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Homeless!America // Coffee And Burgers Part 5

Soon, a week passed, and you stayed there to no avail. You started to grow weary of waking up to the same room everyday, and everyday you secretly hoped you would be visited by friends or family, or anyone in general really. But when a knock came at the door, you would perk up slightly, being let down not too soon afterwards when the person came in. Usually, your "visitors" were your doctor or your nurses, who wouldn't really speak to you.

You frowned as you stared down your breakfast, not breaking eye contact with it. Your meals usually came with cards that asked what you would like for the next meal, and on the last card you filled out for the next morning's breakfast was filled out for cereal. But what sat in front of you was not cereal. What sat in front of you was chicken pot pie. How was that even considered breakfast?!

Your eye twitched ever so slightly as you picked up your fork. The piece of plastic was raised above your head, and it dove into the crust of the pie. Flakes of the crust fell from the pie's tin and landed onto the tray without a sound. You swirled your fork in the filling for a moment before pulling it out and shoved what stuck to the fork into your mouth, chewing slowly to try to identify the flavors.

"Hm, I guess it's not that bad," you mumbled under your breath as you stuck your fork back into the pot pie for another bite. "It's tolerable."

Then a knock was heard at the door, and without looking up because you knew who it would be, you called for them to come in. But it wasn't your doctor or your nurses that came in; it was two policemen, and they looked oddly familiar.

"May I help you?" you questioned them with a raised brow.

The slightly taller one nodded and cleared his throat. "Are you Mademoiselle (l/n)?" He asked, his French accent prominent.

You nodded slowly, not sure if you should trust them. Sure, they were wearing police uniforms, but you never know, they could have stolen them. But you continued to go along with their ruse -- if it really was a ruse.

"Well," the other, slightly shorter one began, his emerald green eyes staring straight into yours. "We were wondering if you had any relation to this man." He dug into his pocket, searching for something, but he didn't have time to find it for his French partner grabbed ahold of his wrist and stopped him.

You kept a raised brow as you stared at them with a confused look on your face. The Frenchman gave a smile to you before roughly pulling on his partner's wrist he still held, jerking him to face your direction. It wasn't long till an uneasy and awkward smile appeared on the shorter one's face. Now this was getting a little weird for your tastes; it was as if they were communicating with each other through telepathy!

"We'd like to introduce each ozher before asking you any questions," the Frenchman smiled, releasing his grip on his partner and walking up to you to take your hand instead.

"I'm Francis Bonnefoy," he smiled sweetly as he placed a prolonged kiss onto your hand, and when he released it, you quickly wiped it off with your sheets as he was turned to face his partner. The other policeman snickered, seeing you wipe your hand, and walked up to you.

"And I'm Arthur Kirkland," he said as tried to stifle back another snicker, and you nodded. His British accent, though partially hidden behind his laughs, made the slightest of pink dust your cheeks. Then he took your other hand that Francis hadn't kissed and placed a chaste kiss onto it, causing your blush to turn a deeper shade.

"I'm _____ _____, b-but I'm guessing you already knew that," you said, your speech slightly obscured by the Englishman's charms. You could feel Arthur smirk against your hand before letting it go and walking back to his partner's side.

Francis' smile from earlier somewhat faded before he reached behind Arthur, grazing his rearside lightly before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a photo. You saw Arthur's face turn red as a sly smile made its way to Francis' lips, replacing the sweeter one from earlier. Francis looked down at the picture he pulled out of his partner's pocket and found that he did not find the right one, showing that by frowning. So, he quickly replaced his hand from Arthur's back pocket and pulled out another photograph. Arthur's face turned a darker shade of red, continuously doing this after another three times of Francis almost placing his hand on the Englishman's butt.

Arthur turned to his partner, obviously angered by Francis' actions. "Did you have to do that, you frog?! You could've just asked me for the bloody photos!" He shouted at him. Francis in return held his hands up in defense.

"I'm sorry! I'll ask next time!" He chuckled before adding an, "I promise!" to the end of his sentence.

The sight made you giggle. Arthur spun from Francis to look at you before adjusting his posture. His head was turned to the side, obviously calmed down a bit, but a slight tint of red still covered his cheeks. You knew this type of behavior; you had read about it somewhere. You were tempted to ask if he was even aware of it, and you did so.

"Excuse me, Arthur?" His head turned to meet your gaze, almost tilting his head to one side. "Are you...tsundere...?" The word almost made you giggle.

"Tsun--?" He clearly didn't know how to pronounce the word.

You sighed as you tried to stifle back the giggle that almost escaped earlier. "Never mind," you said as you waved your hand dismissively.

Francis cleared his throat and shuffled through the stack of photos he received from Arthur's back pocket. When he found the right one, he held it out in front of you and asked, "Do you know 'im?"

Your eyes widened as the question tried registering in your mind. You weren't really focusing on what Francis asked but more on the photo. Now you recalled; these two men were there when Alfred was arrested. And the man in the photo was him. You knew you couldn't lie to them because they knew you knew who he was. You didn't know if you should nod or shake your head. But before you could answer their question, you needed answers yourself.

"And what if I do?" You inquired, looking up at Francis.

"Then we get his name and you take us to him," Arthur answered.

"But what if I don't know where he is?" You asked again.

"Zhen we'll just get 'is name and everyzhing else you knew about 'im," Francis said.

"And by everything else, you mean...?" You trailed on for them to answer.

"Where he works, how old he is, etcetera etcetera," Arthur replied, getting a little impatient. You nodded. Could you really trust these people?

"If you want answers out of me, you are to take me with you when you go looking for him," you said sternly as you looked at Francis with serious eyes.

You heard a sigh from the both of them as Francis drew away from you to speak with his partner. You couldn't make out what they were saying because their whispers were so soft. They exchanged words briefly before Arthur started to raise his voice slightly. Francis then spun around to face you, while Arthur shot daggers into the Frenchman's back.

He smiled slightly, "Alright zhen. We'll take you when we go looking for 'im." Arthur scowled, obviously not happy about the idea of taking you with them.