A/N: I added Canada to the blue division, as he's usually just mistaken for America anyway, so why not? I'm really glad I did, actually, because it made this chapter A LOT easier to write.

I'd also like to thank anyone who reviewed!

Anyway, enjoy!

Interviewing Possible Witnesses – Blue

8:30 a.m. Assignment begins.

Today my partner and I were told to track down witnesses that could have overheard the contents of the meeting, seeing as despite Officer Lars Vea's prodding, the prisoner Mathais Langer refuses to give up any information.

"He won't. Tell me. Anything." Lars was beyond fed up with the Dane. "GO! Find someone who will ACTUALLY GIVE US INFORMATION!"

Their boss nodded. "'F he's n't tell'ng 's th'ngs, 't's a pr'blem. G' f'x 't."

After taking a few minutes to interpret what exactly they had been told to do, Alfred F. Jones saluted the man.

"You can count on me! I'm a her, I'll save the city one way or another!"

"The only thing you'll be saving," The Norwegian snapped, "is me any more trouble. Now, get to it."

8:38 a.m. Headed to Dunkin' Donuts.

Officer Jones woke up too late and forgot to eat breakfast (again) so we'll be making a stop for breakfast (sorry, sir!). With any luck we'll be back to work within a half an hour.

"Matt…" The "hero" whined, "I'm hungry! Can we stop and get some food? Pleeeeease?"

His brother scowled, but obliged. "Never again. Next time you either have to get up on time or at least grab something on the way out."

Matthew Williams was lying through his teeth. The American had a lot of control over him, if only because he was so damn annoying.

8:47 a.m. Parked at Dunkin' Donuts.

Waiting in the car for Officer Jones to make his purchase.

"Hmm." Alfred tapped his lips with his index finger pensively. "Do I want jelly donuts? Glazed? There are so many choices!" He was like a little boy in a candy shop, except for the fact that he was a grown man in a Dunkin' Donuts. Which were, apparently, pretty much the same thing.

9:13 a.m. Still parked at Dunkin' Donuts.

This is insane. I'm going in.

While the exuberant man was still in the middle of pondering the choices, the doors burst open.

"HE'LL HAVE TWO DOZEN!" The Canadian screamed. "IT DOESN'T MATTER WHICH TYPE! GO, GO, GO!"

More than a little disturbed, the poor employee began filling the boxes as fast as possible and racing to the cash register.

"Here, this should cover it." The man handed him thirty dollars, seeming much more subdued. "Just… keep the change"

And with that he despairingly picked up the donuts and dragged the man who had been holding up the line out the door.

9:15 a.m. En route to the restaurant.

I successfully retrieved Officer Jones from the Dunkin' Donuts. We are now on our way to the restaurant where the meeting took place to evaluate the worth of the owners as possible witnesses.

"Matt, you're a genius!"

"Hn?"

"You just got a bunch of different kinds of donuts! That's so much more exciting than picking a few kinds! Way to go, man!"

"…"

It was truly a miracle that Matthew had not killed his brother yet.

9:39 a.m. Arrived at restaurant.

We'll be talking to the owners soon. Hopefully Officer Jones won't do anything too stu… too much stupider than what he's already done.

"Hey!" The louder man banged on the door. "This is the police! Open up!"

The door quickly opened. "Like, what do you think you're doing? It's like six in the morning, and I need my beauty sleep!"

"Feliks! That's a police officer!" A rather nervous looking man appeared and began to chide him… her? "Don't talk to him like that! Besides, it's around 9:40." He turned to Alfred. "Sorry about that, he's pretty short tempered."

"Hey!" Feliks looked slightly offended.

"It's not a problem! A hero always forgives people!"

The Polish man snorted. "Do you, like, hear this guy, Toris? He's not a hero, he ruined my beauty sleep! Ugh, what am I supposed to do now?"

"Hey, I am too a hero!"

"Like, you totally aren't!"

"Am too!"

"Are not!"

"Am too!"

"Are not!"

11:32 a.m. At McDonald's.

Toris Laurinaitis and I finally managed to pull Officer Jones and Feliks Łukasiewicz apart after two hours of them engaging in a pointless argument. As it happens, they were out of town until yesterday, when the Purple Division came to collect evidence (which explains why Mr. Laurinaitis looked so nervous, a run-in with Officer Braginski can do that to anyone). Figures. Anyway, Officer Jones has declared it time for lunch, so we're going to McDonald's. Again.

"Yaaaaay!" The American bounded over to the counter eagerly, his brother following reluctantly behind. "I'll have eight burgers!"

"Alright." The woman behind the counter gave him a strange look, but told him the cost of his meal nonetheless. He paid eagerly and ran to the other end of the counter to wait for his food. "Next!" The woman announced, not looking up from the register.

The Canadian approached. "Um, I would like…" He began.

The woman looked up. "Nobody left, huh?" She shrugged.

Matthew was not pleased.

11:52 a.m. Returning to the precinct.

Let's face it, we're not getting anything done and we're not going to get anything done. Also, I'd like to request a transfer into a different division, preferably espionage. I would be much more useful there than I am here.

Request denied, you're the only one who can keep Officer Jones somewhat on track. Keep at it, Officer Williams.

A/N: So yeah, Sweden's their boss. Sorry if I did the way he speaks wrong. Also this seemed like a good time to introduce Poland and Lithuania (read: I didn't want to make the owners of the restaurant nobodies), so that's why they're there.