It was a peaceful night. The sky was clear and a sparkling blanket of stars shone above upon the wandering citizens of the world. The cool air was slightly breezy and felt great to stand out in. Or so Antonio thought as he led his intoxicated, best friends towards his car.

"I can't believe you two!" He laughed, throwing his handsome head back with a laugh. "Not only did you drink an entire barrel of beer, but you managed to get in a fight with the three most violent, horrible men in the entire city!" Antonio was between awe and amusement as he spoke. "A whole barrel! Gone!"

"Wha- you mean those two bullying those girls around?" Francis said with a frown. "They had it coming."

"Well, you could have joined us mein fruend~." Gilbert said with a small slap to his back. Antonio turned to him with an un-amused look.

"No. I am the designated driver, remember?" he said with a slightly scolding tone. "If I had joined you, You would have been stuck there all night." He reminded them, holding up his keys to the car. "Besides, someone needs to check up on the kids when we get home."

"Oui~! You are such a good friend Mon ami!" Francis said, sounding just a fraction less drunk than Gilbert.

"Gracias. It's about time you showed me some appreciation!" Antonio said half-jokingly. He unlocked the black Mazda. Of course they had always wanted a better car than the 2010 car, but they couldn't afford it if they were going to stay in college.

The Spaniard watched in amusement as the two drunkards suddenly began to stare each other down with firm resolve.

"Un, deux, Trois!" They suddenly shouted, hitting their open hands with the opposite fist. Both ended in a flat hand pressed as if they had just clapped. They frowned and went again.

"Eins, zwei, drei!" they shouted together.

"Oui! Paper beats rock mon ami!" Francis said mischievously. Gilbert pouted but got in the back seat anyways.

When both were settled, buckled, (Even though Antonio had to force them) and quiet, Antonio started the car and pulled out of the lot. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was 10 PM. A little early for the two to call it quits. He frowned, and glanced back behind him to see two giant figures leaving the bar as well. The men were staggering in their stride and obviously both drunk out of their right minds. He felt his eyes widen as he saw one of them climb into the driver's seat of a larger car.

"I can't believe those idiotas… we need to get some space from them." Antonio muttered to himself, recognizing the two as the ones Gilbert had socked in the jaw earlier for hitting one of the bar maids. He didn't mention it to the others, because he knew they would get angry and start shouting insults out the windows. And whether the men heard them or not, Antonio was never in the mood for the drunken shouts of his friends when they were angry.

"I vote bed when we get home." Antonio said, and then paused. "After you shower of course. I don't want to do your stinky laundry."

"Ja. I couldn't agree more." Gilbert said from the back. Francis only nodded as they pulled up to a stop light. The red was too bright for his bleary eyes. "Francis smells absolutely terrible."

"Hey! It's not my fault that guy dumped his beer all over me! No balance in his stupid head." He shook his head, still covering his eyes with his arm. "Ohhh, Mon ami, maybe you should have taken the front seat…" he told Gilbert. The said albino laughed lightly.

"Nein I think…. You won fair and square." He teased. Francis frowned, but nodded. Antonio groaned and leaned his head against the back of the seat.

"Sheesh, this light is really long." He sighed, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. He flicked his gaze up to the rear-view mirror and saw not a soul around them, except for one jeep that was pulling up calmly next to him in the turning lane. When he saw the driver, he grinned and waved.

The driver did a double take and then grinned right back while he rolled down the passenger seat window. "Hey Toni! How are ya?" The younger teen asked with a smiled. His bright blue eyes sparkled with his ever going energy.

"I'm alright~!" Antonio sang right back. "And you, Alfred?" He asked.

"Designated driver." The dirty blonde said, jerking his thumb to the back. "Arthur and Matthew are back there." Antonio frowned.

"Alfred… you aren't drunk are you?"

"Oh no! I would never do that!" Alfred said reassuringly. "I didn't drink a thing! Well, except a root beer, but that doesn't count!" Antonio smiled.

"Good~! I'm actually doing the same thing!" He said happily. "Say hi you two~!" Francis and Gilbert waved, Francis a little less enthusiastically. "Gah, is it still red? I've been sitting here for at least five minutes!" he complained halfheartedly . Alfred frowned.

"Really? Jeez, this really is a long one. Maybe we should just go? No one is here." Alfred thought about it.

"No mi amigo. They have cameras here." Antonio said, pointing up to the light post above them. As said, a white traffic camera was hung there. "We can't afford the tickets." Alfred nodded.

"Thanks for the warning bro!" HE said, peeking up into the rear-view mirror. "Hey, that guy is coming in fast, you should pull up a bit to give him some stopping room." Antonio nodded and lifted his foot off of the break to roll forward a few feet. He stopped again and looked back. His green eyes went a bit wider as he saw that the driver wasn't slowing down.

At all.

And he had seen those guys before.

Antonio quickly slammed on the gas, trying to get out of the speeding cars way, and Alfred shouted in alarm.

"Mon ami! What are you doing?!"

"Toni! What the-!"

"I have to get away from them-!"

But it was too late. The oncoming car suddenly swerved, as if trying to avoid Antonio's car, but it instead hooked the Mazda under the bumper, slamming in the back and smashing it. Alfred watched in horror as the car flew forward, skidding on the front, almost completely vertical now. It finally slammed back down on its roof, and then the momentum caused it to turn again, back onto it's, now, flat tires. The speeding car pulled a dangerous U-turn and floored it back in their direction.

Alfred screamed, Matthew and Arthur doing the same in the back, as the bigger car rammed into the side of the trio's car again, flipping it another three times. Then it drove off. All was eerily silent for a split second, but Alfred put the car's parking break on and jumped out of his jeep. He ran to the Mazda- or what was left of it- and crouched down to look in. But the windshield was so broken that he couldn't see into the upside-down car.

Using his elbow, he smashed what was left of it in to clear an opening. "be okay, be okay, be okay…" he chanted in his head, tears building up in his eyes. Matthew soon joined his side and they both slammed the glass out of the way, ignoring the cuts that now were lacing their hands.

"Toni! Francis! Gilbert!" He cried, shoving metal debris out of the way with his brother. It took several tries, but they finally got the window clear and Alfred crawled in on his stomach.

"Toni! Francis! Gilbert!" He shouted, or more choked. His blue eyes widened even more when he met the inside scene.

Antonio was smashed up against the wheel, his head covered with blood and glass, Francis was much the same, but his head was bowed down to his chest, and Alfred couldn't see the damage there. But arm was bent in an unnatural angle against the broken window. They could be alive… right?

Gilbert had been thrown up between the two, and his mouth hung open, jaw obviously broken and knocked out of place. Both of his arms were bent behind him, perhaps not broken, but definitely dislocated. But for reasons Alfred couldn't see, blood was leaking, or more spurting, from his mouth.

Alfred quickly climbed out and whipped out his phone. As it rang he turned to Matthew, who had just climbed out himself. Trying to be as calm as he could be with his tears streaming down his face, Alfred took his shoulders.

"Go turn on the emergency lights. We're not going anywhere for a long time. And make sure Arthur stays in the car." Matthew nodded, his eyes bleared over with tears and ran off, trying to clear the tears with his sleeve as he did so.

"Dispatch- what is your emergency?"