Road Trip

Chapter 6

The car was dead silent. Ludwig was the only one left awake. It was nearing midnight, and even Kiku was slumped over, his tablet still in his hands. He looked lovingly at his comrades in the car, his brother had his back against him and slept soundly. Antonio was asleep, his head resting in Lovino's lap, Feliciano leaning his head on top of Lovino's, drooling running down his chin into Lovino's hair. He noticed movement in the back seat of the car.

He moved his rear view mirror and turned on the light. Everyone groaned as they sat up. In the far back, Kirk was on Jones lap, his tongue practically down the other's throat.
Ludwig yelled at them, "Are you fucking serious?"

Jones poked his head out from behind Kirk, "No," he said, smirking, "I'm fucking Kirk."
Ludwig winched, "you're worse than my brother," he sighed, "Then again, what else do I expect? He's the one who trained your sorry ass." He flicked the light back off, "when we get there, I want you two to get a fucking room!"

Gilbert giggled, "Hey, Ludwig," he asked, in between gasping laughing breaths, "Can you get... a room... for me and Roderich's...Wedding night?" He howled with laughter and the entire gang joined in.

Lovino finally was able to stop laughing long enough to say, "Yeah, I'm going to need an extra large to fit Antonio's ass in there..."
Antonio fake sniffled.

"Whaaaat!? Why are you so mean so me?"
"It's a compliment, you have a very nice ass, Antonio." Lovino commented.
"Is that all I am to you, a nice ass?" Antonio asked, hurt.

"Maybe." Lovino said with a shrug. When Antonio started to fake sniffle again, Lovino quickly snapped, "What does it matter to you how I feel about your ass? In this relationship, MY ass is the only one you should be worried about." He smiled, slightly mischievously.

Feliciano, oblivious to what was really being said, asked Ludwig sleepily, "Since my brother and Antonio are roommates, can I sleep in your room Ludwig?"

Everyone looked at Ludwig. The car was silent. Gilbert couldn't contain himself, "Ludwig... brohouse," he said slowly, laying his arm around his brother's shoulder. "your boyfriend just asked you if him and you could fu...." Ludwig cut off Gilbert's voice with a punch in mouth. He lay slumped against Kiku, who was still asleep. Kiku stirred, looked at Gilbert, checked his pulse, then went back to sleep. The car was silent once again. No one wanted to be put to bed like Gilbert had.

Ludwig suddenly remembered something, or more a someone, "HEY! Jones, isn't Matthew back there with you?"

Jones looked at the empty seat where the medic was sitting, "No..." he suddenly recalled going to the rest stop about 6 hours ago. Matthew never came back from the bathroom. Jones asked cautiously, "Should I call him?"

"No," Ludwig said, his voice had changed, It was deeper, "If someone gets shot then I won't have to deal with them on the way home." A cruel smile touched his lips.

*30 minutes later*

Ludwig got the team into a small motel and asked for 5 rooms. The motel manager nodded and handed the weary German the keys. The Hitmen climbed the stairs, except Gilbert, who was thrown over Jones shoulder, still out cold. The team knew better than to rile Ludwig up, but Gilbert loved to mess with his younger brother, who was much stronger than Gilbert would ever admit.

Jones dumped Gilbert on his bed, and shoved Gilbert's bags onto the small table on the other side of the room. Then, he headed off to his and Kirk's room. He collapsed into bed and sighed as he heard Lovino yelling. He pulled the pillow tight around his head. He knew better than to go and try to stop him, it'd only make it worse.

Kirk groaned, "Why can't they ever stop arguing?"
"Someone stupid said opposites attract. To bad they were right," Jones moaned.
Kirk nodded, "So, how did those two ever hit it off?"

"Well," Jones thought a moment, "I don't know exactly, but I have theory that Antonio, Lovino and Feliciano are Ex-Italian mafia." Kirk laughed."What's so funny?' Jones asked, sitting up on his side to face Kirk.

"My father had dealings with the American branch of the Italian mafia, there's no way those two are part of the mafia, especially Feliciano." he shivered, "They are scary good, they run the most corrupt business in the world, there is nothing they don't have a hand in. They wouldn't be able to survive in a business like that..."

Jones smirked, "I don't know, when I was looking into that man I shot on the bridge, trying to figure who set me up, I found out he had just come Italy. He was pretty high up in the Italian Mafia, I saw a few wanted photos that looked like Feli and Lovi when they were very young... It was crazy how much they looked like the Vargas twins... the third guy is blurred but..." He showed Kirk the picture, and Kirk shook his head.

"The names could be aliases, but even so, this isn't them. Luciano has red hair and Flavio has blonde hair. Even their eyes are different colours, plus look at this." He zoomed on a small date in the corner, "if this were them, they would be almost a hundred years old."

Jones sighed, "I knew it was too good to be true, but I really thought I had figured something out." Kirk looked at Jones confused, so Jones explained further, "I've lived with the Hitmen since I was 5, and yet, I know absolutely nothing about them. Somethings are common sense, like Ludwig was a military officer in the German army, and his brother was a pilot, but Feliciano... it just doesn't make sense that he would end up in a business like this." Kirk was struck with a sense of curiousness, as he suddenly realised he didn't know everything about Jones either. He knew what he had told him, that he was a pickpocket when he was 5, a hitmen by 13, but that's a long stretch. Then again, who was he to judge, everyone had their secrets, even him.

Jones sighed, his brows creased deep in thought, "Now, that I think about, there is something suspicious about all this, there's a detail that's missing, but..." he sighed again in frustration, "I don't know, I can't help but feel like there's someone out there pulling all these strings to get something." Kirk look at Jones, confused by Jones' explanation, but he simply shook his head, "Ignore me, I'm tired..." he muttered, rolling over and quickly falling asleep.

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Names you need to know:
Feliciano- Italy
Lovino- Romano
Ludwig- Germany
Gabriel- HRE
Antonio- Spain
Kirk- England
Jones- America
Gilbert- Prussia
Francis- France
Yao- China
Kiku- Japan
Ivan- Russia
Matthew- Canada
Roderich- Austria
Flavio- ??????
Luciano- ?????