Road Trip

Chapter 2

Jones heard a heavy bang on the door. He knew it was Ludwig instantly. He was not one of those, Oh, you're late, whatever, I'll just go do some boxing type trainers. He will drag your ass out of bed half asleep and say, "It's water survival day," and proceed to chunk you into the deep end of the pool.

Jones sighed as water streamed down his face. The shampoo had long since been removed from his hair, but be loved the feeling of the water running down skin. In the silver facet of the shower he could still see his bruises and scars. They had healed, however they were still tender.

He flinched when Kirk touched him from behind.

"I guess I need to go." He said quickly, kissing his cheek, his arms wrapped around his shoulders. Jones turned, seeking his lips, but Kirk was already gone. He was late enough.

Kirk ran into their room, jumping up and down trying to pull on some pants that didn't fit just as Ludwig broke the door down. "You are late by 2 hours, vhere have you been? Sleeping in! You need to learn how to burn the candle at both ends, you are a hitman now, you don't need sleep. Do you hear me?"

Kirk smirked, his wet blonde hair hanging down in his face, dripping water on the floor "I'm sorry, I got caught up here."

Jones came out of the bathroom, a bath towel wrapped around his waist. Oblivious to the angry German, he asked nonchalantly. "Kirk do you know where my pants are?"

Kirk blushed as Jones held up his pants, realizing he had grabbed Jones' pants by mistake. Ludwigs sighed and ducked out the room, muttering something under his breath about young kids, then he yelled as he slammed the door shut, "I want you down in 5 minutes." then he popped back in, cracking the door, "Oh, and Jones, you have training too."

"No can do." he said with grin, "I've got a 3 day mission in Portugal, I leave on a plane in an hour."

"Actually, you don't... The boss said that until I iron out your reckless behavior, you're grounded..." He said it like a father reprimanding a child.

"Grounded," Jones challenged. He took a step forward, playing the role of the rebellious teenager.

Ludwig stepped back into the room, "You heard me. I was the one who suggested it really. Especially after you got caught twice by Sadik."

Jones grinned wickedly. "They don't make pants that can hold me, you can ask Kirk." He glanced at Kirk, who punch him hard in the gut. Jones coughed and stumbled back.

Ludwig, grinning in amusement, left.

*Five minutes later*

Kirk sighed as he and Jones walked down the hallway, it was a 23 step hallway, a left turn into a big room, a right turn in the bigger room lead you to the basement, a left and you would end up in the hospital wing. He shuddered as remember that cold white room...

Ludwig, as he knew the blonde haired man now, was waiting patiently for him to tell his story. Kirk looked back over his shoulder to look at Jones, but Gilbert, his silver hair a mess on his head, brought his attention back to him and his brother.

"Look here, you've seen him, and you said you're ready to talk... so start talking..." His voice was dangerously low and hollow. Kirk knew that Gilbert, the team's interrogator, could get anyone to spill their guts, one way or another....

Kirk knew he didn't sabotage Jones' mission. He understood their suspicion and Kirk had a few buried secrets in his life. He didn't know where to start. Ludwig's brother was more patient, ode to his years as a trainer, "Why not start with yourself. Where are you from?"
"Bolton, originally."
"You're part of a gang, correct?"

"No, my family runs the business... they're called the Pirates, my father started it, my brothers continued it. I wanted nothing to do with them.... But I will admit... I did what it took to help my family..."

"Your father, where is he now?"

"Dead. He died in a bad drug deal... he was trying to get enough money... to... to..." Kirk tried to stay strong, but it was too much, he choked on his words, and blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the tears, "to pay for my college, so I wouldn't have to join the gang..." In some ways, he almost felt like he betrayed his father, by leaving the family for Jones, but his father did tell him to seek his own happiness. Ludwig looked sympathetic, but Gilbert had enough of his brother getting in his way. He pushed past him, and picked Kirk up by the collar and took him into the hallway. He slammed him full force against the wall, and pinned him there.

"Enough with the sob story, I don't care about you, the only person I care about is a hospital bed right now, and it looks like you're the one who put him there..." Gilbert said. His ruby eyes were on fire, Kirk's breath grew rapid in fear. Gilbert pressed his knife against Kirk's cheek, sliding it down to his throat, leaving a small red line behind it. "Start talking..."

That it was. Kirk, with incredible force, pushed back on the tall Prussian, who didn't expect it. Kirk pinned him to floor, his hair growing darker as blood stained it red, his eyes lighting blue, "Listen, I betrayed my family to stay by his side, my siblings threw me out, I drove his sorry ass here, he would be dead in his apartment in handcuffs if it weren't for me..." Gilbert smirked up at him as he continued to rant.

"Hey West, think you can train him?" He asked nonchalantly, ignoring the angry Brit.
Ludwig nodded, "I'm sure I can teach him a thing or two, I mean he was able to pin you to floor... He has to be worth something..."

"What's going on???" Kirk asked confused, his eyes green as always. The last couple of moments were a bit blurred.

"You passed..." a weak voice said. Kirk looked up to see Jones standing in the doorway. "It was test..." he continued, his blue eyes glazed, but sparkling with a hint of pride, "You can..." Jones coughed heartly, "Be a hitman if you so choose...." he said, his voice choked up.

Ludwig took a step forward, "Jones, get back in bed, now..."
Jones shook his head slightly, a wide grin on his face, "And me miss the awesome prussian being pinned to floor, I don't think so..."

A flash of white and Kirk was met with the eyes of the long blonde haired Frenchman named Francis, the "cook" of the house, though Kirk believed he was better. His blue eyes peered from behind a camera, "1st day of being a hitman..." he said excitedly looking at the photo approvingly.

"He never said yes..." Gilbert said wiggling out from underneath Kirk.
Jones smirked at Kirk, "He didn't have to."

Kirk paused by the picture, there were dozens on the walls. They were of people from all over the world and they littered the hallway. He couldn't help but to smile at it. Jones' was suddenly behind Kirk, wrapped his arm around him and, pulling him into his chest. He kissed the top of his head.

"That's my favorite picture."

Kirk studied it intelty, Ludwig looked like scalding father, Gilbert tried to hide his face and Kirk looked confused as hell, while Jones smirked in the doorway looking like a ghost. "Come on. We're already late..."

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Names you need to know:

Feliciano- Italy
Lovino- Romano
Ludwig- Germany
Gabriel- HRE
Kirk- England
Jones- America
Gilbert- Prussia
Francis- France