The scene within Arthur's office can only be described as complete chaos. Hordes of detectives, police officers, and even the Kirkland Institute security guards ran around Arthur's office. Along with the police, came their high-tech equipment used to trace calls. Francis disliked the new technology that keeps coming out, especially personal computers. To him, new technology was just a way for people to become increasingly sedentary. Why meet up with someone when you can just contact them via webcam? Though, in situations like the one the institute was facing, Francis was thankful that technology served a useful purpose.

"Arthur," A familiar voice came from the crowd. Francis didn't even need to turn around to know who came to the scene.

"Bella Lambert," Arthur greeted after barking orders at the institute security guards to check on the status of his employees and inmates, "I wasn't expecting you to make a personal visit."

Bella Lambert is the local police chief, "it isn't a personal visit, Arthur. Believe me, I wish that was the case. I would've brought some homemade waffles. When was the exact time that you received the phone call?"

"About four hours ago," Arthur replied.

Bella quickly written down what Arthur had said on her notepad, "What was the exact nature of the call? Was it the usual violent threats against the institution? My department was called to this location quite a few times in the past over such cases."

"Yes," Arthur nodded, "some half-wit threatened to shoot up the place and then shoot me in the groin area. Our system still automatically records phone calls, so I'm confident that your department would catch the person soon. My guess is that it's either another young man pulling a stupid prank or it's another nutcase who thinks that I'm the bleeding devil for rehabilitating sex offenders. Last threat I had months ago turned out to be someone on the local sex offender registry."

"Well, we won't know anything until the call is traced." Bella replied and turned towards Francis, "I see that Francis is in here again. You know, I did a background check on Mr. Bonnefoy and found that his criminal record is as clean as a whistle. Mr. Bonnefoy only has a couple of traffic violations."

Arthur's jaw dropped, "This is hardly the time for such a matter!"

"Tell me who he is or I'm going to be forced to bring you both in for obstructing a police officer. You have already lied to me once before about him. He's not an actual prisoner here." She replied quite sternly. She was quite scary when she had gotten angry.

"I'm an actor, Miss Lambert," Francis admitted, after noticing Arthur's awkward silence, "I'm an actor, a contributor towards the institution, and Arthur's right hand man."

"Thank you, Mr. Bonnefoy," Bella only nodded. The friendly expression she had at the beginning was replaced with a poker face. It was the same type that she probably questioned criminals with back before becoming a police chief. "May I ask why you're dressed like the prisoners here?"

"As I said before, I'm only an actor. Arthur is doing personal research of his own institute to see how his own prisoners are adjusting to the changes. My job is to surrender my freedom to the institute, live the everyday life of the average prisoner, and critique the system once my 'sentence' is over." Francis explained, "You can bring Arthur and me in for holding. I only ask that you or your department do not go to the media about the research or tell the other inmates."

"The secret is safe with us. My men wouldn't go to those bloodhounds unless we absolutely have to." Bella's face returned back to its friendly demeanor, "lying to me about Francis didn't hinder with either case, but I would advise that you refrain from pulling anything like that in the future."

"Understood," Arthur agreed. "Now if you would excuse me. I have to make a phone call."

Arthur motioned to Francis to follow him and Francis smirked, "I doubt you would need anyone in there with you to help contact ton fils."

The institute owner held up two fingers in front of Francis with his palm facing away from the Frenchman. Arthur gave him the two finger salute, eliciting a snort from the recipient, "just get in here and let Bella and her men do their jobs."

"Even when you try so hard to be a gentleman, you can't escape your wild years as an uncouth voyou," Francis got up from his chair and followed Arthur into the file room adjacent to Arthur's office.

Arthur sat on the uncomfortable wooden office chair and took out his smartphone. Metal file cabinets the same height as Francis took up much of the space in the room. In the middle of the room were an oak table and two uncomfortable chairs. Francis took a seat in one of them and watched as Arthur took out another piece of technology that he had wished never came out: modern cell phones.

Arthur dialed up the number to his house and listened to the phone as it rang. He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited. After a minute, the phone picked up and Matthew answered, "what did you need, dad? When are you coming home?"

"I'm not going to be home tonight, Matthew," Arthur replied, fiddling with the front of his jacket with his free hand.

"Okay dad." Matthew replied, "I was wondering if I could be put on Alfred's visiting list. I would really like to him."

"What did I tell you before, Matthew?" Francis snapped his head towards Arthur's outburst and eavesdropped into Arthur's conversation quietly, "I've told you before. I forbid you from visiting Alfred!"

"Dad, just listen to me for just one second!" Matthew managed to get out without losing his temper at his guardian, "I just want to see my own twin brother. We would be in a room watched by cameras and guards. I'm going to be fine!"

"I won't allow it, so stop wasting my time," Arthur wouldn't let Matthew say another thing, "I'm on lockdown and I'm not going to be home until it's safe. Goodbye Matthew!" Arthur hung up the phone on his son and looked at Francis, "why are you giving me that look?"

The best place to be during a lockdown is away from a door. Although Elizabeta had faith in the steel doors that were in every room of the institute, it's still better to be safe than sorry. She huddled up in a corner and put her phone on silent. Another thing to do during a lockdown is to remain calm. The locked door made her feel more secure in the room that she has grown accustomed to since she started to work at the institute. She was certain that she was going to be fine. It would take a lot more than some crazy lunatic to take her down.

She adjusted her blouse and listened to her stomach rumble. What she wouldn't give to have some halászlé at the moment. She regretted not eating anything that day. She only hoped that Roderich wouldn't worry about her too much. There was enough leftovers and lunch meat at the house to hold the Austrian by until she was able to return home.

Her phone lit up indicating that someone was trying to call her. She looked at the screen to see who was trying to reach her. Unfortunately for her, it was someone that she couldn't just call back when the lockdown was over. "Hello Roderich." She answered as softly as she can.

"Elizabeta!" Roderich shouted. Elizabeta instantly knew what kind of mood Roderich was in with his tone. He was extremely worried about her. "Are you alright? Why didn't you call me about the lockdown?"

"How did you find out about the lockdown?" Elizabeta didn't call anyone since the lockdown started.

"Feliciana called Ludwig, crying her eyes about it." Roderich explained, "Why- Why didn't you call me, Elizabeta? I'm your husband! I was worried sick, Liebe. Why didn't you call me?"

"I didn't want you to worry. I can handle myself. Besides this isn't the first lockdown that the institute has had" Elizabeta didn't want to be the weak wife that couldn't handle herself in a crisis.

"Obviously, I was worried," Roderich huffed, "You could've been shot for all that I know."

"I guess I'm going to hear a song when I get home," Even though Elizabeta was annoyed, she found it endearing that her husband was worried about her wellbeing.

"Ja, you are," Roderich replied, sternly, "You're going to hear Bach's Chromatic Fantasia when you get home. I hope you understand."

"Chromatic Fantasia, huh? I guess you really were worried about me," Elizabeta couldn't stay annoyed at Roderich for long. "Well, I can't stay on the phone for too long. I'll call you back when the lockdown is over. Szeretlek."

"Ich liebe dich auch." Roderich replied before reluctantly getting off the phone with Elizabeta.

Alfred snuggled against Prussia's side, completely wore out. Sure, having sex with Gilbert did hurt a bit, but Alfred had found the experience enjoyable despite that. Alfred looked up at Gilbert. The albino's cheeks were tinted a soft pink color. Gilbert looked at him with an emotion that he did not expect out of the older man. The look was of admiration and - love? Did the albino truly love him as much as he thought the albino did?

Strong arms held him close and soft lips brushed against Alfred's temple. Alfred gazed up at Gilbert and kissed him deeply. Gilbert kissed him back with equal fervor. Alfred moaned into the kiss, losing himself in the moment. The door to their room opened and closed. Footsteps headed towards them. Alfred turned around to find three guards were staring at them. Alfred quickly grabbed the blanket to cover both of them.

"Up boys," Berwald commanded, "Room inspection." The Swedish guard was always a man that barely spoke. That wasn't a shock to either of them. That still didn't make Berwald seem any less intimidating to the prisoners at Kirkland Institute.

"Like oh my god!" The Polish guard chimed in, "those two were totally doing the nasty!"

"Act more professional, Feliks!" Tino chastised.

"Can you three at least let us get dressed before you do the inspection?" Alfred asked, neither of them budging from their spots.

"In normal situations, we would, but we need to make sure that none of the inmates here are in possession of a dangerous weapon," Tino explained, "please get up from the bed, boys. The faster you cooperate with us, the faster we'll get out of your hair."

The two inmates grudgingly got up from their spot and walked to one of the corners of the room. Their breathing was hitched at being exposed in front of the three guards. Their hands covered their private area to receive at least a bit of modesty in the situation. For some reason, the room also felt a bit colder to them. Gilbert chalked it up to nerves.

"Hands on top of your heads," Berwald commanded, pointing a flashlight at them. The two nude men just looked at the Swedish guard, bewildered by the order. Berwald gave them a look of understanding, "Need to look for weapons. Don't worry too much, I have wife over here." Berwald threw his arm around Tino's arm and kissed the top of his head.

"I'm not your wife! I'm your boyfriend. That's embarrassing!" Tino protested, blushing. Berwald kissed him again and Tino could only mutter, "Perkele."

"Fine," Gilbert put his hands on top of his head. Alfred quickly put his hands on top of his own head after Gilbert. Berwald nodded and commanded Tino to pat down their clothes. Tino crouched down and grabbed one of their shirts, feeling every inch of it.

Berwald flashed his flashlight on various parts of Gilbert's and Alfred's body. "Turn around," Berwald ordered. Once they were both turned around, Berwald examined their necks, backs, buttocks, legs, and even the back of their heads. "All clear." Berwald announced and the two men turned back around. The two men were handed back their clothing once Tino was finished checking them. They quickly changed back into their clothes without another word.

Feliks was still three feet away from Berwald and Tino with his glock pointed. If either of the men attempted to harm anyone in anyway, Feliks would shoot without question or pull out his taser. That thought gave Gilbert a bit of comfort. The guards of the institute took the safety of the people within the institute very seriously.

"Tino, stand guard. Feliks check the sheets. I am going to check everything else," Berwald ordered, starting to open one of the dresser drawers. Tino had his taser out, standing guard in the same spot Feliks was at. Feliks walked towards the bed and started at it in horror.

"What's wrong, Feliks?" Tino asked.

"Two people totally had sex and jizzed in the bed," Feliks complained. "You two are totally not expecting me to touch it, are you? That's, like, totally grody!"

"Stop complaining," Berwald shot Feliks a look and the short Polish guard yelped when he seen the look.

"Okay, I'll check the love nest for any weapons," Felik grimaced and lifted up one of the blankets. Berwald resumed checking one of the dressers.

"Berwald, there's also, like, a small amount of blood near some of the jizz," Feliks announced, shaking the bedding.

Gilbert avoided looking in the guards in the eye and Alfred turned beet red. Berwald look up at Alfred, "You a virgin? Consensual?"

Gilbert was about to answer for Alfred when the bespectacled blond answered before he got a chance to, "It was consensual and I was a virgin, dude." Alfred had no choice, but to answer the guard's question. The last thing he needed was people in the institute believing that Gilbert raped him.

Berwald nodded wordlessly and returned to his search. It took the guards several minutes to look through their stuff. Once they ceased the search, they head towards the door. Tino turned towards them, "sorry for the inconvenience and thank you for your cooperation. Have a great night, gentlemen." Tino shut the door behind him, finally leaving Gilbert and Alfred alone in the room again.

Ton fils – Your son

Voyou – Hoodlum

Halászlé – It's a spicy soup with paprika and fish.

Szeretlek – I love you

Ich liebe dich auch – I love you too.

Perkele – Literal definition is "devil." it also means "damn it."