Sorry I haven't updated recently, I've been really busy with other stuff and I just felt like I should update today so...yeah, my apologies

Anywho, you guys probably don't care about all that so I'll just get on with the story
And thank you for the reviews and to all of those still reading even though this story is sad and angsty and...traumatizing. I WUV YOU GUYS!

And sorry to those of you who no longer enjoy this story :( I guess the plot just got away from me and I'm just kinda rollin' with it now...thank you for liking it in the beginning though! And I appreciate the criticism as long as you guys aren't rude!

Warnings: implied murder, drama, can be considered a filler (depending on your POV)

"Over the top, over the top

Right now it's killing time

Over the top, over the top

The only way out is to die

God has spoken

Through His conscience

As I scream, aim and fire

The death toll grows higher

Scream, aim, fire"

~Scream, Aim, Fire by Bullet for my Valentine

Chapter Twenty Five

"What is your relationship with Matthew Jones and Gilbert Beilchsmidt?"

"Matthew's a friend of mine," Lovino answered honestly, if not a little tentatively, "and Gilbert is his boyfriend."

"And, how well do you know Matthew?"

"Well enough to know he likes pancakes, his favorite color is red and he likes to be called Matthew Williams, not Jones. He even made it legal," he said narrowing his eyes at the detective sitting across from him, "Can we stop all this bullshit? Let's get down to the real reason why you decided to wake me up at 11am on a fucking Saturday!"

The detective -a skinny, Asian-American man who had so much product in his hair, the teeth of his comb were visible and highly noticeable -leaned back in his uncomfortable plastic chair, his hands still folded on the metal table top. "Where were you on the night Mr. Alfred Jones Senior disappeared?" he asked referring to Alfred -who had been named after him- and Matthew's father.

"I was at my boyfriend's house for a movie night," Lovino hissed defensively, also leaning back in his equally uncomfortable plastic chair, crossing his arms defiantly. "My boyfriend can prove it. His parents, too, since they caught us making out on the couch. Ask the neighbors while you're at it, they probably heard the fight."

"Fight?"

"They called me Antonio's 'butt fucking buddy' there was going to be a fucking fight!" the Italian snarled challenging the detective to make a comment, "He and his parents started yelling at each other in Spanish for a good thirty minutes!"

"I see," the detective -Erwin Simpson, for all those who give a shit -said writing that down in a little, stereotypical, detective note pad, "And do you know Matthew's where abouts?"

"Probably with his boyfriend. Why the fuck do you wanna know?"

"I'll be honest with you, Mr. Vargas," Simpson said leaning forward on his elbows, dark brown eyes meeting Lovino's lighter hazel ones, "We have good reason to believe your friend Matthew is responsible for the death of his father."

"What?! Matthew would never hurt anybody! Besides, how do you know that pig is dead?! Is there something you're not telling us?!"

Simpson raised his eyebrow, once again leaning back in his chair. "Pig? What makes you say Mr. Jones was a pig?"

He swallowed thickly, guilt and regret clogging his throat as he realized he had made some sort of mistake. "He hated Matthew, his boyfriend, his friends, all because we're gay. He beat Matthew! He angered a lot of people, and everyone can agree he got what he deserved."

"Could Matthew have killed his father?"

"No! He's too nice, too forgiving!"

"His boyfriend then? Would Gilbert Beilschmidt have killed Mr. Jones?"

At this Lovino hesitated, for only a moment, before saying, "No. Gilbert would never, ever, risk going to prison and being taken away from Matthew! Gilbert loves him and that's that!" He really hoped that the detective hadn't noticed how he hesitated, but, judging by the smug smile on Simpson's face, the detective had. "I'm going to go, now," Lovino said gruffly, crossing his arms and standing to his feet, "I don't have to answer these questions. I may be a teenager, but I know my rights."

"Yes, of course," the detective said with a patronizing smile as he rose to his feet, opening the door for Lovino. The Italian walked quickly passed the detective, zippering his brown, fleece jacket shut. "Have a good day, Mr. Vargas."

"Whatever, bastard," he muttered, keeping his head down as he speed-walked down the hallway; which was how he, eventually, bumped into somebody. "Oh, s-."

"Lovi? What are you doing here?"

Needless to say, Lovino was shocked just as much as the other teen, when he had looked up and had seen that he had bumped into Feliks. "Feliks...What are you doing here, bastardo!"

Feliks, unaffected by the Italian's harshness, flipped his blonde hair over his shoulder and stuffed his manicured nails into the pockets of his over sized, neon green, pullover hoodie, "The police called me here to, like, ask me questions about Mattie and that asshole of a dad he had."

"Had?"

"Yeah, the bitch, like, tots let it slip that he kicked the bucket."

"Same."

"Yeah, so, like, I totally got mad and left. They totally don't have the right to ask those sort of questions, you know?"

"I know. They don't even know Matthew," Lovino said as they walked out of the police station together, their sides pressed together as they walked side by side, "He'd never be able to hurt someone."

"Uh huh."

"...And Gilbert wouldn't either," he said, feeling the need to say something, "he'd never risk his relationship with Mattie like that."

"...sure, whatever you say," the blonde murmured looking down at the frayed edges of his black converse.

"Feliks...did you say something to them?" Lovino asked worriedly, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, "Did you tell them something about Gilbert's past?"

"Not really! I...I just said Gilbert was an asshole, is all."

"Feliks-."

"I know, ok! I know I probably, like, fucked up big time! Can we just drop it for today, though? Please?"

"...Fine," Lovino muttered, relenting due to the pleading tone that coated the blonde's words. "But we do have to talk about this."

~oOo~

"So, yeah, anyway, Alfred's been in deep shit since then," Matthew concluded, scooping more maple flavored ice cream with white chocolate chips and whip cream into his mouth, "What have you guys been doing?"

Lovino and Feliks shared a look, the Italian deciding he would be the one to come clean. "Have you seen Carlos and Tim lately?" Ok, so, maybe not immediately.

He sucked on his plastic spoon as he thought it over, "Hmm...no...I think they said something about driving to Colorado or something...why?"

"Matt, the police totally think you did it!" the Pol cried, slamming his hands on the table and drawing attention from the other patrons in the ice cream shop, "They think you killed your dad and everything! They, like, talked to Lovi and I this morning!"

The spoon fell from between his lips, clattering on the orange table top. His face had gone pale and his hands, which he had curled into fists, were shaking. "Oh...dieu...are you ok?! D-Do you think I di-did it? Please tell me you don't! I wouldn't-!"

"Shhhh...Mattie, it's alright!" Lovino said quickly, putting an arm around the blonde and pulling him into his side, his instinctual reaction after seeing the tears threatening to fall from Matthew's eyelashes, "We know you didn't do it...we know..."

"Yeah, they're, like, totally idiots for thinking you had anything to do with it," Feliks agreed, sliding his chair closer to the Canadian and grabbing his hands between his manicured ones, "Everyone and their mother tots knows that you're a sweetie~."

"But-."

"No buts, Matt, we all have your back," the Italian snapped, squeezing Matt closer, "Us, Gil, our boyfriends. Even your asshole brother. We got you."

Matthew smiled, a tear dripping down his cheek as he pulled his friends into a group hug, "I love you guys!"

Lovino blushed, his face buried in Matthew's chest, "W-Whatever, bastard! Now let go of me!"

Feliks, on the other hand, only nuzzled deeper into Matthew's chest, wrapping an arm -each -around Matthew's back and Lovino's waist. "We love you too, Matt!" he giggled, placing a platonic, glossy kiss on Mattie's cheek.

For a moment, the worry for Matthew that the two teens had dissipated, leaving only joy and stubborn belief that Matthew -kind, sweet, loving, gentle Matthew -would never hurt someone, let alone kill. That, they knew, was something Alfred would do rather than the passive Canadian they were friends with.

._._._.

Detective Erwin Simpson was cleaning up the interview room when his partner, Zoe Maloney, walked in with two cups of coffee in her slim, caramel colored hands. "Simpson."

"Maloney," Simpson said with a half smile, it was an old game they played. The two had grown up together sitting in front of the TV on late night sleepovers, cop shows on TV and their blankets wrapped around their head and shoulders, TV shows where detectives called each other by their last names, unlike the real world, "how'd it go in your interrogation?"

"Alright, the weird she-male thing suggested Gilbert Beilschmidt might have something to do with it. You?"

"Same, only my guy was a lot less...forward about it."

"Is Matthew Williams still a suspect?"

"Oh, yeah. He might not have killed Mr. Jones, but he had a hand in it, all we need to do is find evidence."

"If we talk to them-."

"Give it time," Simpson insisted, "let them sweat it out. That way, when we do talk to them, there's a bigger chance of them screwing up."

PHEW! THAT'S DONE!

Sorry it was so short v.v' next chapter will probably be longer. Probably.

Characters mentioned/appeared:

Matthew (Canada)

Gilbert (Prussia)

Mr. Jones (OC) (Father of Matthew and Alfred) (Dead)

Alfred (America)

Lovino (Romano/South Italy)

Feliks (Poland)

Antonio (Spain)

Erwin Simpson (OC) (Detective working Mr. Jones' homicide case)

Zoe Maloney (OC) (Detective working Mr. Jones' homicide case)

Carlos (Cuba) (Dead)

Tim (Netherlands) (Dead)

PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! I'D REALLY REALLY APPRECIATE IT!

A warning for next chapter: it'll be mostly smut. Kinky, BDSM smut...and some fluff thrown in -all between Gilbert and Matthew

I love you all (and sorry again for the really late update),

~Kitty