AN: Hallo, guys!

First of all, I would like to wish Germany a very happy birthday today. I might do a birthday fic for him, if I can get around to it this evening, but I make no promises for today. If not, then I'll do a late one tomorrow or Saturday when I have more free time.

Anyway, to those who reviewed :

Oost Indie: Alright. I will still try my best to make decently long chapters.

Enjoy.

Dinner that evening was one of the most awkward things that either of the boys had sat through.

Oliver didn't eat much, Allen noticed. In fact, he mostly played with his food while he listened to the chatter near him from his parents.

Allen didn't speak at all. This was not something he was comfortable witnessing. Their carefully thought out plan had already crumbled to bits.

After dinner, Allen and Oliver found themselves sitting in the brit's room.

The silence that had fallen between them gave Allen time to examine the drawings decorating the walls already. The walls themselves were a plain grey-white colour and in themselves boring, but the drawings...they were something he really wasn't expecting. "Well, someone has a very active imagination, I see."he commented dryly. "How many ways do you know how to kill someone?"

"Plenty,"Oliver answered. "Most of them from listening in to my brother when he still lived with my parents and me, he was always throwing out a new way to kill someone, or at least hurt them pretty badly. I don't blame him."

Allen gave an amused grin. "Well, well, I see you have a bit more of a twisted mind than I originally thought. This should be interesting."

Oliver smiled faintly. "Yeah, I suppose."he remarked. "Sorry about my parents, by the way.."

Allen shook his head, but his grin had been replaced with a deadly looking frown. "Don't be sorry for them. They're just fucking dicks, 's all."he said, frowning at the brit.

Oliver gave him a look, but nodded in agreement. "I suppose they are..."

Allen rolled his eyes. "How's about we get the hell outta here while they're distracted? Go track down some decent food and get away from people like them for a while?"

Oliver frowned. "Al..I don't think that's such a good idea..if they notice we left, I'm dead.."

"They won't notice."Allen promised. "But if it makes you feel better, I suppose we could hang around for a few, just 'till they go to sleep."

Oliver's eyes lit up. "I think you're going a bit soft, Allen."he said. "You'd never suggest that otherwise."
Allen snorted. "I've also never met someone who's so terrible to their kids without even speaking to them before, either."
"Fair enough."

It wasn't long after that that Oliver's parents fell asleep and the two boys headed out of the house again.

"So, Oliver, think ya could give me a bit more background on yourself?"Allen asked after a while, just to stop the silence that had fallen.

Oliver shook his head. "I don't think that's the best idea."
Allen frowned at him. "Awh..why not?"
Oliver shrugged. "It's complicated,"

"What isn't?"Allen asked, but let the topic drop. He knew what it was like to feel uncomfortable with that kind of situation.

There ya go. School time now.