"Remind me why I agreed to this again? And to be stuck with you of all people," Arthur stated clearly for the other to hear.

"Oh come on, amour~ Who knows? This might be fun," Francis replied.

This all started with another one of Alfred's dumb games. He called seven of his friends to his house for whatever stupid reason he had in mind.

~Flashback~

"I wanna thank all you dudes for getting over to my place, like, ASAP. Now the whole reason you losers have been invited to my, the hero's, pad, is 'cos you all are going to play a game!" The whole group groaned at this idea. Alfred's games usually involved one or more people getting naked or worse. None of the men present wanted to think about that after the last time Alfred invited them over for some strip poker.

"Ve~ Sounds like fun! What kind of game is it, Alfred?" asked Feliciano.

"I'm glad you asked! This is a test of courage with a twist. I will be putting everyone into groups of two. These groups will be chosen randomly, so don't get your hopes up. Now, onto the good part! There is a huge cemetery in my hometown of Washington D.C. There are four entrances. Each group will start at one entrance. The goal is to get to the center of the cemetery by sunrise. The winning group will get a special prize at the end, so look forward to that." Before Alfred could finish explaining, Yao raised his hand.

"Alfred, you said it was a test of courage with a twist, aru. What is that twist you were talking about, aru?"

"Oh yeah! The twist is that you either have to hold hands with your partner the entire time you are in the cemetery or one will carry the other all the way to the center. Your pick on what you two do. If you do not apply to these rules, you will be disqualified. Meet at the cemetery by sunfall. See ya there!" Everyone at the meeting was dumbfounded. They were all caught up in one of Alfred's tricks, yet again.

~At the cemetery~

"Okay guys, lemme take attendance. Feliciano!" Alfred said.

"Ve! Here, Alfred!" The small Italian was latching onto Ludwig, a muscular, blonde German.

"Okay, moving on with the list. Ludwig, Kiku!"

"Ja. I am here. And Feliciano, please quit gripping onto my arm." Feliciano didn't seem to hear him.

"Hai, Alfred-san. I am present," Kiku answered clearly.

"Cool! You guys are here too! Moving on, Eyebrows! Francis!"

"What the- you bloody wanker, I took care of you when you were in need and you thank me by insulting me? Honestly Alfred, I thought I taught you better," Arthur lectured.

"Calm down, Arthur, he was only playing with you. You two are brothers, after all. And oui, Alfred, I am here," reasoned Francis.

"LOL dude, Francis is right, I was only kidding. Last but not least, Yao! Ivan! You two dudes here?"

"Yes Alfred, I am unfortunately present, aru," answered Yao.

"Da, I am here. Let's make sure to all have fun, right?" Ivan cheerfully replied. That made everyone shift with unease because who knows what Ivan's idea of "fun" is.

"Uh...Okay! Next, let's get the groups together," Alfred instructed. "First group! Feliciano and Ludwig!"

"Ve! Yay, Ludwig, I get to be with you! Do want to carry me or hold hands? Because I really don't think I can carry you," asked a very pleased Italian. Ludwig was actually very happy about the situation, but didn't want to show any signs of it due to fear for his masculinity meter lowering.

"Hmm...I think it would be best if I carried you. Unless you would rather walk with me," replied Ludwig. He would much rather hold hands with Feliciano than carry him because though he may look scrawny, all that pasta he eats really adds up.

"Okay then! We'll hold hands! You'll protect me if anything scary pops out of some random place, right?"

"Ja, ja, I will."

"Okay guys, next pair! Me and Kiku will be group two." Alfred had a very pleased smile on his face. He and Kiku had become very close over the past few years, so Kiku had no problem with this. Kiku did, however, have a couple other problems. One, Kiku always had a secret crush on Alfred. And two, he hated to be touched without a logical reason. So either way, it was going to be uncomfortable. "So Kiku! Whaddya wanna do? Want me to carry you bride style?" Kiku's face got red at this statement, and apparently Alfred noticed. "Naw, man, I was just kidding. Wannna hold hands, or one carry the other?" Kiku had always dreamed of Alfred carrying him, but decided to play it safe.

"Um...I would rather put our hands together than you touch me somewhere unpleasant," Kiku said. Inside, Kiku was leaping with joy. Alfred agreed and called out the next group.

"Arthur and Francis! You guys are group three!"

"Excuse me? Are you sure you chose these groups randomly? Stupid Alfred, why are you such an incompetent fool?! The last place on Earth I would want to be is with-with this frog-faced pervert!" yelled Arthur loudly. He could have woken up every sleeping soul in that 's face turned from excited to hurt and upset very quickly at these words. They may have been enemies, but the two were always there for one another in times of need. Arthur had realized how badly he had hurt his companion's feelings and immediately felt guilty and ashamed. He was a gentleman, after all.

"Arthur-san. Please calm down," said Kiku. Kiku was always good at handling situations like this.

"If...If you really feel that much hatred towards me, Arthur, I will resign from the contest so that you don't have to see my face," Francis said. Arthur really didn't want Francis to quit the race just because of him. It wasn't fair.

"Francis... I'm sorry, I don't hate you that much, really. I guess Alfred calling me all those ridiculous names put me on the edge..." Arthur grumbled. Francis barely heard him... but he had heard him just enough. At this, Francis brightened up.

"Arthur... Alright." Francis then grabbed an embarrassed Arthur's hand. Arthur was a bit surprised at this action, but then remembered that it was part of the rules.

"Wait... There are only two... other people...left...aru," claimed Yao. He looked at Ivan who was smiling brightly as always.

Oh shit, aru! Am I really stuck with this psycho for the whole way, aru?! Thought Yao. He was scared of Ivan. Hell, everyone was.

"Yeah, I think we all know who the final group is. Right? Yao? Ivan?" teased Alfred.

"D-damn you, aru," grumbled Yao.

"Oh? What's wrong, Yao? Are you not happy with our group? If not, I can force you to become one with me… Ah, also, I will be carrying you because I would not want my little Yao to get hurt," Ivan sweetly said.

"No! No! I am very happy with our group, aru! I am very pleased to be working with you, Ivan, aru! And are you sure you want to carry me? I-I mean, I am a little heavy..." Yao said.

"Nyet, I will carry you." And with that, Ivan thrust Yao over his shoulder, much to the Chinese man's displeasure. "Okay, Alfred. I think we are all ready to go."

"Okay, dudes! Here's a map for you to look at before the race starts to tell you where your entrance is and where the center is. Remember, you can't let go of your partner's hand or drop them. If you do, you have to start all over and go back to the beginning. My righteous alien dude, Tony, will be flying around in his spaceship to make sure no cheating takes place. Okay dudes! In 3, 2, 1... GO!" Alfred yelled. Everyone held hands, or was being carried, while heading to the destination.

"Remind me why I agreed to this again? And to be stuck with you of all people," Arthur stated clearly for the other to hear.

"Oh come on, amour~ Who knows? This might be fun," Francis replied.

And with that, the two men walked into the cemetery, hand in hand.

A:N/ I am officially taking down my multi-chapter fics and revising them. I'm going to try to update often but if I don't, bear with me. I have stuff to do. Anyways, Please review!