It is the last day of summer. Mio Dio. :\ I am not ready. Sorry this is crazy late. That assignment, man.

BTDubbs, I just played Portal and I'm TOTALLY in love with it. (Plus my AssCreed mind + Portal = Megawesomemindfuckofawesome) SO, uh, if you haven't played either of these games, go play them because they rock my socks. I am telling you this because I will PROBABLY make a reference to it a million times now… In every chapter. PLAY THOSE GAMES.

Anyway, thank ya'll for the lovin's. You make my heart shine.


"Zat couldn't 'ave gone worse!" Francis stared at Antonio. He didn't look like he was in much pain, but his breathing was shallow. "You didn't tell me zat Ze 'Ero 'ad a fucking arme (gun)and 'e would shoot us!"

Gilbert shot Francis a glare, "You listen here, pretty boy," He spat, "Zis vas my first night as vell so don't go blaming me for anysink zat vent wrong!" He poked Francis's chest and glared at his face. "If I vere ze von running zis operation, zat damn hero vould be dead!" He mumbled about something being 'awesome.' And folded his arms over his chest.

The front door swung open to reveal Lovino with an empty basket. His face was red and his eyes were puffy, "Is he dead?" He asked.

Francis waltzed over to the boy, arms wide. "No, mon ch—" But Gilbert grabbed the back of his collar and stopped him mid-waltz. Lovino recoiled.

"No and ve don't know vhen he vill be up so just go to your room and leave us to vork." He said, glaring at Lovino. It was times like these when Gilbert most resembled his younger brother. He was always a good guy, following and enforcing the rules. A policeman for a while. Gilbert forgot what he did now, but he didn't really care.

At that, Lovi did what he was told and stormed out of the room.

"I just don't get it. If ve know zat Alfred Jones is ze Hero, zen why aren't ve just killing him now?"

Francis's ears perked "Wait… Alfred Jones? Zat was ze 'ero?" Worry began to show on his face, "But… zat is… I 'ave to go now. Please call me when Antonio wakes up!" He dashed out the door leaving his regular clothes and other things in Antonio's basement. But he needed to see Matthieu! He could be worried, or he could have gotten tangled up in this horrible Hero business…


"Matthieu!" Francis called, pulling open his door trying his best not to sound panicked. He feared it wasn't working. "Matthieu are you accueil?" (home)

A blonde head poked out of the bedroom and smiled, "There you are, Francis." He stepped out of the bedroom clad in his usual red hoodie and some plaid pajama pants, "It was getting a little late so I was just getting ready for bed." Francis fought the urge to gather Matthew into a tight hug and act like he hadn't seen him for months.

The Canadian turned and walked back to the bedroom, "You coming?" He called, turning around in the doorway. Wordlessly, Francis followed.


"You said you wanted to kill him, not—Fuck him or whatever the hell that was you were doing!" Lovino threw an apple at Antonio. He did not have a restful night knowing that Lovi was mad at him, so the only reason he actually fell asleep was because of all the drugs in his system left over from that weird gun The Hero had.

Antonio attempted to be welcoming, tried to coax a hug out of the boy, but Lovino was fuckin' pissed. "There is no need to be jealous, mi amore! I only have eyes for—"

Lovino ran over to him and punched him square in the jaw, "I am not jealous." He said dangerously. His eyes read don't-you-dare- think- about- pursuing- this- conversation. He turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, narrowly missing the produce he had thrown on the floor.

Gently, Antonio brushed the reddening spot where Lovino had punched him. He sighed. He was barely awake from that weird gun thing that The Hero had, and now he'd have to deal with his little tomato getting all worked up over nothing. He decided it best not to talk about it now and knelt down to pick up the bruised fruit on the ground.

"Wow." Antonio looked up to see a tuft of white hair and a pair of judgmental red eyes, "If you vere as awesome as me, you'd have zat kid anyvhere you vant him."

Antonio smiled, "Ah, hombre, if only." He placed the apples and pears on the table. "I guess I'm just hopeless." He chuckled.

"You are smiling, but you don't sound very happy." Gilbert turned, "Call Francis. He vants to know you are avake."


Alfred was panicking. Arthur wasn't picking up his phone and he had this tiny notion in his head that he just shot somebody with a crap gun and maybe killed him. He paced around his kitchen, running his hands through his hair listening to the annoying ringing. And of course all of his text messages were totally ignored.

"Shit! I know this is, like, the fifth time I've called in a row, but, SERIOUSLY, Arthur I need to talk to you about that gun thing you made me!" He hung up and started biting the ends of his fingers, as there were no nails left for him to gnaw on.

There was a knock at the door and Alfred was so tense he ended up screaming. Regaining his posture, he walked over to the door and opened it as calmly as possible. Arthur smiled, a little wary. "Did you just scream?"

"HOLY FUCK ARTHUR!" Alfred cried. "OHMYGOD DID YOU GET MY TEXT!"

Confused, Arthur cocked an eyebrow and set his briefcase down, "No, my phone died this afternoon and I haven't had a chance to charge it. Are you really freaking out about that?"

Alfred pouted, "Well you didn't text me back!" He fell onto his couch, "Just… We need to talk about that gun you made me." Arthur took a seat next to him and nodded, gesturing him to go on. "It, like, I dunno, flipped out and I think I…" Arthur stared expectedly and Alfred bit his lip, "I think that something and… IthinkImighthavekilledsomeone!" He blurted.

Arthur's jaw dropped. That couldn't have happened the sedative should have only lasted 30 minutes at the most and I made all those precautions… It's just a prototype, but I'd never trust something out there that had the capabilities to kill someone in the hands of Alfred…this—that's just—no, it's preposterous. "W-Wait. What happened exactly?"

So Alfred explained. He told Arthur about the man's convulsions and the eyes rolling into the back of his head and the drool. Alfred expected the worst. A lecture about leaving a body at the scene of the crime. (to be fair he had those two other dudes there to take care of things, really) Or he thought that Arthur would just sit there, quite, staring at the floor thinking god knows what. But instead, he laughed.

Completely baffled at this response, Alfred gawked. "Oh close your mouth, you look like an idiot." Arthur said between chuckles, "Ah, leave it to you to think that he died!" A new fit of giggles emitted from the Englishman, "Nothing went wrong with the gun, love. That's supposed to happen. If he started foaming at the mouth, then we'd have a problem." He smacked Alfred's back laughing again, "He should be fine by now." He stood, about to head into the kitchen to make tea.

Arthur put the kettle on the stove and Alfred followed him to the kitchen. The Englishman gasped as Alfred's arms snaked around his hips, "I was really worried, Arthur," he whispered, leaning his head on Arthur's shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I'll be more specific next time, then." Arthur replied. He placed a hand on Alfred's cheek, "I'm sorry, love."


"I'm sorry."

"Shut up."

"I'm sorry."

"I know you are now shut up."

"Ti Amo."

Lovino froze. Antonio often said all those sweet nothings (emphasis on the 'nothings') in Spanish, but not usually Italian. Antonio noticed Lovino's reaction.

"Ti Amo. Ti Amo." The languages were so similar, it's not so special. No way, no way it's special. Antonio took Lovino's hand into his own. Surprisinggly, Lovino didn't pull away immediately. Antonio was probably just messing up his own damn language because he's such an idiot. "Mi dispiace tanto." Lovino flushed at glared at Antonio.

"T-ti odio, ti maiale" Lovino's voice wavered and Antonio knew he was forgiven.


Arthur fought the urge to get up and leave. "No. Absolutely not." Alfred smiled anyway, "This is preposterous!"

"Pleeeeaaaaase!"

"No!" I am not wearing that ridiculous outfit!"

Alfred was holding up short-shorts with a Union Jack printed across the ass a, red bow tie and a dress shirt. "But it's so—"

"It is not 'so'! I swear to God Alfred, if you so much as attempt to get me to wear that anywhere outside of your bedroom—" Arthur stopped talking. He wasn't really sure what he was saying.

Alfred smiled wider and Arthur flushed deeply. "So you're saying…"

"Alfred you have somewhere to be!" Arthur frantically pointed at his watch.

"That you'd wear this…" Alfred stepped forward, his eyes lowering seductively. "If it was in my bedroom?" Arthur shoved his hands onto Alfred's face and pulled his cheeks apart, forcing Alfred to make a ridiculous face.

"Perhaps, that is not a promise." Arthur snapped. He let go and turned, "Now get ready; you're going to be late."


"You are staying here!" Gilbert glared at Antonio who pouted. "And I sink zat ve should talk about zis Alfred before ve talk about zis Hero."

"And I don't want you wandering around when we don't 'ave a plan or anything!" Francis was very worried about this whole 'Alfred is The Hero' stuff, Alfred was Matthew's brother! They couldn't kill Matthew's brother! What would Matthew think? What would Matthew do if he knew that Francis helped! It was all a disaster, "Anyway, 'e is probably expecting us to show up tonight. We should wait at least until tomorrow before trying again."

Antonio sighed, "Fine. Tomorrow, then." He was disappointed; he expected the others to be so much more excited about it. He thought that if anyone would want to do this with him, it would be Francis and Gilbert. They were the Bad Touch Trio! "We will come up with a plan and tomorrow we will end him."


"Ahh!" Arthur tugged on the bow tie that was becoming incredibly tight. "Ahh fuck!" He pulled the tie off and quickly unbuttoned the dress shirt.

"Shit you look so fucking sexy…" Alfred panted. If Arthur wasn't already bright red, he'd blush. Alfred was lucky that The Bad Touch Trio decided not to go out that night because he had accidentally made some other plans. He had begged Arthur just to try on the outfit just as a preview of what might happen in the future. Well, the future ended up being within fifteen minutes.

Blue shorts were tossed about Arthur's ankle as he attempted to get more friction, "FFuck! Harder!" Arthur hooked his legs around Alfred's waist and forced Alfred's length deeper inside of him. Alfred tried to move quicker, but things were getting muddled in his mind. Everything was incredibly hot and he was having a very hard time keeping things straight in his mind.

"Ahh! Oh—America!" Arthur cried. Alfred stopped moving, but didn't pull out, causing Arthur to whine.

Alfred let his glasses slip off his nose and onto the bed just beside Arthur, "Did you just call out 'America'?" He asked, feeling a mixture of confusion, pleasure, and, for some reason, pride.

Arthur grew a shade redder, "Ahh! I—uh—it's because—"He bit his lip and averted his eyes, "I… I feel like I'm making love to America when I have sex with you…" He mumbled.

For some reason, Alfred was feeling even more pride and incredibly turned on, "Ah, so does that make you Britain?" He laughed. He kissed Arthur causing him to moan.

"S-Sure just please your bloody dick!" He cried wiggling his hips.

Alfred started pushing into Arthur with new vigor, hearing what he was most proud of being called out in bed was a total turn on. "Aahh Ameri—" Arthur stopped himself.

"No, no, say it…" Alfred whispered his voice incredibly husky. "Say it, Britain."

"AHHMERICAA!" Arthur cried wrapping his arms around Alfred's neck. "Shit! Iloveyou Alfred!" Arthur kissed Alfred trying to drink up as much of the American as he could possibly manage before coming. "Ohgod I love you too bloody much."


I AM SORRY IF THIS IS TOO SHORT FOR THE WAIT I MADE YOU ENDURE! D:

I AM A HORRIBLE PERSON SO I MADE UP WITH IT WITH SEX, RIGHT?

RIGHT?

Anyway, school starts tomorrow. Bleh. I love you, but updates will prolly be super not as frequent because I have to get a life and that sucks.

So you might get more apology sex later. Also, I have been requested to draw some Spamano by the lovely Hearts and it will probably end up on my DA in the near future. Also, comics of what happens that doesn't get written.

For example: Der Mann's outfit and Francis's disapproval.

"Did you curl your hair?"

"It looks fabulous, unlike somebody who just puts on whatever 'e sees!"

"You are just jealous because you have to vork to look awesome! Unlike me, I just look awesome alvays."

If you have ideas for art that you want to see tell me! (I am also a fan of AssCreed Portal and Dragon Age so I do arts for that as well. Even gay art! :D)

((Thank you Alphine for the corrections!))