I'm so happy chapter 2 is up! I didn't think I was going to make it by the end of the weekend, but I did! Now on to homework...HA.

Arthur woke up the next day around three o'clock, feeling completely refreshed.

He stretched out sleepily under the nice, warm covers and- his stomach groaned in hungry agitation, putting any plans to sleep in further on hold.

As he padded groggily down the hall, he wondered if Tori would be here. 'What time is it, anyway?'

"Good afternoon Dr. Kirkland," said-woman greeted brightly as the Brit stumbled into the very bright sitting area.

"Afternoon Miss Luarinaté," he blinked in the harsh light.

"Would you like something to eat?"

"Er, just tea will be fine, thank you love," Arthur replied wandering over to the sofa. His stomach groaned again, making Tori giggle. "Ah, on second thought…"

"I'll make you something while I get your tea," the Lithuanian smiled as she headed towards the kitchen.

Arthur sat down as he watched her go, thinking about how lovely her smile was.

'Oh shit, I called her "love" again.'

His thoughts were blatantly interrupted by a harsh pounding at the door. He got up to answer it, considering Tori was busy and the visitor was about to beat the door off its hinges. He opened to the door to reveal a very tall, blond man, violet eyes blazing with annoyance, though a small smile was playing on his lips.

"Where is Viktorija?" he asked through a thick Russian accent.

Arthur was about to answer when Tori's voice, meek and slightly trembling, came from behind him.

"H-hello I-Ivan," she squeaked, "Wh-wh-what brings you h-here?"

"I came home early and saw your cell phone on the table. I'd leave it alone, but your brother and Felicija kept calling," the Russian's eyes flashed dangerously.

"Oh, th-thank you," she replied, taking the phone tentatively from Ivan's hand.

"I'll see you tonight, da?" he questioned, pulling Tori past Arthur and into a possessive embrace.

"Um…s-sure."

The Brit, who had been looking on rather awkwardly, decided that the scene was getting a little too personal for him to be watching any further and quietly found his way to the kitchen. Tori joined him a few moments later, blushing and slightly shaky.

"A friend of yours?" Arthur inquired, leaning against the counter.

"That was, uh, my boyfriend, Ivan. He lives downstairs, on the tenth floor," she smiled nervously.

For some reason, Arthur's heart sank. He chose to ignore it, though, and pressed on with the conversation.

"He gets you that worked up?" he asked, half teasing, half concerned, forcing a smirk.

"Ah," Tori's blush deepened.

Fortunately, she was saved from giving an answer by her phone going off in her hand.

"Oh, excuse me Dr. Kirkland; I have to take this," she walked back into the front room, "Sveiki, Eduard."

Arthur heaved a sigh as his stomach rumbled again. He decided to check the fridge for something to hold him over until dinner at least. The Englishman settled on a ham and cheese sandwich and ended up making his tea himself.

On his way back to his room, Arthur couldn't help but overhear some of Tori's conversation.

"Ed-" she paused, interrupted by the person on the other end, "Eduard, I'm sorry, but you know…you know how he can be."

Arthur, not able to overcome his curiosity, positioned himself at the end of the hallway where Tori wouldn't be able to see him, but where he could still hear her.

"No, no, no, don't put Felicija on, Eduard, please," she pleaded, then sighed in defeat. Her sigh was closely followed by yelling from the other end so loud that Arthur could almost clearly make out what the speaker was saying.

"Are you done?" Tori asked, then continued, "I'll be home around six tonight, so you can have dinner with us there," a short pause, "I mean 'us' as in Eduard, Raivis, and myself. No Ivan, I promise."

She was quiet again for a moment.

"Okay. Sudie draguas."

Arthur, suddenly embarrassed by his eavesdropping, hurried into his room and remained there until his brother came home.

"Hey, Artie, you feeling alright?" his brother asked, entering the room on his own accord, "Tori said you've been in here most of the day."

"I'm fine, just catching up on my reading is all," he replied, indicating the book in his lap.

"Oh great!" the American brightened up, "So, ya wanna go some place for dinner? I already made Tori leave, so you don't really have a choice."

"I suppose I don't," Arthur stood up and stretched, "Wait, 'made' her leave?"

"Yeah, she looked… I don't know, like she'd been crying or something."

"Oh, I hope she's alright."

"Eh, Tori's cool. She'll be okay."

"Hm," Arthur looked down at his watch. 'Five-forty-five and I'm still in pajamas.'

"I'll just change, then we can go whenever."

"Cool beans," Alfred said, halfway out the door, "Oh, yeah, Francis is coming, too."

He then bolted out of the doorway, leaving Arthur staring after him, something between a mix of shock and anger brewing inside him. The anger eventually won out and Arthur stomped out of his room after his brother, shouting all the way.

"Francis? That bloody frog, Francis Bonnefoy?" he sputtered, marching into the sitting room.

"Oui, cousin?"

Translation Notes:

da= yes(Russian) {a bit obvious, but whatevs}

sveiki= hello(Lithuanian)

Sudie, dragaus= Goodbye, friend(Lithuanian)

Oui, cousin?= Yes, cousin?(French) {It boggled my mind that "cousin" is "cousin" in French. YAY FOR COGNATES}

If any of these are wrong, feel free to beat me over the head with a crowbar(after correcting me).

Sorry if it seems short, wanted to post it before the weekend was officially over. Yeah, so just to warn you guys, the next chapter will be Tori's P.O.V. so you'll have to wait for France, but you get some Poland and the Baltics instead! Seems fair to me. Anywho, thanks for reading!