Sex, Drugs, and Money Ch.21
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Matthew awoke once again in his boyfriend's bed. Rays of light from outside shone through a crack in the curtains and the quiet of the late morning was absolutely delightful.
"WAAH!" someone cried. Maybe the morning wasn't so quiet after all…
Jumping out of bed, Matthew burst through the door and into the hallway in nothing but his boxers. Running down the hall looking for the source of the crying, a worried look made it's way onto his face. 'That sounded like Feliciano!' Almost falling down the stairs and tripping over nothing, the blond finally found the brown haired Italian crying his eyes out and talking on the phone. Ludwig was standing next to him, sighing but still trying to calm him down, and everyone else was watching on in horror.
"What's going on?" Matthew asked, concerned and worried.
"It's Lovino," Gilbert said simply.
"What? Did something happen to Lovino?" Now he was really worried.
"That's what we're trying to find out," Roderich said.
"He's been crying 'calmare' for the past ten minutes!" Gilbert yelled annoyed. Matthew stared with a blank look on his face. He new French (somewhat) but not Italian.
"It means calm down," Ludwig said, his attention never leaving the wailing brunette. "Feliciano," he said calmly. "Please tell us what's wrong with Lovino."
A few more sobs escaped from Feliciano's mouth before he sniffed and began to speak. "It's Antonio." Everyone's eyes widened in horror, especially Gilbert's, Ludwig's, Roderich's and Berwald's. Why were they more shocked then everyone else? "H-he – he left!"
"What?" Everyone said in unison.
Feliciano nodded his head, tears still streaming down his face. "He and Lovino had a fight and he just left! Lovino said he didn't take anything! He just left, then and there!" Screaming could be heard from the other end of the phone and Feliciano pulled the receiver away from his ear. "L-Lovi, calm down," he pleaded over the phone.
Everyone stared in wonder. Lovino and Antonio had fought before (more than was normal), but Antonio was never the one to leave. Lovino, sure, but Antonio...never! Exactly what had that fight been about? Gilbert and Francis herded the rest of them into the dining room while Ludwig stayed behind with Feliciano as he spoke to his hysterical brother.
"Francis and I will try to contact Antonio and see what's up. The rest of you just do whatever it is you normally do, got it? Don't bug Feli about it, he'll just start bawling again and then West will get mad at ME. Get it, got it, good," Gilbert said. "Roddy, Berwald, you guys come with me. Francis, you try and contact Toni." The three nodded and they left as they were told. Roderich and Berwald with Gilbert, and Francis walked off into the kitchen.
Gilbert slammed the door shut and just stood there, hand on the knob. "I think Toni found out about Lovino," he said, voicing everyone's thoughts.
Everyone sat at the table, concerned, confused, and anxious. What had just happened? Did Antonio really leave Lovino? And if so, why? That was the question on everyone's mind. Why?
Alfred was the first to speak. "Look, I don't know what's going on but I think it's best if we leave it alone. Lovino and Antonio always fight, it was bound to happen. Now if you all don't mind, the awesome Alfred F. Jones is gonna go get a drink," He said, getting up from the table and walking out.
"I will go with you, da?" Ivan said from his seat.
"No," Alfred said. "I need to think about how I'm gonna save Antonio and Lovino. I AM the hero after all."
"You just want to be alone with Arthur," Matthew said softly.
"Don't tell him that," Alfred whispered in his brother's ear. "You're not coming with me Ivan, got it?" With that said, the American left the dining room and the house, beginning the long trek to the Oase.
The streets were lined with puddles from the incredible downpour of the night before. It took everything Alfred had to not jump into the ones that looked especially deep. He needed to be nice and clean for Arthur so that he wouldn't get scolded by said Brit. It had been a while since he saw the sandy haired, bushy browed bartender, and seeing his brother and Gilbert be all lovey-dovey with each other made him wish for the same thing: to bug Arthur by acting needy. A small laugh escaped his lips and he couldn't help but imagine the Brit's annoyed face.
Alfred checked his watch; 12 o'clock. The bar should be open and Arthur should be working since he needed money after Alfred had eaten him out of house and home 'He's just over-exaggerating' he thought. Opening the doors and entering the Oase looking quite heroic, the American scanned the bar for Arthur, alittle stumped when he couldn't find who he was looking for. He walked to the back office to see if Arthur was maybe talking to his boss. No such luck.
"Um, hey there," he said, knocking on the open door. The old manager looked up and Alfred kept talking. "Is, uh, is Arthur here?"
The old man's eyes widened and he coughed into his hand. "Uh, well, Arthur's not here. Why don't you check his apartment?"
With a thank you and a salute, Alfred left the office and the Oase and headed for Arthur's apartment. It would've been fun, walking to Arthur's place, passing by all the cool looking places and throwing half melted snowballs at the little kids, if only it hadn't started raining… "That's just fucking great!" Alfred said sarcastically. Grabbing the collar of his favorite bomber jacket, he pulled it up over his ears and ran as fast as he could without slipping and killing himself.
Entering the warmth of the apartment lobby, Alfred waved hello to the receptionist so that she could let him in (he had been there enough times for her to recognize his super heroic face). Into the elevator and pressing the button for Arthur's floor, Alfred didn't really mind that he was dripping wet, although Arthur might. As soon as the elevator opened on his desired floor, Alfred happily walked out and over to Arthur's apartment.
Knocking three times and wringing the water out of his hair, Alfred waited patiently for Arthur to answer the door. "Who is it?" said Brit asked, opening the door. His somewhat inquisitive look turned into a glare, bushy eyebrows furrowing.
"Hey Artie, could ya let me in? It's kinda cold," Alfred said with a smile. Looking at the door, he saw that it was closing. His first reaction was to jam his foot in between the door and the door frame. "What's up Artie? Aren't you glad to see me?"
"Why would I be happy to see you?"
"Uh, well, cuz we're kind of a thing and – are you ok? Why aren't you at the Oase?"
"Don't play dumb." Alfred stared blankly at the other blond. "You know why I'm not there."
"Uh, no, I don't."
"Don't play dumb with me Jones!" Arthur yelled, opening the door and grabbing said American by the collar. "You know why!"
"No I don't Artie, now tell me what's up."
Arthur scoffed. "I'm not at the bloody bar because I got fired."
"What? Why?"
"Stop playing dumb! The bloody fucking mafia had me fired, it was written on the damn pink-slip! And let us not forget who you're employer is!"
"You think I had something to do with this? Why would I want you fired? Arthur!"
"Just leave!" Arthur yelled. "I don't want to see you anymore!" He kicked Alfred's foot out of the way and slammed the door.
Alfred stood, staring blankly at the door, still dripping wet. Realization finally hit. Ivan. Cursing the Russian under his breath, Alfred made his way back to the house in the pouring rain, not even bothering to cover his head.
The rain came down heavily and everyone was gathered in the living room by the TV playing cards to get their minds off of Lovino and Antonio and not knowing where the latter was. The dark clouds darkened the sky, making the room dull. The curtains were opened in that room alone so that everyone could watch the rain; beautiful, rhythmic rain, even though it was pouring. The game of cards had been exceptionally challenging, everyone in the house had joined in (except Chelles because she was too young to gamble and Ivan, who had gone to look for Alfred). They had played multiple times, each game longer than the last.
The atmosphere of the room was intense as all eyes concentrated on Roderich.
"…Go fish."
"FUCK!" Gilbert yelled, taking a card from the pile. "Double fuck!" he screamed as he saw the card had no matches.
"Gil, stop yelling," Matthew scolded. "Elizaveta, do you have any six's?"
"No, but I have a nine," she said with a wink. A light blush spread across Matthew's face.
"Quit trying to instigate some gay sex Eliza," Sadiq said. "And I'll take that nine." Elizaveta rolled her eyes and reluctantly handed the Turk the card.
"Ve~ I don't get it," Feliciano said, leaning on Ludwig. The blond sighed and patted the Italian's head, ruffling his hair and mumbling something like 'Don't worry about it' and asking Berwald if he had any king's.
"H're ya go," The Swede said, handing Ludwig the card.
Just then a knock was heard at the door. "Hey Chelles, go see who it is. It's probably Alfred and Ivan," Gilbert said, looking from his cards to Roderich then back to his cards.
"You're so lazy mon cher. Making little Michelle go get the door," Francis said with a laugh. Gilbert yelled something at the Frenchman in German which resulted in even more laughter.
Matthew thought for a minute. "But don't Alfred and Ivan BOTH have keys? Why would they be knocking?" Silence engulfed the room as everyone took into account what the blond had just said. They all looked at each other with worried expressions on their faces.
"Michelle, go see who it is, but make sure you're not seen," Ludwig said, looking over to his brother who nodded in response.
Chelles nodded and walked slowly to the foyer. She was used to sneaking around (she did work for the mafia) but it still made her nervous, at least now she was in the house with everyone, and that meant that she was pretty much safe. Getting on her hands and knees, she crawled just under the window, her brown pigtails barely above the floor. Parting the curtains slightly, she peeked out to take a look. Outside in the pouring rain, a young man (or that's what it seemed like) was standing in a dark blue sweater with the hood pulled over his face. A small gasp escaped from the young girl's mouth and she quickly made her way back to the others.
After Chelles had described what she had seen, Ludwig and Gilbert looked at each other and nodded knowingly. "You guys stay here," the younger of the two said, reaching into one of the secret cabinets and pulling out a revolver and an automatic handgun, handing the automatic to his brother.
Slowly and quietly, the brothers approached the door. Gilbert leaned against the frame waiting as Ludwig opened the curtains slightly and peeked out, just as Chelles had done. The younger German let go of the curtains and waved his hand, signaling Gilbert, who then carefully placed his hand on the doorknob. As Gilbert turned it slowly, Ludwig got into position on the other side of the door frame, his gun at the ready.
The door was thrown open and the brothers moved from their spots and pointed their guns at the man. Gilbert's eyes widened and he lowered his gun, yelling at Ludwig to do the same.
"Hola Gilbert."
(A/N): Yay Spain's not dead! (A lot of people seemed to think something bad was going to happen to him but he is alright!)
I put so many characters into this story that it's so hard to keep track of them all DX Hopefully I didn't miss anybody *crosses fingers*
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