directions to Lovino as they drove. It wasn't long before they arrived.
The house wasn't exactly as they imagined it. Alfred imagined it as some spooky, haunted old house on top of a hill in the outskirts of town. Prussia imagined it a vast, cold mansion, huge and forbidding. In reality it was neither of those. It was on the larger side, but it wasn't a house you could get lost in. It wasn't the best looking house on the street, but it was rather nice and it had a pleasant atmosphere.
One by one, they all got out of the car, Lovino the last. "All right let's do this you bastards." He said darkly, and strode purposely up to the house. The others followed him, each less certain than the last.
Upon climbing the stairs and stepping onto the porch, two things happened. One, Lovino grasped the golden knocker and knocked several times, very hard, and yelled, "Open up bastards!" Two, Prussia looked at the window and saw Matthew inside, sitting demurely on a couch with another man beside him. This discovery made him slightly shocked, naturally, and he stumbled forward, knocking into Alfred, who knocked into Arthur, who knocked into Spain and Francis, who knocked into Lovino, who fell onto the place where the door would have been had it not been opened that very second by Ivan.
"Fuck!" Lovino shrieked as he saw he was about to fall onto who could very possibly be Matthew's kidnapper, who certainly looked very surprised to see six men at his door, all tripping over each other.
Ivan moved out of the way just in time, so all six of them face planted on Ivan's welcome mat while Toris, Matthew, Eduard, and another woman looked on from inside.
There was a great deal of swearing, and not just from Lovino. Prussia was the first to jump up, since he was on top of the pile. "Alright give us Matthew you little bitch!" He yelled.
"Prussia?" Matthew gasped. He stood up, bewildered, but Toris laid a hand on his arm and he didn't move any further.
Alfred was the next to jump up, about to say something as well, but one glance at Ivan's face and he turned pale. "Holy shit, Ivan?" He asked.
Ivan's confused eyes came to rest on Alfred's face, and he gasped. "Alfred? You-you're alive?"
"You two know each other?" Francis asked, getting up off the ground followed by Arthur, Antonio, and Lovino. Alfred nodded quickly.
"Uh, come in, da?" Ivan offered, and the six entered the house warily.
The house opened up to a living room area, with a couch, a couple armchairs, and a television. Ivan gestured for them to sit and they did. One quick nod at Toris made him leave, but Matthew remained. Prussia took the seat next to Matthew and clutched onto his arm, whispering, "We're going to get you out of here."
"Alfred. How are you still alive?" Ivan addressed him seriously.
"Well, bro, I kinda faked my death." He replied. "A question for a question, why did you kidnap my brother?"
Ivan took a deep breath and shook his head. "That was my sister."
"Natalya. That makes sense." Alfred pursed his lips, thinking. The others looked between Alfred and Ivan, wondering what their history together was.
"I- uh..." Alfred trailed off, looking extremely uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, okay? I just- I never meant to hurt you." He said, and sighed. Arthur nodded sympathetically.
Ivan smiled. "It's quite alright. I am just glad you are not dead and we can be friends."
"So... Matthew's free to go?" Prussia asked, still not believing everything that was happening.
Ivan nodded. "I apologize for any trouble Natalya might have caused you. She is mentally disturbed, and I am planning on taking her to a doctor soon. It's not much, but I can re-imburse you for your trouble."
They all nodded and sighed in relief, happy everything was fine and they could take Matthew home and no-one had gotten hurt.
"Not so damn fast." They heard. Natalya was standing on the stairs, fire in her eyes and a gun in her hands.