Murder Case #1

"I see," Alfred, too, noticed the paleness, which urged him to interrogate further, "Do you have any relations with anyone from Di Stefano? Who are they exactly?"

"I knew a lot of people with the last name of "Di Stefano" in Italia. It's nothing special." Lovino shifted in his chair a bit to get comfortable again.

To keep the tension high, Yao kept writing in the notebook.

"Okaaay," Alfred's eyes spotted a familiar curl on Lovino's head. It resembled the curly hair that was evidence from the crime scene, so he took note of that. "Then do you know Andriano Testa?"

Lovino narrowed his eyes. "Friend of a friend. I don't know him that well."

Yao just scribbled more down. Having everything he notices in there.

Alfred raised a brow, and gave Lovino a quizzical look, "Well, what do you know about him? Do you have any resentment feelings toward him?"

"He's into drugs. And no, I know him well enough to have an opinion on him." Lovino was starting to feel impatient and let his eyes wander.

"Alright, got that written down, Yao?" asked Alfred as he tapped his finger on the Hello Kitty notebook, as he would prefer to call it. "Well then, what about Gilbert Beilschmidt?"

His eyes flashed in recognition for a moment, but quickly changed back to half souless and half sullen eyes. "What about him?"

Yao nodded. "Everything down aru." He said as he flipped to the next page.

Although Lovino's eye movements were almost too quick to not notice, Alfred caught it just as fast and proceeded to ask him, "What are your relations with him?"

Lovino looked Alfred straight in the eyes. "Nothing. I don't associate myself with Germans."

Alfred hardened his stare at Lovino, "Really, now? Your reaction before says otherwise."

Notes down things that have been shown in the suspects actions........

"I've run into him a couple times, yes, but that doesn't mean I associate with him!" Lovino scoffed at the American.

"Hmm," Alfred turned to look at his partner, "Yao, what do you think? Isn't it kinda fishy? Or maybe we should interrogate Gilbert next. Or maybe I'm just hungry, dude. I haven't eaten lunch yet, yo!"

"Could I ask what I'm being suspected of?"

"Well, we can just hold him here for a while while we go and ask Gilbert questions aru" Yao puts his notebook away. He turned to Lovino "You are being investigated with the murder of Andriano Testa, from an eyewitness account." He said bluntly at the Italian.

Alfred opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by the sound of his stomach grumbling. "Hahahaha! Sorry about that, dude. Anyways, yeah, can you please excuse us? We'll be interrogating Mr. Beilschmidt for now."

Lovino looked up to the two police men and glared. "And...what? I'm just supposed to wait here?"

Yao nodded at his partner then looked back at the Italian, "Well, you stay here till we get something out of the German aru."

((Question; What happened to Popo Vs Criminal? I liked that idea.))

[..... D-did it die? we can bring it back just post aru... ><]

Gilbert is still stuck in the police car. His headache is almost gone. How long has he been sitting in here? Minutes? Hours? No one really cared anyway, they just continued to investigate the scene, ignoring his awesome presence.
From what he can hear, apparently there's someone murdered in this alley and he just happened to pass out from the alcohol intake in this very alley. He groaned. This is not awesome at all now that he is stuck here.