Arrested in Love: UsUk Prisoner AU

06: Trouble in 'Paradise'

Alfred was back in interview, this time not with Arthur. Some officer. He'd seen his face before he just didn't recognise him from the prison.
Asshole mode.

"Where were you the night of the murders?" The person asked, ah, Frenchman. Francis right? He worked with Arthur at the jail. What the hell and how the hell is he here? Alfred noticed the tape recorder was back, humming.

"I was in my brothers house, playing video games...I heard shots. Like a- like a boom, pause boom boom boom. Y'know? I looked out and Matthew and the other guy were already shot. The shooter had already gone. There's- there's an alleyway right where it happened. He probably went there. Or she. I tended to Mattie's wounds as best I could but it was too late. He died in my a-arms. I had his b-blood all over me. Then the cops came and picked me up...I couldn't even e-explain myself."

"So are you saying you didn't kill Matthew Williams?"
"He's my brother, I could never."

The Frenchman paused, tapping his lips. He wasn't usually the one who did interviews. Alfred could just tell he was uncomfortable.
"Does it alarm you to be this close to me? Even in chains I could strangle your neck." Alfred muttered, crossing his arms best he can.

Francis stood back a bit more, clicking the voice recorder off. Alfred motioned to it, his chains rattling. God that's so annoying.

"Stay away from Officer Kirkland, prisoner." Francis mumbled, getting real close to Alfred.
"And what happens if I don't?" Alfred asked. "Because I don't take orders from just anyone."

"I tell someone, and Arthur gets fired. Then you never see your little lover again and he gets thrown in prison elsewhere. Do you really want that for your Arthur?"
Alfred stood up, having to hold back all he could to punch the Frenchman in the face.

"Leave us alone," he muttered, glaring into the other's blue eyes. "We're happy. Don't interfere with Arthur's happiness. If you weren't a prick you'd see Arthur's much happier now that he has someone he actually loves tapping him." Alfred smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Wouldn't you know?"

Francis growled, clutching the prisoners shirt. "Arthur may be softened because of you but I'll kick your privileged ass all I want."

"I wouldn't say softened- he's usually rock hard around me. Y'know as I fucked him on this very table."
"You're sick!" Francis yelled, shooting backwards from the American. "Look, stay away from Arthur or something very bad is going to end up happening to him."

"How'd you even know anyway?"
"Besides Arthur telling me? I've had a little help in the prison. A little birdie told me you were fucking around with Kirkland so I had to find out for myself. Now as I see you I question how he could stoop so low."

"I'll fucking rip your throat out and shove it up your goddamn ass you better watch how you talk to me." Alfred spat, standing up once more, getting ready to rip these handcuffs off him. He'd only told one other person. Gil. Shit, he'd asked so many questions. He was a rat?

Francis could only laugh. "You're so helpless when Daddy isn't in here to help you. You're almost like a lost puppy. Or, or- a lost bitch."

Alfred grabbed Francis, throwing him against the wall. Francis smirked, "You're not going to lay a finger on me or this little thing you've got going with Arthur dies. Do you understand me?"

Alfred let him go, Francis sliding to the floor. "Either confess to the murder of Matthew Williams or drop Arthur."

How did Alfred know it would end up coming to this one day?

"I didn't kill Matthew! I already told you! I can't kill my brother. I couldn't kill my brother. He was my little kid brother, I was supposed to protect him! When they find who actually killed my brother...that's when I'm going to prison for homicide. Because that person, they're dead."