A/N New human names:

Emma - Belgium

Feliks - Poland

"Bonjour, Mathieu! You look coquet today, mon cher." Francis said, smiling broadly as he took his seat. Everyone but Yao had arrived, and Tino was getting ready to start the meeting.

"Merci, Francis," Matthew replied. Those two were getting to be very good friends, Lovino noticed.

No one asked about what had happened after the last meeting. That was between Denmark and Lukas.

Lukas was very confused about what had happened. All he knew for sure was that a) he hadn't killed Denmark and b) he hadn't cut again after the last meeting. He had been certain one or the other would have to happen.

"Well, you're certainly in a good mood, Francis," Tino said. "Lovino, can we hear from you first?"

"Um…okay," Lovino said. "I've been doing pretty good. I don't...hate myself anymore. That much. I mean, I get mad and I yell, but I don't really…mean it, I guess? It doesn't hurt as much, for sure."

"I'm glad to hear it. Why do you think things started to get bad for you?" Tino pushed. Lovino was talking, a rare occurrence, and he wasn't going to miss this opportunity.

Lovino pursed his lips and thought before answering. "Feliciano. My little brother. I always thought he was better than me, that everyone liked him better than me, and that started to go to my head. It got out of hand."

"It was close to the same thing for me. I grew up in a poor family, and I always took care of Henrique before myself. An awful lot of us have little brothers, right? Lukas has Emil and Gilbert has Ludwig." Antonio said. Tino smiled to see him participating.

"Now, about Emil-" Tino started, but stopped when the door opened from behind him. Lukas was relieved. He didn't want to talk about Emil. It scared him to be living in the same house as someone he could hurt, and the constant worry that Emil, sweet little Emil would get involved in the sides to Lukas that shouldn't exist.

He tried to stop thinking by concentrating on what was happening. Yao came in quietly, smiling wider than they had ever seen before. Then they saw why he was so happy: Ivan walked into the room right behind him. "Welcome, Yao and Ivan! Pull up chairs."

Ivan was terrified. He didn't show it, but behind his smile was only anxiety. Why were they all acting glad to see him? Didn't they know what he'd done? They were almost as bad as Yao, who shushed him with kisses when he tried to apologize for everything he'd done. How could they just forget what a horrible person he was?

"Let's start with you, Ivan. Is there anything you would like to say?" Tino asked as soon as they were seated. The faces were all friendly. It seemed, impossibly, like everyone wanted to listen to him.

"I'm a lot better between my one-on-one therapy, some helpful medication, and Yao, of course. I think I really am able to speak now. I started having episodes when I was 23, right after Yao and I moved in together. I didn't know what was real. It's been a rough year, because I didn't know what to do about them. Neither of us did, so we just kept pushing it away and hoping things would get better without us doing anything. It was stupid, and look what it cost us." Ivan said, starting slowly but gaining confidence. Without his noticing, Yao had taken his huge hands in his tiny ones.

"Well, I am so thankful that you two have figured it out. Ivan, are you going home now?" Tino said.

"Yes, I moved back in yesterday," Ivan said, smiling for real this time.

"Congratulations! I would love to hear more, but it is time to go again. I should make Group longer..." he muttered. "Please come back next time, Ivan. See you all soon!"

Lovino and Antonio walked out into the hallway together, not needing to speak. Feliciano was supposed to pick them up, but he was nowhere in sight. After a moment, Lovino checked around a corner in the hall to see if Feli had gotten distracted and wandered away. There, just out of sight from the main hall, Feliciano was passionately kissing Gilbert's little brother, Ludwig.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY LITTLE BROTHER?!" Lovino yelled, running towards them. Feliciano broke away from Ludwig, shocked.

"Lovi, don't, it's not his fault! There's nothing wrong with - Lovino, stop! Stop!" Feliciano rambled as Lovino pushed him out of the way and pinned Ludwig to the wall, elbow pressing down on his windpipe.

"DON'T TOUCH HIM! DON'T EVER COME NEAR HIM AGAIN, YOU SON OF A-"

"LOVINO!" Antonio ripped his boyfriend away from Ludwig, who gasped and doubled over, Feliciano's hand at his back.

"Ludwig, are you okay? He didn't mean-"

"If he so much as fucking looks at my fratello again, I swear I will cut off his-"

"Lovino, calm down. Calm down. Lovino, listen to me. Stop. Stop." Antonio said, and finally his green eyes managed to pull Lovino back to reality. "Feli, get Ludwig out of here." Feliciano gulped and did as he was told.

"Lovino, he wasn't doing anything wrong. Feliciano said he liked him, right? They're together," Antonio tried to reason.

"Exactly! They're together! Feliciano's not mature enough! He doesn't know anything, he's too innocent and trusting. It would be so easy for anyone to take advantage-"

"Oh, so I'm a clueless baby?" Feliciano demanded, returning just in time to hear Lovino's rant. "I'm not stupid! I can take care of myself!"

"You're my little brother-"

"I'm 20 years old! I live by myself! I'm going to college! I have a job! And I have never, ever had a boyfriend because you have always, always come and ruined everything. Yes, I am your little brother, but with the way you've been acting, I don't know if I want to be that anymore." Feliciano yelled, and then burst into tears. Lovino was stunned into silence. The younger brother started to leave, but Lovino grabbed his shoulder. He had to explain himself, had to make Feliciano understand-

"Fuck off," Feliciano spat, and ran out the Community Center's front door. Alone except for Antonio, Lovino found his voice again.

"What the fu-"

"Lovino, he's right," Antonio interrupted.

"What?"

"Maybe you should give Ludwig a chance, let Feliciano work out love for himself. You were fifteen when you dated Emma," Antonio pointed out.

"Emma doesn't count! That was before I figured out that I was gay," Lovino protested.

"And Feliks?"

"That...well, that..."

"Let him find his own way," Antonio said. Lovino pulled back, angry.

"Oh, so it's my fault? I'm a terrible brother? A terrible person? I'm too controlling and overprotective and paranoid and I always assume the worst?" Lovino's eyes filled with tears. "I knew it. I knew neither of you could ever really love me."

"Lovino!" Antonio called, but his boyfriend was already gone.

A/N: There will be an extra chapter posted on Sunday. Thank you for reading!