A town named Hetalia, Chapter6

The room the person dragged me into was fairly large.  I was tied to a chair, and a gun held to my head.  Amal walked forward, inspecting me a little.
“So, you’ve found out about us, Matthew.”
“W-well, I p-pulled out a bo-book and the wall m-moved.  A-and then th-they sa-id something about a b-bomb.”
No one beside Amal even looked like they were going to comment, making it slightly obvious that Amal was in charge.
“Hmpf.  Yes, about that little fact, you better not tell anyone, or I might just hurt that brother of yours.  I know everything that is going on in this little town, Matthew.  Everything.  So I will know if you tell someone, and I will hurt Alfred.”
I paled.  What had I just gotten myself, and dragged my brother, into?
“W-why would you place a bomb anywhere here?”
Hetalia was kind of small and in a territory.  What purpose could he have planting bombs here?
“I’m bored, why don’t we play a game?” Amal asked, and I knew that I would be playing, no matter what.
I really hoped it wasn’t Russian Roulette.
“I’m gonna let you go, because I know that you won’t tell anyone as long as your brother’s in danger.  I’ll plant clues, sometimes with people, sometimes not, as to why I’m going to place bombs here.  See if you can find them and figure it out.”
“Amal-” a girl started to say, her tone making it evident about what they thought of this plan.
“Be quiet Larissa, he won’t tell.  And it’ll be fun.”
The girl did not reply, and everyone else remained silent.  Amal untied me and basically pushed me out the hole in the wall.
“Have fun,” he said, the hole closing in front of him.
I placed the book back into its bookshelf, and walked out of the store, nodding to Eduard as I went past.
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I wandered around, slightly in a daze.
Bombs.
They are setting bombs around.
I should go tell Vash.
But what if they find out and hurt Alfred and it’s all my fault!
Oh, god, what if someone else finds out about them and tells and they think I did it!
My swirling thoughts were interrupted by someone saying my name.
“Matthew?”
I looked up to see none other than Arthur.  I had drifted my way over to the docks.
“Oh, Hi Arthur.”
“You look depressed.  What’s wrong?”
I couldn’t tell him about the bomb.
But I could tell him about Alfred.
Alfred had yet to tell Arthur, and I knew it was wrong to keep Arthur in the dark like that.
“Well, I’m in love with Alfred, and he’s in love with both of us.”
A look of surprise flashed across his face quickly, before he smirked lightly.
“I knew that it was more than just brotherly love.  Alfred was much too protective of you.”
I felt myself blush lightly, and Arthur continued,
“I appreciate you telling me.  You did have an advantage because I didn’t know.  But, I am a pirate.  I don’t fight quite so fairly.”
Someone called him, and he said bye politely.
I sighed, and walked back home, my mood abysmal.
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That night, Uncle Francis was busy and Alfred was staying over at Berwald and Tino’s because they offered him dinner.  I scavenged in the fridge, freezer, and pantry and found that we were out of food.  Again.  I sighed, wondering where it all went.  I threw on my jacket and shoes and headed to Kiku’s restaurant.  It was almost empty when I got there, and Taiwan seated me almost immediately.  Soon I was presented with my food, and I asked if she would like to sit with me, considering how no one else was there.
She complied, and we had a nice chat.  Somehow our talk got steered towards Feliks.
“He really is quite nice for being rich,” she commented.
“He’s rich?”
“Yeah, he’s the king’s cousin’s son.  But there was some scandal involving broccoli and he had to move.  He still has access to tons of money anyway.  I do feel kinda sorry for him though.  He’s in love with Toris, but Toris is in love with Ivan, even if their fighting right now.”
“Really?”
Taiwan nodded.
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“Matteo!”
I turned, knowing exactly who it was.  Captain Carriedo walking up, Lovino trailing behind him, a pile of papers in his hands.
“Antonio, we don’t have time for this, damnit!”
“Lighten up a little, Lovinito!  Matteo, how have you been?”
“Fine, thank you.  How about you?”
“Bien, bien!  Trade has been good, lately, very good. And not too many pirates either.”
“That’s always good,” I said politely.
“Antonio, now!”
“Fine, fine, vengo.  Adios, Matteo!”
“Bye.”
Lovino dragged Captain Carriedo off, and a piece of paper fell off of his pile.
“Uh, Lovino-” I started, but he was already gone.  I bent down and picked it up, noticing that it was an old newspaper article.
It couldn’t be.  That was too easy.
But it certainly seemed like a clue.  I pocketed it, and continued with my day.
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Late that night, I was in bed, reading.  I had gotten this book from the library, and had avoided the bookstore since that incident.
My door suddenly opened, and I looked up to see Alfred.
“Alfred?” I questioned.  It was almost twelve.
“Come here,” he said, words slurring ever so slightly.  I stood up, lying the book carefully on my bed so that my place was kept.  I walked over to him and he pulled me into a hug.  He gently kissed my forehead and said,
“You know I love you, right?”
I nodded, smelling the alcohol on his breath.  I had the urge to push him away, and followed it, taking a few steps back as well.  A look of hurt appeared on Alfred’s face and I felt guilty.
Hands were grabbing me and he smelled strongly of Vodka-
I could feel my heart beat speed up from fear.  I didn’t want to remember those things.  Alfred took a step forward, towards me, but then Uncle Francis was at the door.
“Why are you still up?” he asked us, “Alfred, don’t you have work tomorrow?”
Alfred glanced at me before nodding, and leaving.  Uncle Francis left afterward.  I placed my book on the ground next to my bed and turned out the light.