Chapter Six

Canada woke hours later. He was dizzy and groggy. He had no idea where he was. His senses were dampened by the RC suppressants that were injected into him. He could smell a sweet scent and knew they were in the air around him as well. He shifted slightly with a groan feeling his wounds. He went to move his hands, but they were heavy. He noticed they were in full metal mitt like cuffs. He let out a breath. Something touched his cheek and he flinched.

"Birdie?" Prussia's face came into focus and he sighed. He was sitting next to him on the floor. "How are jou feeling?"

"Foggy." Matthew said. His voice was rough. His eyes wandered around the room taking in his surroundings. The room was fairly small and made out of concrete. The only things on the wall was a large window that was covered and a few tiny vents. There was no furniture in the room, not even a bed. "Are you okay?"

"Ja, I'm fine. They didn't hurt me." Gilbert said reassuringly. He put a hand on his chest rubbing circles gently. Matthew smiled tiredly. "Jou're not healing well. Vhat did they do to jou?"

"RC suppressants." The Canadian said. He tried to sit up, but Prussia shook his head and gently pushed him down. He relaxed back onto the floor. "They'll heal eventually."

"Hey, I just finished patching jou up. I don't vant jou to reopen anything." Gilbert said. "Stupid Doves. They vouldn't help jou at all. At least they gave me stuff to help."

"Thanks Gilly." Matthew said with a weak smile. The Prussian smiled and leaned down to kiss his cheek. He knew the investigators wouldn't help him. Why would they? He's a ghoul. He was surprised they even gave Gilbert the supplies. "They just let you in here?"

"Vell, no." The albino sighed. "I knocked out like two or three of them before they gave up and put me vith jou."

"How long has it been?" Canada asked.

"I don't know." Prussia shrugged. "No ones been around."

The pair were quiet. Gilbert laid down next to him. Matthew shifted slightly and curled into his side. He hated that he could barely smell the Prussian. He was still drowsy from the suppressants. He knew they must be putting the suppressants in the air through the vents. He had never experienced the effects of suppressants before, but he knew about them. He also knew that he would build up a resistance to them.

A quiet snore caught his attention. He looked up and noticed Prussia had fell asleep. He sighed. He wondered how long the albino had been up watching over him. Canada felt terrible for putting the albino in this situation. He knew he couldn't have won that fight against over ten high ranking special investigators, but he still should have found a way to get Gilbert away from them.

Matthew let out a small yawn wincing at the pain in his chest. He groaned closing his eyes. He easily fell back asleep.

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Blackbird woke hours later. Gilbert was still sleeping peacefully next to him. He shifted slightly feeling less pain then before. His wounds had partially healed. He could still smell the suppressants in the air. It was blocking him from smelling almost anything else.

Matthew heard a quiet knock. He stretched his neck to locate the sound. He spotted a man on the other side of the window. He narrowed his eyes seeing it was one of the special investigators. He had short light brown hair and judgemental hazel eyes. He waved for him to come over.

The Canadian lazily got to his feet careful to not wake Prussia. It hurt quite a bit to move, not everything was healed yet. His centre of gravity was a bit off because of the heavy metal mitts on his hands. He went over towards the window. He looked through behind the Dove seeing nothing, but a clean white room. There was a door to the right and a chair close to the window.

"Hello, my name is Harley Tartrazine." The man said. Blackbird furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm a senior special class investigator with the Colorado Commission of Counter Ghoul."

"That's a long title." Matthew grumbled through a yawn.

"It is." Harley smiled. "I'd like to ask you a few questions."

"I'll see what I want to answer." Canada said defensively.

"That's all I ask." Harley hummed. He grabbed the chair and turned it around. He sat backwards on it facing him. "First, what is your name?"

"Red-winged Blackbird." The Canadian answered simply.

"No, I mean your regular name. The one you go by daily." The Dove clarified.

"Shouldn't you already know that?" Matthew asked raising an eyebrow.

"Probably." Harley shrugged. "We know you're the Blackbird, but that's about it."

"Then that's all you'll know about me." Canada said simply.

The investigator sighed. "How about, your birthday?"

"July first." Matthew said. It was a piece of useless information.

"Year and town?"

"No idea."

"Parents?"

"Didn't have any."

"Oh?" Harley scratched the back of his neck. "Any family at all?"

"Family?" Matthew hummed with a small smirk. "Alfred F. Jones."

"What's your relation to him?" The Dove asked writing the name down.

"Twin brother." Canada answered. He knew they'd be hunting him down. He smiled knowing he'd get in trouble.

"How about him?" Harley asked gesturing to Gilbert. Matthew looked over his shoulder back at him. He was still peacefully asleep. "A pet or something? Next meal?"

"No." Blackbird quickly shook his head. He sighed. "He's my fiancé." He admitted.

"Oh." Harley seemed genuinely surprised at the answer. "Ghoul too?"

"No." Matthew shook his head.

"Didn't think he was." The Dove smiled. "He's a fighter though. Took out three of my best men with nothing, but his fists! He was such a handful; it was easier to just leave him with you." He laughed lightly. They were quiet for a moment before Harley spoke again. "I know, you know how these places work. It would be in your best interest to tell me what I want to know."

"I know." Canada sighed looking down. "Look, I'll tell you anything you want if you let him go." He said gesturing to Gilbert. "He doesn't know anything."

"Hmmm." Harley murmured thinking it over. "You'll tell me who you work for and who you are?"

"Yes, I'll give you any information I know that you ask me for." Matthew promised.

"Alright." The Dove smiled. "That's much easier than trying to pry stuff out of you." He shrugged. "I'll give you some time with him before we take him."

"Thank you." Blackbird said gratefully. Harley nodded and stood up from the chair. He left through the only door. As it shut the window became opaque again.

Matthew sighed and turned back to Prussia. He walked over and slid down the wall to sit next to him. He winced as a bolt of pain went up his spine. He groaned and bit his lip. He looked back down at Gilbert and smiled. He was happy he was able to get him out, but he didn't fully trust the investigator.

"Birdie?" The albino's voice broke him from his thoughts. "Vhat are jou doing up?"