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Yao closed his eyes and began to take deep breathes. He needed to calm down. Emil sensed his friend's lack of noise. What was this guy planning to do? The young Icelander began to crawl away from Yao. Though he froze when he heard him whisper loudly to him.

"What the hell are you doing?" He hissed at Emil.

Emil smirked under the darkness and replied, "I know the place like the back of my palm."

"Are you sure aru?"

"Piece of cake."

Yao squinted and replied, "Fine. I'll search for the others."

Emil nodded and quickly ran toward a convener belt. He hid behind it and pulled out his weapon again. Relaxing all muscles, he closed his eyes as he listened for anything unusual. Small footsteps were heard, but Emil knew better than to shoot. It was only Yao. The silver-haired man was looking for something with lighter steps or heavier ones.

Step... Step... Step...

His eyes immediately widened. Emil cocked his gun and fired. He shined his flashlight and saw that he only shot a crate. Emil cursed under his breath. He turned off his light, but started to panic as he felt muscular arms around his neck. It was Berwald!

"A-Ackk!" Emil wheezed out.

Berwald grunted and continued his strangulation. Emil felt his eyes rolling back. He dug his nails in the Swedish man's arms, almost making him bleed. But it didn't faze Berwald. He continued to tighten his grip. The silver-haired man coughed and jabbed the blonde's stomach. He noticed that it didn't a thing. So he decided to shoot his foot. Emil finally got to catch his breath and quickly got away from the tall man.

Berwald groaned in pain as he took hold of his foot, clutching onto it as he tried to relieve himself of the bleeding wound. He quickly got up and punched Emil's face. The younger man shouted in pain and head-butted Berwald's stomach. He grunted from the sudden impact and his eyes widened when he felt his other foot being shot.

"ARGH!"

The older man with glasses immediately fell down. He made his eyes travel up Emil and saw him holding the gun right in front of him. Emil only looked amused by his victim's lack of expression toward death. But Emil knew this man and his stoic reputation. So he isn't really that surprised.

"Any last words, old man?"

Berwald stared at Emil and said, "Take car' of Peter."

The younger man stared at Berwald with wide eyes. He slowly nodded and raised his flashlight and gun. "Say hi to Lukas for me."

He pulled the trigger and let nature take it's course. Emil watched as Berwald's blue eyes turn soulless. He hated to admit that he actually regretted it. He knew the man since he was in his teens. Almost like a father. Well kind of. Though Emil shook the thought away. The young Icelander smiled and began to search for the power box. He needed light anyway. Little did he know, another pair of foot steps were following him silently.

Yao ran and ran. Searching each door and every corner. The long haired man huffed and placed his hands on his knees, resting for a bit. He was tired after all. He shined his flashlight at one certain door. He hadn't checked it yet. He stood up straight and approached the last door. He looked at the knob and saw blood stains. Yao's stomach began to grow nervous. He took the knob and turned it, only to find it locked.

The Chinese man frowned and took his gun. He aimed it and shot the knob a few times. He smiled when he finally got it. He kicked the door to the side and walked in. As he walked in the power suddenly turned on. Yao looked up at the lights and smiled for a second. Emil probably had done this.

Yao then turned his attention back to the area. It was filthy. Basically no furniture what so ever. But it kind of looked like an office. He was about to leave, but froze when he turned around. There in the corner by the doorway were three figures. The Chinese gaped at the three people. He slowly approached them and dropped his flashlight.

Hong, Yong Soo and Meimei. They just looked so dead in his eyes. Hong's face was so bruised and battered. His usual neat chopped hair was all over, clothes almost burnt. Yao then looked at his arm. By the looks of it, it seemed broken. Yong Soo on the other hand seemed worse than Hong. Black eye, cut lip, bruised face. His body seemed worn out. Yao gritted his teeth, knowing Yong Soo, he was probably doing something reckless again.

Yao almost cried out when he looked at Meimei. A puddle that seemed like dry blood was near her. Her beautiful face was awfully pale, her hair was ruined, and her clothes were torn. Yao bent down and saw dry blood on her legs. He slightly whimpered as he caressed her cheek. She...She seemed so cold.

"When we were beating them we didn't really realize that she was pregnant."

Yao instantly stood up and turned around. Tino was there with an unconscious Emil in his arms. The young Finnish man tossed Emil to a corner and played with the gun that Emil had. Tino spun the gun with his fingers as he smirked.

"Y'know we dropped her. Landed on her stomach too. The other two guys were conscious and they tried to fight. But sweet old S've took care of that. Tortured them. With nice jumper cables and what not."

The Asian man growled as Tino continued on. "That little Korean one was really a pest. Kept on saying how he's going to kill me. The other guy, he was very quiet. Though he had that murderous look."

Tino eyed Yao and smiled, "Just like you."

"AAAARGH!" Yao cried out and tackled Tino to the ground. He straddled him and began to punch him. The older man was so blinded by hate. He continued with his repetitive beating. Tino's eyes widened and suddenly caught Yao's fist. The Chinese man gasped as he saw Tino launching an attack of his own. The blonde one punched Yao square in the face and watched him fly back.

He smiled as he looked for the gun he dropped. Yao saw this and got up again. He dashed toward Tino and kicked his gut, earning a yelp from the man. Tino growled and took the gun. He aimed at Yao and fired. Though Yao was quick enough to dodge it. The Chinese man slid on his stomach and landed in front of Tino. He grabbed the blonde's ankles and pulled them up, making the Finnish man fall to the ground, his head colliding with the cold tiles.

"S-SHIT!" He cried out.

Yao smiled and took the gun from Tino. He pointed it at the Finnish man, but he was confused when Tino started to point at something. Yao turned around and saw that he was just pointing to the unconscious people. He looked back and saw the blonde standing with a smirk. Yao's eyes widened when he felt a sharp object going through his stomach.

"G-GAH!" Yao spat out.

Tino smiled and took the gun from Yao's hands. He then quickly jabbed him once again with his knee. He watched as Yao began to tremble to the ground, clutching onto his stomach. Tino stood there looking innocent as ever with a gun and bloody knife in hand.

"Oh Yao.." He said, "Which will it be? A quick gun or a long painful knife?"

"A-Ahh..." Yao moaned as he felt more blood between his fingers.

"Neither." A different voice rang out. Yao's eyes widened. No. It couldn't be him.

Tino turned around with a confused look.

BANG!

Kiku's face was expressionless. He lowered his gun and looked at Tino. The Japanese agent got him right on the forehead. Kiku then looked back by the entrance and urged both Feliciano and Ludwig to come and aid his siblings. Matthew and Alfred went over by Emil. Kiku placed his gun away and approached Yao.

The elder sibling winced as he felt Kiku's hard stare. Yao looked up and was surprised. His brother was offering his hand to him. Yao took his non-bloody hand and grasped onto Kiku's. The Japanese man pulled Yao up and quickly told the others to go to the ambulance. Yao raised a brow and asked how the hell did he know where they were.

Kiku only look straight ahead as they got out of the building, "Matthew said you were in trouble."

"..I didn't think you'd come." Yao said with a raspy voice.

"He..." Kiku muttered, "He told us everything. About Meimei..."

Yao didn't have time to reply. He feel into unconsciousness. Kiku cursed under his breath and quickened his pace. Suddenly sunny light greeted his dull eyes. He yelled at the medics to take Yao and the others in. The medics quickly ran to Kiku and took care of things. The young Japanese man frowned and looked at his hands. They were stained with Yao's blood.

"Hey you."

Kiku turned around and saw Alfred and Matthew. The Jones-Williams duo approached Kiku with a serious look. The shorter man didn't seem to be fazed by this. Seemed kind of normal since they weren't on good terms with each other.

"We have to leave." Alfred said, "We can't stick around."

"Understandable." Kiku replied.

Matthew frowned, "Take care of him."

"I will give him the best medical treatment as possible." Kiku quickly said.

Alfred shook his head, "Not only that, but you know what else."

With that said both blonde men turned around and left for their car. Kiku only stared at their backs. He knew what they meant. But was he even ready to do that? The young Japanese agent turned his attention back to the ambulance. The medics closed the backs and drove off to the hospital. It was now him and his fellow agents.

"Looks like its a case close." Ludwig said as he stood beside Kiku.

Kiku nodded, "We retrieved all of the Nordic's bodies?"

"Ja." The tall man replied, "But that Emil guy is still alive. Well...He's unconscious when we found him."

Feliciano smiled and said, "Emil isn't a bad guy..He told me that he is willing to do his time."

Ludwig shook his head, "That's what they all say, Feliciano."

The young Italian frowned and commented, "Something...Something about him tells me that he will."

Kiku chuckled, "Who knows? Maybe he'll be released early for good behavior."

"Maybe." Ludwig muttered.

Feliciano broke into a grin as he ran towards the car. As he ran he looked back , "C'mon! Let's go back to my restaurant and celebrate, ve~!"

Both German and Japanese man smiled. As they walked towards the car, Ludwig began to wonder. He looked over at the shorter man and asked, "What will you do about, Yao?"

Kiku's smile dropped. He honestly didn't know what to do. He sighed and replied, "I'll decide after dinner."

A/N; omg i suck so much at fighting scenes its not even funny like no joke. aaaargh it seemed so rushed y'know? But hey, it is what it is. amirite?

ehhhhhh yeah I know Tino was so OOC and everyone else.