A/N: Hello beautiful readers, as my summer fades, I shall leave you with the last sequel to Geek in the Black and White. For those who have no idea what I'm talking about and has not read that one yet, I highly recommend reading my other stories Geek in the Black and White followed by Behind These Bars before reading this one. It'll just make it easier to understand this one, but I'm sorry in advance if it still confuses you...I just fail like that OTL

Warnings: Human names used, AU, smut, bondage, BDSM, some whipping, erotic asphyxiation, inappropriate use of police equipment, light knife play, and dub-con (but turns to complete consent). Alfred is now 70% more sadistic, 20% more insane, and 10% more geeky. USUK. Also, please excuse any spelling and grammar mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Now without further ado, please enjoy~

Today was not a good day.

Even if it was a state holiday and both Arthur Kirkland and Alfred F. Jones got the day off, the British police chief just couldn't enjoy it. Taking note of his bad mood, the geek thought it was a good time to leave him alone and tend to his video games.

It has been yet another year since their second encounter in the jail cell. And to this day, Arthur still couldn't quite believe that he and the ex-con were an item.

But as it turned out, having the American around was proving most beneficial – the two were an excellent crime-fighting duo. Having been a criminal himself, Alfred provided insight on the mentality of the felons and advice on the best way to catch them off guard. Arthur, on the other hand, provided the means and man-power to execute such plans.

All was going well, until this most recent case. Which brought Arthur back to his problem on this fine state holiday.

The case, involving a string of breaking-and-entering, has been going on for over a month now, and even with Alfred's help, has not gotten far. Cases such as these were not supposed to go on for this long, and it gnawed at Arthur's nerve and pride knowing that his whole task force could not bring down this one petty thief.

Frustrated, he confronted the man who was supposed to be helping him and the rest of the police capture the scum. It didn't help that the geek was ignoring him in favor of shouting into his headset, giving orders to his online teammates.

"Kiku, I need help on point Delta! They're coming in at eleven o' clock,"

Look at him, sitting on his arse with not a care in the world…

With much restrained irritation, the Englishman cleared his throat, trying to get the other's attention. A sideward glance from blue eyes indicated that the other male heard him.

"Yeah, Artie?"

"We need to talk…now…" fingers twitching, he waited for the blond's response.

Turning off his headset momentarily, Alfred remained focused on his game. "Arthur," he started slowly. "I know what you want to talk about, but there's really nothing either of us can do at the moment," Shooting him an apologetic smile, he continued "The trap has already been set, we know where he'll strike next and will be waiting for him, but until then we just have to be patient. Let's just enjoy the holiday,"

"How many times are you going to keep telling me that, Alfred?" He has heard the ex-con's little lecture several times already, and it did nothing to quell his rising anger. The fact that the American couldn't sense this and took his frustration lightly made him even more furious.

"Trust me, he'll definitely-" The American immediately cut himself short and turned his headset back on, screaming "Damn it, Ivan! That's so low…setting off my own Claymores in front of my face-!"

Arthur has had enough of this nonsense. Going up to the T.V. in a flurry, the police chief ripped out the cables from their sockets on the television monitor, throwing the PS3 console right out the nearest window from their second floor apartment. It all happened so quickly, the sandy blond only satisfied when he heard the smashing of circuits from below. Even better, as if everything was staged, a car raced by and ran the console over on the street, not even stopping to inspect the "speed bump". He didn't even notice Alfred next to him near the window until he heard the American whimper.

Looking down with an appalled look on his face, as if a baby was just thrown out the window instead of an inanimate object, the geek continued to stare in disbelief.

"Do you realize how serious I am now about this, Jones?"

Upon hearing the Englishman's voice, Alfred seemed to snap out of his shock-induced trance, his head hanging low now. He remained uncharacteristically silent.

This only made Arthur's eye twitch. Now he wasn't going to talk at all?

Suddenly, the taller blond turned his back on him and headed toward the door.

"Where are you going?" The police chief demanded, having half a mind to go after him to hit him upside the head for ignoring him. He would have done just that if he hadn't noticed the geek's disposition.

The ex-con was deathly quiet for a moment longer, but when he turned around and raised his head, Arthur looked into those dark sapphire eyes and saw that they spelled only one thing – murder. "Why, to clean up the mess of course." He replied nonchalantly, closing the door behind him gently.

That last action perturbed the police chief greatly.

Arthur continued to stare at the spot where Alfred used to be just a moment ago next to the door, to the abandoned black headset and game controller on the living room table. The flat screen T.V., which had turned blank because of the sudden disconnection from the console, gave Arthur no comfort. He then looked back down through the window to see the PS3 still in pieces below – he had made quite a mess. It was so quiet without the sound of Alfred raging and gunfire from the screen.

For the next few hours, Arthur only had silence to keep him company in the apartment. And it continued to keep him company for the rest of the day; Alfred never returned.

Nor the day after that.

The Englishman only huffed as he went downstairs to head to work. The mornings were so much quieter now, and as he drove out onto the street, he couldn't help but notice that there were no remnants of the PS3 or its owner in sight. But if the geek was going to act childish and run off, he'll let him.

He won't lose this petty game.

Stubbornly, he continued on his way to the police department. He will not chase after the American…and it wasn't because he didn't even know where to start looking for him.

X.X.X.X

A week after the fight and Alfred's disappearance, the home-invader was caught, but the police chief took no merit in it.

Alfred was not there to see their plan succeed.

As the scene of arrest continued, Ludwig escorting the lanky criminal into one of the cars, Kiku Honda turned toward his superior. He too had noticed that a certain someone was missing. "Um, was Alfred too busy to come today?" He asked carefully, concerned for his gaming buddy who suddenly logged off during one of their matches.

At first the police chief didn't reply, having a look as solemn as the person they were apprehending. When the thief was taken care of, Ludwig gave him a quick salute before taking the lead and driving off to take the criminal back to the station. "Who knows…?" he finally answered, slightly dragging his feet as he got into his own police car.

It was painfully obvious that something happened between the two. But always the one to make observations, the assistant thought it would be in his best interest to hold his tongue and press the issue no further.

He had tried to make contact with the American a couple of days ago, curious as to why the blond had stopped appearing for their gaming appointments, but only received the message recorder. The geek never returned his calls nor texted him back either, and he hoped the blond was not up to something.

It was funny how just two years ago Kiku had suspected this man to be an infamous hacker, nearly taking down the gaming company owned by Ivan Braginski. He was so sure they caught the right person until Arthur himself called the case off, revealing that it had gone cold and the real suspect too far gone.

The raven-haired man supposed it all made sense.

After all, once Alfred became a freeman, the Russian and American quickly became acquaintances and even had matches against each other online. Still, it was strange how the owner of the gaming company knew Alfred. Or even stranger yet, after his release, the Englishman who pursued him for so long was in a relationship with him. There were so many pieces missing…none of which Kiku had access to. However, it was not in his place to meddle with these affairs, and he could only hope that the situation will resolve itself with time.

X.X.X.X

Today officially made it two weeks since Arthur last saw Alfred. And for the umpteenth time, the police chief cussed inside of his car. His weary green eyes hardly on the road, he had been circling the city for hours now, supposedly on patrol. But in actuality, he was looking into every alleyway, nook and cranny of the town, trying to spot blond hair and blue eyes. However, the former criminal was nowhere in sight.

It was no wonder how the man was able to evade him for over a year during his case.

The Englishman had swallowed his pride and tried calling the geek, but no one answered. He tried calling his office, but the receptionist was the one who answered and informed Arthur that the blond was on vacation and didn't know the location he went off to.

Truth be told, a part of him was actually relieved when Alfred didn't answer his calls – he didn't know what to say if the geek had picked up. But he wanted to hear the other's voice again.

Questions began to gnaw at his mind as Arthur returned to their empty apartment late at night, no Alfred in tow. The headset and game controller still sat at the living room table, Arthur unreasonably superstitious that he should no longer even touch them, lest more misfortune befell on him. The black television screen continued to stare back at him, hardly used since the geek left. After a numbing shower, the sandy blond didn't know what to do with himself except sleep and prepare for another day of searching. Climbing into the queen sized bed, the police chief pulled the cover over himself, trying to ignore the lack of body heat next to him as he ran the questions through his head over and over again.

What was Alfred up to? Was he going to start breaking the law again to get back at him? What and where has he been doing these last two weeks? …Was he alright…?

X.X.X.X

It was on a rainy night that the man who was deemed missing appeared at the front door of their apartment again. His blond hair dripping wet, the ex-con didn't even do so much as knock before entering, silently slipping into the apartment with the key he held onto before leaving.

Luckily for Arthur, he was able to catch the geek entering the living room when he was exiting the kitchen, preparing himself some charred dinner. Their eyes met for a long time, sapphire locking onto emerald in a steady, silent gaze.

Initial shock soon left Arthur as he gained control of the situation. "Where have you been?" It wasn't the nicest thing to say, and he knew he should've said something else, but his frustration over the missing geek had him on a short fuse.

Arthur wanted the other to retaliate, to yell at him. He wanted for them to have a normal fight, in which everything will be alright after they both apologize at the same time. And then Alfred would be his goofy, lovable self again, and Arthur would let down his guard to allow the American to smother him with affection…if only for a while.

But his idealized outcome never came to be.

The other blond, who usually wore his heart on his sleeve and whose emotions were easy to read, was acting strangely catatonic. Alfred's blank eyes roamed from the sandy blond over to the kitchen table where two plates were set up. "If I'm not mistaken, this is an apartment, not an interrogation room – I am not obliged to answer any of your questions," his tone was flat…unfeeling. The fact that he used almost the exact same quote from the second time they've met only added salt to the wound.

Before Arthur had time to retort, the American was already heading to his study room and reappeared with a box full of electronics held under one arm. Just as the geek walked past him, his hand instinctively shot up, grabbing Alfred by the arm. "Damn it, Jones!" He pulled the other blond into a kiss, tracing his tongue over the ex-con's bottom lip for permission to enter.

He was tired of waiting and searching. He didn't want to fight anymore, and he hoped that his message was conveyed through his actions.

However, Alfred's lips did not move with his – still, cold, and denying him access.

With a small whimper Arthur parted, hand still clutched to the material of the other's black dress shirt. "Al-"

"Please let go of my shirt, you're getting it wrinkled."

The request was so curt, the voice so professional.

Silently and solemnly obeying, the sandy blond backed up, letting Alfred through. The stinging words left him paralyzed and unable to make any objections.

Readjusting the box under his arm, the American proceeded to the table in the living room, picking up the headset and controller and placing them delicately in with the rest of the electronics in the cardboard box. Without even taking a second glance at the Englishman's pleading face he was out the door once more.

Endnotes: I'm sorry to say, but the purge on this site has me walking on eggshells and I'm becoming paranoid. I'm not sure where else to store my stories though; deviantArt and Tumblr came to mind...but I'm not good at using either sites. And AO3 just downright intimidated me because of all its features...I honestly don't know what to do at this point except roll over and die. OTL

References: (I'm sorry if these are wrong, it's been a while since I've played Call of Duty)

"I need you on point Delta" - Normally used in Capture Point maps, basically it's territorial control where an area is named point A (Alpha), B (Beta), etc.

Claymores - These are landmines that you set up that are meant for enemies to step on...but they can be set off prematurely by yourself, your own teammates, or the enemy.

I'm sorry to have rambled so much, but please leave a review to tell me what you think so far or leave me suggestions in regard to my predicament!