Author's Note: Alright so I was ABOUT to stop writing this. Really…I had writer's block since February and I had no reason to really write this because I wanted to start writing my own sci-fi book. BUT, because one of my friends begged me to continue writing this for her, I'll continue to write it until the end. Yet, you'll have to deal with my writer's block for a while. ^ ^;

Also Thank you to Moni-chan, FabulousIzaya, ImmortalBlackRose12345, Mon Esprit Libre, and everyone else that has left reviews. I love reading them and it boosts my want to actually write this, so thanks you guys. Really, I appreciate it.

Okay so about some things:

To ImmortalBlackRose12345: The mystery person isn't Austria or Hungary. This chapter kind of gives giant hints to who it is, which will probably surprise you guys in the next chapter.

P.s. Would anyone like to see anyone show up? Like China or Dotachin and the gang?

Chapter 8

(Flash back)

Roderich signed the paper Celty had showed him and fixed his glasses, before taking the package. "Thank you. Would you like to see what it was that you delivered to us?"

Celty tilted her helmet to the side a bit and nodded.

Roderich turned to Elizabeta, who in turn gave him a knife. Celty hadn't seen where she had gotten the knife from but hadn't commented, as Roderich opened the box.

Inside the box was another box. Celty tilted her head again and Roderich opened the box revealing a file.

"If this is personal, you don't need to show me." She had typed and showed the man, as he took some pictures out of the file.

"It is personal. But I needed to ask you." Roderich held the pictures up. "Do you know where we can find any of these people?" In Roderich's hand, he held up two pictures. One was a picture of a white haired man, a couple and a brown haired child smiling. And the other picture was of a familiar tall blonde with blue sunglasses in a bartender's outfit.

Celty stood there a while before shaking her helmet and typing. "Sorry, I don't believe I've met them before. But the blonde is Heiwajima Shizuo, the Fortissimo of Ikebukuro."

"Ah, I see. Sorry for wasting your time."

"It isn't a problem." She waved at the two before they returned back inside. She mentally sighed and stepped into the elevator when she got a message from Mikado about his friend needing a lift to Izaya's Office.

(End of Flashback, With Celty)

'What would foreigners need with Shizuo?' Celty thought to herself as she sped down the lane with the Italian behind her. 'Maybe they were actually aliens coming to kidnap Shizuo! …Shinra's right I should stop watching alien movies, but I do need to find out all I can about them.' She noticed a siren sound behind her. And she mentally cursed her luck as the man behind her screamed and held on tightly to her.

"Pull over your vehicle!" The police man yelled at her and Celty pulled the handle of the bike back as if she was riding a horse before speeding down the street. Up ahead was a traffic jam and Feliciano looked over at the cars then back at the cops behind them. Coming up fast was a truck, while behind them was a group of cop cars gaining on them.

"Um, we are going to run into lots'a cars if you don't stop." He stated nervously and looked back at the cops.

"Hold on." The PDA had floated in front of his face and he immediately held onto the Dulahaun.

Celty expertly jumped the motorbike over a group of students and onto the sidewalk. Thankfully, people moved out of the way of the speeding bike before getting flattened. The two sighed in relief when they had lost the cops and the rest of the ride towards the informant's office was in a peaceful silence.

(With Romano and Spain)

After walking around and asking people, they found out about an informant that knows almost everything that happens in these part. Spain suggested they go and ask the infamous informant of Shinjuku. Romano was against the idea but they went anyway to the southern Italian's chagrin. When they followed the directions to the informant's office, they ended up across the street from where the world meeting was taking place.

"I still think this is a bad idea. I mean what if this guy is some kind of killer, or worse. He might be in the Japanese Mafia! I don't want to deal with more mafia!" Romano tried to stop the Spanish man from pressing the button for the intercom.

"But Roma, you'll never know until you try. Plus, this man might know where Gil is too! And it's called the yakuza here, Lovi." Spain tried to get the Italian off of him until they both heard the sound of a motorcycle stop in front of the building.

"Fratello, Toni? Ve... What are you two doing here?" Italy asked tilting his head to the side.

Romano glared at his brother and started to cuss at him. "Why didn't you call, you idiota!? Do you know how worr- UGH you know what never mind…What am I even saying? YOU BASTARD, YOU HAVE TO CALL ME BEFORE DISAPPEARING ON ME! "

Celty walked past the two brothers as they continued to talk and pushes the intercom button. Spain stared at the porter, something about the woman bothered him but he shoved the thought to the back of his head and looked over at the intercom.

"Who is it?" Namie's annoyed voice asked and Celty knocked twice on the speaker. "Oh, Sturluson. Hold on for a second." Lovino and Antonio looked at each other then back at the porter.

The door opened and Celty typed on her PDA, "I'm going to go. But here's the office number. Just say I sent you up. Good luck." She gave Feliciano a piece of paper and got back on her motorbike and waved at them before riding away.

...

Once they got to the office, Spain knocked on the door as the two brother's stood behind him. The door opened and a black-haired woman in a green turtle-neck was standing there with her arms crossed.

"Celty sent you?" She deadpanned.

Spain nodded and smiled. "I'm Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. And this is Feliciano and Lovino Vargas." She looked them up and down for a second and let them in.

Romano glared at the Spaniard before elbowing him in the side. "Sense the mood, you idiota! Don't just give our names out like that." He growled lowly.

Spain simply smiled back. "We have no reason to lie. Why would I speak lies to people, Lovi? " He stated happily, which earned him another jab by the Italian.

An amused voice came from a black haired man who stood at the top of the steps. "Namie-chan, do I have any appointments today? If not, I'm going to go mess with Shizu-chan." He looked down at the four and blinked. "Ah, never mind. It seems we have some interesting guests." The black haired man stared down at them for a moment before sliding down the stair rail. "Not that I haven't had interesting company before, but they are a bit of a show."

"They were sent by Celty, Izaya. You better be nice to them." She glared at the informant, who smirked.

"Whatever do you mean, Namie-chan? I'm always nice." The man drawled and sat down in his desk chair. The emphasis on the always didn't help Romano's feeling that this was a bad idea. "So what can I help you with..?" The other stated, looking at some papers that laid on his desk with a bored look.

"Nothing! We're leaving. Come on, Fratello." Lovino turned around to walk out the door but was stopped by his brother.

"But we came all this way, Lovi! We have to at least ask." Feliciano stated and added in a whisper. "Plus, I promised Mikado I would ask Izaya, since he's one of the best informants around here."

Lovino groaned and glared at his brother. "That guy is probably connected to the mafia or yakuza or whatever it's called." Feliciano held onto his brother's arm and shook his head. Lovino sighed and looked at Antonio. "Well what are you waiting for, he's your friend, isn't he?" The two Italians pushed Spain toward the man sitting at the desk.

"We're trying to find our Amigo- I mean friend. He's albino, has white hair, red-eyes. His name is Gilbert Beilschmidt. Can you help us find him?" Antonio stated after getting nudged by the two Italians.

For a moment there was just a long pause of silence. Green eyes had met red, when the black haired man looked up from the papers on his desk. A familiar smirk appeared on the sitting man's face, and the smile grew on Spain's face.

"Beilschmidt, hmm? I'll see what I can do. Come back in a week and I'll give you your information by then and ONLY by then." The raven head put the papers down and folded his hands on the table, as he stared the three down.

"I see." Antonio walked over and stood in front of the other's desk. "May I ask you two questions, Mr. …?"

"Orihara." Izaya supplied and nodded. "Ask away, Mr. Fernandez. But, call me Izaya, if you please."

"Are you happy living this way… being an informant, I mean?" Antonio asked with a serious expression, before pausing and smiling a luke-warm smile.

Izaya laid back in his chair and leaned his head on his hand. "I suppose…" A smile slipped onto the man's face as his red eyes shut close. "And your next question?" Izaya opened a single eye and looked at the other a bit interested.

"Earlier…" Spain paused and tried to find the right words. "Was it you that walked past me and Lovi at a street light, wearing a white coat with black fluff on it?" He looked at him with a smile, yet a serious glint was in his eyes.

Izaya frowned. "No, it wasn't me. I don't own a white coat, all of mine are black. With the exception of one white one with pink fluff but I rarely use that one." Izaya laid his head in the palm of his hand, a bit miffed that someone was coping his look.

"Ah, I see." Antonio laughed and set a card on the desk. "If you ever find Gilbert, tell him that I said I miss him just like the others."

"Say I miss him too!" Italy stated and smiled, making Romano roll his eyes at the two.

"Let's just go!" The older Italian yelled and grabbed his brother by the arm, dragging him toward the door.

"I won't bother you anymore…Izaya Orihara." Antonio and Izaya exchanged smiles, before the brown haired man turned around and followed the two Italians out.

Namie closed the door behind them after giving Antonio the instructions back to their hotel. When she walked back inside, she saw Izaya sprawled on the large couch with his legs hanging off one side and his arms draped over his eyes.

"Why me, Namie-chan? Of all the informants they could have went to. Why me?" Izaya sat up and looked at Namie.

"That was one of the shortest, weirdest meetings I've ever seen you have. You not even going to look for this Gilbert man, are you, Orihara?" Namie stated, glaring at the raven-head.

Izaya laid back down and covered his face with an arm. "I don't need to look Namie-chan. He's dead." He jumped off the couch and walked over to his desk. "Been dead for a long time, you know." He leaned an arm on the desk and moved a chess piece that was on his board.

"Dead? You knew him? Or did you kill him?" Namie stated organizing a stack of papers.

"You could say that." Izaya said rocking the bishop back and forth in its pace on the board. "In a different way though. I didn't physically kill him." Izaya had a look of nostalgia on his face as smiled at his secretary.

"Getting people to kill others for you is still killing them, Orihara." Namie stated leaning on the back of the couch. "So is making them insane so they commit suicide."

"I didn't send anyone to kill him Namie-chan." Izaya reached around his desk and pulled something out of the drawer and threw it at the confused woman. "Nor did I myself make them commit suicide. They simply disappeared one day."

Namie caught the Item and looked down at it. "A wallet? I don-"

"Open it." Izaya sat on his desk and crossed his legs.

Namie opened the wallet and looked at the ID in the transparent pocket. "Wait. This man, he looks just like-" The ID was a picture of a pale man with crimson eyes, while hair and an iron cross necklace around his neck.

"Oh, well. Time not to dwell on the past. Ne, Namie-chan? Gilbert Beilschmidt has been gone for 23 years." Izaya jumped off his desk and walked over, taking the wallet away from Namie and waved her off. "I can just tell them the man left the country or died in an airplane crash in the middle of the ocean. Antonio will not bother me about it and the two he was with are not directly connected with him. They would even barely care. Now I just have to figure out who's had the audacity to walk around looking like me."

"You're walking on thin ice, Orihara." Namie stated looking back at the grinning informant that was grinning as he spun in his desk chair. "They'll find out sooner or later that you look like this Gilbert person. And connect the dots."

"Oh I've been standing on ice for far too long, Namie-chan." He leaned back and stopped spinning. "I wonder…When am I going to stand back on safe ground? Should I struggle, should I crawl, or should I wait until the ice thickens? Thing is..." He turned around in his chair and turned on his desktop, logging into the dollars chat room. "Have I fallen so far into the ice that I can never escape?" Namie rolled her eyes and went back to filing paper after paper of documents and information.

Kanra has logged into the chat~

Kanra: Hey~! Did anyone miss me? ;D

Byakura: Nope. :| See you guys later!

Byakura has logged out of the chat~

Izaya laughed to himself, Kida did never like him after what he did. Oh well, he thought.

Saika: Hey, Kanra. ^_^ . You haven't been on in a while. We thought you died.

TanakaTaro: Oh did you know, there's new guys on the chat today. :)

Teuton: Hello. :)

Tsugaru: Yo, Kanra.

Kanra: Hello, Teu-kun and Tsu-chan~! Welcome to the Dollars!

Tsugaru: I've been a member for a long time. I just hate my phone internet.

Kanra: Is that so? Hmmm... Then you should learn how to use a phone, Tsu-chan~

Tsugaru: ...I feel like I know you... And Tsu-chan? Really, is the –chan necessary?

TanakaTaro: Just leave it Tsugaru-kun, Kanra is...eccentric.

Kanra: Oh, You're so mean Taro-kun~. Anyways, have you heard? There was a fight between Shizuo Heiwajima and Izaya Orihara again.

Teuton: Who are those two? I haven't lived in Japan long. owo|l|

Kanra: They're like two super humans. One is Shizuo Heiwajima, he's the "Fortissimo of Ikebukuro", and he has this monstrous super strength. He could even throw vending machines and pick up stop signs. The other is the "Infamous Informant of Shinjuku", Izaya Orihara. I hear you can barely even see the knives he throws. :D

Teuton: Thank you, Kanra for the info. :)

Kanra: No problem, Teu-kun. =w=

Saika: When will those two learn how not to fight with each other?

TanakaTaro: Really? But they fight all the time, it's nothing really new.

Kanra: There was something weird with this fight. I heard that another blonde came out of nowhere in the middle of the fight and told Izaya he was his brother. He was probably some druggie gang member or something. Anyway, Izaya cut the guy and then Shizuo threw a box at Izaya and it had hair dye in it. It made some of his hair white. XD Then some random short black haired guy came running who was apparently the blonde guy's friend and then Shizuo and Izaya had an argument. And Izaya walked away and Shizuo let him walk away. Weird, right?

Saika: Seriously?!

TanakaTaro: You can't be serious? Really?

Teuton: That's weird... o_o wouldn't two enemies keep fighting?

Tsugaru: Yeah...really weird. I saw the fight from where I was... Izaya just walked away, leaving the one blonde to die. I don't really like Izaya, he seems like he has a horrible personality. Well whatever. Anyway, I got to go. See you guys later.

Tsugaru has logged out of the chat~

Kanra: Brb afk~!

(With Shizuo)

Tsugaru has logged out of the chat~

Shizuo sighed and closed his phone. He knew that something big was going to go down, like the gang wars, just 10x worse. And involving the whole underground world. He sighed again and sat up.

"Are you okay?" Ludwig asked him and he looked at the other blonde, raising an eyebrow. He and Ludwig they were on good terms with each other. That morning the two, plus Shinra, Kiku, Arthur and Alfred, had gone and took a tour around Ikebukuro while looking for Izaya. The two were almost as close as family. "You keep sighing. Something wrong?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah... It's just that I feel like something huge is going to happen soon." He shrugged. "Hey, I'm going out for a bit. I'll be back later." Shizuo stood up and smiled at Ludwig.

"Ja, Sure. I'll be here when you get back." The German blonde stated as Shizuo left the room.

Ring, Ring. Germany looked over at his phone, before picking it up and looking at the caller ID. "Austria?" His eyebrow raised. "Why would Austria be calling me?" He shrugged and opened his phone. "Hallo?"

"Yes, Ludwig. There is-"

"Ludwig, we have very exciting new to tell you!" Hungary's voice overlapped Austria's as he could hear the phone being passed around.

"What about?" Ludwig asked, rubbing his temples.

"Your brother."

(Back in the chat)

TanakaTaro: Oh so you're looking for someone, Teuton? What do they look like? Maybe we can help. :)

Teuton: He's kind of pale and has red eyes. :)

Saika: Red eyes? Is he an albino?

TanakaTaro: I only know one person that could fit that description. And that's Orihara, Izaya.

Teuton: Actually yes. He is, Setton. Wait the same Izaya, that's inhuman?

TanakaTaro: Yes, that's the one. He fits the bill. Pale, red eyes.

Saika: Now that I think about it. He is kinda pale and he does have red eyes.

Kanra: Back~! What is everyone talking about?

Saika: Nothing, Teuton was just looking for a friend of his.

Teuton: Yeah. Anyway. I have to go. I have work to do. See you guys. ~|l|

TanakaTaro: Bye, Teuton. :)

Saika: Good bye. ^_^

Kanra: Bye-bye, Teu-kun~ w

Teuton has logged out of the chat~

Izaya frowned to himself at the name for a minute before shrugging it off. "Namie! Can you go make me tea, please?!" From where he was sitting, Izaya could hear Namie drop some files and curse at him. "Of course, after you pick those papers up~!"

...

Teuton has logged out of the chat~

The sound of a laptop shutting was all that was heard in the mostly empty white room. A black laptop sat on the far end of the white bed next to a red backpack and luggage bag. White walls and white bed, almost blended in with the person sitting on it. The man sitting on the bed had white clothes on and white bandages in front of his eyes. There was a quiet knock on the metal door and the man turned his head toward the sound.

"I see you're awake." Another man walked into the windowless room with a mask on and a tray of food. "It's good to see your well, 'Teuton'." The man chuckled and took off the mask. "You know you shouldn't go out as much. What if someone saw you?"

"Don't whine about me, Shingen. I'll be fine." The pale man broke into a fit of coughs and then laughed. "What if someone did see me? Pale...sick. They probably would have sent me to a hospital." The man laughed again and flashed a smirk at Shingen.

"You know, you two are so alike I sometimes forget your two people." Shingen shook his head and gave the man the tray of warm food. "Anyway, I'm going to visit my son soon. He's been waiting for me to tell him the deal with all the nations in his house." The man picked up the fork and knife and started to eat slowly.

The man paused in his eating and stated. "Shinra was always a weird kid." He continued to eat his food, focusing on the food more than the man sitting to his left.

"Yes. He told me to be careful because Shizuo is there as well." Shingen's eyes shifted to the man who placed his utensils back on the tray and looked down at his plate with a frown.

"Oh, did he now? That's interesting. Who else was there?" The man picked up his fork lazily and started to eat his food.

"He told me that a blonde German man had got hurt by Orihara, and Shizuo brought him to my son to fix him with a short black haired Japanese man. As well as on the way they met two blondes, an Englishman and an American. He had told me that he collected a sample of the German's blood and-" Shingen hadn't been able to finish the sentence as the man lunged at him, knocking him to the white carpet floor. The man held up a knife to the doctor's neck as the white bandages fell from the man's pale face, revealing crimson eyes.

"Legen Sie nie die Hände an ihn!"

And so there you there you have it chapter 8. I probably confused a whole lot of people, but meh. If you have any thing you wanna see or have any questions, don't be afraid to ask me. I know I'm confusing and I'll consider putting about anything in this story. XD ALSO, I do not speak German so if I got anything wrong please tell me. ^ ^;

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