The High and Mighty

8. Wait... What?

"So who are you? You are not the crew we are after," Arthur said right off the bat.

"Well we are after the same people. I do know who they are but I unfortunately need assistance in destroying them," the man explained as he continued to smile.

"An odd way to ask us for help don't you think, mi amigo?" Antonio asked, balancing the weight of his battle axe on his shoulder.

"Yes well I left that plan up to my sister," he glanced back at a woman with long hair, her coat covering majority of her face and body. She had a few daggers around her waist, a deadly glare in their direction.

"Tell me their nationality and appearance then," Arthur said, he had memorized the list he was given and wanted to see if this man was telling the truth.

"He is Russian like myself. Black hair that reached his shoulders. A long black beard and violet eyes, a dark shade I say. Pale white skin and a vertical scar over his right eye as well as an x shaped scar on his left cheek. He is tall and idiotic man," the Russian then paused, the frown disappearing from his face. "He is my uncle, Viktor Braginsky, brother to my father."

"Braginsky..?" Alfred stepped out from behind his servants. "Is that you Ivan!?"

The man that Alfred was addressing as Ivan smiled. "Alfred, it has been a while. How are you? I am disappointed that you are not dead yet but a little happy at the fact I suppose," Ivan let out a small chuckle. His sisters glare only intensified, this time at Alfred.

"I thought you went missing years ago," Alfred said in bewilderment.

"In a way... My older sister let my other sister and I leave to pursue a more entertaining life while she kept an eye on the house our parents left to us," Ivan explained before removing his fur hat. "Did you hire these men?"

"Yea, thought it would be better to fight fire with fire," the blue eyed blonde gave a thumbs up and confident grin.

"Only you would think of something so... Stupid?" The Russian smiled. Alfred's cowlick swayed in an irritated manner.

Antonio walked over to Arthur and whispered in his ear as Alfred and Ivan bickered. "Does the description match our guy?"

"Yes... Besides I've heard of Ivan Braginsky, best to stay on his good side..." Arthur cleared his throat before addressing Ivan. "Mr. Braginsky, we will agree to work with you as long as you don't do anything on your own without consulting us. I would assume your Uncle is someone that is a handful. I suggest we work together to figure out an effective way to get rid of him."

"..." Ivan looked at Arthur for a few moments, the Brit having chills run down his spine from the direct gaze but stayed composed. "Very well~"