Leon poked Emil in the back. Emil straightened up and blinked blearily. The teacher glared at him, but continued teaching without mentioning it. A week of late nights was not being kind to him.

School was interfering with his sleep schedule again.

What a pain. At least he didn't get detention again.

Emil shifted in his seat and caste Leon a grateful smile before turning back to the front of the room. He had an essay to write tonight, but he had no intention of doing it. Nah, he had better things to do tonight.

After school, he and Leon wandered around the mall aimlessly until Leon's ride came and picked him up. Emil walked back to the school and sat on the front steps to write his essay. He had time, plus if he didn't turn something in, he might loose his spot as at the top of his class. Missing all that time for the North trials had given his competitors a chance to catch up to him grade wise. Oh well.

The day grew colder as the sun started to sink behind the buildings on the horizon.

Emil walked off of the school grounds as quickly as he could without actually running. It was getting too late. If they didn't get it tonight, they would have to wait another month.

He reached the parking spot where Lukas had once sat waiting for him. It seemed a lifetime ago, even if it had only been a few months.

Edward knew not to expect Emil home for another few hours, but Emil was about ready to head home anyway when he finally heard the pounding of running feet.

"You're late." Emil said as Peter came up next to him gasping.

"No I'm not!" Peter whined, "You said half past ten and it is half past ten!"

Emil threw the black ski mask at Peter and zipped up his jacket, "No, I said a quarter past ten!"

Peter sighed and put the ski mask on, "Whatever! Where are we going tonight?"

Emil pulled on his gloves and smiled, "The city council building, there is a safe there with the blue prints for the new bank. We need those if we ever want to do anything impressive."

Peter laughed, "Impressive? We will pull off something so great that not even the North will know what to say!"

"Stop talking and let's get going!" Emil said and started off again, "We don't have time for this!"

"All you do is worry!" Peter chuckled, "Worry! Worry! Worry! Goodness Emil! Relax a bit!"

"The mask is on!" Emil snapped, pointing at his ski mask, "Don't call me Emil!"

Peter stuck out his tongue, "Oh! Sorry!" He said mockingly, "Iceland! What was I thinking? Who is this Emil you speak of?"

Emil sighed, "Thank you Sealand, put your gloves on."

Peter threw his gloves at Emil then sprinted ahead, laughing. Emil sighed again and picked up Peter's gloves. He started off at a run after the other boy and couldn't help but smile to himself. There were worst partners. Then again, there were better.

Lukas wanted Emil to stay out of the crime world? Lukas had given Emil his freedom? Well, this was what Emil had chose to do with that
freedom, this was what he enjoyed doing, wanted to do, and planned on continue doing. There was nothing Lukas could do about it.

The first thing Arthur did when he got up was make tea. The second was to watch with mild interest as Allistor made breakfast. Finally, Peter would come down stairs and the three would eat together. That was what happened every morning.

"Hey, do you want a ride to school today?" Arthur asked Peter as he always did.

"No, but thanks!" Peter said cheerfully, "I like taking the bus."

"Okay, if you say so." Arthur sighed inwardly, Peter was finally back to acting normal. However, no matter how hard Arthur tried to be a better big brother, it seemed like Peter was the one pushing him away now. Had Allistor noticed anything odd about Peter? Arthur put it on his mental list to ask.

"Hey Arthur? There is somewhere I'd like a ride to, if you wanted." Peter asked, his voice suddenly tentative.

Arthur looked up in surprise, "Yes?" Maybe Peter did want to-

"Can I go visit Tino and Berwald?" Peter stared at his breakfast.

Arthur blinked and tried to banish the sinking feeling in his gut,"Tino and Berwald the people who kidnapped you?"

"Yes."

"In prison?"

"Yes."

Arthur rubbed his face. Life wasn't fair, "When?"

"Tomorrow."

"Fine."

Happy Hetalia Day! This is the last chapter of this story and I hope that you have enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you so much for all of the continued support! I will now try to finish my Cardverse fic and start some oneshots.

Question: Do you want a sequel? Warning: If I do write a sequel to Crimes, it will NOT be from Emil and Arthur's perspective. Right now I'm thinking on trying Lukas and Peter, but I don't know yet.