Murder Case #1

Yao walked to the parking lot to get the German out of the car. "Hey, you can get out now aru" He said motioning the Gilbert to get out. "It's time to ask you questions as well aru."

Gilbert did not want to follow the police's instructions but hey, at least he can get out of the car now. He reluctantly complied and followed the Asian female, while looking out for a chance to run away. He is not able to do that now since he is surrounded by police officer cordoning civilians and finding evidence.

Yao moved Gilbert over to an investigation room, and sat him down, across from him. "Now, I need you to tell me one, why where you there, two, if you saw anything, three, any reason for me to not just ASSUME that you're the one behind it all aru." He took out the notebook to be ready at hand to catch any of the Germans actions.

Alfred stood next to Yao and stared directly at Gilbert, waiting to hear for what he has to say.

(Oh darn why couldn't you escort me on the way there? I can try to run away! XD )

Gilbert looks at the officer and replies. "Why i was there? My awesome presence feels the need to be marked there!" Nope, he's not going to mention about the amount of beer he drank before he passed out somewhere. He shifts around, not meeting the officer's eye. "I saw the police the moment I woke up though. You have just disturbed my awesome nap! Why did you need to arrest me for sleeping there anyway? You have mentioned a murder? All I've probably killed then might be the cockroaches disturbing my sleep!" His stomach growled. All he had drunk was beer. His last meal might have been dinner hours ago.

Yao sighed and wrote in his notebook. "So, you were there cause "of your awesome self was there cause your awesome self wanted to be there"; is that correct aru?" He looked over the German again, to look for any signs of lying.
[xDDDDD WELL, IF YOU RAN I WOULD HAVE LIKE, YOU KNOW, BEAT YOU AND STUFF. YAO IS NOT MERCIFUL. ]

Gilbert corrected him. "As I've just said, my awesome presence feels the need to be marked there! I think you need hearing aids. Such an early age.." He shakes his head, pitying him. "Hey do you have something to eat? I'm hungry and haven't had breakfast." He gives his bright and usual grin.

(WELL YOU ARE AN OLD MAN SO YOU CAN'T CATCH ME AND BEAT ME UP! XD )

Yao was about to go and slap the German for that comment, but brought himself to be the better. "Okay then aru, and sure, Alfred, get someone to get him to get food, we have to get more things out of that Italian over in the other room aru" Yao stood up and got his things together.

Lovino sat restlessly in the other room, bored as hell. He was rather fidgety too, worried the worse was going to happen...
"God daaaaaaaaaaammit." He mumbled to himself.

Gilbert takes this chance to find out where the observation room is and knocks on the four sides of the wall. One of them sounded different from the rest. He wonders if he should make his escape now since the officers are not around but cancels the idea. He will not have the strength to make a successful escape after that.
"Gott, I hope it won't be Macs.." That guy is sure obsessed with it, shoving them into the mouth in seconds.

Yao got to the room where Lovino was being held, "Okay, we are going to keep you in for a while now aru, sorry if it's a problem aru."

Alfred purchased at least a dozen from the hot dog cart that was right across the police station. Since he was rather hungry as well, Alfred took out one of the hot dogs out of the take out bag and started consuming it in big chunks. By the time he was finished with it, he was already in Gilbert's interrogation room. "Dude, I hope you like hot dogs or else I'm going to eat this all by myself."

Lovino looked up at Chinese...man? and glared at him. He mumbled sarcastically under his breath, "...Why would it be a problem?"

Gilbert hurriedly sat on the chair when the door swung open, pretending nothing had happened. He had found where the one-way mirror was. He looked at the bag Alfred was carrying and saw the amount of hot dogs he had bought. "Kesese! Are these all for me? Thanks a lot!"
He took the bag and started to eat one of the hot dogs. Too bad it was not wurst, but it was better than nothing.

"Yeah sure, no problem," Alfred raised a quizzical brow, wondering if Gilbert can actually finish all those hot dogs.

Gilbert of course is not going to finish them all in one shot. He is going to save some for later. Who knows how long can this get? He hides the bag containing the remaining hotdogs behind his back, hoping that he will not notice.

Yao looked at the Italian "because you will have to stay here till we are done with investigating. " he sat down. (ahhh did I already sit down? I'm not sure...) "I can keep you company for now, but only cause I have to watch you and ask you questions aru." he noticed the glare.

Lovino said nothing and just angrily puffed his cheeks up, continueing to glare at Yao.

Yao just glanced at Lovino, seeing his glare. What? Did he want to leave so soon already? Or was there something else....? *he quickly noted in his notebook*

Lovino curiously watched Yao write something in his notebook, wondering why he'd be writing notes again. He hadn't done anything suspicious, had he? Maybe it was his scowling...or maybe Yao was just bored? Lovino tried to put on his best poker face, but his bad mood showed through anyway.

Food is precious to Alfred, especially large amounts of food so he kept an eye on the huge pile of hot dogs. He noticed Gilbert hiding them behind his back and sighed, "Dude, just what are you doin'?'

Gilbert tries to think of an awesome excuse. "Saving the best for the last? Can't I eat them whenever I feel like it?"

Yao kept eying Lovino, just writing more. His bad mood was nothing to hide from Yao, it was too easy to read him.

Yao's constantly writing made Lovino extremely uncomfortable, and caused him to fidget and move around in his chair quite a bit.

"Uh, sure. Whatever dude," Alfred took out his own notebook and pen, getting ready to jot down notes, "So, are you full now, Mr. uhh.. Beilschmidt?' He tried to pronounce Gilbert's last name as best as he could. "If you are, I'm going to start asking you some questions."