Francis and I have been sitting in the library for hours now, and Francis could barely say a single word in the past tense! "I gived you the apple," Francis tried.

I shook my head, "It's 'I GAVE you the apple', the word gived does not exist." Francis let out a frustrated groan and slammed his head on the table. "We can work on this later, right now we should try to catch the afterschool bus home." They would be coming soon, we were the last ones inside of the library besides Mrs. Perez; the sweet old lady at the front desk. Well she's sweet until somebody decides to raise their voice in the library. I swung my backpack over my shoulder and handed Francis my English notes. He looked up from where he rested his head and took the sheets of paper. "Let's go," I ordered, "I don't want to miss the bus. I will personally kick your arse if you cause me to."

"No you do not, I win if you even try to kick my arse," Francis said as he stuffed the notes into his bag.

"We have been studying this for hours! The least you can do is try to put that sentence in the future tense!" I complained. Francis stood up from his seat and put on his backpack. Without even waiting to see if he was following me, I started to head towards the exit.

"Have a good afternoon, boys," Mrs. Perez called as I held open the library door for Francis.

"You too Mrs. Perez." I shut the door behind me and started walking down the hallway.

Francis slouched while he was walking, "I don't want to go home!" He whined.

"Well I wouldn't want to go home either if I had your mom." I responded.

"You think that mon Mère est mal? What about your siblings? Those are some drunkards that I wouldn't want to live with, I wish you good luck."

I crossed my arms defensively, "Well at least my siblings do not monitor my every move."

Francis shrugged, "Well that just shows that they don't care for you at all."

Before I could reply, Gilbert ran up to us, "Hey! I finally made it out of detention!"

"How is it that you are able to get detention every single day?" I asked.

Gilbert shrugged, "If I don't get detention beforehand, my History teacher makes sure I get one by the end of the day. He hates my guts!" Gilbert then turned to Francis, "Hey Francis, do you want a ride home? I have to pick up Ludwig, and you're house is near mine."

Francis nodded, "Sure!"

"You can come too, Arthur, you're his neighbor so it doesn't really matter." Usually I hate it when I have to be in the same car as Francis, but that is way better than waiting for the afterschool buses, they take forever. With a nod, I followed Francis and Gilbert out of the school.

"So where are you and Ludwig going tonight?"

"To a Chinese buffet, he's paying this time since he made me give such a large tip to the waiter last time." Gilbert opened the car door and hopped into the driver's seat.

"Why?" Francis asked.

"We were at Vargas and he wanted to make a good first impression on his crush's brother."

"Who's Ludwig's crush?" I asked while closing the door to the back seat. The only good thing about the backseat is that Francis is in the front, meaning that I don't have to sit next to him.

Gilbert shrugged, "I probably shouldn't tell you, but Ludwig is going to kill me anyways, so it doesn't really make that much of a difference. The kid's name is Feliciano Vargas."

"Oh," I knew him. He sat next to me in biology last year. For some reason, he was always afraid of me. Then his brother would start swearing at me for making him cry when I didn't even do anything. "So it was Lovino you gave the large tip to." Gilbert nodded. "Wait, so why is Ludwig going to kill you?"

Francis turned around from the front seat, "Gilbert invites Feliciano to eat lunch with him so that he can make sure that he's alright for Ludwig."

"Ludwig is pretty pissed. Hopefully he will forget it by the time I pick him up." Gilbert turned the ignition and started the car.

"I highly doubt that mon ami."

Gilbert slammed on the gas pedal and the car went racing out of the parking lot. My head jerked back instantly and the seat belt tightened around me. "WE ARE NOT DRAG RACING! YOU DON'T HAVE TO DRIVE SO FAST!"

"What? It's hard to hear you over my awesomeness!"

"KILLING THE PRESIDENT OF THE STUDENT COUNCIL IN A CAR ACCIDENT WOULD NOT BE AWESOME!" I yelled over the roaring engine.

Gilbert just laughed and drove faster in response. "Relax! At this speed, we'll be at your house in no time! We will probably live."

"PROBABLY!?"

"Yeah, you never know what can happen," Gilbert said as the car sped right through a red light.

"DAMN YOU GILBERT!" Francis laughed and turned on the radio, blasting some foreign rock band that I never heard of before. Francis and Gilbert bobbed their heads and Gilbert sang along in German, with Francis joining in every time the chorus came up, because that was the only part were he could sing along without mispronouncing any of the German words. I watched them in disbelief. I had no idea how the bloody hell they could just relax like that when we were going so damn fast! The car started spinning and I could have sworn that I saw stars. (Either that or Mrs. Fairy) I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. Just when I thought that I no longer felt nauseous, the car came to sudden halt. I was left winded as I jerked forward and the seat belt tightened enough to cut off circulation.

"We're here!" Gilbert yelled as he turned off the radio.

"We are?" I choked out. I unbuckled the seatbelt and let out a shaky sigh of relief. I opened the door, and scrambled out of the car of doom. Francis calmly exited the blue vicacle and turned back to Gilbert.

"By Gilbert!" Francis called out.

"Yeah, bye."

"I'll see you tomorrow! We're still going to tag with lazars, right?"

"You mean lazar tagging, and yeah we are! Antonio has Fridays off so he can come too. We're heading over right after school. It's going to be awesome!"

"Lazar tagging?" I asked. "I thought that game was for ten year olds."

Gilbert gasped, "No! One does not simply grow too old for lazar tagging!"

I rolled my eyes, "Suuuure. Anyway, I'll be going now. Even though you almost killed us, I guess that it would be ungentlemanly of me if I did not thank you for the ride."

Gilbert laughed, "You're just underestimating me. I'm too awesome to get into a car crash! Anyway, I have to go. Bye!" With that, the car went flying down the street, leaving a giant grey cloud behind.

As I coughed from the polluted air, Francis nudged my arm with his elbow. "Do you see how I talk to Gilbert! I use the future tense!"

"I guess that was slightly impressive, until you said 'tag with lazars.'" I replied bluntly. "It seems that you have the hardest time with the past tense. Have a whole conversation using the past, future, and present tense correctly, and then I'll be really impressed."

"That is way too hard! I am not able to accomplish that!"

"Yet. With my help, you'll be talking like a pro in no time."

Francis snorted, "Yeah right. I talk to Kiku in Chemistry, he tell me about the little 'this is a pen' episode."

"I-It's told not tell!" I quickly corrected.

Francis chuckled, "Changing the subject I see."

"The only thing I see is my house, which means that this is goodbye!" I walked ahead of him without looing back and walked up the steps to my house. I shut the door behind me, and flung my backpack onto the couch. I really wanted some tea. I headed to the kitchen and filled a kettle with water. Just as I turned on the gas stove I heard a door swing open and shut. I sighed, another night of useless arguing was ahead of me, "Allistor, I'm in the kitchen."

I heard footsteps walk towards the kitchen, but there was no reply. Suddenly the least expected, but not very surprising person entered the kitchen. "Well, obviously we have a Kirkland in the kitchen. He's climbing through yo windows, snatching yo cooking supplies up, trying to cook food. So y'all need to hide yo blenders, hide yo knives, and hide yo microwaves 'cause he be cooking everything out here." The Frenchman snorted and almost fell over from laughing.

"Very funny Francis," I said sarcastically. "Now what are you doing here."

"You really shouldn't leave your door unlocked."

"Well, Allistor will be here any second, so there's really no point in locking it." I said. "Now what are you doing here?"

"Talking to you."

I paused, "Alright, let me rephrase that. Why are you here?"

Francis shrugged, "I'm just making sure that you don't burn anything. I worry that someday you will be cooking and your whole house explodes. House explosions leave a horrible image for the neighborhood!"

I glared at Francis, "Well I'm worried that someday your mom will find out about all of the people you dated at school, and she is arrested for murdering her only son. Now that would leave a bad image for the neighborhood."

Francis let out a huff and crossed his arms, "She would never do that to me."

"Oh really? Does she even know that you date? Or does she even know that you don't always date girls?" I asked. Francis didn't respond, "That's what I thought. If you even gave her the smallest hint, she would kill you."

"No! If I tell her, then she will accept me for who I am!"

I placed my hands on my hips, "Alright, then tell her."

The man standing in front of me let out a nervous laugh, "She is not home."

"Alright, then call her on your phone, then tell her."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because she will kill me."

"Exactly."

Francis decided to turn this on me, "Well what about you?"

I paused, "What about me?"

"I'm sure that your siblings will not be too happy if you tell them that you are gay."

Suddenly I heard the door swing open and slam close, "Shit, there's Allistor."

"I go hide in your room," Francis said quickly.

"Hide in my room?" I whispered harshly. "Don't hide in my room, just sneak your way out of the house!" Before I could change his mind, Francis went tip-toeing out of the kitchen.

"Arthur!" Allistor called. "Please don't tell me that you're in the kitchen!"

"I'm just making tea!" I yelled.

"You mean that girly heated water flavored shit?" Allistor asked as he walked into the kitchen. Allistor was the second oldest of the household. Even though we were brothers, he was raised in Scotland. Allistor tucked a strand of his layered red hair behind his ear, revealing the iron earing he always wore. He took off his grey suit jacket and tossed it through the doorway leading to the living room. The jacket landed sloppily on the leather sofa. Allistor reached into his pocket and retrieved a cigarette. He placed it in his mouth and picked up the candle lighter from the kitchen counter.

"I would really appreciate a cup of tea that didn't smell of tobacco if you were ever so kind," I said gesturing to the cigarette he was about to light.

Allistor shrugged, "It looks like I'm not ever so kind." He lit the cigarette and blew out a small puff of grey smoke. I sighed as he pulled out a whiskey flask from god knows where and took a sip with the lit cigarette in his mouth.

That would be Allistor for you, well at least that was the Allistor that I knew. Very few people saw the real side of Allistor, those people who did were very unfortunate. Allistor lived a double life every day. Every morning, Allistor started work at five am, then came home at seven pm. Fourteen hours might be long, but the company he worked for would sink like a rock without him. Nobody knew how they survived whenever he took a day off. During those fourteen hours, Allistor was the one who called all of the shots right below his boss. He wasn't everybody's favorite at work, but he always got the work done on time and in a professional manner. He was always the one who presented the company to other businesses all around the world that were interested. His temper was short and his patience was low, but most bosses loved the fire in his eyes and his determination to do his job right without leaving room for mistakes. Allistor was loyal too, he was asked to join many other companies that gave him more money and fewer hours dozens of times, he didn't accept a single offer. That was the Allistor that most people knew, the emerald eyed business man that is worth being afraid of if you ever had to go against him.

The Allistor that I knew was a completely different person. The second his work hours were over, Allistor would light a cigarette, and drink whiskey until he was black out drunk. He was the most irresponsible one in the house, and his paperwork laid completely abandoned until he awoke early in the morning to fill them out. He was not very controllable when he was drunk also. He threw things around the house, he tipped things over, and he picked random fights with my other brothers and I. I can't even count how many times we got into a fistfight. Any one of his coworkers would be horrified to see him when he got home. He had the same short temper and low patience as he did in the office, but his attitude was completely different. The worst thing that happened at his workplace, was when Allistor lost patience with an employee and threw a shoe at him. That would be considered a normal occurrence in the Kirkland household, actually that wouldn't even be considered as bad behavior. That's actually pretty good for Allistor. Needless to say, I was really jealous of those who only knew Allistor's professional side.

"Why have you been coming home earlier for the past few days anyway?" I asked.

"Some group of people are checking out the company, most likely fishing for a lawsuit. The boss sent me home so that they don't think that the employees are overworked. I have regular hours until the end of this weekend, then I'm back to my long schedule that I usually have." Allistor said in his thick Scottish accent. He took another splurge of his whiskey and rummaged through the cabinets. "What do you want for diner? Knowing Aednat, we're having something with potatoes."

I shrugged, "Well she's Irish, so you can't really blame her for wanting to have potatoes for dinner every night. Where is she anyway? I came home to a completely empty house."

Allistor stopped rummaging through the cabinets and looked out the window, "She went grocery shopping with Riley, and Peter's friend picked him up to attend some orchestra concert being held in their middle school."

The kettle started whistling, and I took it off of the gas stove. "I'll give that some time to cool off a tad, I wouldn't want to burn my mouth." With the given excuse, I rushed out of the kitchen and ran up the stairs. I burst through my bedroom door to see Francis calmly sitting on my bed.

"What took you so long?" Francis asked with a wide grin, obviously happy with himself since he spoke in the past tense.

"I was talking to Allistor," I stated. "Now will you get out of my house?"

Francis shrugged, "I don't know, I like this house, it has a very homey feeling."

"Well Allistor isn't drunk yet, and the others are not home, so that's why."

Francs nodded, "Well I should go, Mère will be home any second now, she would not be happy with me being at your house." He jumped up to his feet and walked through the door way. Before he made his leave down the stairs, Francis turned to me. For once the tone in his voice was serious, and his eyes were burning with an emotion that I could not identify, "Art."

"Yes?"

"Don't let your siblings hurt you,"

"I won't." With that, Francis turned around and started to creep down the stairs. "Francis," I whispered. He turned around and raised an eyebrow, "don't let your mother get to you." He gave me a nod, and went down the stairs. I paused, barely letting myself breath until I heard the soft click of the front door shutting. I let out a sigh of relief and headed back to the kitchen. Allistor was now throwing dirty clothes into the washer in the corner of the room.

"Did Aednat and Riley come home yet? I could have sworn that I heard the front door open."

I shook my head, "That was me, I was just," I paused to think for a second, "checking to see if the mail came yet."

Allistor raised an eyebrow, "Really? What has you so excited about the mail? Besides, the mail man usually arrives in the morning."

"Does it? Well I didn't know. I was looking for my... er... report card."

Allistor nodded and went back to tossing clothes into the washing machine, "Oh, that came a couple of days ago, you're in the high nineties for every class, you don't really have anything to worry about."

"I am? Well that's good." I quickly turned my back on him to pour the steaming water into a tea cup. I was always a bad liar, I knew that my report card came in days ago. It's not that Allistor never lied to me before anyway, so I didn't really feel guilty about it.

Suddenly I heard a door swing open and slam close, "We're home!" I heard Aednat call. Footsteps walked towards the kitchen and Aednat and Riley entered the kitchen carrying handfuls of paper bags. "Hey Blondie, a little help with these grocery bags would be nice." Aednat said while extending a paper bag towards me. I gave her a small glare, she knew that I didn't like being called blondie. I took the bag and started emptying its continents.

Aednat was the oldest of us all. She was born in Ireland and will brag about her Irish heritage with any chance she got. Aednat had long flaming red hair that went down to her hip in curls that will never straighten. She had pale skin that was covered in freckles, and bright green eyes along with Allistor, Riley, and I. She usually wore a clover green dress and brown flats. Unlike Allistor, she never had to worry about living a double life. Aednat was who she was wherever she went. She was a bartender, customers were always entertained by her feisty attitude. Even though she had a short temper, she was friendly towards those who were friendly towards her, but those who were not would face her rage. Her Irish accent was as thick as ever as she started to describe the possibilities for what to have as diner, every single option contained potatoes.

"Why do we always have to have potatoes?" Riley aked.

Riley was younger than Aednat and Allistor, but he was older than me. He was a freshman in college and stayed in a dorm, but he visits with every chance he gets, sometimes it's hard to believe that he doesn't live here anymore. Riley was born in Wales, and he was definitely the most liked in the house hold. Even though he did argue a lot, he knew when to apologize and how to avoid crossing the line with us. He had the most patience out of all of us, and he was the most generous. He did however start arguments and get into fights, being the most patient and the most generous in this household was not saying much. Riley's skin was a tad tanner than Aednat's and his hair was red-orange instead of Allistor's and Aednat's bright red. He didn't have as many freakels as Aednat, but his skin wasn't completely freckle free like Allistor. He still had the traditional Kirkland eyes that were the same color of an emerald.

"It's my house, and I do most of the cooking, that's why," Aednat said as she put groceries in the fridge.

"Well what if I don't want potatoes?" Riley asked.

"Then you can go back to your dorm and cook for yourself," Aednat said. "Just remember who pays for you to go to college."

Allistor shut the lid of the washer and turned it on, "Actually, that would be me."

Aednat whipped her head in Allistor's direction, "What?"

Allistor took out his cigarette and put it out with the bottom of his shoe, "I make the most money in this house hold, and I gave Riley the most money for college, you just decided to take credit for it because you are the oldest."

Aednat glared at her younger brother, "I do the most work!"

The red-head raised an eyebrow, "Really? Try working in an office, everybody depends completely on my hard work."

"All you do is wear a fancy suit and attend meetings, don't make it sound like you're the most important person in the world. Where I work, elbow grease is required."

Riley leaned over to me, "I'll give it a minute or two before they start fighting for real," he muttered. I nodded in agreement and continued to unpack the groceries while still keeping an eye on Aednat and Allistor.

"Elbow grease? Yeah, I bet that serving beverages are so hard to do," Allistor said sarcastically.

"If you think that it's so easy, then why don't you do it?"

Allistor crossed his arms, "That would be because I am successful enough where I don't need to do such crummy jobs. Unlike you, I actually made something out of myself in life."

If Aednat gave him a worded response, I didn't hear it. Instead she decided that a blow to his face would be better than any combat. In the blink of an eye, Aednat swung her fist at him, and Allistor went stumbling backwards until he hit a wall. Allistor came charging at her and the wrestling match began. Riley and I stacked cans of food in the pantry like nothing was happening, because this was completely normal for us. Aednat let out a victorious cheer and I turned my head to see her pinning him to the kitchen ground. She sat on him as she took a sip of the whiskey in his flask. She quickly put flask down, disgusted with the beverage. "Irish whiskey is way better than this Scottish shit."

"Lies!" Allistor yelled in rage. He rolled over, causing Aednat to lose her balance and fall backwards.

My stomach growled, begging somebody to get off of their arse and cook. "Since everybody else is busy, I guess that I can make dinner tonight." I called out. I turned around, and opened the fridge. I glanced up to see that everybody was no longer fighting and was now staring at me in horror. "What?"

"You're going to poison us!"

I rolled my eyes, "My cooking is wonderful!"

"Sure, and Nessie isn't real," Allistor said sarcastically.

Aednat shoved me aside which sent me crashing into a wall, and shut the fridge, "I'm cooking and that is final, and yes we are having potatoes!" She delivered a glare to Riley with the last part of the sentence said. "Now get out of the kitchen, you all annoy me."

As we went into the living room, a car honking their horn could be heard. The car door slammed closed and somebody walked to the front of the house. I heard an obnoxious knocking on the door and opened it to see Peter outside. Peter was very different from all of us. He had layered pale blonde hair and pale blue eyes instead of emerald. Peter was English like me, but he claims that he's from some land called Sealand. It's a small sea fort that was abanoned by England, with the given chance, some idiot claimed himself as Prince and declared the rusty fort as a nation. Peter was into anything new and spent most of his time on the internet when he wasn't hanging out with friends or doing homework. Actually, the only thing he had that was similar with any of us were his slightly thick eyebrows.

The young twelve year old entered the house, "Tally ho! I'm back from the concert!"

"Nobody cares," I said in annoyance. Peter always annoyed me, he didn't insult me as much as the others, but he always played the most childish pranks on me. Once he even set off a stink bomb in my room, that was surely not a fun time. It took a whole month for the smell to fade, Peter found it hilarious.

"Don't be so mean to the little mate, you should be kind to your siblings," Scotland said.

"Coming from the guy who got into a fight with his big sister, and lost I should mention. By the way, you're not Australian, Peter is not a 'mate.'"

"Woah there lassie! Get that stick out of your arse!" His Scottish accent was thicker than usual, and he yelled the sentence as if he were fifty feet away. Those were one of the few signs that Allistor was getting drunk.

"Everybody cares you British jerks of jerks!" Peter then glanced at Allistor, and realized that he was drunk. "Great, this is going to be one of those nights. Well I guess that means that I will be going on the interwebs and doing homework for most of the night. Call me down for dinner," Peter then picked up his backpack, and ran up the stairs.

"I have no stick up my arse, you wanker!" I said defensively.

"Did you just call me what I think you did?" Allistor slurred. He balled his hands into tight fists and took a step forward offensively.

I swallowed nervously, but I didn't dare back down, "It depends on what you heard. If you heard me call you a wanker, then your ears do not deceive you."

Allistor paused for a split second, he then put his arms to his sides and took a step back. "Riley," he called calmly, "hold him down."

With that being my only warning, I turned my head to Riley's direction. Everything happened in slow motion. Riley furrowed his eyebrows and his facial expression became concentrated as his pale soft hand became an iron hard fist. I blinked as I saw him draw his elbow back, his sporty sneakers squeaked on the hard wood floors as he came charging at me. I had no time to react, it felt like I was underwater. His iron fist collided with my jaw and the back of my head slammed onto the hard ground. Everything was blurred until all I could see were colors blending into each other. Everything was spinning, one would think that I was high if they didn't see what happened. I heard footsteps walk towards me, the steps were slow and confident, it almost had an icy feel to it. I shivered as I heard the top of a whiskey flask open. "D-Don't you dare!" My voice wobbled as I called out blindly.

"Tsk tsk, it's a shame that you never learned. Don't you see Arthur? In the business life, you are always being observed. The way you walk, talk, and present yourself always affects your career. How are you going to make it in life when you can't even have a conversation with somebody without calling them a wanker? I'll have to teach you a lesson there lassie. I sat up as Allistor paused to take a sip of his liquor, I heard him swallow the damaging liquid as I tried to push myself to my feet. The swallowing stopped quickly as I was pushed back to a laying position when a black polished shoe kicked me in the ribs, thankfully I didn't hear anything crack. "Where do you think you're going, Blondie?" Suddenly, I felt a cool liquid pour all over me, I let out a loud scream as it spilled into my left eye. I covered my burning eye with my liquor soaked hand as my blonde hair started to reek of the alcoholic odor. I pushed myself to my feet, and punched whoever was standing in front of me with my free hand. I heard a quick clumsy shuffle, then I heard a loud crash. Allistor let out a cry of pain the second after a loud smashing echoed throughout the house. It sounded similar to a metal baseball bat being slammed against a glass window.

There was silence for a whole minute, until Aednat called out, "What was that?"

Before I heard anybody answer her, I went racing up the stairs. Once I reached the top of the stairs, I sprinted to my room, and slammed the door behind me. I slid with my back leaning against the door to the ground and let out a choked sob. I sat there for a minute, breathing heavily and trying to collect my thoughts. I stayed there for a whole five minutes until the burning in my eye became too much. I limped over to my bed and grabbed the water bottle that sat on my headboard. Thankfully it still had water in it. I poured the bottled water onto my head, then I held a couple of tissues over my eye. Suddenly I felt a buzz in my pocket, I took my cellular device out of my pants and read the text that was sent to me.

I hear a loud crash and a lot of yelling... you don't follow the advice I GAVE you.

I let out a small chuckle through my sniffles and shook my head.

Was that the only thing you learnt from our long session? By the way Francis, don't act like you followed the advice that I GAVE you.

No fair! The advice I GAVE you is not that hard to follow.

You'd think that since you don't live with my siblings. The advice you GAVE me was as hard to follow as the advice that I GAVE you.

If you say so Arthur.

What did I say about calling me Arthur?

You can't hear accents over text!

Your stupid French accent has cursed me, I can't read a single one of your texts without reading it in your stupid accent!

It's a sign Art, obviously only lovers can read each other's texts in their voice ;)

Francis... I will murder you.

I hope you know that I read that in your voice ;)

FRANCIS!

;)

Quit sending me those stupid winking faces you frog!

Alright. So you are not hurt too bad, are you?

No. You didn't receive too much physiological torture from your mother, did you?

She doesn't physiologically torture me!

Denial; one of the signs that she brainwashed you. Well whatever you call it, she didn't affect you in a negative way too much, right?

No.

See? That's all you had to say.

I have to go, mon Mère would not be happy with me texting you, and I hear her coming to my room.

I understand, she is going to kick your arse with anything you do that she does not approve.

Not expecting an answer, I set my phone on lock and stuffed it under my matrice; Peter always likes to play angry birds on my phone and tries to steal with every chance he gets. "ARTHUR!" I heard Aednat scream. With a sigh, I opened my bedroom door, took a deep calming breath, and started to walk down the stairs to face whatever my siblings were going to throw at me... literally.

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Author's note: Sorry that this took so long. I had a major writer's block, Arthur is hard to write. Also this chapter was pretty hard because Scotland, Ireland, and Wales are all fan made characters. Allistor is Scotland, Aednat is Ireland, and Riley is Wales. I didn't think up Scotland's name, but I had to make up Ireland's and Wales'. They won't be in the story too much after this chapter. By the way, I'm sorry if there are a couple of grammar errors in this, something is terribly wrong with my keyboard and sometimes it won't let me type certain letters, so I have been rereading this dozens of times trying to correct everything on my own. So what do you think of the chapter?

Next chapter will be in Canada's point of view. The North Americans are coming. We be climbing through yo windows, snatchen yo people up... sorry I had that video stuck in my head for about a week. Most of us do not climb through windows and snatch people up. Also I had the Canadian national anthem stuck in my head... I don't even know how that happened. I only know the beginning part too so my head just keeps on repeating the first five lines of the song... and it won't stop! Why Canada, whyyyyyyy?