Hello! So this happens to be my absolute favorite chapter we've written so far (KiPanda says different), but whatever. Just to let you know, France and Netherlands are the main antagonists in this fiction. Also, Lukas and Mathias are lawyers, who have been kicked out of their job because they're together, even though they're from opposing companies. Just thought you needed a little insight! There is also is a flashback within a flashback. You have been warned.

Lovino - 22

Francis - 25

Daan - 28

(Also Yao is 30 sorry)

During the three year span, things got hard for Emil.

After that confrontation with that annoyingly snarky Asian (he absolutely wouldn't admit that the guy was fricking hot), everything started happening so fast.

-Flashback-

Emil wasn't a high ranking police officer, but he got the job done. He mostly sealed with car tickets and arresting people for simple crimes like burning down people's houses for a stupid and humorous reason, not robberies and intense shootings.

So when Emil was assigned to take care of a much more difficult job, he panicked.

A little.

"Steilsson!" Elizaveta Hédevéry, the police office's captain shouted at Emil.

She was a tough captain, making sure everyone acknowledged her with a punctual "sir." She was definitely a tomboy, but she didn't mind wearing dresses. Emil didn't understand how this woman even became part of the police force at all.

Emil's head shot up from his paperwork, his violet eyes widening in surprise. Why was the captain, of all people, calling for him?

"Yes, sir?"

"You're going with Vargas to settle down some suspicions about some drug dealers downtown. Report back to headquarters afterwards."

Emil wasn't sure if he should be internally partying or internally screaming. Was this a promotion? "W-wait, sir. Why exactly did you choose me for the job?"

Captain Hédevéry smiled. "You haven't been handling enough manly crimes, Steillson. I've decided to make you take on this job to prove you're still a male!" Her Hungarian accent was thick, lacing between her English.

Emil rolled his eyes. Captain always had a strange way of persuasion. "Fine. I'll do it." Emil shrugged his police jacket on.

"Ah, wait! Steillson, before you go...You might need this." Captain Hédevéry tossed a black device into Emil's hands.

A rifle.

A loaded rifle.

Emil exhaled harshly, flipping his rifle into his gun holder on his belt.

Believe it or not, this was his first time using a gun.

x-Couple Minutes Later-x

"Oi, Snowy Boy. You the one I'm assigned with?" A brown haired police officer walked forward. A stray curl of hair bounced away from his hat, and a permanent scowl was etched into his face.

Rude, Emil thought. "Yeah. You're Vargas?"

Officer Frownie Face nodded. "I'm Lovino."

Emil held back a sigh of relief. Thank God it's not the other brother...

As if to answer Emil's fleeting thoughts, Lovino fixed his cap and mumbled, "Feliciano quit so he could start his own stupid fancy Italian restaurant and marry an equally stupid as hell potato bastard."

Well, good for him, Emil thought to himself.

"I guess we're supposed to start our assignment now, or something." Emil shuffled his feet uncomfortably.

Lovino said nothing, only gesturing Emil to follow him.

"Get in the passenger. I'll drive us there." Lovino opened the door to the driver's,

The Emil today would've known better than to let an Italian drive a car.

The Emil from three years ago was a clueless idiot. And, like it was said, things happened so fast.

Lovino didn't even put on a seatbelt.

Emil didn't have time to fasten his.

-Not Even A Little While Later-

"OH MY GOD, SLOW DOWN! YOU'RE GOING TO GET US PULLED OVER!"

Lovino had bulleted past seven stop lights in a matter of minutes, and he had flipped off about a whole crowd of drivers with his reckless and fast speeding.

"What, this? Come on, we cops do the pulling over. We aren't going to get tickets or anything."

"THEN I'LL GIVE YOU A SPEEDING TICKET MYSELF!" Emil screamed.

"Riding around with the tomato bastard wasn't this rowdy..." Lovino murmured under his breath.

"SERIOUSLY, STOP DRIVING. I'M GOING TO SPIT OUT THE MACKEREL I HAD FOR BREAKFAST!"

Lovino slammed his foot on the brakes. "Not on the dashboard! And besides, look! We're already here!"

Emil staggered out of the car, a hand covering his pale lips and the other clutching feebly at his stomach. "...I'll dr-drive...next...time..."

Lovino scoffed. "No way in hell, Mackerel Mouth. Let's get this job over with."

Emil groaned, straightening out his wrinkled clothes and clutching at the gun on his belt. "Captain Hédevéry said that we need to, and I quote, 'settle down some suspicions about drug dealers downtown.'"

Lovino made a face. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?! There aren't any drug-"

Before Lovino could even finish his sentence, a guy came running past them, sporting a strange briefcase in one hand.

Emil stumbled with his gun. "H-hey! Stop! Come back here!"

Lovino sprinted after the running man. "HVPD! STOP RUNNING AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP BEFORE I SHOOT YOUR DAMN HAND OFF THAT BRIEFCASE!"

Emil sighed and ran after the policeman. Really, this job should be paying him more than he earns.

When Emil had caught up with Lovino, he had pinned down the guy with the briefcase, despite the rough landing with a muddy rain puddle. The man with the briefcase grunted uncomfortably, giving Lovino a few choice words.

Lovino spat in the guy's face, muttering something nasty in Italian and taking the briefcase. "Let's see what a bastard like you has been hiding..."

Emil watched the officer shuffle through the briefcase. "Is this the drug dealer we've been looking for?

Lovino threw several dozen packets filled with a powdery substance at Emil. "Check it out for yourself."

Emil held up a small packet and wiped some powder off of his hands. "Heroin."

Lovino smirked and held up the dealer's head up by his hair. "Oi, what's your name, bastard?"

The very scared drug dealer stuttered a little before answering. "I-it's M-M-Morro...Morro Kevin Jameson. Please don't mess up my hair..."

Lovino scoffed and yanked at the mess of brown locks again, the gel and spray holding it up surely gone by now. "Okay, Officer Fish Breath. We got him. Let's go back to the station and turn this jerk in."

Emil narrowed his light purple eyes. "Wait. There's something I need to ask this guy." He walked up to Morro, holding up a packet to his face. "Are there any more dealers in town? Do you know anybody else that might've been dealing drugs in the area?"

Morro shrugged. "I-I-I don't know! I mean...there was a gang of guys that I know selling things around a little west from here, but other than that, I don't know anybody else."

Emil nodded, holding up a pair of handcuffs. "We have all the information we need. Now, turn around."

Morro seemed perturbed by this and started struggling against Lovino's grasp-which was now tightened around his hands. "N-no! Wait, don't turn me in! I have a whole bunch of buddies that'll miss me! I'll give you a dozen packets of heroin to shut you up! Here, take 'em for free!"

Emil rolled his eyes and snapped the handcuffs around Morro's wrists. "Sorry, Mr. Jameson. You're under arrest for possessing illegal drugs and trying to deal them to an officer."

"Oi, Fish Breath."

Emil turned around, a vein popping from his head upon being called by such an irritating nickname.

Lovino pushed Morro towards the police car. "I'll keep this guy in check in the car. You go ahead and handle the others west from here. I'll catch up with you later as soon as I drag this druggie's ass to the station."

Emil nodded, returning to walking west. Isn't it dangerous searching for dealers on my own? I'll be outnumbered...All I have is a single rifle after all...

A little while later, after some serious walking, Emil heard a throaty laugh echo from the distance. Is this the place...?

The neighborhood he had entered wasn't exactly safe, and from watching the news, quite a few shootings were staged here.

"Who's there?" Emil asked, swallowing down his anxiety.

"What an absolutely adorable little police officer!" The throaty voice cooed. "Having fun playing dress up, cutie?"

Emil chose to ignore the voice, forcing down another round of pure fear. "HVPD, show yourself. Drop your weapons and walk forwards slowly."

"Ooh, how scary. If I drop my weapons, sweetie, how are my friends and I going to escape from you?"

Emil huffed a sigh. "I'll give you three more seconds. Drop your weapons, and come here. Three...

...Two...

...One-wha-?!"

A large hand snaked around his waist and pulled him back, another hand clapping around his mouth. Emil tried to scream for help, biting and (oddly enough) licking the hand that held his voice captive. A ragged cloth was stuffed into his mouth, and a thin ribbon of leather was wrapped around his wrists.

"You're under my arrest now, Officer."

That was the last thing Emil heard before his lights blinked out, and a heavy blow to his head knocked him out.

-line break cuz I know how to line break cuz I-

Emil woke up with his head throbbing thickly, as if his brain was melting through a microwave. He didn't want to wake up, and he definitely didn't want to be here. He found himself on the outside of some ratty worn down building, no one in sight.

Wait a second.

"Where...where am I?" Emil half groaned, struggling against the bonds that fused his wrists together. The gag that prevented him from speaking had loosened and fallen off.

"You mean you don't remember me? You don't remember where you are?" A different throaty voice answered, this voice more like a deep grunt than the throaty, seducing sort of voice earlier.

Emil cursed in Icelandic, his native language. "No, I don't. All I remember and want to do is to get out of here and arrest you for kidnapping and drug dealing."

The first throaty deep voice , echoing and bouncing off the walls. "Maybe if you took a closer look at my face, you would remember."

And then, he came out of the shadows.

"...! You! You're the guy that murdered my parents!" Emil struggled against his bonds.

Yes, Emil clearly remembered. He remembered every detail that day.

-A FLASHBACK WITHIN A FLASHBACK-

"You said you'd pay me...You said you had the money..." A dark voice growled lowly, directing his attention towards Emil's parents.

"I'm sorry, we did have it! We swear! It's just that...we had to use it...we're poor enough as it is!" Emil could hear his mother's tears splashing onto the floor like thick waterfalls.

It was strange. Emil didn't even know why his parents were fighting. Big Brother was shaking and trembling scared...but why?

"You know what happens if you don't have my money...We made a deal...And you both broke it."

The floorboards shook from panicked stepping, and Emil could just make out the silhouettes of his parents and that strange visitor.

"Big Brother...what is Móðir and Faðir doing with that strange man? Bróðir?" Emil tugged on Lukas' nightgown curiously, his violet eyes shining with confusion.

Lukas said nothing, only pressing a finger to Emil's lips and holding his small body close to him.

"Please, you're being too rash about this. It was only a one time thing, this deal we made with you."

"I take no mercy on people who break their promises."

Lukas had managed to sneak himself and Emil just behind the wall where they could see everything. "Bror...we have to be quiet. Don't go over this line, or else you'll have to owe me all your mackerel for a week." Lukas traced an invisible line in front of him, and Emil stepped back, still a little confused.

"But...but Bróðir, Ma and Pa are with that weird guy...what are they doing?"

Lukas only sighed, and kneeled down in front of Emil so they were at the same height. "Lillebror, listen. If that big man finds us, he might hurt us and Mor and Far. So we have to be quiet and make sure he doesn't find us."

Emil nodded; Lukas was the storebror, so he knew more than Emil, having be six years apart. "Okay...I'll try to be quiet."

"Too late, mes petits." A thick French accent laced in with another stranger's English.

Lukas yelled out, pushing Emil behind him. "Get away from us!" He kicked his shin, causing the Frenchman to yelp in pain.

"Ah, but mes petits! I haven't finished dealing with you, yet!"

Lukas and Emil ran as fast as they could.

Straight into the not-French scary guy's clutches.

"Hm. Who's this?" A strange Dutch accent asked.

Emil and Lukas' mother paled. "They're...my-my children. Please...Please don't hurt my beautiful elsklings..."

Their father, instead of cowering away in fear, glowered. "Do not hurt my children, or I will make sure this is the last deal you make with anyone."

The large intimidating man cracked a faint smile, but it disappeared quickly, back into a frown. "I see." He grabbed Lukas by the neck of his nightgown and held him up, a gun resting on the side of his head.

"Mor! Far! Help!" Lukas' eyes rested on Emil. "Run, lillebror! Run! Get away!"

Emil didn't get far, for the Frenchman had captured him within his gloved hands. Frenchy made a clicking noise at the back of his throat. "Non, non, non, mes petit! I don't think so!"

Emil screamed and flailed his hands wildly. "STOP, STOP! LET ME GO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO BACK TO MY BROTHER! LUKAS! LUKAS HELP!"

Lukas only watched Emil sadly. "Bror, hold on. Just...J-just be quiet and pray, okay?"

Suddenly, Emil's mother crouched down low, as if bowing down to the strange Dutch accented guy. "Please...let my children go free. We..." She looked back at her husband, who reluctantly nodded. "We...we will sacrifice ourselves for our children's safety."

The Dutch threw Lukas against a wall, and the Frenchman released his grip on Emil, only after he planted a kiss on Emil's forehead. Emil wiped his forehead off and ran towards his brother, shaking his shoulders lightly.

"Stóri bróðir?"

Lukas groaned in pain, feeling the back of his head with his hand. When he pulled his hand away from his head, it was smeared with blood. "Lillebror...what is Mor and Far doing? What...what happened?" He sat up abruptly.

Emil shrugged his shoulders, trying to look for his mother and father hidden by the large Dutch accented man's body.

A scream erupted out of their mother's mouths, and a small thump shook the ground. Lukas and Emil sat wide eyed, never leaving their father's slack face. Emil couldn't stop screaming, his tears diluting the thick blood that coated the floor like a second layer of polish. A large gash tore open the flesh of their father's stomach, leaking thick streams of blood. The Dutchman held a blood dripping knife in his hand, an apathetic expression on his face.

"You said you would sacrifice yourself for your children's safety."

Lukas finally got the memo, and he carried Emil over his shoulder. "We have to run, Emil. We have to get away from here."

Emil clapped his hands over his ears and shut his eyes tightly, screaming and screaming. "Móðir! RUN, GET AWAY FROM HIM!"

Emil, though his hands were covering his ears, thought he heard the sound of an apologetic Frenchman, and a gunshot, entering his mother's body and stopping her screams halfway.

-END OF FLASHBACK IN A FLASHBACK-

A blonde haired, about middle aged man stepped out of the shadows, a crimson rose jutting out of the pocket of his suits. "Ah, mon cher, you remember me now, yes?"

Emil fought back his angry tears that threatened to spill over. "Yeah, I do remember. I don't see why you have to kidnap me while I'm on the job."

"Your parents didn't pay me back yet." Another guy slipped out from the shadows, a vertical scar marring the spot on the right side of his forehead.

Emil rolled his eyes. "I don't see how that matters with me. I don't get paid much."

"We don't care. We don't want you to pay. We want your brother to."

Emil's eyes bugged. "My brother?!"

The Frenchman laughed. "Your brother is a well known lawyer, yes? We're just using you as bait."

Emil bit back his tongue. Rude. I don't want to be used as bait. That's a way too submissive role.

The larger, scar faced blonde turned around and stuffed a smoking pipe to his mouth. "Do what you want with him, Francis."

Francis smirked, a mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes. "Oh, I will, Daan. Honhonhon~..."

Emil shouted for help, eyes desperately searching for a car speeding down the street.

Anyone...anyone at all...?

Lovino...what's taking you so long?

"I've seen a lot of cute boys in my time, mon cher, but I've never seen one as cute and unique as you~!" Francis stroked the Icelandic's head of silver hair, and traced around one of Emil's lavender eyes.

"Don't touch me, and do me a favor: Stay away from me." Emil snapped back, shrugging away from Francis' stroking on his hair.

"Honhonhon, but mon cher~ I'm allowed to do whatever I want..." He stared untying Emil's ropes, but escape clearly wasn't in the picture.

"I'll arrest you for sexual harassment."

"Ah, yes, the handcuffs." Francis winked suggestively, and Emil jerked away from the Frenchman.

"Gross! You're a real pervert, you know that?"

"Hm? I just have normal adult urges, mon petit! I'd love to- ACK!" The Frenchman screamed in pain, clutching his shoulder, a bullet having gone through.

"Get in." A voice called out, pushing the passenger door open.

Emil thanked whatever force that had saved him. Closing the passenger door behind him, he smiled in relief. "Thanks, Lovino. I thought I was going to be eaten alive by that guy."

"...'M not Lovino...Lillebror."

Oh. It's him.

"What are you doing here, Bróðir?" Emil made a face at Lukas in distaste.

"Would you rather I left you with that horny French guy again?" Lukas kept his eyes at the road, expression apathetic despite the obvious signs of amusement in his voice.

Emil grabbed his seatbelt protectively. "Hell no!"

Lukas smiled faintly as he tucked his gun back into a hidden car pocket under the dashboard.

Emil frowned. "Where'd you get the gun in the first place? And you still haven't answered my question yet, Lukas."

"I go down this path every day coming home from work. As for the gun...it's for protection, lillebror."

"Doesn't answer where you got it."

"Why does it matter to you?"

"Because it does."

"Maybe I just wanted a gun, Emil. It doesn't matter where or how I got it." Lukas sounded exasperated.

Emil glared and stomped his foot on the brakes, forcing the car to pull over to the curb. "Tell me where you got the gun, Lukas! I can arrest you for stealing a weapon without a proper form!"

Lukas rolled his eyes. "God, bror, you're so uptight! I just got the gun from a fr-acquaintance of mine! We went to some kind of rifle store to get the papers signed instead of having a lunch break, that's it!"

Emil frowned, and gestured with his hands. "The papers. Let me see them."

Lukas sighed and reached out from the passenger compartment, shoving a packet of papers towards Emil. "I even made extra copies in case my fr-acquaintance spilled anything on the papers. So am I under arrest, Officer Bror?"

Emil's frown grew deeper. "No, I guess not. But here's the real question, bróðir; who is the friend that you keep talking about?"

Lukas kicked the car back into gear. "None of your business."

The Icelandic crossed his arms. It wasn't until Lukas had stopped at the station that his stóri bróðir spoke up.

"Okay, look. My...friend...is a lawyer that works for an opposite company. He isn't exactly a friend either...he's...we...are boyfriends. I don't know exactly how it happened, but...it's nice."

Emil raised an eyebrow. "But isn't having an affair with a guy of an opposite company not allowed?"

Lukas nodded. "Ja. Which is why...I'm going to quit my job."

"WHAT?!"

"Bror, you can support us. You still have a job."

"Us?!"

"Well...Mathias-my boyfriend...he was fired from his job once his boss found out about us."

Emil pinched the bridge of his nose. "God, bróðir, I wasn't even thinking about working here anymore! I don't want to be a damn police officer anymore! I was almost harassed today, and I was abducted and had to deal with a wacko driving Italian! I don't want this-"

"Then give it to me."

It took Emil a little while to process his words. "...What?"

Lukas smirked. "You said you didn't want your job anymore, and clearly, I don't want to us to be unemployed and poor for the rest of our lives."

Lukas pulled out his cellphone from his front pocket and dialed a number.

"Hello? Is this Mat-Oh, so it is you, idiot.

No, I didn't call you for-for something perverted and horny like that! No, I just called to tell you that I found a job at the police station. My lillebror is lifting his position, and he's going to introduce me to his boss."

Emil stuck his tongue out.

"Is something like that even allowed? How do I know you're not just going to goof around? I don't even think my brother will get you in on the job." Suddenly, Lukas' face turned an unusual red color. "No! I am not going to let you see me dressed like that! This is a serious job, Dane!"

Emil leaned closer, straining his ears to hear Lukas' boyfriend's voice.

"BUT LUKE, YOU'LL LOOK SO SMOKING HOT IN THAT UNIFORM! I WANNA PEEK, AND THE ONLY WAY I'LL BE ABLE TO SEE MY NORGE IS IF I GET THE JOB WITH YOU!" The voice blasted into Emil and Lukas' ears, leaving a very disturbed Emil and a very pissed "Norge."

"I didn't need to hear that..." Emil scooted back into his seat.

"Mathias, shut up for a bit, will you? I'll...I'll ask, okay? But only because you kept whining about it... Goodbye." Lukas ended his call red faced and clearly flustered. "I'm...sorry that you had to hear such perverted words coming out of this phone...lillebror."

Emil shrugged. "Well, it doesn't really matter. I had something similar happen to me, except it wasn't over the phone. But that isn't important. I'll try to convince Captain Hédevéry about you and Mathias working here, and I'll step down from my place."

-End of Flashback-

In the end, Lukas and Mathias started working as police officers, the slimy Frenchman and the intimidating Dutchman continued to roam the streets (though no one heard of them yet), and Captain Hédevéry managed to keep Emil as a consultant for the police.

Emil heaved a sigh and rearranged his cubicle. Any moment now, Bror and Mathias will be running through the door eating each other's mouths or bickering about some stupid assignment...

As if on cue, Mathias and Lukas came stumbling in, Lukas grabbing onto Mathias' tie to press a kiss to his lips.

Strange. They're usually trying to swallow each other up with passion. Unless they brought an important guest with them...

"Hey, Icy! We brought a present for you!" The Dane snickered, only to have Lukas yank at his tie in a not-so-intimate-gesture.

"...What...?" Emil raised an eyebrow at Lukas, his eyes questioning his older brother, searching for evidence.

"You'll love it, lillebror. Captain Hédevéry already approved of it."

Emil pinched the bridge between his nose. "God, Stóri bróðir, just spit it out!" Using the phrase "Stóri bróðir" always got Lukas to spill whatever secrets he had.

Lukas managed to maintain his apathetic expression through the whole thing. "We've got you...a new consultant. Now you can get help on the job. Isn't that great, Bror?"

Emil sighed. "I guess. Who is it?"

Mathias smiled. "Come on in, Wang."

Wang...why did that surname sound so familiar?

Emil's eyes widened.

Choppy brown hair that fell to his jaw.

Golden eyes that seemed to tease at every angle.

That same apathetic expression that Lukas wore, except Emil could tell that there was definitely something mischievous hiding under there.

Long fingers that held his attention, even at a slack position, they were beckoning him closer.

Not this guy.

Anyone but him.

"Why did you bring someone with a criminal record here to help me with work?" Emil's eye twitched irritably. "I even arrested him myself!"

Lukas shrugged. "We tugged some strings for him. The captain said 'okay.'"

Emil sighed. "Bror, you're a jerk."

In that moment, the Asian decided to speak up.

"Hi, I'm Wang Li Xiao. But you can call me Leon." He outstretched his hand, and Emil took it.

"I'm Emil Steillson. And it's just Emil..."

And then Leon kissed his hand.

Emil's face flushed. Bróðir didn't even stop him?! What the hell?!

"It'll be an honor to work with you, my princess." Leon's face was apathetic, but the beginning curves of a smile were threatening to show.

"Oh, shut it." Emil tried to hide his flush, his attempts being unsuccessful.

And that voice. His voice would be able to kill Emil just by saying his name!

And so, the fortunate misfortunes of Emil Steillson began, starting with that totally hot Wang Li Xiao.