Hey everyone! Sorry it's been ages but here is the next chapter! Hope you like :)
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Chapter 6: Suspicion

"Good evening mister Braginski. Please, take a seat"

The tall man sat down opposite from Arthur and smiled. Arthur did not return the smile, wanting to begin the interrogation. Alfred stood behind Arthur with his note pad at the ready.

"I am Sgt Kirkland and this is P.C Jones. My first question is do you know a man by the name of Francis Bonnefoy?"

Ivan paused in thought for a moment. "Um… da, da, I used to work with him at a restaurant about… two years ago"

"I see, and how did you and mister Bonnefoy get along?"

"He was… an interesting guy. Pretty attractive" 'don't punch him Arthur, don't. Not yet at least' "I can't really say that I hate him, but I can't really say I that like him either. We did work together but we didn't talk much" Alfred quickly took down his notes.

"And where were you on the evening of the 8th of August 2012?"

"Hum… well, I do believe I was doing the evening shift at the bar I work for. Which reminds me…" Ivan reached into his ridiculously long coat and brought out a little silver hip flask. Arthur stared in shock.

'Did he actually just dare to drink alcohol right in front of an officer in an interrogation?! In the station?!' Arthur was not having this.

"Excuse me, that's not alcohol in there is it?"

"Da" The Russian replied cheerfully. "It's Vodka. Would you like some?" He offered.

Arthur sighed and rubbed the sides of his head. "Mister Braginski… you are NOT allowed to drink any alcohol within the station! Alfred, please confiscate that from mister Braginski" But instead of doing anything Alfred just stood still.

"Do it already!"

The young American took a nervous step toward Ivan.

"H-Hand over t-the flask… p-please?"

"… nyet. I would like to continue drinking for the time being" He said, taking another swig from the flask.

"O-ok…" Alfred shot Arthur an apologetic look. The Englishman sighed again and stood up from the desk. Then he snatched the silver container from the Russian's clutches and gave it to Alfred to hold. He sat back down simply ignoring the death glare and the dark aura rising from Ivan. Usually he would have felt a little intimidated, but he couldn't care less at this point. He just wants his Francis back!

"Sorry mister Braginski. You will get that back when i'm done questioning you"

"Fine" He growled before returning to his childish smile.

"Now, where were we…? Oh yes, at what time was that evening shift?"

"It was seven till two"

"Right…" 'Damn! That pretty much covers the time Francis went missing. Never mind, there still is a chance that he did it…' "Have you got that Alfred?"

"Yep" He said, writing the last word down.

"Where did you go after your shift?"

"Home. Why are you asking me all these questions?"

"That man, Francis Bonnefoy, went missing and it is extremely likely that he has been k-kidnapped" The Brit said grimly, his voice chocking as he was reminded just how bad the situation was.

"I see" Ivan's smile didn't falter, and Arthur didn't like that one bit.

"Is that all you can say? I see?!" He slammed his fists on the desk, standing up. "Do you even realise how much danger Francis is in right now?!"

"Nyet, I don't" He said sarcastically. Arthur had finally lost it at this point; he grabbed the front of Ivan's shirt and dragged him up so they were eye level. It's not that Arthur was that strong but Ivan was not expecting this from someone that was almost half his size.

"Listen you bastard. If I find out that YOU are the culprit I will come and GET you. Not even the chief will be able to stop me. Do you understand?"

Ivan didn't respond, just smiled. Arthur let out a low growl and raised his fist to punch when Alfred interrupted.

"Arthur! That's enough, you're gonna get fired!" The smaller blond glared at him but lowered his hand none the less and let go of Ivan.

"That's all the questions for now mister Braginski. Don't you dare leave the country; the chances are that we will need to talk to you again."

"Sure" He turned to leave.

"Oh, don't forget this" Arthur threw the hip flask, which Ivan managed to catch with practically no effort.

"Spasibo, comrade" With that he left and closed the door behind him. There was a few minutes of silence, then Arthur slumped heavily back down onto his seat. He rubbed his tired and bloodshot eyes.

"Hey Arthur, are you ok man?"

"Oh I'm just bloody dandy. Could you please just go and verify his alibi… and talk to some of the staff at the restaurant? I want to make sure he wasn't lying"

"Sure… just promise that you will get some rest while I'm out, kay?"

"Fine" He yawned. Alfred nodded went out on his mission.

Francis's POV
He sat there in disbelief. How? How could he get into this situation? The cuts and bruises where the kidnapper beat him burned. His shirt was torn in pieces now; he was at least glad that his trousers remained intact.

Francis felt ashamed to admit it but he was… scarred. Terrified in fact. The Frenchman just didn't know what to do. So he thought he would just have to sit and see what happens in the meantime.

He thought about his beloved Arthur; the only comfort in the dark world. How he would just love to be able to hold him and kiss him, to see his smile, to look deep into those gorgeous green eyes. But then, he thought of something that made his heart stop.

'Is Arthur safe?'

Arthur's POV

Arthur waited till he was sure that Alfred was gone before he left to look at the crime scene. He knew that he needed some sleep but he couldn't do that, his brain wouldn't let him. Instead he did his best to keep himself busy, which was the easiest thing for him to do right now. If he let his thoughts wonder to much he would begin thinking about the pain Francis might be in.

When he got to the house a while later he looked at everything; hoping that they over looked something before. Finding nothing in the hallway he walked into the living room. It was dead silent and he was the only one there. That was why he jumped when his radio made a noise.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Alfred. It's really quiet on your end, where are you?"

"I won't lie to you; I'm at the crime scene."

"The hell?! You said you would rest!"

"I know but…"

"Never mind. Anyway, I talked to that bar Ivan works for and his alibi checks out."

"T-That can't-"

"There's CCTV evidence Arthur. Plus all the staff at the restaurant said that Francis and Ivan where just fine with each other. Oh, and get this, they also said that Francis didn't fire him so now there is no motive for Ivan to be the culprit"

"But Jeanne said-" 'SMASH!'

"Arthur?! Hey Arthur?! Are you there?! Hello? Talk to me here!"


A/N

*gasp* Just what's going on? You'll all have to find out next time! BWAHAHAHAHAH! Sorry, I can be evil at times.

But a lesson can be learned here today, never under any circumstances take Russia's vodka away! He may not react as calmly as he did in the story.
Anyway, thanks for reading and please do review! And please do correct me if there are any mistakes
P.s sorry if there are some reviews that I haven't replied to.

Translations:
Da = Yes
Nyet = No
Spasibo, comrade = Thank you, friend. (I think at least...)