Yes! Sorry I've been gone for a long time! Stuff came up but now I know what to do! Heres the next matryoshka chapter!~~~~~

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Loud and clear, 524
Freud? Keloid?
Just hit the key
Everything, all's to be laughed at
Hurry, dance, with all your foolishness!

Alfred did his best but the screaming was so loud. It hurt his ears and no matter what he tried Arthur just wouldn't stop. He knew Arthur didn't realize he was there, but when he settled on just hugging the form he calmed. Arthur's screams became weeping and whimpers, he was frightened by a dream; truly and utterly horrified with what his mind could do. Alfred comforted him as much as he could, not knowing what was wrong to the fullest he only had the basics.

"Shh…" Alfred said as he rubbed the angels back, "Its just a dream, only a dream. Its ok, your fine now im here Iggy."

"I-I'm sorry, i-I didn't mean to, to scream I jus-just- A-are ou ok? D-did it hurt im sorry!" Arthur cried, Alfred only reassured him.

"Listen, listen its fine shh. Common Tino said he knew someone who could get you some clothes, lets tidy this place up before he gets here alright?"

Arthur nodded and shakily stood up from the couch as did Alfred. He couldn't help but stare as the young man began cleaning, well in Arthurs opinion it wasn't cleaning it was hiding things under the couch. He smiled a bit and sniffled, then wiped the tears from his face. Then once Alfred was done, (After he complain that Arthur wasn't helping any and more unnecessary cleaning styles, which lasted a couple hours in which Arthur simply laughed at Alfred), there was a knock at the door and some guy walked in.

This guy, made Arthur feel terribly uncomfortable I mean who just waltzes into someone house. He had straight blonde hair and glowing eyes, and of all the colors in the world he chose to wear pink. Pink!

"Ok, so like no one was answering so I just like walked in. I hope you don't mind, like seriously. Anyway here, a buncha things no one wanted I guessed your measurements by like was Tino like said." The guy said dropping a pile of clothe on the couch. "Like enjoy." And with that they dude left, only to meet up with some other boy in the hall. Alfred closed the door.

'That was fast!" the American said enthusiastically, then walked over to the pile of clothes, "NOW! Get strippin'~" , Of course the request was denied. Much to Alfred's displeasure. "Oh common Iggy! Just take your clothes off. It doesn't matter, I won't do anything to you." The Brit shifted uncomfortably in the clothes he wore. He'd not changed at all.

"I can dress myself idiot." He stated snatching up the pile of clothes and huddling off to Alfreds room and locking the door. A couple minutes later Alfred knocked on the door.

"You ok? You've been in there for a while." Alfred said, then chuckled when he heard whining noises and stumbling. "Open the door Iggy, I'll help." He said snickering, A prominent 'no' was his response. Soon though the door peeked open with a very VERY red faced Arthur. "What?"

"There's no pants…" he squeaked.

"What do you mean?"

"There. Is. No. Pants."

"I get that what is there?"

"Skirts…"

"What?"

"Skirts."

"Whadda ya mean?"

"SKIRTS ALFRED! SKIRTS! That's all there is!" Arthur yelled, and Alfred winced but it didn't stop the smirk that grew on his face and he shoved the door open. And there it was.

Arthur was standing there flabber-gasted and babbling his mouth out with a glare, but Alfred was tuning everything out. The sight of Arthur in a skirt made his amusement grow rapidly. He shook with laughter, which only made Arthur even angier.

The angered Brit tackled the hillbilly to the ground, causing the large young adult to make an astonished sound (obviously). Quickly Alfred held his ground at all the yelling and hair pulling.

"AH NO!" Arthur yelled as he was flipped, he looked up in fear at Alfreds dead serious face, and suddenly the biggest smile sprouted on his face.

"So THIS," Alfred motioned to Arthurs sides, "IS YOUR TICKLISH SPOT?" He laughed evilly and started tickling Arthur like some maniac. All the while the Brit was cackling his head off, like a chicken. He breathed hard, but made upset noises when he saw Alfred wince from the noise.

"Stop! Stop…" he breathed and held onto Alfred shoulders as if he needed support to catch his breath, "I-I, I am being to loud, i-im hurting you."

"Oh no no. Its fine, I like the sound of your laugh, its so nice. I love it." Alfred said smiling in delight.

"But im hurting you."

"Love hurts."

With that they both went silent and just stared at each other. Arthur, smiled a bit then removed Alfreds glasses, then set them on top of the dresser as they sat up. Arthur pecked Alfred and caressed his face. "You're so sweet." Arthur whispered and hugged the American. "How did I ever come to be with someone like you?" he asked, muffled a bit because of Alfreds chest.

"Luck?" he chuckled, and so did the Brit. "Yeah, I think that's it." He looked down at Arthur and kisses him. The Brit smiled and kissed back, then broke away. "I'll get you some pants, for now you can just wear some of my shirts or whatever, we'll go shopping or something."

"Ok, do you have the money to do that?"

"A-ah, uhm… no no I don't."

"Im not gonna wear skirts dammit."

"I know, I knooooow." Alfred whined as he picked up the angry angel. "Maybe some of Matts clothes can fit you for now ok. Matt has pants." And with that he hoisted away the angel.

Later that day when Alfred guessed Matt was once again staying over at Gilberts house. He looked at a list of thing Arthur needed to do or have so his wing would heal. Oh this was going to be hard. "Hey Arthur, can you fold your wings?" he ask looking over at the angel who was currently engrossed in some TV show about animals.

"Uh," the angel looked at him the picked up his wings. They spread out all the way, then he began to fold them in. The unharmed wing was moving with ease but the other could go no further, and stopped halfway. "I cant get it…"

"Well keep trying, here ill help as much as I can. This on looks really stiff, ill massage the base for you." Said Alfred reaching over.

"No no don't tou- ah…" the Brit began to turn a little red. "D-don- ugh ah…" Alfred blushed and removed his hand. A couple minutes went by awkwardly, but Alfred smirked a little and put his hand back and started massaging both wings along with the angels back. He was really tense. "A-ALFRED! A-ah mnn…" Oh goodness he should have known! Arthur loved massages, even if the noises he made were awkward.

"Feel better? I think part of it was muscle tension." Alfred said and kissed Arthurs shoulder. The brit nodded and smiled a bit. It was strange being touched by other people, but this was nice. He remembered when Minty would massage his wings…

Suddenly the brit broke out in tears then turned and smooshed his face into Alfreds chest like he wanted to hide in his anatomy. The American, not knowing what to do, sat still and just held him, afraid he may have harmed the poor creature.

Matthew held Gilberts hand, frustrated with his boyfriend. Stalking around at night wasn't his idea of fun but he couldn't hate Gilbert. Currently their target was someone Gil had wanted to introduce to him, so far Matt only had a handful of clues.

He was Spanish.

He was a Matryoshka

The Spanish person was stalking some other kid around who was ALSO a matryoshka.

Francis was with him.

Matt knew Francis from Gilbert but he'd never ment the famous Bad Touch Trio together. Gil had said not to read his mind so he was stuck with knowing the basics.

"Ok… there he is." Whispered Gilbert, and Matt had a sudden wave of nervousness. He clutched Gilberts hand and looked where he did. "Don't worry babe. The idiot's a cooshy flabbery whale." Said Gil, he obviously thought it would cheer Matt up.

"Loviiiiinoooo! PLEAAAASE! Just look at me for a second ok!" whined the Spaniard.

"Thes Lovino, or Lovi. Antonio really likes him and when he found out the guy was Matryoshka he became the ultimate stalker." Said Gil.

"He's not Santa though." Spoke a voice behind them. Matt jumped and clung to Gil after a loud squeak. "Jeez sorry haha." The couple looked behind them to see Gils friend Scott. "Sorry Poah Bear." He chuckled and patted Matts head, which irritated Matt.

The guy waltzed out and spoke to Antonio, then to the madly blushing Italian. "I see you lost your way little fellow. Your from Italy right? Did you miss your flight? Hey, this guy here, Antonio just wants to help ya out. He speaks you language ok. I no time you'll find your way back." Antonio nodded frantically and smiled at the Italian who broke out yelling and crying. Antonio frowned and spoke something and they made their way in a direction.

"Why the hell did you bring me with you on your stalker mission Gilbert…" sighed Matt.

"Because those two are meant for eachother! I know they'll connect! I thought you'd understand… OH SCOTT! Show Matt that picture of the kid your looking for." The Scotsman blinked and nodded. He pulled out his wallet and took out a picture in which he handed to matt. "I was gonna ask him after I first introduced you to him, but he left before I could. I know you'd be able to find him matt."

"I don't think he looks like that now… he was little then heh… he'd be around 17 or 18 now." Scoot said and looked at matts expression. "Poah Bear? Hurry up I gotta get to the club."

"This is Arthur."

Clap your hands, not entirely childish,
And watch, to this purposefully-crazed tune
Certainly, I don't care either way
The warmth of the world is melting away!

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Ah owo feels good to be back.