Ah, I'm finally done. Sorry if Chapter 4 is going to come out later because homework sucks.

Credits to mouthwassh and Doskun (my friends and they have decided to create accounts just to read this/I regret showing them my fanfiction but I don't regret since they gave me a lot of ideas for this one so thank you mouthwassh and Doskun) :DDD

Hope you enjoy!

SWEAR WARNING!

The last thing Arthur remembered was…

Chloroform…the one I brought…

Arthur woke up in a dark room, which seemed to be the bathroom. He tried to stand up until something pulled on his arms; a set of ropes tied his wrists against the bathtub tap. He was trapped in the bathroom of the hitman, Hitman Jones. He's so thankful that nothing weird has happened to him (yet).

"Well look, the famous assassin is now in my hands…What should I do with you, lad?" A cold voice came from the other room, it was Alfred's

"Jones," said Arthur

"Kirkland"

Both men stared a each other for a while until one spoke,

"You know that the rest of my partners can easily find me here being trapped by a newbie hitman?"

"Who cares about your other shitty assassins, they can't find you"

"Very well then, I'm sure when you meet them, you'll regret the words you said just now"

"Is this another trick of yours?"

"I never lie about my brothers do I?"

Alfred is slowly finding the older man harder to trust. He had never dealt with this sort of mind playing before; his job was to be a hitman, not a super detective who deals with dumb-arse assassins.

"I guess I'm just stuck here until I die right?" Said Arthur, "It's actually not that bad if I died, at least it is better than being stuck here with a 19-year-old hitman who clearly doesn't know how to be-"

"Would you shut up already? Plus, you know it's me who brought you here. Who's the better one now? Me of course, duh!"

"I never said you were terrible at using your guns. It's just, I never knew how gay a hitman could be. By any chance…are you actually gay-"

"NO WAY YOU-YOU…uh…LIMEY BAST-TARD" Alfred yelled as his face began to flush a light shade of scarlet.

Meanwhile, the neighbour knocked on the door to see what the racket was about. Alfred quickly gaged Arthur with a nearby towel and locked him in the bathroom. Alfred opened the door and saw the neighbour; he saw a brunette with emerald green eyes, and what seemed like a basket of tomatoes.

The brunette started speaking, "Um sir, do you have any issues? It seems very loud in your room."

"Uh, it's totally fine! I just…uh…have a drunk friend who is having…um… terrible seizures! In the bathroom! Right now…"

Some muffled words came out of the bathroom.

"Hmoi! Fmet me mout mof mhere!" (Oi! Get me out of here!)

Alfred let out a cough so he hid Arthur's words.

"Cough cough. Ah, I'm sorry. I also have a little cold so dealing with that bastard is a bit troublesome."

"Would you like me to help?"

"Oh no! it's ok, I wouldn't want to trouble you as well!"

"Alright then. Would you like some of my tomatoes in case you're feeling down?"

"Ah, thank you for the offer, but unfortunately, bringing tomatoes on to the airplane in a few days wouldn't be much help." With that said, the brunette left Alfred to be and walked away.

"What the bloody hell were you thinking!" Arthur said after Alfred took the towel out of his mouth.

"What do you mean what I'm thinking! That neighbour is actually friendly to me, unlike cough cough someone!"

"Hey! That man is another one like me who is after you"

"Blah blah blah, just another little story of yours. Am I correct?"

"No! If you don't believe me, then I ain't helping you defend the BTT if you get captured in the future."

"Who is this 'BTT' in the first place? Some girl band who obsesses about Todoroki-"

"Your smart-arse boss didn't tell you?"

"…"

"Well, it's true. If you don't believe me, then I'll see you in the afterlife."

"Hey!"

"You just don't know, do you…"

"I can't just simply trust the person who is about to kill me if I let him go, can I"

"Right…what time is it?"

"11:36 pm. Why ask"

"You see, it's getting late and I need to go…"

Arthur struggled to free his wrists from the ropes. He had been lying in this miserable bathtub for a long time.

"You think I'm just gonna let you go like that? Who knows when you are going to pop out of nowhere and choke me with your chloroform"

"Ah yes. Then I'll just stay here until I die, I guess"

"…why are you so suicidal"

"You know lad, death is sometimes better than living"

"…"

Arthur was stuck with Alfred for the entire night. He was locked in the bathroom, sitting, or lying if I say, in the cold bathtub, while he heard Alfred doing some mechanical work. Alfred didn't know that Arthur still had a communication device in his pockets, but even if he did, there wasn't any use since his hands were tied up. Only if he had a third hand but that wouldn't be possible. He was stuck there the entire night.

Bullocks he thought. It was already 3:00 AM and help just wasn't on the way. However, he heard footsteps out in the hallways and there were three whispering voices.

"You brought everything?" Said one of them

"Yeah," said another.

"So we're just taking Alfred correct?"

"mhm. Remember to stay quiet and not wake anyone"

Then, Arthur heard a click in the door. He knew that they had arrived. What did I tell Jones? he thought. After all, they're going to come anyway. The 3 men then walked into the hotel bedroom, hoping to find Alfred lying there, but no. One of then opened the covers and saw pillows piled in a straight line.

"Didn't expect that, am I right?" A voice came from behind the 3 men, it was Alfred; he was armed. His handgun ready, a finger around the trigger ready to shoot.

"What-Hands up Jones!" Another one said

"So, you're the ones that the Kirkland dude told be about aren't ya?"

"You know Kirkland?"

"Yeah, in fact, he's in the room right now"

"Which Kirkland?"

"What do you mean which Kirkland? Isn't there just one?"

"Huh, you don't know do you…"

"Hey!" Arthur yelled from the bathroom, "Beilschmidt, have you had enough now?"

"Wait! Ok, first of all, why is one of the Kirklands with you?"

"Oh simple. He tried to get to me before you could, but his plan backfired."

"Ok, let him out first, and we'll discuss this."

Then, Alfred unlocked the bathroom door and untied the wrists of Arthur.

"Kirkland…" one of the men said. He had wavy blonde hair that went down right above his shoulders; it was Francis, Arthur's old co-worker"

"Bonnefoy…" replied Arthur. The two men stared at each other for quite a while until the brunette who also visited earlier, Antonio Fernández Carriedo, spoke.

"You know Jones when I met you earlier, I knew you weren't oblivious about what was going to happen, but I don't think you knew our plan…"

"Quit with the words, just get to the point already!" snapped Alfred.

"You know those tomatoes?" He threw one at Alfred and caught it. "These aren't edible."

"Wait…"

"They're bombs." Suddenly, Antonio's hand was a machine. "I can simply press this button, and it can set off, you won't mind if I give it a try right now, would you?"

"Stop! What are you going to do with me?"

"Well, give you to the government to deal with of course," An albino man with crimson eyes said; he was also known as Ze Awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt! [Gilbert is awesome]

"I ain't doing that" Alfred muttered under his breath, then held out his gun again. "You think you can take me that easily?"

"Woah! Hang on there," said Antonio, "Put your gun down, we can talk through this"

"But I ain't got time like you, you Spaniard"

"You sound just like Kirkland…" then, Antonio and Gilbert both pulled out their guns as well, ready to shoot.

However, Alfred had knocked both of them in the knees and sent them falling on the ground; but both men rolled up again and Gilbert grabbed Alfred by the wrist which retrained him from any more violent tendencies.

"Mein Gott! Show us what you got, young man" he said. Then he broke free from Gilbert and pulled the trigger of his gun. He missed it again. Oh gosh, darn it! What is happening to my aim? The bullet hit a glass vase behind them and it shattered to the floor.

He pointed his gun at Gilbert and Antonio but stopped the attack. The other men pointed their gun at him while he slowly placed down the two guns on the floor, and raised his hands.

"I…surrender" As Gilbert and Antonio walked towards him, Alfred dropped to the floor, and slid between them, picking up his guns at the same time. He shot Antonio in the arm which caused him to drop his weapon.

"Antonio!" Said Gilbert. The Spaniard's arm now had blood dripping down from it, staining the rims of the sleeves of the white shirt.

"Hey, we haven't talked about shooting yet!"

"Oh really? You know…I was made a hitman so…shooting is my thing."

Leaving Antonio behind, Gilbert pulled the trigger of his gun as well, unfortunately, Alfred dodged it, but only nearly shot him in the head. The bullet brushed the tip of Alfred's nose and hit the photograph hanging on the wall. The noise they made was probably waking up many of the guests, but it wasn't that bad, right? Wrong. Just then, Alfred had slid the bedside table at Gilbert; the lamp on the table had crashed against the TV and the table itself fell apart.

Ugh! What is that stupid Kirkland doing? Is he just- Alfred turned around and saw a stick hit him hard on the head. Thud he had fallen to the ground. His eyes were now drowned in darkness, slowly moving conciseness.

"Let's get them…" Francis Bonnefoy's voice came from the table. His mission was…

Sorry about the Todoroki part. I respect his fans so please don't take it in as an insult.