Hello! Sorry for the long wait, but I had a big project coming up and stuff, so I hope you can forgive me .

Also, I watched all Doctor who episodes on Netflix… And two seasons of Sherlock…

Anyway, hope you enjoy

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When had it come to this? When had it become impossible to sit down, and enjoy a taste of your wonderful homeland, without being interrupted? When did it reach a point, where you had to engage in a ninja pursuit of members of the mafia, before even finishing your lunch? And why did it seem like these things happened on a daily basis?

Mathias scowled, and peeped out from the bush he was hiding behind. By the way, are you aware of how hard it is to do stealth mode on crutches? Just saying…

But anyway, he was following the tiny henchman, what was his name…Ravi…oli? Ravioli? Nah, he couldn't remember. He was the one who was always shaking. What was the deal with that anyway? Was he cold or something?

Mathias was pulled out of his thoughts by his phone vibrating. He pulled it out of his pocket, and looked at the display. Al had send him a message.

Dude, flee while you can!

Mathias brows came together in confusion. Why did he have to flee? It wasn't like he couldn't take out the little guy if he was discovered. Was there anything else he would need to flee from?

"Hello private Khøler."

Oh, that.

Mathias turned around, and found himself face to face with a seriously pissed German sergeant.

"So," the seriously pissed German sergeant said, "Where is private Vargas?"

Mathias swallowed. He was in serious trouble right now. Well, he could at least try to postpone the apocalypse a little bit.

"Uh, um, He's with Alfred and Gilbert." Mathias stuttered, and tried to flash a reassuring smile. It didn't work. At all.

"Oh, that's weird," Ludwig growled, "Because they said he was with you."

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"I can't believe he's that stupid." Gilbert said with a grin, as he tied the last knot around their prisoner, "Like we would ever let Mathias babysit Feliciano. Such an innocent mind as his needs responsible and awesome people like myself."

"Dude, he believed it, and that's all that matters." Said Alfred, and tossed the now bound and gagged second-in-command-commie-henchman into a nearby couch. "But if Mathias dies, it's your fault."

After they had told Ludwig that Feliciano was with Mathias (and that all responsibility for said Italian, or any harm inflicted to said Italian, should fall on Mathias, and Mathias only), they had decided to find out why Ivan Braginski's followers were lurking around the streets near headquarters. And the best way to find out was, of course, asking them.

So after a super combo-attack from the hero and his sidekick, and a long walk throughout town, with an unconscious prisoner wearing Gilberts spare sunglasses (which he, by the way, kept with him at all times, because of his awesome, but also quite sensitive, eyes), the duo had reached the temporary interrogation room - Gilberts apartment.

"So what do we do now?" Alfred asked. They had captured the spy, but they didn't exactly have a plan from this point on. The guy was not even conscious. Alfred looked over at Gilbert. "Got any ideas?"

Gilbert smirked. "Oh, I got tons. But first…" He walked towards the unconscious figure on the couch, still smirking.

"…First, we have to wake him up."

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"Dude…" Alfred whispered in disgust and disbelief, "That was just sick."

"It woke him up, didn't it?" Gilbert shrugged, and jumped away from the now kicking and screaming (if you can scream with tape covering your mouth) hostage.

"But you didn't have to do that!" Alfred exclaimed, "We are secret agents, not super villains. Who does that anyway?!"

"Oh, calm down," Gilbert laughed, as he dodged a kick from the struggling henchman (they really should have tied up his legs), "All I did was stick my finger in his ear. No big deal."

"Your wet finger!" Alfred shrieked, "That is just so disgusting!"

Gilbert just smiled, and went over to remove the tape from his traumatized victim, so the interrogation could begin.

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"So you're telling me, that you sent Feliciano back to the base when you saw Braginski's agent?" Ludwig asked. Mathias franticly nodded his head, and hummed in agreement.

"And you're completely sure he didn't get lost on the way or something?"

"Yes, sir!" Mathias exclaimed, relieved that it seemed like he wouldn't be killed by a pissed-of German. At least not right now anyway.

"Then it won't be a problem, if I phone commander Kirkland to ask if he came back safely?"

Mathias went pale. "Sir, there won't be a need for that, sir! No need for that at all!" he rambled quickly, "I, uhm… I already did that!"

"Oh, but it can't hurt to do it again can it?" Ludwig smirked, and took out his phone.

"But sir, I…" Mathias suddenly froze, and stared at the street behind Ludwig,

"…Sir?" he whispered.

"Hush Khøler, I'm trying to make a call." Ludwig said and started dialing the number.

"But sir, remember that Braginski agent we were following?" Mathias said, and pointed to something behind the German. "I think he's found us."

Ludwig slowly turned around, and saw a terrified teenager that he faintly recognized as Braginski agent, Ravis Galante, staring at him with wide eyes. He looked completely freaked out, as he probably hadn't expected to coincidentally run into the exact two people, he was trying to avoid.

They looked at each other for a moment, before the boy turned around and ran, closely followed by Ludwig, and, though not as closely, Mathias.

The chase was on.

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Kiku was in his room, in the middle of a phone call. He nervously paced back and forth, which was quite hard, as the rooms assigned recruits in training was quite small.

"So you're saying you can't get in contact with them?" He murmured into the receiver.

"No, I think they've been caught." A voice answered. "I don't know what to do."

"Well, I don't believe that's of my concern." Kiku snapped back, "This wasn't part of the deal."

"Oh, but it's very much your concern," the voice answered sadly, "You know what he'll do if you don't cooperate."

Kiku swallowed.

"I'll see what I can do about it." he said, and shut of the phone. He sat on the bed and buried his face in his hands. He sat like that for a couple of minutes, when suddenly, he heard somebody knock on the door. He got up, and opened the door, only to be met with pair of arms wrapping around him in a hug.

"Ve~, Kiku." The pair of arms chipped, "I got back!"

"V-Vargas-san? Why are you here" the baffled Kiku asked, "Weren't you supposed to be with the others?"

"Ve~, I got lost, so I decided to come back here!" Feliciano smiled at Kiku, and loosened his grip a bit, "Anyway, I'm going to get some lunch. Ciao~!"

Kiku watched as the happy Italian skipped down the hallway, and for the second time that day, he found that it was impossible to understand these people.

He then slipped out the door, and walked in the other direction.

He had stuff to do.

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Here you go

Even though I make a lot of this up along the way, I actually have some kind of story line planed… just if you wondered.