"What?" Matthew repeated for the hundredth time. Belle had knocked out their hostage as soon as he had mentioned her old friend's name. "What?"

"Matt! Snap out of it, he was lying." Belle sighed, coming back into the room with a cup of cold water.

"But he said he was working for-"

"And he was lying. I told you. Lovino made a deal with the police a long time ago. Ever since, he's been a dance instructor and part time officer himself. It was part of the deal. And I'll be completely honest, Lovino isn't stupid enough to break that promise. It'd put Feli in danger… or Antonio…There wasn't any way that he could have done all this… and why would he?" belle asked, pointing her gun casually at Matthew's nose, who ducked quickly.

"Watch where you point that!" He cried. Belle sighed.

"The safety's on." She said. "Oi, wake up." She splashed the cup of water across the man's face and he started awake instantly, neck cricking from the position he had been in the chair. "Now tell the truth."

"I told ya- I work for- DON'T HIT ME!"

"Well I know Lovino. You do not work for him." She said. "If you work for him, who's the Under Boss?"

"Antonio Fernandaz Carriedo." The man spat. "The Axe man."

"Hmm… what Gender was the third in command?"

"Male."

"Wrong. I was third in command." Belle snarled. Netalia and Matthew frowned, not liking this side of Belle. It made them wonder if her brother, Lars, had seen it before. "Now tell the truth."

"Aye- fine!" the man cried. "Just don't shoot me!" He said, pulling against the cuffs that held him in place.

"Alright. Who's your real boss?" Matthew asked, pushing Belle aside slightly, just in case she got any angrier. He didn't need more drama at the moment. Netalia continued to support Alfred's head where he lay on the floor.

"Allistor Kirkland."

"Arthur's brother?" Matthew said with surprise. Belle snarled. He looked at her. "You've met, I take it?"

"Once. It was One time too many. They're the group that Lovino helped capture and dissolve." She explained. "Lovino's kind of arch nemesis now that I think about it. But he was always causing us trouble." Matthew nodded in understanding.

"What is Allistor after?" He asked, still pointing his gun threateningly. It was on safety of course, but the captive didn't need to know that.

"Everything." The man choked, trying in vain to back away from the gun barrel. "A-after the group was destroyed, he did everything he could to get back at Vargas! But he wanted to get at- get at the police too! So he started up this plan, getting us together by causing diversions-"

"You mean the red light accidents." Matthew growled angrily, thinking of his friends in the hospital. He also couldn't help but wonder at how easily the man was giving everything away.

The man nodded vigorously. "Y-yes! He distracted the leaders in the Police to those cases and did smaller things, stealing money and stuff, threatening families to cooperate with his plan… right under your noses."

"So he threatened your family I take it?" A voice from above everyone asked. Matthew whipped his head up to see Ivan's head poking out from where the ceiling tile had been. "I see. "

"Brother! How long have you been up there?!"

"Long enough to get cramps." Ivan said, jumping down. "And long enough to know what's going on. Matthew, go call an ambulance for your brother, then get Yao and bring him here. Netaly, keep him conscious. Belle, keep this man hostage, take him to the dispatch office. There you will find our own Berwald Oxenstierna and his son. Do whatever you can to take down the other men keeping guard. Once Matthew's back he and Yao will assist you." The three did as told instantly, the word "sir!" echoing through the room. Once they were all gone, Ivan's violet gaze fell on the papers on his desk. The files with the names of victims from the red light accidents.

"This ends now." Ivan said, pulling his cell phone from his pocket. But his phone went off before he could even dial.

Unknown Caller

Flipping it open, the Russian put the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

"Sup Chief!" An all too familiar voice said from over the line.

Gilbert smiled menacingly as he pointed the gun at the Mafia boss while the eldest Italian brother worked to tie his hands behind him.

"You won't get away with this." Allistor snarled as Lovino tied his hands behind his back with a handkerchief. Unfortunately, no one had brought handcuffs or anything better, so he had to settle.

"Oh I'm sure I will." Lovino hissed back, shoving the man backwards, right onto his back where his hands were tied. Allistor struggled, but was unable to get up.

"So what now?" Ludwig asked, lowering his gun ever so slightly.

"Bruder, ist das…?" Gilbert asked slowly, lowering his own gun and raising a slightly shaky finger towards the further reach of the room. Ludwig followed his gaze, and his blue eyes widened. Jumping over the table and past the terrified people, he landed heavily by the bloodied body of Doctor Kiku Honda, who was being held tightly by his wife, whose once beautiful pink and white dress was now covered in the red, sticky blood. She looked up at the soldier, eyes blank. Ludwig noticed with a mixture of surprise and impressed thought that her fist was held over the wound, blocking the blood flow and slowing the bleeding.

"Doctor-!" Swiftly, he put two fingers to the man's neck, and was instantly relieved to feel the tell-tale pulse of life. But it was slow- too slow.

"Get him on a table, keep the pressure on the wound. Someone call an ambulance-!" He was cut off as a loud crash resounded around them.

Turning quickly, he saw in horror that Allistor had escaped and had Gilbert in his grasp, lifting him out of his wheelchair and holding a gun held to his albino brother's head. Gilbert had a look- not of fear- but pure fury on his face, red eyes glowed with hatred.

Lovino had his own gun, pointing right at Allistor's head. Allistor switched his aim from the German to the Italian swiftly, despite his bloodied shoulder, now using Gilbert as a meat-shield. Antonio and Francis both raised their own weapons toward the redhead.

"No one's calling anyone. Drop the Gun Vargas, all of you… or the freak here dies." Allistor snarled, pushing the gun back to the German. Lovino hesitated.

"This is just between you and me Kirkland. Put him down." He finally said. "All of you, put your weapons down. It's just us." Lovino's hazel eyes didn't lose contact with Allistor's green ones. When the other two hesitated, Lovino shouted. "NOW!"

Gun and Axe dropped to the ground, along with Gilbert, who had no choice but to flop. Allistor stepped around him, ignoring Antonio and Francis who rushed to their friend's side instantly.

"Trying to be the hero Vargas?" He said, never lowering his gun from Lovino's eye level. Lovino only held his gun tighter. "We both know I have more bullets. What do you have? Two?"

"It's all I need to take you out." Lovino said, glaring daggers at his opponent. The two stood still as statues, never blinking, never faltering in their determination. Ludwig could feel the tension in the air, a bead of sweat dripped down his face, only making him jump slightly. He glanced between the two Mafia men, unsure of what to think. With only two bullets, Lovino basically had one chance. How many did Allistor have? Judging by his confidence, probably a full barrel. Six?

But the question was, who would shoot first? That was the real test. At this range- fifteen, maybe twenty feet away, there was no way they could miss…

The bang that resounded from Allistor's gun echoed around the room. Lovino's shoulder exploded with blood and he fell to one knee with a thud. Allistor laughed. He laughed and laughed as Lovino gritted his teeth in pain, taking deep breaths.

"FRATELLO!" Feliciano cried, being held back by Francis, who was trying desperately to comfort his cousin.

Suddenly, Lovino stood, a look of unimaginable fury on his face. He fired a shot, hitting Allistor in the knee, then he fired another, hitting his opposite shoulder from the one already shot. Allistor shouted in pain and fell to his knees, eyes wide as Lovino walked closer to him, gun still pointed at Allistor's face. He quickly tried to aim his gun and fire at the furious Italian.

CHACK.

Allistor's green eyes went wide, realizing that he was out of bullets. How?! He had a full barrel before he had fired-!

Then he realized.

This wasn't his gun.

Lovino smirked as he saw the realization cross Allistor's face. He waved his own weapon around, ignoring the screaming pain from his shoulder. The red head gaped, seeing that his gun was in the Italian's hand.

"Took you long enough to notice."

"W-when?!" Allistor gasped, the pain from his three gunshot wounds stabbing him to the core.

"When I was tying your hands. I knew you would have a hidden weapon, so I switched them." Lovino said. He clicked the barrel of Allistor's gun open, letting the bullets fall out of it, but catching one. Each golden tube landed with a delicate clink, making Allistor's glare increase in intensity as he gazed up at his enemy.

"You know… I haven't been in this business… no- this game. I haven't been playing it for about- what… two? Almost three years." Lovino said, slipping the bullet inside the barrel and spinning it before shutting it. "But I see it… as riding a bike. Once you learn it- live it- it never really leaves you." He examined the gun for a moment. "It never ends- until you lose." He smirked, pointing the gun at Allistor's head, right between his eyes. "Well what do you think? Win or lose?"

Lovino Pulled the trigger.

"Yes, we've got 'em all. Figured something was going on over there. No one answered the call. Yeah- no. Really? Uh-" Gilbert stretched his neck to try and get a view of Kiku, who had been moved onto a table where Mei and Eliza were treating him, (or more Elizabeta, but Mei was trying.) "He's still unconscious, but he's got a pulse. Thanks to his wife."

"What are the casualties?"

"None so far, Yong Soo was it? He tried to call you, but he got knocked out. Feli's taking care of him now. Arthur Kirkland is in shock, it is his brother after all who tried to kill everyone… Oh? The Vargas' have a couple bruises and cuts, but nothing serious. Toni and Lovino have the baddies at bay- is it illegal to carry around an axe by the way?"

"Neither is your brother having a truckload of guns. But I'm sure I can make an exception at the moment. Just… don't hurt anyone with it." Ivan sighed. "Make sure Allistor can't get to anyone. He'll be desperate. They always are when they fail."

"Hey- my brother is a soldier. Of course he had guns. Oh and- Ah- I wouldn't worry about Allistor. He's freaking terrified of Lovino right now. I think he's still foaming at the mouth."

"Ah."

"How long until you get here?"

"We're almost there, we're right behind the ambulance." Ivan explained. "See you soon." And with that, he hung up.

Gilbert smiled and looked up, the stars were shining still, but a faint line of orange was starting to show up on the horizon.

"It's been a long night." He sighed, looking back to reality. "You know?" Francis, who was sitting on a chair next to him, nodded, a small smile on his lips. He leaned his head to the side, resting it on the handle of Gilbert's wheelchair. Gil grinned and pat him on his blonde head. Francis batted him away with a limp hand. Both watched as Antonio helped Lovino with getting Feliciano to stop fussing over him. Ludwig was talking to the officers, telling them what happened- everyone would have their turn- and explaining what had happened to Allistor. (who was in either an ambulance or a police car- no one really cared) Dr. Arc was fussing over charts and telling the paramedics what to do for who and where to be. Arthur Kirkland was distracting himself from his shock, fussing over his other brothers, Alfred Jones and Matthew Williams.

"So- do you think things will get better?" Gil asked, looking at his friend. Francis lifted his tired had to lock eyes with the albino, while a smile graced his lips, more real and more content than Gilbert had ever seen him have- even before the accident.

"I'll take that as a yes."

3 Years Later

"GIL! GET DOWN FROM THERE!" Elizabeta's voice echoed through the park. Francis laughed his silent laugh as he watched his friend drop from the monkey bars- where he had been crossing, showing Lili how to do it using only her arms. The girl in question laughed, clapping her hands with glee. "YOU JUST HAD SURGERY! AND YOU'RE WEARING YOUR NICE CLOTHES."

"Ah- it's no different than the others I've been having the last three years!" Gilbert pouted, slowly lowering himself into his chair. With all of the surgeries he'd been through, he could now stand. Not up straight, or without support, but it was progress. It was as far as it would go, and he knew that. The doctors had said so. But he didn't care. He would prove them wrong with his awesomeness, now wouldn't he?

Elizabeta, Francis and Feliciano watched as the two raced their wheelchairs down the hill and to the bench they were all hanging about. All were dressed quite formally, Feliciano clad in his officer's uniform.

"I win!" Lili cheered as she crossed an undetermined finish line. Gilbert pouted good-naturedly.

"Why do you always win?" He said- knowing full well that he could go faster, but always let her win. He wasn't sure if she knew it or not- but he wouldn't say anything.

"Because I've been in my chair longer." She said sweetly, throwing him a boxed juice provided by Feliciano. "Eliza- when is the show starting? And where's Lovi?"

"I told you not to call me that!" a voice called from behind her. Lili and Gilbert turned their chairs to see Lovino and Antonio walking up the grassy hill, both wearing jackets that covered their police uniforms. Antonio grinned as Lili cheered, pumping her small fists in the air with glee as the two approached.

"What are we waiting for men?... and ladies." Gilbert quickly added. "To the Theatre!"

"Aren't we supposed to wait for the others?" Elizabeta asked, Francis nodding in agreement.

"We're meeting them at the Theatre. They said they had some work to do last minute, so they'd be there as soon as they could." Gilbert explained. Francis nodded in understanding.

Francis pushing Lili in her chair and Eliza pushing Gil (with much protest), Antonio and Lovino followed closely, keeping an eye out for their friends who still hadn't arrived.

"FRANCIS!" A female voice called, all heads turned to see a blonde running towards them, short hair bobbing with her run. She ran right to him, grabbing his arm and hugging it tightly. "There you are! You're almost…" She looked at her watch. "Two minutes late! I thought with Gilbert and Eliza you'd be on time for once." She pouted. Francis laughed, scratching his neck nervously. "Yeah- you'd better be sorry." Jeanne Arc said, punching his arm lightly.

"Where's-OOF." Antonio was cut off as someone barreled into his chest, hugging him tightly around the middle and crushing the air out of him in a great Whoosh. He looked to see Belle grinning up at him with her almost cat-like smile. She, too, was wearing a jacket over her police uniform and still had the hat on her head.

"Hello Toni!" She said with a laugh. He laughed airily and patted her head with his one hand.

"Hola belle." He grinned, watching as she delivered the same forceful hug to Lovino, who blushed bright red.

"Hold up Belle!" Another voice called, as four more figures showed up. Alfred F. Jones in the lead, With Netalia Jones hanging off of his arm, followed closely by Matthew Williams and Arthur Kirkland. "Why'd you have to run off so fast like that?"

"Because you're slow." She stuck her tongue out.

"Hey- where are the Asians?" Alfred asked, looking around.

"That was rude." Yao called as he stepped out of his car. Doctor Kiku Honda and Mei both stepped out from the back seats and Im Yong Soo jumped out from the passenger seat.

"What? You can't deny your ethnicity Yao." The younger American said with a laugh.

"If it weren't you saying it- it would sound offensive." Belle said. Alfred laughed.

"Whatever." He said. "Where's Ivan? He should be here."

"He had to cancel. Had some sort of case going on, thought you'd know that Detective." Matthew said, looking at his brother with amusement. Alfred frowned.

"Just because I'm a detective doesn't mean I know everything." He pouted.

"Sure, sure." Matthew laughed. "But I knew."

"So?"

"You lot are all infuriating." Arthur said from the side. Elizabeta nodded in agreement. Francis eyed Arthur with amusement, laughing as he met the gaze of his old frenemy. No matter what- those two were always rivals.

"Have Ludwig and Vash come home yet?" Alfred asked, ignoring his brother's laughter caused by his lost fight.

"No. they're still out there. We haven't heard from them in a year." Gilbert explained with a hint of worry in his voice. Alfred nodded in understanding.

"What are we all waiting for? Let's go inside!" Everyone agreed and began to walk inside, the large party catching the eyes of everyone who were lined up for a block around the theatre. They all walked right past them, waving and (in Gilbert's, Alfred's and Francis' case) winking at the people.

They approached a door that read "News room" and entered it by showing the cards laced about their necks that showed their identification. As soon as they entered, the voice of a news reporter- Feliks Łukasiewicz- filled their ears.

"Now, like- as a special treat- we have some more guests here today, the guests who have inspired and promoted the idea for this year's top selling movie: Unbreakable, The very people who endured and lived through such a totally terrifying experience! Now- we'll give them a moment to get down here to the stage, while I make a few announcements about tonight," Everyone looked at each other, unsure, but they all got up anyway and started their way to the hallway and to backstage. Once they had seated in the various chairs situated around the room, the interview began. The conversation was enjoyable, fun even. Then the questions came.

"Alright, and Francis- right?" Francis nodded. "You and Ms. Arc are, like, engaged?" Applause from everyone in the room at this. Francis nodded, grinning and lifting their interlocked hands to show Jeanne's ring.

"Well good for you!

Antonio, Francis, Gilbert, a bit of a personal question, but how did you cope? When you lost so much?"

Gilbert and Antonio looked at each other, frowns slightly showing through their confused smiles.

"Well… it took a lot. But we finally realized that we knew what we had was more valuable than what we lost." Antonio said slowly, answering for the both of them. Gilbert and Francis nodded in agreement.

"Alright- thank you. Oh- one last question." Gilbert felt a little worry fill him at the devious glint in the man's eyes. "How are your brother's doing?" Gil's heart dropped.

"Uh- well I don't know. I wish I did, but we haven't heard from them in a while now." He answered slowly, looking at Lili to confirm. "Wish I could tell you how they were doing, but I can't."

"Why don't you ask them?" The Feliks said, nodding to behind the two. Lili and Gilbert spun around in their chairs, and let out cries of joy.

Ludwig and Vash stood behind them. Both looked tired, and as if they hadn't slept in a while. Their uniforms were crisp and ready for anything, and both had huge smiles plastered on their lips.

"MEIN GOTT!" Gilbert and Lili wheeled forward, meeting their brothers in a bone-crushing hug. Everything was alright. And it would be forever.

And the manliest of tears were shed.

FIN

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