Disclaimer: me no ownie hetalia, it would be VERY differant if i did

One more confession

Paddy opened his mouth the speak but Arthur cut in his voice snide and angry, "Your brother is in jail right now Alfred, and he's gunna stay there until I pay for him to be released!" Patrick pulled Arthur unto his lap and soothed him gently, everyone in the room looked either disappointed or angry apart from Alfred who looked confused and Peter who was asleep.

"Don't be too harsh on the boy Arthur. It's not like you were perfect, remember your punk days?" Richard's welsh accented voice floated in from the kitchen followed by a chuckle from Edward."You mean those days he hasn't let go of yet?" He Asked his twin his accent being unidentifiable to Alfred. Paddy started to laugh the noise causing Peter to wake up."Remember t'e first time we met ya Ar'hur? We t'ought you were nothin' but trouble!" Paddy bellowed while he laughed. Alfred didn't understand what they were laughing about, no way his pop's was a punk when he was younger.

" Are you sure you're talking about my Pop's? There's no way he could have been a punk, he's too strict and high strung to do that... and why is Mathieu in jail? What's he done?" Alfred said truly believing what he was saying, paddy just shook his head and patted his shoulder and walked out. Patrick let go of his lovers waist and sat there quietly."He...bribed a police officer to stay quiet about a fight last night, the police officer wouldn't take it and arrested him and now he's locked up and facing a fine and/or jouvie." Arthur explained not looking up from his hands as if he was the one in the wrong. Alfred stood dazed for a minute his fists clenching his face hidden by his hair." Liar!" He screamed at them both before running up the carpeted stairs and slamming his bedroom door shut his red white and blue sign saying 'Alfred' falling off." Alfred wait!" shouted Arthur, Patrick grabbed his arm and shook his head." let him be sweetie...let him be"

Mathieu swore at himself as he tried to undo the handcuffs again. eventually he threw his hands into his lap and fell back against the cell wall. He couldn't believe he had been caught, now he understood why Ivan said to be careful. gripping his blonde locks he cursed in French. He cursed himself, his own idiocy for getting caught, his stupidity for trying to bribe that cop and get away. Eventually his hatred grew and grew, he began to hate the cop for arresting him, he hated his father for not helping him, he hated this stupid cell, he hated everything! He cursed out loud all of these things.

" -and that bâtard can go to putain l'enfer and take the putain la loi with him! He can go eat his own merde and do something about that dick growing out of son front!" He heard a chuckle nearby and looked around searching for the source.

His cell door was open and stood there was the most beautiful man Mathieu had ever seen. His long wavy blonde locks were pulled into a pony tail Mathieu's hands itched to pull the bobble out and run his hands through his hair , His eyes a crystal blue Mathieu couldn't help but get lost in them. His face was well structured with a broad chin with a little stubble on it. His lithe body was dawned in the Italian mafia's uniform, a plain white shirt and black tie. His jacket was folded over his arm. "Such fétide doesn't deserve the honour of escaping such beautiful lips as those. Oui?" He asked his French accent thick.

Mathieu was speechless. His voice was amazing, Mathieu's heart fluttered when hearing that voice. A deep chuckle from the Frenchman caused Mathieu to snap his attention back to him. The Frenchman was holding out his hand to Mathieu and smiling gently, "Come on, some-one like you doesn't belong in here." He said. Mathieu hesitated then took the hand standing slowly.

Ivan cursed loudly and slammed his fist on the desk, " I told him to be careful! I knew this would happen, you can't go around bribing every single Полиция человек, которого вы видите!Сын суки вызывает нас беда! " He shouted at the small Latvian in front of him, he was small and young a mob of pale blonde hair on his head and blue eyes, he was shaking a lot.

"u-um Wang Yao is here to see you sir a-and so is R-Romano Vargas, t-they both seem very impatient sir" The young Latvia said is voice small and a stutter making some of his words incomprehensible. He gulped as The Russian give him a cold stare.

"Bring them in Ravis and then get out of my sight" he ordered his words harsh and holding no emotion other then pure hatred.

Ravis nodded and rushed out of the study down the wood floored hall and to the waiting/living room."T-The boss says he will see you now" Ravis stuttered looking at the floor and fiddling with his red top pulling it out from the waistband of his skinny jeans, "h-he's not in a good mood so please don't make him too angry."

Ravis rushed to get away from them. Yao stood, his traditional Chinese tunic dropping to his knees his legs covered in white pants and his feet having black shoes on.

Placing his golden dragon pipe to his mouth taking a long drag as Romano straightened out his Armani suit standing. They both headed down the hall stopping in front of the door hiding Ivan's study.

"well," Yao said exhaling some smoke, "Lets go face the beast shall we?" The door suddenly flew open and Ivan stood there his face dark and angry "I do not like being likened to a beast Yao, especially by a snake like you."

Romano sighed, "Lets just get this over with." He stated stepping forward as Ivan moved out the way to let them in. With a short bow of the head Yao took a few steps in followed soon by Romano. Ivan closed the door and turned to them.

"I want confessions, and i want them fast or some-one is going to get hurt, Da?" Ivan said taking a step forward. His leather gloved hand reached for the metal pipe on the wall. He grabbed it as his face twisted into a sadistic smirk as he raised the pipe above his head, ready to strike.

Yay end of chapter! =^.^= R&R please, i lose inspiration when i get none OTL

Translation notes:

Putain l'enfer - F*cking hell

Putain la loi - F*cking law

merde - Sh*t

son front - his forehead

bâtard - b*st*rd

fétide - foul

Полиция человек, которого вы видите!Сын суки вызывает нас беда! - police officer you see! The son of a b*tch is causing us trouble!