Disclaimer: not mine

Warnings: cursing, violence, Belarus(she needs her own warning xD), un-beta'ed

Arthur laughed at the small joke Francis told him. The two were both sitting in the patrol car, bored and waiting for something to happen.

"I wouldn't mind some action right now though, and not that kind of action frog," Arthur said with a playful glare at the end.

"Ohonhonhon so mean you are mon cher I never even implied such a thing."

"You didn't have to frog I know you well enough."

The two began to bicker at each other playfully when they heard a small knock on their window. Arthur rolled down the window to see a nervous young man.

"Lad, what seems to be the matter?" He asked.

The young man said nothing only handing Arthur a note before running off. Arthur and Francis both looked at each other in confusion then the note. Arthur opened the note then paled, before Francis could ask what was wrong Arthur started to drive like a mad man to Alfred's small apartment.

Parking quickly Arthur ran out the car and upstairs to Alfred's room only to see the door broken in. He ran inside and screamed Alfred's name only to hear nothing in response and see damage done obviously during a fight.

"Goddamn it! Alfred!" Arthur yelled as he fell to the ground in tears. Francis came up to gasp at the damage done to the apartment then gave a sad look when he saw his friend on his knees crying. Going over to the British man he hugged him, not saying anything more.

Arthur soon got up once the tears stopped. He saw Francis give him a worried look and gave him a reassuring smile.

"Thank you for everything you've done for me. But this is something I have to do on my own. He must have eyes everywhere so I'm afraid I cannot give you details. But I will promise you that I will teach that Russian bastard not to mess with a British man!"

Francis laughed before getting up and pulling his friend into what looked to be a hug. But he got close and whispered in Arthur's ear while smiling as if he wasn't saying anything of importance.

"I am on the case about Ivan with my best men if all goes well we will have the law on our side and can arrest him. Do not worry you are not alone."

Arthur smiled, "Thanks Frog."

It soon turned to 8:30 and here was Arthur standing in front of the bar about to meet the boss of the Russian mafia.

"I sound like a mad man…" he said to himself before going inside. Unsure if he would ever come out.

"Why, hello comrade. I hope work was not too stressful today?" Ivan said happily as he saw the Arthur come and sit across from him.

"Fuck off you bloody wanker, where is Alfred?"

Ivan continued to smile as the waiter came by and left a bottle of wine and vodka. He took the vodka for himself.

"Please have a drink; I did not think you would like vodka so I got you wine instead." Ivan said as he poured himself a glass of vodka.

Arthur glared before looking at the wine bottle. Pouring himself a cup he sniffed the wine and smirked when the smell was off.

"Ivan why don't you drink the wine? I actually prefer vodka to wine. Though I am more of a rum man myself."

Ivan gave a small nervous look before smiling again, though it was uncaught by Arthur.

"A-Are you sure? This vodka is Russian vodka, very strong." Ivan stuttered slightly.

Arthur took the glass from Ivan before handing him the glass of wine.

"I'm positive, now cheers." He said as he took a sip of the strong alcohol wincing slightly at the burn but being careful to watch the Russian.

Ivan smirked when he saw Arthur drink the wine and easily downed all of the wine in one go. Arthur stared wide eyed until he felt himself get dizzy.

"Thank you for making this easier for all of us. I did not think you would be dumb enough to fall for that trick. Why Alfred loves a stupid сука like you I do not understand. But do not worry I will be removing you from the picture soon enough!" Ivan said as he smiled at the other.

Arthur cursed at himself, feeling stupid. "Fuck y-you…" were his last words until everything turned black.

Ivan glared at the now fainted body. Even looking at the man disgusted him.

"Filth like him must be cleaned off. Toris grab the body and let us go now."

Soon Toris revealed himself from behind Arthur's seat. Placing the cloth with chloroform back into his pocket his dragged the unconscious British man towards his death.

Alfred yawned when he awoke from his nap by the obnoxious sound of someone knocking at his door.

"I'm comin' hold ya horses!" he called as he opened the door only to duck when he saw a knife heading right towards him. He looked up to see Natalia or as he dubbed her 'the crazy sister'. He cursed and jumped towards his vase and grabbed the gun inside of it. Dodging a few more knives he shot a few bullets and tried to run to his room only to have the Belarusian tackle him to the ground. They struggled together, crashing into things as they tried to gain the upper hand. Natalia pulled out a knife and began to try the stab the America again.

Alfred dodged most of the attacks and cursed when she managed to cut him slightly in the arm. Glaring he tackled the girl and slammed her into the bookshelf. Natalia growled in anger and tried to get free from the American's grasp only to learn she was stuck. She screamed in anger.

"LET ME GO!"

Alfred scoffed, "So you can stab me? No thank you! Now why the hell are you trying to kill me?"

"You cannot marry big brother! I refuse to let it happen! Nyet! I will make sure to kill you before you can even think of marrying big brother. He is mine! Only I can marry him!" Natalia shrieked as she began to struggle again.

Alfred looked up when he saw his suit case on the edge of the bookshelf, close to falling. He thanked God that all his guns and bullets were in there. Heavy enough to knock Natalia out but not kill her.

"Just tell me this, who told you about the marriage?"

Natalia glared, "I will tell you NOTHING!" She then began struggling again and Alfred sighed. Once he saw the suit case falling he quickly let go of the woman and moved away to avoid being hit. Natalia however didn't see it coming and was hit with the full impact of the suitcase.

"Ouch…that's probably like 15 pounds…"

Alfred looked around his ruined house and cursed. Taking out his phone he decided to call his old friend in the photography business.

"Hey Gil? Yeah it's me Alfred is Ludwig home? Ok good cause I'm gonna need to ask you to do a huge favor for me."

Gilbert opened his front door to greet his guest only to stop when he saw the unconscious woman he was holding.

"FUCK! Did you kill someone?! Don't come here and bring the awesome me to jail with you! Nein! I refuse to go back there!"

Alfred rolled his eyes as he ignored the German and closed the door behind him. "Dude she isn't dead just knocked out her older sister should be coming by to pick her up soon."

Gilbert eyed the woman once more before smirking, "She is hot though."

Alfred rolled his eyes then brightened up when the door was knocked again. Running over to the door he was the older sister he dubbed Kat.

"Hey Kat long time no see!"

Katyusha smiled when she saw the bright American.

"Hello I heard you have my sister? Oh I'm so sorry that she caused you so much trouble! I'm so embarrassed. I hope you weren't hurt! Oh I would cry!" She exclaimed as she began to tear up. Alfred laughed and shook his head.

"Nah I'm fine she's knocked out but I would be happy if she didn't come try to kill me again. Also when she wakes up tell her I'm not marrying Ivan and we're breaking up"

The Ukranian woman nodded and didn't question the America. She and went inside to quickly grab her sister and walked back to her car. As she was about to drive off she opened the window and gave Alfred a wave.

"Goodbye! I do hope everything will work out for you!"

Alfred waved as well and watched her drive off. Closing the door again he turned to see Gilbert still smirking.

"She had pretty nice and big b-" The German was cut off by a glare from the American. "-tracks of land." He finished with a laugh. Alfred sighed and rolled his eyes.

Once the two were downstairs in the privacy of the basement Alfred gave Gilbert a serious look.

"Dude I need to know have you ever looked into Ivan?"

Gilbert saw the look Alfred was giving him and gave an annoyed sigh, knowing Alfred would hate him for not telling him sooner.

"Ja, I recently learned that he is not who he seems to be. He is the head of the Russian Mafia. The Bratva. I only learned this recently while I was snooping around for this detective guy and cop. The detective is pretty cute though."

Alfred rolled his eyes at the last unneeded comment. As the gears in his head turned he cursed. Pulling out his phone he called Arthur. When the British man didn't pick up he called his brother.

"Mattie Ivan is a fucking mafia boss and he has Arthur!"

Matthew picked up his phone to hear this and sighed. Seemed Francis was right. Matthew went over to pull out some of the evidence Gilbert has been getting for him.

"Al you're pretty powerful right, like your rank?"

Alfred stayed quiet, knowing Matthew was thinking of a plan.

"Yeah I'm pretty high up in the ranks."

Matthew smirked as a plan began to unfold in his mind.

"You have a bunch of weapons right? Because I know you have a huge collection."

Al smirked, liking where to conversation was going, "Mattie brother dearest I have my own plane I could use for emergency situations."

Matthew rolled his eyes unsurprised. His brother could own a tank for all he knew.

"Ok well listen up, I have a plan….."

Arthur groaned as he was kicked in the stomach again. Everything hurt. Would he survive this encounter? Honestly he didn't know.

"Where is your bark now?" Ivan sneered as he looked down and the bruised and broken English man.

"No bite or bark left in the little сука it seems, how pathetic." Ivan said as he pulled out his bloodied pipe and hit Arthur with it once more. Making sure he hit him with enough force to cause him as much pain as possible without breaking any more bones. He planned to break each and every one of the bones inside the man's body one by one.

"Get up or else I will be making you get up, da?" Ivan said happily again. When the man didn't move he smirked.

"Ravis go bring me the whip."

A/N: CLIFFHANGER! :O sorry it's kinda short but at least it's finally done. Sorry once again it's super late. I hope you guys like this 4th of July present =w=

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