Yay! I finally finished chapter two! Just a heads up, I've read in another fanfic that Grandpa Germania was called Aldrich, I didn't want to be a copycat so I named him Diedrich, which I read was a bit more of an authoritative name than Aldrich. :D And I know I switch alot from calling him just 'grandpa' or 'grandfather', 'grandpa Diedrich' or just 'Diedrich'... And sorry if he seems a bit too OOC... Please enjoy, and if you don't, please don't kill me or anything...

Gilbert hadn't been asleep for an hour when the three dogs in the yard below his window began howling up a storm, aggravating his hangover. He was about to go to the window to shout at them to shut up when that very window began to slide open. In the faint light of the morning, Gilbert easily managed to find his old baseball bat. Blunt object in hand, he walked over to the side of window.

The albino waited until the intruder's whole torso was in the room before he brought the wooden bat down on the man's head. With one blow the bat broke in half. The intruder cried out in pain and the rest of his body fell through the window. Gilbert turned his desk lamp on and gasped when he saw who it was.

"What the hell are you doing here, you damn creeper?" Gilbert hissed quietly, not wanting to disturb the other residents in the house. Sadiq ignored him and instead focused on the intense pain coursing through his skull. The Turk was on his knees, forehead on the ground while he groaned in distress.

"Why in the world did you do that, aşkim?"

"Dude, what else would I do if I saw somebody crawling through my window, and why the fuck do you keep calling me that? How'd you even find my house?" The two of them jumped when a loud voice echoed through the house; it was Grandpa Deidrich yelling at the dogs that were still barking. When they stopped and it seemed his grandfather had went back to bed, Gilbert reverted his attention back his unwanted guest, who was sitting upright. "Well?"

Sadiq rubbed his head again before putting his hands in his jacket pockets. He seemed to be dazed from the hit to his head, for it took him a while to answer. "I've had to drop Antonio off here sometimes after class. He talks about you alot. It's Gilbert, right?"

"Hey, you only answered one of my questions, and like I'd tell you my name when you're obviously stalking me." Gilbert sat on his bed, still gripping the bat even though it was broken.

"Right, sorry." Gilbert could see, despite Sadiq's dark complexion, a pink blush begin to form on the Turk's cheeks. "Um, aşkim is a rather endearing term back in my country."

"Meaning what, exactly?" The albino's tone was threatening.

"It means 'my love.'" Gilbert's eye began to twitch when he heard the words. He felt his own face begin to warm up at the rather awkward answer. For some reason, he didn't feel angry, which began to upset him even more. If it wasn't anger he was feeling, what was it?

Gilbert shook his head, trying to clear his mind of whatever the heck that was and focused again on the masked intruder. "Anyways, I gotta find a way to get you out without grandpa finding that you were here. If he sees you, I'm homeless, you got that? It's one for his rules..."

Sadiq nodded his sore head and stood up to follow Gilbert out of the room. They crept past Ludwig's door and stopped at the top of the stairs.

"Okay, we need to be extra quiet; at the bottom of the stairs is my grandfather's study. I can see the light on so he's up. I'll go down first to see if he's facing the door, and when I signal you, come down, and quietly!" Gilbert whispered harshly before heading down the stairs. Sadiq watched as he peeked into the door and hopped to the other side of it. He slowly went after Gilbert when he was waved at, but he stopped short of the door.

The both of them froze when they heard a door opening on the second floor; Ludwig was up. Gilbert's eyes darted up at the top of the stairs and back to Sadiq, and then he made a mad hand gesture, motioning for the Turk to follow him.

"GRANDPA!" Gilbert hopes of getting away with this vanished when his brother shouted. He hated the way Ludwig had started snitching on him.

Diedrich quickly got up from his desk and stepped out of the door. His eyes locked on the now trembling masked stranger standing before him. He took a second to look up at Ludwig, who was pointing to something behind the old man, so he turned around to see his other grandson, who was staring back in horror.

The man's expression was blank, but Gilbert could see the blazing fury in his grandfather's cold, blue eyes. He noticed Sadiq cringe when Dietrich turned to face him again.

"Get. Out. Of. My. House. NOW!" Sadiq ran past the two Germans without a second thought, not wanting to be on the receiving end of a punch from Gilbert's grandfather. The second he stepped out the front door, he heard Diedrich yelling at the top of his lungs in German at Gil!"bert.

"WER ZUM TEUFEL WAR DAS? Wissen Sie, ich weiß nicht einmal mehr zu kümmern! Ich bin krank und müde von Ihnen immer Ärger und Regeln zu brechen! Ich möchte Sie aus diesem Haus um sechs Uhr heute Abend! Und nimm dir deine verdammte Katze mit Ihnen!"

Sadiq stood away from the door, hoping that his new crush hadn't just been kicked out of his home; of course he didn't understand German. An idea popped into his head and with a determined look on his face, he ran back around the house to climb back through Gilbert's window. He ignored the dogs that tried to chase him and made his way up to the window without incident.

When his grandfather stopped yelling, Gilbert glumly walked up the stairs. He glared at his brother who only smirked at him. He stood at his door and called for his cat.

"Narbengesicht, come here boy." The white cat hopped up the stairs and didn't mind when his master picked him up gently.

Gilbert almost had a heart attack when he saw Sadiq sitting at his desk. The Turk stood up when the door closed and he walked over to the albino.

"What exactly did you grandfather say?" Narbengesicht hissed at Sadiq and jumped from his master's arms.

Gilbert was determined to seem intimidating despite how shaken he was and answered quietly. "He said that I have to move out by tonight. Now get out of my room! I hope he kills you as you try to get out of the house." He walked past the masked man and began packing some of his clothes.

"Look, you can stay at my place. I know that Francis and Antonio can't let you move in with them."

The albino glared over his shoulder at Sadiq. "Why would I EVER move in with you? I don't care if I have to live on the streets!"

"I don't think you could. You wouldn't even know I was there! Plus, it's right next to the college." Sadiq placed a hand on Gilbert's shoulder. "You don't really have a choice. The college won't allow in students who don't have a home. Please?"

Gilbert ignored him and continued packing, but he stopped when the Turk asked him another, more personal question. "Why does it seem that your grandfather hates you, aşkim?" He didn't even care that he had been called that 'endearing term' once again; instead, he faced Sadiq and sat down.

"It's not just Grandpa Diedrich. My whole family pretty much hates me. I was born with ADD, but my parents didn't know that. They just thought I was a natural trouble child. They had even threatened to put me up for adoption when I misbehaved. When mein kleiner bruder Ludwig was born, they adored him. Grandpa Deidrich had always hated me and my mother. He didn't like the way we looked, especially me. He favored Ludwig as well. When my parents died in a crash four years ago, we moved in with Grandpa. But then he became senile and needed help with paying for the house, so I spent all my money on this one. Then he decided he was in charge and made all these stupid rules which shouldn't even apply to me since I own this house!"

Sadiq didn't know what to think when he saw those crimson eyes begin to glisten. "And Ludwig loves to snitch on me whenever he finds I'd broken one of the rules. Damn do-gooder." Gilbert had to choke back the tears, but it didn't help. They flowed freely as he finished his story. The Turk in front of him couldn't help but wrap his arms around the albino. Surprising enough, the hug wasn't fought against.

"This is so unawesome! What did I ever do to deserve all this shit?"

Narbengesicht came over warily, worrying for his master, but still not trusting of this stranger. He sat in his master's lap and began purring. He jumped however when the stranger began to pet him.

"Gilbert, I sorry for all of this. It's all my fault and I just want to pay you back. Please come and live with me. Your cat is welcome; I'm sure it'll get along just fine with my own.

Gilbert looked up and dried his eyes. "You have cat?"

"Yeah, his name's Bilmece. That's Turkish for Enigma. He's a total nut-job, but he's still a great cat. So, will you accept my offer? I'll even help you pack, if you want." Sadiq stood up and held out a hand. Gilbert looked at it for a minute, then reluctantly took it and stood up as well.

"Fine."

Okay, another long chapter. Kinda sad, I know. Sometimes I guess I switch points of view, like I switch from Gilbert to Sadiq to Gilbert to Narbengesicht (Scarface in German) Sorry for any confusion, I've said before that I'm not a very good writter.

Now to translate the craziness Grandpa Diedrich yelled at our poor Gil.

Translations:

German: WER ZUM TEUFEL WAR DAS? Wissen Sie, ich weiß nicht einmal mehr zu kümmern! Ich bin krank und müde von Ihnen immer Ärger und Regeln zu brechen! Ich möchte Sie aus diesem Haus um sechs Uhr heute Abend! Und nimm dir deine verdammte Katze mit Ihnen! = WHO THE HELL WAS THAT? You know, I don't even care anymore! I'm sick and tired of you always causing trouble and breaking rules! I want you out of this house by six o' clock this evening! And take your damn cat with you!