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Connected	By : chaseaime Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1775 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The room was still buzzing. The press lined the back and several people from both college and the street filled the old building's largest room. His palms were sweating from where he sat in the front row with his brother. Matthew saw Alfred's red face and took his hand. He didn't even notice the sweat, but took the time to lace their fingers and squeeze the larger hand. The jury was making their decision off in another room. On Matthew's other side was Braginski, who had watched with extreme intensity.

Francis had gone three days ago up to the police department with a bloodied blade in his hands. He had cleaned up and wore his best as he threw it down on the desk. The secretary had almost screamed over it and he was quickly subdued. Since his arrest the police department had received several threats they thought related to the trafficking groups he aided. They'd kill him if the got the chance, so security was tight in and around the courtroom.

What was the decision going to be? The papers for some time had stated a young man was to blame, but now the people discovered the boy was merely a victim in the scandal. The press found the claim made by Bonnefoy to sound too incredible. Too thought out. Matthew had grinned as he heard it spoken aloud and felt his heart pounding.

"I killed Kirkland. Several times over he has broken deals with me and sold people of interest to me without my agreeing to it. I wanted this boy as mine. When I learned of his intentions I killed him. In the struggle the boy escaped me and I fled. Why I confess is of my own concern and not that of the press or court. Make your choice and set the time. Make it quick too, my suit is getting wrinkled in this thing you call a seat."

The courtroom had laughed at his theatrics and the press was stunned. Despite the confession at the beginning they still had to go through the ins and outs of the case. Alfred had been called to witness and for the first time since his disappearance students saw the boy. He had lost so much weight and his eyes were baggy. He seemed like a haunted man now. The press would take the great liberty to stress how the torment he went through has obviously broken him, and that should an question his innocence they need but look into his eyes.

He had stood before the courtroom and told the truth. He never lied as he was never asked about his brother. The story Francis provided had made it seem he fled when the door was opened and the men struggled, so Alfred ran with that. When Francis was brought forward for questioning he stated all he had said before in his confession to the police. Braginski was asked for police details in regards to the crime scene and statements made by various individuals. The court had handled this case seriously and as delicately as they could.

The jury was filing into their seats again. One after the other. Men and women of the city making a decision which could change the lives of many.

Say it. Come on, fucking say it! Matthew squeezed Alfred's hand harder, eyes narrow. He wanted the verdict. He wanted this sweet Justice.

"We, the jury, have reached our verdict." A woman of the jury stood, paper in hand.

"State your verdict." The judge, an older man and a father, looked down at her. Braginski had worked to have this man over the trial. A father working a sex offense case was sure to work for a guilty verdict too.

"On counts of rape, human trafficking, illegal possession of drugs, and manslaughter we find the defendant, Francis A. Bonnefoy, guilty of al charges."

The people of the court were applauding. Francis shut his eyes with what seemed remorse before turning in his seat to look at the three just behind him.

Alfred was sitting like a saint and wouldn't make eye contact, Braginski nodded in approval at his performance, and Matthew was grinning. Bonnefoy wondered what would be done with the boy after this. The Canadian had done the murdering. Would he undergo therapy? No doubt Alfred would. A shame, really. He really had wanted the boy for himself.

Bonnefoy was led out of the courtroom and people began to exit out the back. Braginski and a few other men of the police helped Alfred and Matthew to an unmarked car away from the press. Questions were shouted even as Braginski climbed into the driver's seat and took off into traffic. For several minutes the car was quiet before Matthew started laughing. Alfred gave a confused sound and Bragisnki flicked his eyes to the rearview mirror.

"I can't believe it. This is perfect! Everything went just as it's supposed to!"

Matthew was exhilarated. He had succeeded in murder and the rescue of his brother. His twin was innocent and clean.

"Matthew, there's a catch in all of this. Especially in regards to you." Braginski stated without any tone of emotion. Such a flat sound.

"What catch, detective? I thought we understood each other."

"Oh, we do we do. It's just- I feel that you're not stable enough to go unchecked. I want you and Alfred to see a therapist."

"Fuck that, I'm stable-!"

"Brother, please. I saw you that night and I see you now. Please?" Alfred looked at the boy. Tired and feeble he didn't have the same strength. Yet his spirit seemed a might stronger than his twin's.

"All right. Therapy it is, brother. Anything else, Braginski?"

"I need you two to stay in one of our safe houses for a while. You've been seen by the press, which means the human market will know your faces. Know your names. So until things settle the FBI wants you hidden. I jerked those guys around and kept them off the case, so now I have to play bitch for a while and listen to what they have to say."

Braginski sounded bitter enough, so even Matthew believed him. Alfred pressed his head to the cool window and watched as rain began to fall. It was cleaning dirty streets. If he stood out in it would it clean him too?

None of that, brother. You're perfect. Pristine. I took all that filth from you, so don't you fret.

Matthew's hand was on the other twin's shoulder, thumb rubbing circles as he looked at him. Alfred left the window and nestled against his smaller brother's chest. Matthew's eyes closed and he found himself drifting off to sleep. Braginski's cell phone buzzed in his pocket. His Bluetooth earpiece picked it up as he answered.

"You like them? It was a lot of hard work, but I'm sure you won't have any trouble out of them."

"Of course not. We're going to the safe house, so they'll be perfectly fine."

"I imagine your house would be safe, sir. Have you contacted the agency for me?"

"Yes. They know how everything was a stunt to bump Kirkland out. Just be patient. You'll be out of there soon."

"No problem. I'm being well taken care of, thanks to you, sir. Anyway, Bonnefoy out, sir."

Ivan sighed happily as the connection died. He had paid a lot of money for American twins. And this silly uniform. How lucky he was that the police force was so easily purchased. Airplanes roared overhead as he drew nearer to the airport. Back home with his American souvenirs.

Author's note: A big thank you to al those who followed me along the way. It has been fun writing this piece. I look forward to seeing you all in the next story. One has been published in the meantime and another is possibly in the works. Not related to Connected, of course. We're done here. So, thank you again and take care!
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