Hello, first of all: Thank you SO MUCH, people who followed, favorited and reviewed! I am so grateful! This chapter is kinda short, sorry about that.

"We don't work. We really don't work!" Francis exclaimed, running a hand trough his hair, blonde strands falling in his face. "This doesn't make any sense, we don't make any sense!"

Arthur could only watch as his husband paced through their ugly kitchen,seemingly close to a mental breakdown. Even though it was the second time he was watching the whole scene play out, it seemed to hurt even more as this time he clearly remembered what happened after this conversation. He bit his nails, stuck in the internal conflict whether to say or not to say something.

Francis grabbed Alfred's dirty and Matthew's untouched plates from the table, harshly putting them in the sink.

"I've tried so hard, Arthur. I've tried so damn hard to make this work." He scrubbed the plates so furiously his hands turned red, completely avoiding Arthur's eyes. "I've tried so damn hard to make this fucking family work !"

Arthur scoffed, cheeks flushing with anger and hurt. "Excuse me!? You're not the only one in this relationship, Frog. I want you to know I've tried just as much as you!"

Francis turned his head to look at him, blue eyes flashing with anger. "Don't you dare! Don't claim you've done as much to make this work as me, because you did nothing. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!"

Arthur gulped, balling his fists to control his anger. He knew all the accusations were coming, they still haunted his dreams at some particulary nasty nights, but that didn't take away the feeling of having the air slammed out of his lungs.

They were both silent for a minute, listening to the pumping beat coming from upstairs, reminding them that there was still someone else in the house. Matthew was still sulking in his bedroom and had probably heard everything.

"Francis, please lower your voice, think of Matthew." Arthur said slowly, hoping to turn the conversation the other way around. That apparently was the wrong thing to say, as Francis seemed to be swelling with anger, face beet red and tears in his eyes.

"Leave Matthieu out of this! Don't act all concerned when you're not!" The Frenchman snapped, stomping out of the kitchen, up the stairs.

"Francis-!" Arthur pleaded, shouting to be heard over the loud music, running after his husband, halting when the former slammed the bedroom door in his face. Arthur sighed, running his hands through his messy hair. His heart stung and there were tears in the corner of his eyes. This was all too familiar, too real.

The door opened again, revealing a fully clothed Francis, a large designer bag slung over his shoulder, the redness around his eyes skillfully covered up with make-up. "I'll be back at seven,tell Mathieu there's a salad in the fridge if he gets hungry."

Before he knew what he was doing, Arthur's hand had seized Francis' wrist. "Wait! Where are you going!?" Francis only threw him a cold look before breaking free from his grip. " Au revoir, Arthur."

Arthur listened as the front door slammed shut, resting his head against the white wooden bedroom door, choking back a sob. Why was he here, why was he reliving these memories? Had he not suffered enough? What was the purpose of him seeing his family fall apart all over again? He struggled to breathe,. "Why dammit!?"

He sobbed, slamming his fist repeatedly into the door,tears rolling freely over his cheeks now. He felt his knees buckle under him and he fell to the ground, struggling to breathe. His vision was blurry now, the floor mingled with the ceiling and the walls, turning into one big bubbling blob. The door grew larger and smaller while at the same time the pumping music seemed to become louder and louder, almost hurting his ears.

There were horrible scratching noises coming from the ceiling again and Arthur felt his heart hammer in his chest. "W-what's happening?" His vision became a blinding white, the music pumping in his ears, hurting his ears and his eyes and his lungs and his heart-

Until everything grew quiet.

Arthur opened his eyes, only to find out he was lying in the exact same spot as before, on the floor before Francis and his' master bedroom, only something seemed off. Matthew's stereo wasn't playing rock music anymore, in fact, there were no sounds at all, which made him rather suspicious.

"What the-ah, fuck my head hurts." Arthur groaned, trying to lift himself of the ground. "Why is this happening to me!?" He got no answer, ofcourse, until he heard a low chuckle.

Arthur's head snapped up, eyes darting across the room. "Who is there!?" He snapped, balling his hands into fists. "I am tired of this shit! What is happening to me!?"

The voice chuckled again, and the lights in the hallway seemed to dim. "Oh my, oh my. What an ill-tempered little bastard you are, Arthur Kirkland."

The voice seemed to be floating around him, sending shivers down his spine. Arthur looked around wildly, desperate to find out where the voice was coming from.

"Who are you?! Show yourself!"

The lights flickered and for a few seconds, Arthur was surrounded by darkness. He let out an ear piercing scream, hiding his face in his hands and the horrible voice, neither male or female, chuckled again.

"Don't worry, poppet~ It's just me!"

The voice sounded horribly close to his ear, and Arthur flailed his arms around, tryin to hit whatever was trying to attack him.

"D-don't play with me! Show yourself!"

The lights snapped on again. "Alright~ If you really want me to, look at the window darling."

Arthur turned his head to the window., gasping as he saw two wicked pink eyes staring at him.

"Hello there~" The voice cooed, and now that Arthur looked closer, he could see a slight silhouette, neither male nor female, moving in the reflection.

"W-what are you!? Are you a demon!?" Arthur asked, sounding no braver then he felt.

The figure shook it's head, crossing it's eyes. "Sorry sweety, I don't do introductions, after all, I already know everything about you and my name is not of any importance, so all these formalties would be a bit unnecessary, wouldn't it ?"

The figure leaned towards him, showing it's teeth in a broad grin. Arthur crawled backwards, breathing rapidly. "G-get away from me."

The figure giggled. "Silly little Arthur Kirkland. The strange outcast, always bullied by his older brothers. That one kid that used to spend most of his time in his basement, practicing his little magic spells. Always talking to his ´magical friends´ since he had no friends in the real world. That one old man, destined to die all on his own, because he drove his own son to suicide."

Arthur´s face twisted into an angry sneer. "SHUT UP!"

The figure winked at him. "It´s okay, dearie. I didn´t come here to judge you, nonono..In fact, I came here to grant your wish!"

Arthur threw the thing a look of disgust. The demon chuckled, throwing it's head back, staring at Arthur through half'-lidded eyes. "Why the long face, darling? I thought you wanted to have a second chance?"

The figure winked at him, before sliding out of the window, appearing as a long, deformed shadow on the wall, pink eyes gleaming. "I thought you wanted to..´Make it all better?` as you called it yourself?" The figure cackled, lifting it´s arms, covering the pink eyes.

As it removed his hands, the figure had taken shape of a tall boy, a little curl sticking out of his head, violet eyes piercing straight through Arthur´s soul. "Don´t you want to save the life of sweet innocent Matthew? Poor soul who ran a knife over his arms, craving to get your attention."

Arthur's eyes widened. The violet eyes turned sad, tears pouring out of them "Why do you not notice me, daddy dearest?"

Arthur growled. "Don't you dare to mock him like that!"

The figure cackled, violet eyes rolling upwards, changing into sky blue. "Don´t you want to wake up in the same bed as me every morning, mon cher? " The figure whispered seductively, lifting a slender leg. "We could be a happy family again.. "

Arthur felt something inside of him snap. "Stop pretending you're them! STOP IT!"

The figure grinned. "I'm sorry, I was only playing..Now, are you going to take that second chance or not?"

So yeah, I threw in another character..I think. Does a genderless thing without a personality qualify as a character? If you didn't like him/her, don't worry, he/she will not appear a lot throughout the story. "It" is there because I didn't want to go with "Arthur accidently charms himself/others..." Thank you for reading.