HEYA~! I'M BACK BITCHES! ;D

I DO NOT OWN HETALIA.

CHAPTER WARNINGS: REUNION, TALK OF DEATH.

Francis ran into the station like a madman. As soon as he saw Gilbert, he dashed toward the man with impeccable speed and grabbed his collar.

"What the hell is this…" Francis asked his friend, venom dripping in his voice.

"Huh?!" Gilbert looked confused.

"Don't act stupid. If this is a joke, I swear to god…"

"It's not a joke." Gilbert held up the photograph and pointed to a younger version of Matthew. "This is the boy I found without any of his memories."

Now Francis looked confused. "My Matthew doesn't remember anything…?"

"No. He got hit by a car and lost all his memories."

"WHAT?!" Francis yelled. "Where's my son?!"

Gilbert nervously pointed to the door of interrogation room '2b'. He grabbed Francis' arm before he stormed in there though. "I think he may have seen the killer. He saw a copy of your photograph covered in blood."

Francis paused. "Follow me." He said in a low voice, and dragged a confused Gilbert into the evidence room.

The blonde reached put on a top shelf before grabbing a small cardboard box. "I always suspected, but I never had any evidence." He opened it to reveal it's contents: A bloody photograph of Arthur and Alfred, a bag of ashes, a bloody stuffed polar bear, and two rings around necklace chains.

Gilbert raised an eyebrow at the bag of ashes and the rings. "These ashes are some of the remains of my old house. As for the rings… each one of my family has one."

They headed back to the interrogation room, to find Matthew sitting nervously in his chair. Matthew glanced up at the blonde in a dark blue uniform.

"Who are you?" Matthew asked the French man.

"Matthew, meet your father: Francis." Gilbert motioned for his friend to approach the table.

The French man didn't walk calmly; he leapt over the table and gathered Matthew up in a hug. "I thought you were dead… for 6 years…" Matthew felt tears on his red hoodie.

Matthew felt very uncomfortable, so he just lightly patted the man's hair and back.

Gilbert watched from afar, smiling at the reunion, checking his phone. He had 11 messages from an unknown number. He listened to the first one. "Detective? I have important evidence for your case. Bring Matthew." Gilbert recognized it as Ivan, the Russian man from the café.

"Francis, I said no." Vash stated. The French man pouted.

"Well why not? He's my son."

"Because Gilbert found him. And I think its best he stayed with Detective Beilschmidt until he regains his memories."

Francis glared at his friend.

"You can still visit Matthew though."

Francis smiled at his friend.

Gilbert internally groaned. Great, now he's going to have yet ANOTHER guest at his apartment.

Suddenly, Gilbert's phone started ringing. Of course, he answered. "Hello?" A raspy voice came from the other end.

"Who is this?" Gilbert asked curiously. "How did you get this number?"

"From my victim"

AW SNAP. IS IVAN DEAD?! Maybe... hehehe... Maybe not... YOU DON'T KNOW. REVIEW AND I'LL GET THE NEXT CHAPTER UP TOMORROW.