"..." Roderich decided not to ask what happened when he walked into the destroyed Manor. He did not ask why the kitchen was scorched. He did not ask where Mathew was. He did not ask how Alfred could stay so silent, more so than he ever had in his life. He did not ask who had done all this damage. The Austrian knew he would get no answers now, so he waited as he tended to those who had been injured.
Alfred sat in the floor with head down, legs out, and arms slumped to his sides. Only groans and sniffling could be heard in the room. Alice was helping Yao putting out the rest of the fire she started. Feli was crying into Lovi's shoulder, mumbling quietly in Italian. A few of the men, as well as Laila, had been knocked out or injured and were placed on a cloth on the floor.
Arthur sat still on one of the three usable chairs left as Kiku applied some medicine to the wound. He had been with Roderich to pick up some documents at the public library that Alfred had requested. The Japanese men did not know either what had occurred here, but he knew it was bad and that he should have been here to help. Maybe if he was here, Mathew would be too.
Once Arthur was finished, Leon took a sit in the chair some blood still on his face. "Feels like paint," he said plainly and Kiki simply blinked at him before helping him. Arthur walked over and knelt down beside Alfred. The blonde not looking up and continued to keep his head down.
"... Alfred," the pirate said softly. "Hey Alfred," he said once more but a little louder. The blonde's hand twitched slightly.
"We'll get Mathew ba-"
"THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!" Alfred yelled as he shot his head up to look at Arthur, eyes filled with rage and a trembling body. "I hired you all so you can protect Mat and I! Look what happened! The Manor is destroyed and they took Mat! How is that protecting us!"
Everyone in the room was silent and stared at the two.
"Now Alfred let's cal-" Gilbert attempted to intervene even though he too was angry that Mathew had been taken, but there was no point in yelling at each other.
"Shut up! I had faith in you guys, but you all failed! Miserably!" Alfred continued as he stood up and began to walk out of the dining hall. "Get the hell out! You all are wasting my time! GET OUT!" Were his last words before slamming the door.
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The High and Mighty
FanfictionMathew and Alfred Jones are the sons of the richest noble family in London. When noble family's start being killed, Alfred hires guards. The irony of the guards is too much to take in. Will they find the killer before the killer finds them?
