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EnglandxReader: Insane? 8A/N: There's some language.
Matthew hung up the phone and stared blankly at his computer screen. He couldn't believe what he had just been told.
Mr. Zwingli had looked up Arthur Kirkland's account information and confirmed a withdrawal. And he had been right. It was a huge amount.
'What does a wealthy man like Mr. Kirlkland want with _____?' he thought. Matthew sighed and opened his desk drawer. He retrieved his maple flask.
'This doesn't help me at all!' He furrowed his eyebrows in frustration. 'I'm back to where I started. I'll never be able to find them.' He flipped the cap open.
'Where are you, ____?' He raised the flask and was about to take a sip, when something flashed across his computer screen. 'Hmm? What's this?'
Matthew leaned closer to the moniter. A message alert was blinking in the corner.
It read, "New Information Regarding: Kirkland, Arthur. Select: Open, Igno
EnglandxReader: Insane? 7, 1Chapter 7
A/N: This chapter is split into two parts.
12:00 AM, Interpol Headquarters
A dark, stout man swiveled around in his chair towards his co-worker. He plucked a cohiba(1) from his breast pocket and lit it.
"Que bolá, asere?(2)" The man rose from his chair and leisurely walked up behind his soft-spoken counterpart.
The other man was blonde, and wore glasses. He didn't even look up from his computer. He was huddled close to the screen, intensely focused on his work.
When he didn't answer, the stout man puffed his cigar and pulled his dreadlocks back into a ponytail. "Matthew, you want to know something?" He picked up a photograph that was sitting on his desk and studied it. "You always stink like maple syrup. It makes me sick."
EnglandxReader: Insane? 6Chapter 6
The name rung a bell, but you couldn't quite remember where you'd heard it before. You've certainly never seen him before...
Then why was he so familiar?
But you didn't have time to think about it. He was looking at you, expectantly. You glanced at Arthur, who seemed to be at a loss for what to say. He caught your eye and shrugged.
You looked back at Francis and thought quickly.
"We came here in a black Jaguar, officer. I think we parked somewhere....over there..." You gestured to a general area in the parking lot. "You're much taller than I am, sir. Can you see it from here?"
His eyes left you for a moment as he scanned the lot for your car. "Oui, oui, I see it, ma'moiselle. Over zere!" He turned back to you. "S'il vous plait (please), madame, let me escort you." He offered you his hand.
To be honest, you thought he was a creeper. But the last thing you needed right now was a suspicious police
EnglandxReader: Insane? 5Chapter 5
A/N: Warning:There is some language in here!
There were no other cars on the road. It was 3:06 AM in the morning, according to the digital clock in Arthur's car.
"Why the hell are you driving so slow?" Natalia had her arms crossed, and was growing impatient.
"The speed limit's 50! I don't want to get a ticket..."
You giggled at this in the backseat. It was so typical of Arthur to abide to the rules. But when you saw the annoyance on Natalia's face, you stifled and pretended to cough.
"It's fucking 3 in the morning! Do you see any cops around? I sure don't!"
"Well, you never know!" He turned up his nose. "I have a perfect driving record, you know! I have to maintain my reputation!"
"YOU'RE REPUTATION???" She was yelling now. "YOU JUST BROKE US OUT OF A MENTAL HOSPITAL AND YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT GETTING A TICKET?"
"Natalia, please, don't get angry!" You tried to
EnglandxReader: Insane? 3Chapter 3
Ludwig arrived early the next morning. You were eager to see him and assure him that you were not trying to kill yourself on the night of the funeral. He was relieved, and believed you, although he didn't quite buy into your insistance of hearing Gilbert's voice. But altogether, he seemed less distressed.
"By ze way, I talked to a secretary, und she said zat you may be able to go home if ze doctor approves. Has ze doctor analyzed you yet?"
You shook your head. "My guard says I will be meeting with her today."
Ludwig nodded thoughtfully. "Don't hide anyzing from her, okay, ______? Ze people here are trying to help you, and I don't vant you risking your health... Tell her about ze voices and you never know, she might...er...believe you."
You promised him you would confide in the doctor, and after that, he left.
You purposely avoided telling him about your late night visitor.
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