AN: Okay, I know its been like eons since we last uploaded and I'm suuuuuper sorry y'all. Its been really stressful with the move and all that jazz and me and the other Author both hit like major writers' block. We had no idea how to write the chapter without giving too terribly much away heh. Anyways here it is I hope you like it. What do you think will happen next? Let us know and please dont forget to favorite and Follow :)

Alfred awoke to a face inches from his own, the red eyes watched him worriedly.

"Alfred? Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt?" the questions were fired off rapidly and accompanied with a thick German accent.

"Gil, relax I'm fine," Alfred replied as he sat up, trying not to wince at the pain that was shooting through his head. Gentle hand pushed him back down onto the couch.

"No, Al you need to rest you-" the rest of what Gilbert was saying was drowned out by Alfred's head starting to rant.

'It's him don't you see. Arthur Kirland, A.K. it's so simple how did I miss it,' the voice said excitedly 'he has to know where ev-' "Oh knock it off, there's no way it's Uncle Artie, he's an accountant in London, he doesn't even live around here," he snapped back. 'Yes I know but,' it started again. "No, it's not him and if you want to pull the initial thing, most of his brothers have the initials A.K." he thought cutting himself off "God I'm fucking crazy aren't I, sitting here talking to myself, no wonder they look at me like I'm a freak during the Holidays,"

"Alfie are you listening to me at all," Gilbert's loud complaining jarred him out of his own self-pity.

"Oh, uh, sorry, Gil. Just my head hurts a little is all, no biggie though," Al replied when he noticed that the older man was waiting for an answer.

"Are you sure?" He murmured, Al could tell he had started to calm down because his accent started to fade. His voice dropped to a whisper, "You passed out when that british guy got here. Did he like do something to ya? He's been talking to Francis since he got here and they just keep looking at us."

"Yes, Gilbert, I'm fine I promise. That british guy over there is my uncle, Arthur. He's a nice guy." Alfred replied smiling as his voice caught their attention, throwing in the last sentence for himself. The American slowly sat back up as he felt a soft hand on his forehead.

"How are you feeling, mon cher?" Francis exclaimed softly as he fretted about.

"Please, Papa, I am fine I promise." he repeated again. 'Please we both know you are not fine.' The voice decided to speak up. I know but that is besides the point for now we are fine. I am fine.

"Alright alight. I'm sorry." Francis nodded then turned to the shorter british man next to him. "Well, Arthur, I am also sorry to you. Who knew we'd have such excitement today! I will definitely need that second glass of wine." He finished and walked off toward the kitchen.

"Alfred, it's, well, it's nice to see you again." Arthur stuttered slightly and cleared his throat. "Who is this fine young lad with you? I heard you had been out of the house for a few days but I was unsure what had happened."

"Oh, yeah, this is Gilbert we have been hanging out a lot recently. His brother is one of the police officers in town." Alfred smiled, and looked towards the German man sitting next to him.

"Nice to meet you Gilbert, are you an officer as well?" Arthur asked nodding stiffly at Gilbert.

"It's nice to meet you as well, Mr. Kirkland. No I am not an officer, but I am the bookkeeper for my father company. I'm sure you've heard of Folkert Beilschmidt? He does quite a bit of work with your older brother. I had no idea that you knew the Kirkland's Al why didn't you tell me?" Gilbert asked turning to Alfred who stared at him blankly, confused at the polite tone the Prussian was now using.

"O-Oh um I didn't know you knew them, sorry Gil," the American replied looking from his uncle to his friend who seem to have engaged in a staring contest of fake smiles.

"Oh how lovely, how is old Folkert doing? I haven't seen him in ages," Arthur said not removing his gaze from Gilbert.

"Oh he is doing wonderfully actually thanks for asking-" Gilbert started only to be interrupted by his phone saying "It's Britney, bitch"

"Oh what a lovely ringtone," Arthur said his smile widening humorlessly.

"I think it's quite wonderful, now if you'll excuse me, Matthias wouldn't be calling if it wasn't important," Gilbert replied not skipping a beat. Alfred watched amused as the older man got up and calmly walked out into the hallway.

"Alfred, I don't trust him, he's just so improper. He isn't the kind of company you usually keep, is something wrong?" Arthur asked turning to the blonde man.

"Uncle, I appreciate the concern," Alfred replied trying not to roll his eyes "but Gilbert is one of the truest friends I've had in awhile,"

"If you say so lad," the Brit replied glancing to the hallway where Gilbert's voice could be heard.

"Matthias Kohler, what on earth is so important that you had to call me right this minute," there was a pause where the man on the other end answered. "No I'm sorry dude but your ringtone is slightly embarrassing in public, I'm at friend's house right now and his entire family just heard that,"

"I do say so, Uncle," Alfred said smiling at the annoyed voice the Prussian was using.

"Yes, Matt, I have friends other than you, now what do you want?" Gilbert asked footsteps sounding from the hallway indicating the man had begun pacing. "Are you kidding me? You called to tell me your hamster ate part of your fish stick?" Another pause followed by a long sigh. "Matthias, dude I love you and everything but that was not worth calling me over, I'm sure Mr. Squeakerton will be fine,"

"He seems quite the charmer," Arthur said standing up placing a hand on Alfred's shoulder. "He's the one we shouldn't trust," the voice muttered causing Alfred to roll his eyes. 'Oh knock it off, he's never been anything but nice to us, a bit overprotective but nice,' the blonde replied to himself.

"He's just a bit eccentric, uncle that's all," Alfred countered, knowing what the comment had truly meant. Arthur raised a bushy eyebrow then shook his head with a small smile.

"You've always been a bit eccentric too, haven't you, Alfred?" the man asked, his green eyes softening with the look of fatherly affection.

"You know it uncle," Alfred said grinning at the man at his shoulder. "How can you trust him, his initials are A.K. and he's always meddling in your life, you idiot," the voice spoke up almost shouting in frustration. 'Oh for pete's sake, it's not uncle Artie he's not meddling he's just worried about us, he's always been close to me it's not like his interest appeared over-night. Besides he's in England most of the time, he had no way of being part of any of this any more than one of his brother's okay?' he replied to himself glancing at Gilbert as he walked back into the room looking exasperated.

"I'm sorry about that," Gil muttered sitting down across from Al. "Matt was a little drunk, a rare occurrence considering his alcohol tolerance,"

"Ahh so he's a drunk?" Arthur asked turning to Gilbert. Alfred glanced at Gil, frowning seeing his usually agreeable friend glare at the Brit.

"No, actually. It happens to be his birthday and he wasn't roped into babysitting for once and wanted to have a little fun," Gilbert replied his voice shaking slightly.

"Uncle Artie please stop. Gil's a good guy I promise," Alfred said before Arthur could reply. Arthur glanced at the teen before nodding.

"I'm sorry, Alfred," he murmured before turning to the albino. "And I'm sorry Gilbert, Alfred tends to, how do I put it? Hmm. Get in with the wrong crowd," he added eyeing the Prussian curiously.

"Uncle please stop," Alfred said feeling his face heat up.

"Mon deiu, Arthur please stop embarrassing him," chuckled Francis as he returned to the room holding two glasses of wine. "You're the reason he never brings friends over and you aren't even here that often!" he added handing the Brit the other glass.

"Well I think that it's time to head home, Gil," Alfred standing up glancing meaningfully at Gilbert who also stood up.

"Oh, Alright, um It was nice to meet you sir," Gil said with an awkward wave to Francis.

"It was wonderful to meet you as well Gilbert! It's so rare Alfred brings friends over please don't be afraid to come over okay? A friend of Alfie is family okay?" Francis said walking over and hugging the Prussian.

"Papa, please don't," Alfred said cringing inwardly watching Gilbert turn bright red.

"Th-thank you sir," Gilbert replied adjusting to awkwardly hug the Frenchmen back.

"And I'm the embarrassing one," Arthur muttered taking a sip of his wine and glancing at Alfred. "Alfred I'm going to be in town for awhile if you'd like to have lunch or something," he added.

"I'll keep that in mind uncle Artie, thank you," The teen replied walking into the kitchen where Matthew was on the phone a familiar sly grin gracing his handsome face.

"Is that so Ivan? I may have to come over if that's the case," Matthew murmured into the phone not noticing his brother had entered the room.

"Eww Mattie gross, don't make me tell papa," Alfred said making a gagging noise and laughing at the horrified look on his brother's face.

"I-I have to go Ivan I'll call you back," Matthew muttered hurriedly into the phone before hanging up and glaring at his brother. "Don't you dare tell papa Alfred, if I get banned from staying at Ivan's I will end you,"

"Relax dude, I just came to say see ya, though obviously Ivan is more important than me," Alfred said sighing dramatically.

"I knew you were fine, I don't worry as much as papa, but I still worry Alfred," the younger said seriously walking towards Alfred. "Please call more often okay? Even if it's just to say hi or something,"

"I-I will Mattie, I promise," Alfred responded confused at why they all seemed to care suddenly. 'Wait,' Alfred thought as it slowly dawned on him. 'I was the jerk to them, him and Papa always defend me from the rest of the family jesus christ I'm an ass,' he thought staring into the worried violet eyes of his brother.

"I see the revelation in your eyes, Al, have you finally grown out of your emo teens?" Mattie asked playfully hugging Alfred tightly. "It'll be nice to have you back," he added in a whisper.

"Al, you uh ready to go?" Gilbert said appearing still a bright shade of red.

"Yeah Gil, I'm ready," Alfred replied patting Mattie on the back stepping away. "I'll call more I promise Mattie," he added heading towards the door.

"See ya Alfie and Gil," Matthew said with a wave picking up the phone.

"Bye Papa and uncle Artie," Al shouted opening the door gesturing for Gilbert to walk through.

"Goodbye," came the chorus of both voices as the door snapped shut.

"So, what'd you think of my family Gilbert?" Alfred asked staring at the back of the albinos head as they walked to Al's truck.

"Well, they were uh, friendly to say the least," Gilbert said laughing slightly getting into the driver's seat.

"They always have been, well at least my dad and Mattie have," Alfred responded getting in the car stretching.

"If the rest of your family is like Arthur I can assume they aren't the friendliest upon first meeting," Gilbert muttered starting the truck and backing out.

"Nah, the rest of my family hates me with a passion, I dunno why," Al said leaning his head against the window looking out.

"I'm sure you're being over dramatic, Alfie," Gilbert said turning the radio up.

'Hmm, maybe I doubt it, but maybe," Alfred yawned as he wathced the sights flicker past.