Third person POV:

Once the group of Italians, Germans (Prussians) and the Canadian got to a food place, they all ordered something, payed and took a seat outside.

"You're-a right. This pizza is sh*t compared to-a Italian pizza." Lovino agreed. Flavio hummed, but continued eating his pizza.

"They-a didn't have any pasta..." Feliancio mumbled unhappily. He also had a slice of pizza in front of him.

"Just-a eat your-a pizza." Luciano sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Ok." Feliancio said, eating his pizza. Gilbert and Gillian were eating hot dogs and (Y/n) was eating funnel cake.

"What are you-a eating bella?" Flavio asked.

"It's a funnel cake. It's really f**king good." (Y/n) said before using her fork to take a bit of her funnel cake and held it towards Flavio. "Here. Try some." Flavio blushed lightly and opened his mouth, taking the bite.

"Mm! That is-a good!" He cheered.

"I know right! This is the f**king best!" She agreed, not noticing the jealous looks on the others faces. "Does anyone else want to try it?" (Y/n) asked. Everyone else put their hands up.

"I don't normally do this... But Wonderland seems to bring out the best in everyone. But if any of you f**king tell anyone I'll f**king kill you all slowly and make you eat your own f**king insides!" (Y/n) growled before feeding them some of her food. Everyone gave complements to the food before continuing to eat the rest of their food.

Once they were all done eating, the Italians split up again to go on different rides and such. The two albino's and (Y/n) began wandering around the park.

"You! The girl with (h/c) hair! Stay there!" A voice called from behind the three. (Y/n) stopped walking and turned around, only to see three police officers.

"Put your hands up!" A second police officer ordered, pointing her gun at (Y/n). (Y/n) slowly put her hands in the air, paling slightly at the sight of the gun.

"Whats going on? I swear I didn't f**king do anything!" (Y/n) exclaimed. Gilbert and Gillian walked over to the police officers.

"She vas vith us all day. I svear she hasn't done anything." Gilbert said.

"Are you (Y/n) (L/n)? Adoptive daughter to the man who was brutally murdered a couple weeks ago?" The third police officer asked, ignoring Gilbert.

"That is me... Why?" (Y/n) asked.

"You're going to need to come with us." The first police officer said, taking out hand cuffs and putting (Y/n)'s hands behind her back, handcuffing her.

"Wait. You think I killed him?! I swear I had nothing to do with that!" (Y/n) exclaimed. "I wasn't even home when he was killed!"

"Jour going to take her avay?" Gillian asked.

"That's right. Until her name is cleared or proven guilty, she will stay in our custody in a cell." The second police officer said before looking over at Gilbert. "Your one of the kids who work at the station, right?" He asked.

"That's right." Gilbert said, nodding.

"Don't forget to come into the station later then. You can see whats going on." He stated before the three escorted (Y/n) to the exit of the park. Gilbert and Gillian looked at each other before both pulling out their phones.

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(Y/n) stayed silent the whole way to the police station. She sat in the back, handcuffed, and looking out a bared car window. Once the car stopped, the door opened and a police officer helped (Y/n) out of the car before escorting her into the station.

"We'll ask you some questions before deciding what to do. If we think you're unsafe, a threat, or guilty, we'll put you in a cell." A police officer said.

"What the f**k!?! That's hardly fair!" (Y/n) exclaimed. The police officer shrugged.

"That's the law." He replied. The police officer escorting (Y/n) opened a door and she was handcuffed to the table. The police officer left, leaving (Y/n) in a grey room with a one way mirror and an empty chair on the opposite side of the table.

"Damn law. Damn all this!" (Y/n) yelled. A man in a suit walked in and closed the door, sitting down across from (Y/n). He held a file in his hands.

"My name is Private Investigator Doncare." The man introduced. He had blue eyes and brown hair.

"That's a stupid name. Who names their kid Private?" (Y/n) asked. Doncare ignored her and opened the file.

"Do you know why you are here?" He asked.

"You all think I murdered my adoptive father." (Y/n) replied, rolling her eyes. She kicked her feet up on the table and leaned back in her chair.

"That's correct. Now, where were you that night?" Doncare asked.

"I was out with some friends at an arcade. I then came home and my father beat me up, almost killing me. Some of my friends happened to be around and heard the noise. They saved me and tended to my wounds." (Y/n) stated. Doncare wrote something down.

"I see. What happened after that?"

"I heard about what happened to my house and adoptive father the next day when I woke up. My friends then let me stay at their house." (Y/n) replied.

"You said you were almost killed. How did you wake up the next day?"

"I don't know. I've always been pretty fast at healing." (Y/n) stated, shrugging. She put her feet back on the ground and leaned forwards. ""Is that a problem?"

"Looking at your past records, you have been in jail before, you've vandalised your school, beat up many kids and were in gang related crimes." Doncare read before looking up from his file.

"Yeah, and? What does this have to do with anything?" (Y/n) asked.

"You are a danger, your story doesn't add up, you've been tracked to many illegal hacking jobs like hacking into government flies and school files and for the time being, you cannot be aloud to be in society." Doncare announced. (Y/n)'s eyes flashed red as she stood up, her chair falling over. She broke the chains on the handcuffs and grabbed Doncare's pen.

"Those are no f**king good reasons on why to put me in jail you f**ker!" (Y/n) yelled before jumping over the table and tackling Doncare. The door flew open and police officers rushed in, trying to get (Y/n) off Doncare and pry the pen from her hands.

Once they finally got her off Doncare, Doncare was rushed out of the room and (Y/n)'s arms were twisted behind her back.

"Alright kid. We can do this the easy way or the hard way." The female police officer holding her arms stated.

"You'll have to knock me out to get me back in jail!" (Y/n) exclaimed before bending over and flipping the female over her back, freeing her arms. (Y/n) kicked the female cop's nose before running out of the room. Police officers surrounded her. (Y/n) jumped at them and began clawing, punching, kicking and choking anything she came into contact with. And by the time a police officer finally knocked her out, there was a pile of knocked out and bleeding police officers. A female officer dragged (Y/n) into a room and dressed her into an orange jumpsuit. On the left corner were the numbers 11200. Once (Y/n) was redressed, (Y/n) was brought down to an empty cell and thrown inside.