It can't be… No it can't be… Impossible… How….

I remained silent, sitting on the edge of my bed, mindlessly flipping through my most recent pictures. What to do? What to do? What should I do with these pictures?

I groaned and laid back. No…. I can't… I must delete –

"Hey Francis! You busy?"

I jumped, startled out of my thoughts. Gilbert was standing in the doorway, his pet bird sitting on his head. I normally poked fun at it, but I had no reason to today.

"Whatcha looking at?" he asked as he closed the door. I quickly hid the camera. "Nothing."

"Oh really? What's with the camera?"

"Nothing."

He then tried to grab it, but I kept it out of reach. "It's nothing, really."

"Don't believe you. Hand it over."

"No."

He and I had a small struggle. When we finally stopped, we both were on my bed, the camera in his hand.

"Give it back!" I said, trying to snatch it away from him. He moved his arm out of reach, clearly not going to without a second fight.

I collapsed back on the bed as he began going through them. "Nice…"

I cringed when he suddenly stopped commenting. "Oh, what's this? You photo-shopped this or something?"

"No, it's real."

"O lalala~. We could use this, Francis."

"Oh really," I said as he sat up. "How? Blackmail?"

"No, you bird-brain. The newspaper headline."

I laid there, thinking for a moment, then shook my head. "No, it's too risky. Besides-"

"People like chocolate, Francis! All we're doing is feeding it to them. Where's the harm in that?"

"A lot. For starters-"

He glared down at me. "For starters what? You're not willing to print this? For what reason are you not going to let me use this piece of chocolate?"

I sighed. "There's no way anyone's going to believe it."

Gilbert rolled his eyes. "That's the point. People like chocolate, especially fake. They need something to taste, to enjoy and here it is," he said waving the camera above my face. "And who said I wasn't trying to get the headline?"

I groaned. "Fine, you win. We'll use the least exposing pic and can we please alter it so it doesn't affect them, please? I don't want to ruin anyone's lives."

Gilbert just leaned downwards and kissed me. "As if, birdie. Just leave it to me. I'll get it out on paper and printed, 'kay?"

I nodded and received another kiss. "Well then see ya, birdie."

I watched him leave with my camera. "See ya."

Was this wrong? Was it going to be harmful? But… it is chocolate after all, no?


AN: I'm alive still! Thought I wasn't going to update this one ever again. but I got the necessary motives to : a review demanding more. So here it is!

Wah! This was a very short chapter! Oh well, there was plenty of codes here and there. So, can anyone guess what the chocolate is all about? If you can't, just stay tuned for the next chapter! It may or may not be revealed.

There were some PrussiaXFrance moments here. Their relationship shall be explained as story progresses.

I don't like what I've planned for the next chapter but hopefully I won't be killed...

Yes, Francis is kind of OOC throughout the story, but I need him to!

Enjoy your fake chocolate!