Chapter 19, The Man

The instant that London was able to get off the morphine (without him complaining of course) was the time England was seriously able to question him.

"Brother?"

"Mmm?" Asked London as he looked up from his tea; a questioning look on his face. On the contrary, it was actually like staring at Sherlock Holmes; the deep knowledge that was like staring into a bottomless pit that the green eyes held, the quirk of the eyebrow as he gave the questioning look, paired up with the look that said that he was taking you apart, piece by piece. His face, void of any emotion; which made you doubt weather you were seeing the true emotion or not. It sometimes gave people quite the headache. (King Alfred can relate and vouch)

"Dear lord, William; why do you always look like that when someone questions you?" he said exasperatedly. Actually, he knew exactly why. When her majesty assigned them both to catch Jack the Ripper, William stayed with their best detective for months. That is, the original Sherlock Holmes and of course his partner Dr. John Watson. It's perfectly understandable to how he acquired certain quirks, as the two often bantered with each other. Such as, sitting on the couch with his knees drawn up in thought, and that damn expression.

His lips quirked up a bit as he replied, putting down the tea, "Off, course; you know exactly why. You even thought about it, you always relax your frown and your shoulders relax".

England sighed as he shook his head, "Alright, then what about the stabbing?"

He brought his hands together as he stared silently in thought, "He seemed strikingly familiar. Black eyes, purple hair, pale skin".

He brought the tea back to his lips as he sips; his expression void.

"Ah, Inglaterra? Londres?" said Spain, knocking on the door slightly. Romano, France, and Prussia popped in along next to him.

"Tea bastard two isn't spouting none sense again is he?" asked Romano.

"Eh? It seems like he iz, not looking very well oui?" asked France, a bit two feet away from London. Just in case he decided to throw his tea at him; which he wouldn't, why waste a perfectly good tea on Frog bastard, would have been his thought.

"Kesesesesese, Cam is in his 'Sherlock' mode," he said, smiling slightly.

"Sherlock? Isn't he a character from that book?" asked Romano, not saying a bad thing; since it might piss the younger brother off. Frankly, that is the last thing he wanted to do; with the whole manor incident, it would be a lie to say that they weren't all traumatized. Especially that last conversation they had with London when England was getting his tea. That was not a fond memory.

England had got up as he said he was going to get himself some tea for lunch, London had asked him if he can get one as well; as he claimed that he needed to speak with certain countries.

London remained seated cross legged, as he waited for the other nations to go out for their lunch break. The ones he requested to remain, of course remained. He already had this conversation with their brothers, so it was not needed. America, France, Spain, Romano, Italy, Germany, Japan, Italy, China, and Russia were there. Prussia was not, because he was well, Prussia; he didn't need to be.

He let out a smile that sent shivers through everyone on edge, it was a smile no doubt; it was creepy as hell though.

"I know you all have an affection for England," he said; he raised his hand to stop the obvious claims of rejection. And yes, he was in 'protective/sherlock' mode.

"It's no concern for me who he chooses, I'm not going to be the damn fucking antagonist of the two lovers. That would be terribly cliché, and knowing Arthur he's already the problem as it is. However," he glared at them hard, showing a vampire smirk, and promising pain, "If you hurt him, mentally, or physically in anyway. I. Will. Make. You. Burn".

He pointed at Germany and America, "I'll let you two slide, Alfred; I knew it was for your people. Ludwig, I know it was the result of your, no offense, fucking ape shit crazy früer. You can't blame me for being angry, I was stuck in a comma for months because of him. So, consider yourself warned, because I'm not going easy on any of them".

He pulled out a gun out of his coat pocket, them catching a glance of another gun on the other side; the gun was huge. Even America doubted that he could shoot it with one hand. He pointed a shot, the gun sounding like there was a silencer attached. He then spoke on the phone,

"Chief, I got him. The man's in the 20th floor directly vertical in my direction. Clean up well".

He turned to them, "Sniper assassin, they gave a threat to kill one of us in this meeting this morning. Of course, her majesty had me take care of it, no doubt England took out the rest while he was out. So, again; don't hurt England, physically or mentally. I will make your torture look like nothing".

And that was right were England came.

"FUCK!" said London, breaking Romano out of his thoughts.

London looked a tiny bit freaked out as his eyes were wide, and his hands gripped the table, making his knuckled grow white as he he held it in a death grip.

He turned to England, the color quickly draining from his face, "I figured out who was the guy who stabbed me".

"Who?"

"Ao oni," London said.

A/n: Well there you go, Chappie 19. Nice to say I got over the ear infection ^.^, frankly, I re-read the other Chapter I was laughing my ass off. Hehe, yep; definitely was not in the right state of mind that day. Well, I own nothing but London and the plot. Please review, or follow, or fav. Either do what floats your boat, or what you haven't done as my goal is to get to 75 this week. Happy waiting, good night!