Ok, I'm still working on chapter thirteen, but I have a feeling writer's block has hit me. Any way, I figured I should let you all suffer for an update when it's all ready written and ready to go so yeah. And whats with the drop of reviews, I'm still getting them, but its not as much...I'm worried.

I don't own anything so yeah.


Peter's blue eyes were wide; he had seen his brother pick up some horrible wounds. It was when he was younger, Arthur had been quiet the trouble maker, he was always causing a problem for someone it seemed. Arthur used to get in fights all the time with Antonio, that's when Antonio had some power to throw around. Still they were never this bad, or so he thought. Did the taller man have to kick so hard, did he really had to send Arthur into one of the near by bookshelves?

Peter didn't know what to do; he had just come to tell Arthur about Alfred. He had ditched his tutor, surely something would be said about it, but he figured that was starting to become a good thing. He didn't know what to do, much less who to go to. Francis? Antonio? Ludwig? Vash, maybe? Matthew, that's who, he needed to find Matthew.

He darted down the hall, not caring if he was heard by his brother's attacker, just as long as Arthur was safe, and Matthew knew what to do. He was taking a big chance, and he hoped it wasn't a waste of his time. He bolted, he didn't look back, just ran.

The sight of any member of the Kirkland family bolting down the streets was a weird and rare sight. No one dared stopped them when they did; Kirklands were known to be somewhat temperamental. Peter raked his brain, where did Matthew usually go when he went to meet Francis? A little whole in the wall café, that's right Francis was good 'friends' with the own, he could get whatever he wanted. The next question was here in the bloody world was it located again.

"I don't have time for this!" Peter growled, racing down the streets, trying to find what he knew in his mind.


"Does Arthur even take good care of you?" Francis frowned shaking his head. Matthew frowned as well.

"He does, very good care." Matthew defended. "He's just been busy."

"To busy sipping his tea." Francis countered and Matthew sighed, he wasn't in much of the mood to argue with anyone. "What's bothering you now? Hopefully not love troubles, they're the worst, trust me I would know." Francis blinked, and Matthew let his head drop and hit the table.

"It's Alfred, the whole war news thing, and the gossip; they're all getting to me." Matthew admitted.

"That's life for—"

"I finally found you!" Peter's voice cut Francis off, as well as startled the two. They turned to find Peter not to far off panting. "I need you help, Matthew."

"I'm busy Peter, I can't right now, sorry." Matthew said shrugging, but he really was sorry. "I'm sure it can wait."

"It can't!" Peter said storming over still huffing and puffing for breath. "It's Arthur, I don't know what happened exactly, but someone attacked him."

"Serves him right." Francis said smoothly. Matthew shot him a look.

"Why are you coming to me?" Matthew asked, ignoring the hurt looking Francis.

"The man was asking for Alfred." Peter said simply, and while Francis didn't see the problem, Matthew did.

"What did he look like?!" Peter's shoulders were held tightly in Mathew's hands.

"He was really tall…silverish blonde hair…I didn't see his face," Peter said slowly, shakily. "He was wearing a Soviet uniform I think…"

Neither Francis nor Peter had heard Matthew cuss. It wasn't whispered it was a full on 'shit'. The two looked at him, he had always been so peaceful and passive, it didn't seem like he was one to cuss, much less start pacing a bit. Both watched Matthew wordless, like he would say something they wouldn't question.

"You know who attacked Arthur?" Francis asked, his eyes trailing Matthew.

"You could say we've meet before." Matthew said quickly.


Alfred's horse shifted its weight as they waited for the other's to catch up. Gilbert came riding in next to him, hardly coming to a stop next to him. Kiku come trotting up, like he usually did unless it was other wise needed. They were staring at the rather large kingdom in front of them, Europa. It hadn't changed much since Alfred and Gilbert parted ways with it. Alfred gave a large exhale, hoping he would calm down.

"Don't freak out, America!" Gilbert teased; Alfred turned sharply to him, but still smiled at the lightened mood.

"If we go not and stay at a study trot we should reach the kingdom by sundown." Kiku said judging the distance well.

"If we gallop, that's a whole other story." Gilbert said, judging the speed better.

"We can't just go barging in." Kiku said smoothly.

"Seeing as how no ones lining the perimeter and there aren't exactly any troops around, I say we can." Alfred said, looking the land over again. Kiku gave a sigh, but nodded.

They urged their horses into a gallop, and made good time. Sure some people in the fields were somewhat shocked, and there wasn't exactly a huge army behind them. They started a few people upon actually entering the Kingdom. People shouted at them, but they weren't exactly listening to the comments. People moved out of their way quickly, it wasn't long before some guards took notice.

"Oi, America!" Gilbert yelled, like Alfred was completely unaware of what was going around him. "In case you haven't noticed—"

"I noticed!" Alfred yelled back, rounding a corner.

"Was this such a good idea?!" Kiku questioned.

"Probably not." Alfred admitted, and Gilbert nodded in agreement. "Don't worry about, I'm the hero remember."

Kiku rolled his eyes, shaking his head, before hearing Gilbert complement about the plaza they were nearing. It didn't take them long to reach it; much less drown in the light it offered. They pulled their horses to a stop, finding the guards were indeed encircling them, as well as quiet a crowd was gathering. People were gasping and chattering amongst themselves.

"Heh, heh, they're talking about me." Gilbert boasted with pride, Kiku scold at him, and Alfred just stared.

"Their talking about all of us, Albino!" Alfred snapped sharply.

"You're not making this any easier." Kiku cautioned lowly, so only the other two could hear.

"Silence!" A guard snapped sharply, before turning to the crowd. "Some one find one of the Three!" People scurried off looking fast.

"We're just about screwed." Gilbert encouraged with a cheery disposition.


If what ever was going on outside hadn't gotten them outside, surely someone would have found them, or at least Francis. They had heard some chase run past the little whole in the wall they were in. Matthew seemed to be in his own world pacing and muttering to himself. Francis and Peter were only catching small bits, and it wasn't making much since. However the chase only to send Matthew into a deeper sense of worry, but that didn't mean he didn't follow their rush out the door.

Most people on the streets were heading in the direction of the Plaza, people of all kinds it seems. As if getting the memo they all flowed the flow, only they ran like some of the people there. There was a loud booming yell, something for one of the Three. Francis grumbled, Matthew understood very well why.

"Excuse me; pardon me…Lovely dress my darling." Francis said as Peter and Matthew tugged him along through the crowd at times. Matthew and Peter were about to of the worst people to much a crowd move; both were ignored or looked at strange. Still some how they got through.

They all peered around the guards to find three men on horse back. Francis and Peter only knew two just by looking at them; Matthew knew all three for the most part. Gilbert didn't exactly look like the happiest person, obviously his return party wasn't to him liking. Alfred had a rather ticked look, but he looked more happy then ticked. Kiku was in the middle of them, he looked almost annoyed that he had to between the two, almost as if they would start fighting.

"You wanted me?" Francis said looking up at the one who had yelled. The guard quickly scrambled down from his horse and over to Francis, at least not without eyeing Matthew first.

"Yes, sir," The guard informed, and he was about to continue when Francis merely walked past him with the other too.

"Most you always make dramatic entrances." Francis said, Gilbert laughed.

"They make me appear more…" Gilbert laughed, looking for the right words.

"Egoistical." Kiku said flatly.

"Awesome." Gilbert corrected, smiling broadly.

"Matthew-san, is something wrong?" Kiku asked smoothly, clearly ignoring Gilbert beside him, Alfred's face was now flooding with worry.

"It's Arthur." Peter blurted, both Gilbert and Alfred blinked.

"It's more like Ivan." Matthew said slowly. "According to what Peter described, Ivan's here, and he's attacked Arthur."

Silence washed over, it washed over everyone. They were all staring to the two blonde cousins, who were looking more pale then normal.


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