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You began your slow journey home, humming a soft tune to yourself to pass the time. You had no rush to get home, seeing your parents were off on a business trip for the weekend. The house was yours until Sunday night. You remembered from somewhere a tune about a girl waiting for her lost lover during a day like this. You began to sing quietly to yourself.
"Far beyond the rolling prairie where the noble forests rise,
dwells the sweetest little maiden ever seen by mortal eyes.
She was something like the sunlight..."
As you walked, you slowed, beginning to notice a white car cruising behind you, always keeping a safe distance. You were a little afraid at first, thinking it might be a pervert or some insane kidnapper, until you noticed the license plate on the front:
"Sherrif's department"
Hmm. So it was the police. Strange. What did they want with you? You stopped and wandered back over to the Police car, where upon it suddenly skid backwards like a surprised cat. Shouts and arguing ensued in the car, and you couldn't help but stop and look after it with confusion. What kind of Policemen were these guys?
Still, against your better judgement, you approached the car.
It had stopped, but arguing was still ensuing inside.
"Bloody Wanker!" A very angry, flustered voice shot at another occupant.
"Prend un pour connaître un, chien britannique" A suave, French voice replied.
"Geez, will you two please stop fighting, aru~!" came a third, younger voice.
You tapped lightly on the tinted window, unable to see anyone inside. "Um...hello?" You asked hesitantly.
"Gah! It's her!"
"What should we do, aru~?"
" 'Dis." replied another. The back door to the car was thrown open, making you stumble backwards a bit and drop your books. A large, strong, gloved hand reached out and grabbed your arm. Already being off balance, it was easy for the officer to yank you into the car. You ended up laying sideways in the back seat, upon what seemed like another officer.
Before you could protest, the door slammed shut behind you.
"Please drive, America."
Without further ado, the main in the driver's seat floored the gas pedal, making the car lurch forward and squish you up against a trio of strong, well built chests.
"Slow down you Bloody Git! She doesn't have a seat belt!" a voice wheezed.
"This is the US! She doesn't need a seat belt!" the driver laughed.
You suddenly came to your senses, realizing that in a sense, you were being kidnapped.
"What do you think you are doing?" you yelped. "Let me go! I-I-I'll call the police!!"
Five stares greeted you, all with a look of: "Yeah, like that will work."
"Oh. Right" You sighed. "What kind of Policemen are you?"
The person in the passenger seat, a man with chin length blonde hair, stubble, and bright blue eyes smiled coyly. "I'm afraid we aren't your average policemen, Mon cherie"
You blushed a bit at the sound of the attractive man's reply. "W-where are you taking me?" you asked, squirming a bit.
"Back to the station." the driver replied. You could see him in the rear-view mirror. He had dark blonde, almost honey colored hair, with a cowlick right in his part, and blue eyes that looked you dead-center over a pair of wire rimmed glasses. "In the meantime, let me give you the rundown. I'm Alfred, this-" he jerked his thumb at the Frenchman. "-is Francis." Francis winked a blew a kiss your way.
"The trio back there is Arthur, Yao, and Ivan."
You craned your neck to see the trio.
There was a tall, very built man who was wrapped in a warm, navy blue trench-coat and beige muffler, who smiled cheerfully at you. "Privet!" he called.
Next to him, squished in between Ivan and the other man was a shorter, tanner man with long bangs to either side of his face, and a ponytail that hung over his shoulder. "Nihao..." he muttered, tilting his head away.
You turned last to the man called Arthur. He had his arms crossed and was determinedly refusing to meet your gaze. He had bright green eyes, shaggy blonde hair, and eyebrows so thick you almost swore they were caterpillars. "Afternoon" he coughed.
Francis turned around in his seat, almost sending the cap on his head askew. "Oh? England, why do you seem to be blushing?"
Arthur's face turned a bright red. "because she's laying in my la-" he stopped abruptly when he noticed you staring at him with a heavy dusty blush on your cheeks, now fully aware of your head in his lap.
"I-I'm so sorry! Here, I-" you bolted to s sitting position, only resulting in banging your head pretty solidly on the ceiling with a loud 'THUD'.
"Ow..." you moaned, falling back into your previous position.
"Goodness, are you all right, aru~?" Yao asked.
"Spinning...it's all spinning..." You muttered deliriously.
Arthur froze, shock all over his face. "Oh geez."
" 'dis assignment is going vell." Ivan remarked cheerfully.
~ ~ ~
About 10 minutes later the car pulled to a stop in front of a small, brick building. The whole party spilled out of the car like clowns in a clown car. You managed to get out of the car with Ivan's help, but still stumbled around a bit. You noticed however, that Ivan's eyes were steely, surveying the area, a hand half lifted, as if to retrieve something from his coat pocket if needed.
Francis, Yao, and Arthur were all like that, each carefully looking over the land, ready to take an action if need be.
You were so focused on them you didn't notice Alfred come up behind you. "Still dizzy?" he asked.
You nodded. "Yeah, a litt- WOAH!" without further explanation, Alfred scooped you piggy-back style onto his back, flashing you a wide, toothy grin.
"As the hero, I have to perform my duty" he mock-saluted you.
"Hey!" you yelped. "This is unnecessary!"
Francis chuckled, filing into the building behind you with the rest of the officers.
You were brought to a large office, with 6 separate desks and a large conference table in the middle, along with a small kitchenette in one of the corners.
You were set down as delicately as Alfred could manage in one of the conference table chairs. Then he and the rest of the officers shuffled off to do different chores.
You watched as Arthur strolled over to the kitchenette and took out a box of tea bags. "Hey!" he exclaimed. "Who ate my tea-biscuits?!"
Francis tapped his chin in thought, taking a seat next to you at the conference table. "I was wondering why Alfred was sick this afternoon." he pondered with mock thoughtfulness.
"Alfred~!" The Britt yelled, his eyebrows knitting together with anger.
Meanwhile, Yao came over to you and applied a cool ice bag to your forehead. "Yihan" He muttered. "My colleagues are rather rambunctious."
You blushed slightly at the close proximity of the Chinese man. "It's alright...I'd much rather like to know why I am here."
A loud 'Thump.' came from the other end of the table, where Alfred has slammed down a folder onto the table, making it shake. "Alright Dudes, listen up!"
Yao sighed with impatience and took his seat to the other side of you.
Arthur sat across from you, setting a platter of scones as tea on the table. Everyone drank the tea, but no-one dared touch the scones. After a bite, you knew why. You swallowed thickly. "Delicious" you coughed, making the Britt blush and turn away.
Alfred slid over a folder to you, his tone and expression becoming more serious. "In the past week there has been a recorded 5 cases of deaths near or around your neighborhood, ________."
You cautiously opened the folder, reading the case description.
"3 males, 2 females have died of different causes, ranging from poisoning, gunshot wounds, strangling, or the like."
You shivered involuntarily as you looked at one of the crime scene pictures. Yao set an awkward hand on your shoulder. You sent him a thankful smile.
"At each crime scene, a picture was found. That picture was always identified to be the next victim. Each victim had a relationship to the prior victim."
You swallowed again, shaking a bit.
"Did you know Ms. Cross?" Arthur asked you.
You nodded meekly. "I...did...?"
Albert nodded. "She was found yesterday in her garden, injected with a home-made mixture of hemlock."
You covered your mouth, trying and failing to hold back a gasp. "She was my old Piano teacher..." you whispered.
Ivan came back into the room, his eyes steely. "The building is as we left it, but I can't seem to find your brother." He told Alfred.
"Hmm...? Oh, Matthew. Right. He's probably in the bathroom or something."
Ivan nodded, distracted.
"Anyways-" Alfred turned back to you. "This picture was found at the site yesterday." he slid a photo over to you.
It was a roughly taken photo, probably taken from a cell-phone or something of the like. It showed you and a friend walking home from school, laughing and smiling.
"We've been instructed to take you into 'protective custody' until further notice." Arthur told you with a small wave of exaggeration.
You felt your hand being lifted and kissed lightly by a certain Frenchman, making you blush a hot pink. "Oui, we are at you service." he cooed.
"Bloody wanker" Arthur muttered, crossing his arms.
"Which also means..." Arthur threw his hands up, joyful mood returning. "You get to party here with us for the weekend!"
You scanned the room with confusion.
"What kind of cops are you?" you wondered aloud.
Francis winked. "Associated Lieutenants and Litigation Invulnerability Escort Services."
"ALLIES for Short." Ivan smiled.
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but being chased by a uhhh... that is not good :[
uhhh you put 'albert' instead of alfred or aurthur (I don't really know which one was supposed to be talking)
I SEE WUT U DID THAR.