The Canadian Connection

Ch. 3 Imposters

Recap!

"Hello Feliks, I've been looking for you." Sang the voice from the crack of the doorway. Feliks eyes widened in horror, his mouth growing dry.

"W-what are you doing here?" He shakily demanded.

"What are you talking about; Toris told me where you were." Alfred answered, a confused expression on his face as Feliks pushed himself up against the opposite wall of the control booth, his green eyes focusing on the America who had just entered with absolute terror. Kiku shuffled in beside the American, observing the Pole in the corner curiously before looking at Alfred.

"Alfred-san, what did you say to him?" Alfred shook his head without looking at Kiku, his eyes riveted on the cross dresser in the corner in complete mystification to the reaction he was receiving.

"I didn't say anything; he just freaked out and asked what I was doing here." Alfred told his partner somewhat defensively. Kiku gave him an admonishing look at that and was about to respond with likely some disbelieving remark had Feliks not interrupted him.

"Who the hell are you?" Feliks demanded, pointing at the confused Japanese man.

"Feliks, I told you about him, this is Kiku." Alfred explained, placing a hand on the Japanese mans shoulder in a friendly way. Feliks' eyes bulged comically as he stared at the Japanese man, who shifted slightly at the unnerving scrutiny.

"What happened to the other one?" Feliks demanded to the now thoroughly confused pair, who exchanged a look between them.

"Which other one?" Alfred asked slowly, as though the Pole was having trouble with understanding English, a problem the Polish man had not had for nearly a decade.

"The one you had with you like, five minutes ago."

"Feliks are you ok, I just got here, for some reason the bouncer didn't want to let me in. You can check with him if you want." Alfred explained worriedly, a cautious expression on his face. Feliks glared at the man who had dared question his well being.

"Of course. I'm like, totally fine, now wh- holy shit, w-why don't you have the c-case?" Feliks demanded shakily, pointing at the Americans un-manacled wrist. Alfred looked at where the Pole was pointing before advancing carefully so as not to startle the other man, placing a hand carefully on the Pole's shoulder.

"Feliks, I don't have the case, you never gave it to me, now what exactly is going on?" Alfred patiently asked, his eyes filled with concern as to his friend's welfare. Kiku cautiously following the Americans lead, not entirely comfortable being around such an unpredictable individual as Feliks.

"Da, I am curious as to where exactly the case is as well." Alfred whipped around, a handgun flying from the holster near his hip to his hand in order to point at the man who had just entered the room. Alfred's eyes narrowed furiously while Feliks' eyes widened in horror at the figures in the door.

Before the two men stood Ivan Braginsky, in all his menacing and terrifying glory wearing his beige coat, white scarf around his neck and childish grin plastered on his face. The former KGB agent wasn't alone however, which was what really had Feliks concerned.

"Ah ah ah Alfred, it would be a shame if I had to hurt poor Toris." A slight whimper followed that proclamation, prompting Alfred to glance down and visibly pale when he saw the brown haired green eyed man held in front of the Russian like a human shield with one arm, the other holding a pistol to the Lithuanians temple gleefully.

"Oh my gawd, Toris!" Feliks proclaimed in surprise, eying the brunette in horror. "Are you ok?"

"Doubt it." Alfred scoffed, narrowing his eyes dangerously at the massive Russian, his gun never straying from his face. Ivan giggled lightly, pushing the muzzle of his gun slightly more into the captive mans temple prompting him to suck in a breath quickly, his eyes growing wider with terror. "Let him go Ivan." The Russian grinned wider before giggling once again.