Hi, I'm back biches (jacksfilms reference). You get an extra long chapter due to lack of updates. Well have a nice day, I hope this won't make you too sad!

Disclaimer: same as usual

Warnings: the mad doctor returns, truths are at risk of being revealed, Lovino breaks up the story, Matthew turns dark (very,very, very dark), a weird relationship development, perverted dark Matthew (make-out session; mildly explicit?)

Chapter 10:

Arthur stepped in to the room to see Lovino collapsed on top of Antonio's chest with red eyes, the two both seemed in a peaceful slumber. A slumber much like those the princess in fairy tales fall in to while waiting for their prince to come and save them with a kiss or to save them from the hold of the evil witch or step mother. Arthur knew then why Francis had left and what he meant by 'I'm going to get a doctor I can trust'.

~Stay strong my Lovino, I'll be watching you~

Arthur looked at the two in a state of shock shock, he was unsure of anything he could do for the moment. Anything he could do to help the situation.
"Iggy? What's happening down there?" Alfred called to Arthur from the door to the annex, looking at the shadow that was projected by Arthur.
"I..." Arthur stopped and walked over towards the two, Alfred not getting the reply he wanted came down the stairs in to the annex.
"Jesus." Alfred breathed as he saw Arthur stood beside the sleeping couple, after noticing the red liquid that surrounded the duo he looked at Arthur. "I-is that blood?" Arthur unable to reply just nodded. "Jesus."
Alfred stood watching as Arthur moved the two on to a bed that sat in the corner of the annex. Once the two were laid to rest on the bed Arthur turned to look at Alfred and without saying anything they knew they had to let the others know.

~You damn idiot~

As Matthew and Aofie reached the kitchen they crossed passed Francis, who had a look of horror still painted on his face.
"Papa, what's wrong?" Matthew ran up to Francis, and lifted his face to look him in the eyes.
"They... they're both." Francis broke eye contact to look at the basement. "I have to go... I'll be back." Francis walked around Matthew, then his path was blocked by Aofie's arm.
"Hell no." Aofie attracted Francis' attention. "I want an answer!"
"I need to get a doctor. I... they don't have time for this!" Francis mumbled under his breath, it was only just audible for Aofie.
"Antonio and Lovino?" Matthew asked tilting his head to the side slightly.
"Yes." Francis' voice was distant as though he had a million troubles on his mind that had driven him crazy.
"Aofice please lower your arm." Matthew's face had turned solemn. "I'll show you what he is talking about." Afoie lowered her hand and watched as the Frenchman ran out of the kitchen. "Please follow me."

Aofie followed Matthew without questioning why he was acting so strange. Truth is she was scared. Scared because of Matthew's complete change in character. His voice now was anything but it's old cheerful tone, his face hung itself on the hinges of his neck and his aura seemed to be one much like Russia's. The walk i n to the basement to see the open an open door, that lead to the unknown, seemed like an eternity on its own.
"Please, don't let what you're about to see get to you." Matthew's dark voice had the tiniest shreds of concern in it for the girl, Kumajiro looked towards Aofie with a look of fright in his eyes.
"O-okay." Aofie replied staring at the scared polar bear that tried to escape the Canadian's grasp to get to Aofie's.
"Please follow me. Oh and take the bear, it's annoying me." Matthew let the bear drop to the floor, and Kumajiro ran to Aofie who picked him up as though he were the most precious of gems.

~How the hell can you leave me like this~

As Francis ran out of the house he was greeted to the sight of reporters from different countries (LOCI, LCN, Rai news, Euronews, ABC News Now, CNN+, ITV News Channel and more) that shoved cameras in his face and tried to interview him. But his ignored them, politely pushing past each reporter to see if Doctor Smith was still there. He wasn't. Francis in a panic pulled his phone out from his pocket, and dialed Doctor Smith's number. He waited for three dial tones before he heard a familiar voice rung on the other end.
"Hello, Francis?" John's voice had a curious tone to it. "What is all that noise?"
"It... it's the paparazzi." Francis sighed, and looked to the ground. "I need a favour." Francis looked up to the star spangled sky.
"What is the situation inside?" A reporter called from behind Francis, the report received a rasp 'shh' from Francis.
"Yes, of course." John replied, the curious tone was now unsure and treading lightly. "What would you like?"
"I need you to come to my house. I... we... they need your help." Francis sighed, and carried on to explain himself. "I'll tell you why we left the hospital when you get here."
"Okay. I'm not that far away, I should be there in a couple of minutes." John's voice was now laced with worry. "What happened?"
"You'll see when you get here." Francis hung up, and once again slid through the sea of reporters back in to his house.

~How can I carry on~

"Hey, Aidan?" Peter tapped his brother's cheek,waking him up.
"Yeah, what is it?" Aidan responded sourly, after just being woken up.
"Where's sis?" Peter tilted his head, his question made Aidan furrow his eyebrows.
"Isn't she in her bed?" Aidan raised his hand to his aching eyes, and saw Peter shake his head through his peripheral vision. "Then that is a good question."
"Do you think we should go look for her?" Peter gave Aidan a toothy grin at the thought of playing detective.
"Yeah, let me get up." Aidan pulled the covers off himself, revealing a pair of boxers with the Irish flag on them. "Pass me my robe." Peter obediently bought Aidan a red dressing gown, while putting it on he stood up.
"Let's go." Peter ran out of the room like a plane flying back to its country, and Aidan trudged behind.

After the two had made their way through most of the rooms downstairs, they noticed the kitchen light was on.
"They must be in the kitchen." Peter shouted, clearly getting in to the role of detective too much. "Come Watson!"
"I am not your Watson." Aidan replied sarcastically, if the others knew he and Peter were close he'd never hear the end of it.
Nevertheless, the two made their way in to the kitchen, following the signal left by the lights that still shone. When the two stood at the table they heard what sounded like someone being sick from the basement. It wasn't a man, oh no the pitch was too high.
"Quickly, there is a fifty-fifty chance that it is sis!" Peter ran down the stairs with Aidan trailing behind them.
As they reached the bottom of the stairs they saw a familiar curly orange hair that hung over a bucket in the corner of the room, and a bear that was hugging a pair of legs.
"Aofie!" Aidan ran up to her, and hugged the girl. "What's wrong?"
"I..." Aofie coughed, still feeling a bit queasy.
"Look down there." The bear pointed at the stairs to the annex, and looked directly at Aidan.
"What are you...-" Aidan was interrupted by a voice that came from the annex.
"The bear told you to come down here. So why are you still up there?" The accent behind the voice was Canadian but it was dark. "And besides your brother's having a breakdown."
"My brother? Arthur‽" Aidan ran towards the annex, as much as he says he hates his brother he really does love him - but he'd never admit it.
Peter followed Aidan down in to the annex, and Matthew walked towards Aofie.

~When you are what is important to me~

When Matthew reached Aofie, he grabbed her wrist.
"Mattie, what-" Aofie was interrupted as the Canadian pushed his lips on to hers, Aofie shoved Matthew away to try and get a word in. "What the hell? Why the hell did you do that?"
"I could take you right here." Matthew looked in to her eyes, with a look of lust and restraint. "If you want me to or not." Matthew's voice had gotten even darker.
Matthew once again joined his and Aofie's lips together, this time deepening the kiss, by forcing his tongue in to her mouth. Matthew took no notice to her trying to pull out of the kiss, he played with her tongue; rolling his own around it seeing what kind of moans he could get from her. As Aofie struggled to free herself from Matthew's grasp, she felt a hand go up her top and rest on her breast. She lifted her free hand, and slapped Matthew's cheek, hard. Matthew was pushed away from Aofie, he could see a small blush that had risen on her cheeks.
"I like it much better when they struggle." Matthew licked his lips, and grabbed Aofie's waist and pulled her in to an embrace that she couldn't escape from.
"Matthew... stop." Aofie looked towards Kumajiro helplessly, as Matthew once again bought her in to a passionate kiss.
The kiss was deepened to a point where Matthew had started to play with her breast that he cupped, never in her life had Aofie been so happy to hear Francis.

"Matthew let her go." Francis' voice was powerful, and didn't fault as he addressed this new Matthew.
Matthew pulled out of the kiss, but kept a hold of Aofie's breast. "And why should I?" Aofie let lose a low squeal as Matthew threatened Francis, Francis let lose a sigh as he walked down the stairs.
"Aofie, are you okay?" Francis looked at Aofie, who nodded. "Matthew if you go any further you will regret it. You'll regret this, when you regain your sense."
"What are you talking about‽ I won't regret anything!" Matthew yelled at Francis letting go of Aofie, who ran behind Francis for protection.
"Matthew?" Alfred called from the annex door. "Matthew please." Alfred walked up the stairs, and looked his brother in the eyes.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Matthew hadn't lowered his tone, he just changed who he addressed.
"Please come here." Alfred spoke calmly and held out an arm for his brother, while the other hand reached in to a pocket and pulled out a syringe.
"You're going to drug me, you bastard!" Matthew yelled at Alfred, who had realised that Matthew wouldn't obey.
"Look Matthew, you scared Aofie." Alfred pointed towards the girl who had taken shelter behind Francis, as Matthew was distracted Alfred ran up to him and pushed the syringe in to his arm.
"Damn you!" Matthew cursed as the drug coursed through his arm.
"It's okay." Alfred hugged his brother as Matthew drifted in to unconsciousness. "He's bipolar, he gets that way sometimes." Alfred propped Matthew up against a wall, and turned back to the annex. "I hope he didn't scare you too much." Alfred smiled towards Aofie.
"No, it's fine." Aofie smiled and let go of Francis' arm, and noticed a person stood on the stairs. "Who are you? If you don't mind me asking."
"Oh me." John pointed at himself and smiled a toothy grin. "I'm Doctor Smith, but you can call me John."
"Why are you here?" Alfred's voice was sour towards the bystander.
"Francis called and told me he needed help so I came." John smiled at Alfred, who tsked and went in to the annex.
"Antonio and Lovino are unconscious down there."
"Okay, I'll go have a look at 'em." John's face became neutral when he saw the blood on the annexe's floor, and went down followed by Aofie and Francis.

~And how can I live without that, please stay with me Antonio~

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