Blameworthy. (DenNor)

8. The Romanian & Norwegian

"Dammit, I told you already I'm here on the account of Vladimir, so let me in you ungrateful bugger!" Arthur yelled, slamming his fist on the counter.

"I'm not going to let a lunatic Fed like you in." The officer assured him arms crossed. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he had German accent or was it Austrian? Honestly Arthur didn't even care, he just wanted this officer to step down.

"Know your position." Arthur advised threateningly.

"Cool down Kirkland." He heard a voice say. He turned to see Lukas come into view with his badge out.

"Bloody finally can you tell your mate here to let me through?" Lukas raised a quizzical brow.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Excuse me I'm here-"

"Yes, I know Vladimir called you in. Right this way." The officer escorted. Arthur's face flushed red.

"I suppose you're going to let me tag along since I'm with him." He demanded. The Officer, Arthur leaned catching glimpse of his name tag, Edelstein, German aright, narrowed his violet eyes at him.

"I'm certified to be in this case." Arthur said through gritted teeth.

"I'm sure you are." Officer Edelstein said, was that a hint of sarcasm in his tone?

"Then let me through unless you're being paid to not let me enter. "

"What are you implying?" Officer Edelstein asked warningly. Arthur leaned in, their noses almost touching.

"I'm just saying, the Italian Mafia has been real close to the Germans giving protection to the dirty cops that have turned a blind-eye on their business, doing them favors like the dogs they are." He stated.

"How dare you! Essen scheiße, du schwein!"

"Why you wanker! I took German in Uni do you think I don't know what you're saying?"

"The more you know the better!" Edelstein yelled in rage.

The two were eye in eye glaring at each other when a voice broke the silence.

"This isn't the time gentleman, we have other important matters at our hands." Arthur looked up seeing the familiar red eyes and shaggy brown hair. Vladimir. He saw a figure move next to him in his peripheral vision. Was that a kid next to him?

"Vladimir what the bloody hell - who is this?" Arthur exclaimed pointing at the small boy by Vladimir's leg. He shared identical features as him and had fangs? The little boy hid behind his leg.

"My little brother Aurel. Isn't he cute?" Vladimir said with a dopey grin.

"Honestly Vlad this isn't a babysitting job." Lukas nodded in agreement.

"I should know, I have a little brother of my own." Vladimir scooped up his brother in his arms.

"Yes well, he's old enough to understand the circumstances correct?" Lukas nodded. There was a longing look in the Romanian's face as his brother clung to him.

"Sir-"

"It's alright Roderich, follow me to my offfice we can discuss there." Arthur who gave a Roderich a smug look strutted behind him, as Lukas followed suit, he suddenly felt concerned for Vlad's well-being, the look on his face just now, something must've happened.

Vladimir's office was cluttered, just like any other disorganized cop, he had mounds and mounds of files stacked at his desk, a whiteboard filled with scrawled writing and pictures pinned on every direction as lines connected them. The first thing that Lukas recognized was the broad grin plastered on Matthias's face. It was a blurred image of him, and the tip of his hat was lowered hiding his eyes, there was no name underneath it just a question mark, as his picture connected with others creating a tangled mess.