I won't even begin describing how long it took me to actually write and finish this chapter.

I had a partial writer's block, I couldn't come up with the way to begin the fucking chapter but FINALLY, I managed. In enter four new characters! One that will probably never be seen again due to his unimportanci-ness...(that word totally exists...)

Anyways, Sherlock Holmes (the new one that came out a few months ago) has developped into a new (ish) sort of inspiration...kay so it was more like the end of the movie that I liked. So anyways, I don't think I have much more to say so ENJOY THIS RATHER LONG CHAPTER!

"Not Lord Gilbert…" Feliciano mumbled incredulously. "H-he's a good person…he's taking such good care of Miss Elizaveta…"

"That doesn't necessarily mean he's off the hook…" Arthur stated as he pondered other things that could be held against Lord Weillschmidt. "In addition, the fact that he won't cooperate with our investigation doesn't help his case."

"M-maybe I can talk with him? Just like Ludwig's doing—"

"Feliciano, please," Francis interrupted softly, "We know this may not be easy for you to accept but we need you to keep cooperating and hold your tongue. Lord Weillschmidt is just a suspect at the moment, our prime suspect, perhaps there's another suspect we haven't encountered yet."

"B-but you've spoken with all of us, we haven't lied," Feliciano reminded in an almost desperate tone. "We wouldn't lie, not even the Zwingli, we all want Mister Roderick's murderer to be brought to justice…"

Francis placed a comforting hand on Feliciano's shoulder, "Calm down for a minute," Francis smiled as he paused, "We haven't spoken to everyone yet. The information we probably value most is stored in a stubborn German lord."

"Oh…right…" The Italian maid remembered, "I-I'm sure he'll talk to you soon…he's still deeply affected by the loss of Mister Roderick…"

Arthur nodded, "It's rather normal—" Arthur paused abruptly and took out his pocket watch, something Francis had never noticed, and looked at the time, and "…It seems you'll have to excuse me, I need to be on my way."

"Why? Where are you going?" Francis asked surprised that he wasn't informed ahead of time.

"I have a meeting with our forensics scientist, he's going to brief me again on the wounds found on Lord Edelstein's body as well as suggest a few more weapons that could have caused them." Arthur explained as he left the presence of Feliciano and Francis.

"Shouldn't I come along?" Francis asked taking a step forward.

"No, I'll just give you the important details when I come back," Arthur waved, "Alfred tends to beat around the bush and mention stupid things that are a waste of time more than anything. You can concentrate on getting information out of Lord Weillschmidt while I'm gone."

The conversation finished suddenly and Arthur had left in the taxi that had been waiting ever since their arrival at the Edelstein mansion. Francis starred in the direction Arthur had left, confused. The Frenchman was convinced there was something his partner wasn't telling him.

"If you would like, I can escort you to Lord Gilbert." Feliciano suggested.

Francis nodded and followed Feliciano to Lord Weillschmidt's chamber, which was empty. They had concluded that if he was not in his room, perhaps he was by Lady Hédéváry's side, distracting her from the thought of her deceased fiancé. When they had arrived to Lady Hédéváry's room, they found her sound asleep in her large bed, alone.

"It seems he has left…" Francis whispered as he closed the door.

"Come to think of it, he had mentioned, earlier, that he had a business meeting with a Russian man." Feliciano remembered aloud.

"Damn…" The Frenchman swore, it was evident he would have to wait for Lord Weillschmidt's return.

"Would you like to come help me cook while you wait for Lord Gilbert to come back?" Feliciano suggested.

Francis sighed and nodded, "Sure."

The blonde detective followed Feliciano into the kitchen where the latter suggested they make something French for Lady Hédéváry, which would be a change from the usual British or Italian food. As they cooked and baked, Francis got to know Feliciano and had decided he liked the boy. The Italian was kind, caring, optimistic, cheerful, a little air headed and a generally good person.

"Hey, Feliciano?"

"Si?"

"Why is it you refer to Lord Edelstein as Mister Roderick and to Lord Weillschmidt as Lord Gilbert?" Francis asked as he batted the cake dough.

"Mister Roderick is my boss as he is a friend," Feliciano explained as he began to make the chocolate icing. "It's the same for Madam Elizaveta but being a servant, I feel obligated to add Madam or Mister in front of their names even if they told me it wasn't necessary. Lord Gilbert was introduced to me as, well, Lord Gilbert, which is partly why I refer to him as such but also because he never gave me permission to use his name in a friendly matter."

"I take it Lord Weillschmidt isn't quite fond of you?" Francis asked more than stated.

"It seems to be so," the Italian laughed softly, "However, I see it as normal. Unlike Madam Elizaveta and Mister Roderick, he hasn't always been in my surroundings so he hasn't necessarily warmed up to me. Also, we're in different worlds; he's at the head of the Weillschmidt family and he's charged with so many burdening tasks to keep his business going and his family name alive. I, on the other hand, am a servant who merely cleans and cooks."

Francis paused, "That doesn't sound very much like something you would seem to say…" Francis admitted, "No offence."

"None taken," Feliciano smiled, "It's something Mister Roderick told me when I was upset about Lord Gilbert having yelled at me."

"He yelled at you?" Francis repeated, surprised.

Feliciano nodded as he carried the chocolate icing to the refrigerator, "You already know about me and Ludwig, right?" Francis noticed a small blush appear on the Italian's cheeks as he asked the question. Francis nodded, "Our relationship started a while back and when Lord Gilbert found out, he got really mad. He surprised us together and pushed me away. He yelled things mean things, saying stuff like I was only pretending to like Ludwig because I wanted his money or that I was trying to sabotage their family."

"Wow, that's kind of hardcore…" Francis mumbled as he began pouring the cake mix into a mold, "And you still call him a good person after that?"

Feliciano chuckled lightly as he nodded, "Lord Gilbert is just an overprotective brother," he explained, "Ludwig had a talk with him, he told him that we loved each other and that I would never betray him. A few weeks later, Lord Gilbert apologized for his outburst and gave me his blessing to be with Ludwig."

"He sure seems hot headed, but I'm glad things ended well." Francis affirmed.

"Grazie," Feliciano giggled.

Arthur had arrived at the location where he was to meet Alfred. He had called him last minute, once he arrived at police head quarters, to give him the rendezvous location and time. He had also hung up before the American had anytime to complain.

Arthur sipped on a hot cup of Earl Grey tea buried in his thoughts. Recently, Francis had seemed much more forgetful about important things as he seemed to space out more and more. The Brit was convinced this had something to do with the pills he was taking to forget his greatest love, Jeanne.

"A-Al I really don't think I should be here if you're going to talk about the murder case with Arthur…" Matthew's familiar shy voice resonated in the small café.

"Don't worry Mattie; I wouldn't bring you here if you weren't allowed." Alfred laughed, dragging his lover with him to Arthur.

Arthur sighed as he stood to greet Alfred and Matthew. "Good day to you both." Arthur nodded.

"Yep," Alfred answered with a wide grin as he pulled a chair and sat down, "Now what did you wanna talk about?"

"I want to talk about the pills you stole," Arthur answered glaring.

Alfred jolted and slowly turned his head to face Matthew who immediately smacked his forehead.

"You just can't stop teasing him." Matthew nagged, "I want you to give them back to him. They're probably some sort of important medication; do you want to worsen his condition?"

Alfred held his forehead, "B-but it's not—"

At that same moment, a tall man with spiky hair wearing a scarf entered the café catching both of the North American's attentions.

"What's he doing here?" Alfred hissed.

"Knowing you would drag me somewhere you were meant to present yourself alone, I called Lars to come site seeing with me." Matthew answered; he then turned to address Arthur, "I'm sorry for all the trouble Al is causing you."

"It's quite all right, I'm just sorry I'm ruining your trip with him," Arthur smiled.

Matthew returned it, "You got to do what you got to do, and right now there's nothing more important for the both of you to bring peace to the victims of the current crime."

With a wave, he left accompanied by Lars, which clearly enraged Alfred.

"Damn it, I really hate that guy!" Alfred hissed, "He obviously wants to steal Mattie from me!"

"That would be rather upsetting," Arthur agreed, "because there would then be no one to control you."

"Hardy har-har." Alfred growled sarcastically as he slumped into his seat, "you called at the worse time to! I was just about to get it on with him! And do you know how passionate Mattie is about me contributing to solving a case do to my forensics awesomeness? Very! It's horrible!"

"Regardless, the pills, I want them back and I want to know more." Arthur demanded changing the subject.

"No and sure, in order of your questions," Alfred answered pouring himself some tea, "Since the pills are illegal drugs we have to dispose of them which is what I did."

Arthur froze and glared at Alfred, "You better be joking."

Alfred shook his head, "Sorry but it's how things work and you know it."

Arthur grit his teeth and thought about what he would say to Francis about the pills. He pondered if it was a bad thing or a good thing however there seemed to be more bad than good.

"You're an idiot! I can't believe you would do something like that!" Arthur hissed.

"Hey, don't get mad at me, it's not my fault that drug is illegal." Alfred defended poorly which only seemed to add to Arthur's rage, "Anyhow, do you want me to tell you about the drug or not?"

With a deep and annoyed sigh, Arthur gestured Alfred to go on and explain.

"Good, now as you already know the drug provokes memory loss," The American forensics' scientist began, "It's origin is currently unknown but under investigation; as for the complete effect and side effects, those are unknown as well."

"That's completely useless! You're useless!" Arthur snapped.

"Hey, calm down!" Alfred raised his voice, "the fact we barely know shit all about that drug is good enough proof that the thing's dangerous!"

"I need specific information about it, Alfred!" Arthur growled putting emphasis on the specific.

"Why are you suddenly so interested in it?" Alfred asked annoyed with Arthur's attitude.

"Because Francis is acting bizarre, more than usual!" Arthur snapped.

The Brit quickly covered his mouth seeing that he said something he shouldn't have. This hadn't been dismissed to Alfred, he was curious and slightly worried.

"What do you mean?"

Arthur paused, "He's forgetting…more than he was supposed to."

"That's too vague! Be more specific!" Alfred snapped to his turn.

"He's forgetting the case! Like…like important details that he should never forget!" Arthur specified, "He's spacing out a lot too! His mind is always somewhere else!"

Alfred leaned comfortably in his chair and breathed deeply, "You can't go assuming it's the drug for little things like that…"

"It's abnormal for him! It has to be the drug—"

"Arthur, I understand you're worried," Alfred interrupted calmly, "I was too when I spotted those drugs, but now that they're away the effects can slowly fade and he can go back to being normal."

"That's…look, he needs them okay? It's not that simple…" Arthur growled and buried his head in his hands, "It's not up to you to decide whether he gets to keep them or not! Would you want to remember losing someone close to you? Someone like Matthew?"

Alfred thought about what Arthur was suggesting hypothetically before answering, "I think I rather remember compared to forgetting…no matter how painful." He answered slowly, "Because, even though I remember the cruel way I lost him, I can also remember all those fun times I had with him…"

"All hearts differ from one another," Arthur stated, "You rather remember, he, Francis, prefers the opposite, he prefers forgetting, he –"

"Arthur, are you in love with him?" Alfred interrupted.

"What are you—"

"It sounds like you absolutely want the pills back for his sake, but it also seems like you're doing it for selfish reasons like the one I'm suggesting, to have him to yourself."

"T-trying to be a comedian are we?" Arthur asked.

"No. I'm being serious. Do you want him all to yourself? Is that why you're insisting so much on them, the pills?"

"I…"

"Sorreisa*!" Feliciano cheered as Lady Hédéváry awoke.

"Oh my…What is all this?" She asked baffled.

Surrounding her were plates of various French sweets and meals that smelled delicious and probably tasted as marvelous as they appeared.

Feliciano giggled happily, "Mister Francis helped me make them, he's pretty talented in the kitchen."

Lady Hédéváry looked at the entrance of her room and saw Francis leaning against the doorframe, staring out one of the large windows.

"Köszönöm*** detective." Lady Hédéváry thanked softly, "And thank you too Feli."

Feliciano smiled brightly, the joy he found in seeing his mistress pleased with his cooking was evident and adorable.

"Say…why do you not eat all this food with me, there is clearly too much for one person to eat alone." Lady Hédéváry suggested.

"Si!" Feliciano cheered and jumped to Lady Hédéváry's side.

"You too detective, I'm sure you're curious about the results." Lady Hédéváry insisted.

Francis found it difficult to resist her sweet face and agreed; he sat on the edge of the bed and ate with them.

"Lady Hédéváry, I hope you don't mind me asking but…" Francis paused to let her swallow the chocolate pastries she had devoured, "Would you know when Lord Weillschmidt will return?"

"Has he been helping you effectively?" Lady Hédéváry asked but continued before Francis could answer, "I am sure he has, he wants to bring the murderer to justice as much as I…we all do."

Lady Hédéváry seemed momentarily upset, which made Francis regret asking his question.

"Ah, but your question," Lady Hédéváry suddenly remembered, "Gilbert told me he was having a very important meeting with his most influential associate, so there are chances that he will not come back until very late tonight…"

"Damn…I wish I'd known sooner…" Francis cussed to himself.

"Scusi…***" Feliciano apologized feeling bad.

"O-oh don't worry," Francis quickly reassured, "I mean, I had fun but now Arthur's going to nag me about not interviewing Lord Weillschmidt."

Feliciano exchanged looks with Lady Hédéváry before smiling to one another. "You act oddly like a married couple, you and your partner." Lady Hédéváry giggled.

Francis blushed lightly, "Y-you think so?"

Feliciano nodded, "Si, it's very fun to watch sometimes…"

"I-I'm not sure on what to say…" Francis laughed at lost of words.

"Oh, it is not an insult…" Lady Hédéváry assured, "Actually, it was meant to be seen as a complement more than anything."

"In that case, thank you." The Frenchman thanked with a sincere smile.

There was a moment of silence in the room afterwards. Lady Hédéváry seemed to be contemplating on whether she should speak her mind or not. Finally, she chose to.

"Detective?" She asked.

"Oui?"

"Do you believe in the supernatural?" The Hungarian widow asked.

"I'm not sure…" Francis admitted.

"I have a friend, he is currently in the London Chinatown, maybe he can help you," Lady Hédéváry quickly explained throwing in all she wanted to say at once, "Pardon me," She shook her head redeeming herself, "I have a friend, his name is Yao Wang and regardless his commoner appearances, he's the most powerful man in China. However, he was blessed with a gift, a gift that allowed him to peak into the future of others; perhaps he can help you find clues to solving the case?"

"Using a seer is something that is shunned upon in our domain, it is said that what they foresee can not be trusted." Francis explained bluntly, "But seeing as the case is developing in a slow pace, having a pointer or two from a fortuneteller couldn't hurt."

Lady Hédéváry smiled brightly, "Oh wondrous news!" She cheered happily, "From what I've heard he's saying at the Dīpankara****, if not, you can ask around. He's rather famous there."

Francis nodded and fished through his pockets for a notepad he had never used to write down the information. He had the feeling if he didn't, he would forget.

Just as he finished writing down the information, an unexpected figured appeared.

"Elizaveta, care to explain why this man is here?" Lord Weillschmidt hissed.

Lady Hédéváry smiled, which took Lord Weillschmidt by surprised and caused him to relax slightly. "Gilbert, detective has been awaiting your return, says he has some more questions for you." She informed.

Lord Weillschmidt paused and glared at Francis, "I see…" He waved for Francis to follow, "the come detective let us retreat to somewhere private for the interrogation."

"Hey Feli, let's keep eating." Lady Hédéváry declared more than anything as she demolished more of the food brought to her.

Feliciano giggled and continued to eat as well mumbling a comment about how Lady Hédéváry could eat, without a problem, all of the cooking on her own.

As Francis walked behind Lord Weillschmidt, he noticed that the German was bringing him to the entrance of the mansion.

"I thank you for returning the smile to her lips," Lord Weillschmidt grumbled, "However; I must now ask you to leave."

"Will do," Francis nodded, "After you've answered my questions, of course."

Lord Weillschmidt glared but remained silent as he gestured towards the door.

"You know," Francis sighed deciding to use a different tactic, "Lady Hédéváry told me how much you lied about helping with the case. I haven't told her the contrary…yet…"

Lord Weillschmidt was caught off guard and was forced to think the situation over only to be pushed to do what he hadn't want to do.

"Fine." He hissed, "What do you want to know?"

"What exactly happened on the day of the murder?" Francis asked.

"Roderick died." Lord Weillschmidt answered.

Francis stared at the German albino unimpressed, "If you're going to have that attitude with me, Lord Weillschmidt, I might as well go tell the truth to Lady Hédéváry." The Frenchman warned.

"Tsk. Why does it matter what I have to say?" Lord Weillschmidt complained. "You've already gotten more than enough information from Elizaveta, Luddy and the maid."

"I take it you're not fond of Feliciano?" Francis interrogated.

"Why the hell should I?" Lord Weillschmidt growled, "He's a cross-dressing, gold digging whore that's duped Elizaveta and Luddy. They just don't see it."

"Why would you think that?" Francis pushed feeling somewhat irritated that anyone could hate someone as pure hearted as Feliciano.

Lord Weillschmidt was visibly enwrapped in his rage but suddenly calmed down, "This hasn't anything to do with your investigation." The young albino lord stated.

"Indeed it does not, my apologies." Francis apologized, "However, I will still need you to answer my first question."

"I already did."

"Add details."

Lord Weillschmidt sighed deeply and rolled his eyes. "Roderick and I were in the piano room, he was playing something by Chopin, the usual," The German lord paused to see if he could get off the hook with this bit of information, but soon realized he couldn't and continued, "I left the room for a minute…"

"Why?" Francis inquired.

Lord Weillschmidt gave him an annoyed glare, "I had a wedding gift for him." He answered.

"Really? Mister Ludwig informed me that he went shopping for one for the both of you." Francis stated thinking he caught the Lord in a lie.

"He did, however I had my own. One that was more personal." Lord Weillschmidt specified, "I assume it was stolen from me, I couldn't find it when I was looking through my bags."

"What was your…gift?" Francis asked.

"My gift," Lord Weillschmidt responded with the same emphasis on the word gift, "was a picture of the three of us as children and a pocket watch that was given a generation after the other in my family."

Francis made a mental note that he would have to ask Ludwig about the pocket watch later, "All right, and what happened after that?"

"I heard the commotion and just as I was about to run out the door to help, I noticed it was closed." Lord Weillschmidt continued, "I never closed the door. When I tried to open it, I realized it was locked from the outside by what I later discovered was a chair. By the time I broke out and ran to Roderick, Elizaveta and the maid were already there and my best friend was dead."

Again, there was that rude reference to Feliciano. Francis took a deep breath and just as he was about to ask another question, the doors to the house were thrown open and in walked the tallest man Francis had even seen.

The man's eyes were composed of flawless amethysts but also depicted a cold, merciless winter of empty smiles and broken dreams. The stranger's skin consisted of the mentioned winter's snow but also of its ice as a shield of his person. A dark grey, almost black, fur hat sat upon his head covering a majority of the paled blond – nearing white – hair which matched with the thick, ancient seeming, coat.

The stranger leaned on his old fashion, wooden, cane which contained the double-headed eagle found on the Russian emblem. He smiled a chilly smile sending shivers down the surprised men's spine before speaking with a heavy Russian accent.

"You'll have to excuse my sudden intrusion, Chibipu*****, but it was not known to me that you had a guest, da." He announced stepping in and making way for two women to enter the room along his side.

Both of them were dressed the same way as the stranger, their hair resembled his however they had distinguishing characteristics. The eldest of the two had large breasts, very large, that could barely be contained in the thick cloak. Her eyes were not of amethysts but of pale topazes, however they still portrayed that heartless winter. Unlike the two others, she wore a smile on her face that did not fade conversely it remained lifeless and fake, as if she was just smiling to smile.

The youngest had long hair and partially visible colorless ribbon hidden under the fur hat. She had a stone expression that was reflected in her mauve eyes, yet again reflecting that violent winter, and confirmed with her frown. What was most intriguing about her character was this aura of violence and pain surrounding her, as if this winter found in each and every one of them was being manifested through her. However, this assumption was made without seeing the first stranger's true colours.

"What in blazes are you doing here?" Lord Weillschmidt hissed; a detectible tint of familiarity evident in his voice.

"I decided to come over and express my sympathies to the lovely Lady Hédéváry," The large man answered politely. "Perhaps it is a little late, seeing as the passing of my dearest friend was a month or so ago, da."

Lord Weillschmidt glared and just as he was about to speak, the intruder quickly added:

"Da, I have also come to remind her of the large debt her fiancé has towards the Braginski Cooperation of which are getting impatient of receiving."

Francis repeated the company name that was mentioned in his head over and over until he remembered. The man standing in front of him was Ivan Braginski, the most powerful man in the great country of Russia and the two women with him were his sisters, Katyusha Braginski, the elder of the three, and Natalya Braginski, the youngest of the three.

It was rumored that the Braginski family also lived an underground life and was in total control of the criminal activity occurring a little everywhere in the world. Naturally, rumors will be rumors, but in the case of the Braginski family, the impression and attitude they gave off not to mention their lack of stealthiest in their criminal activity proved the gossip to be true.

Ivan Braginski leaned slightly towards Lord Weillschmidt as if he were to whisper something to him but spoke loudly enough, purposely, for all to hear. "I've noticed the presence of a detective, the renowned French detective Francis Bonnefoy," He glanced at Francis for a brief moment and concentrated his icy stare on Lord Weillschmidt, "If you've decided to abandon our agreement, I am afraid that I will not be able to hold my end of the bargain as well. Beautiful photographs of your most prized secrets will flutter all over Germany, Russia, England and North America. I am making myself clear aren't I, Chibipu, da?"

Francis didn't fail to notice Lord Weillschmidt's slight trembling of fear. "U-uh…" Francis finally spoke, "What's this I hear about Lord Edelstein's debt?"

Ivan shifted his gaze to Francis.

"Vanya…I sense something odd in this one." Katyusha spoke.

Slowly and awkwardly, faced the eldest of the Braginski. Her livid eyes scanned Francis and slowly she reached out and touched his cheek.

"U-uh…" Francis sounded unable to speak.

Katyusha cupped his cheek when tears started to pour out of her eyes.

"A lost soul wanders our way, Vanya." Natalya spoke for her sister, "His memory has been afflicted…"

Natalya gently pulled Katyusha away and caressed her as their brother resumed business.

"It seems that Katyusha took a significant interest in you detective." Ivan smirked standing straight. "As for the debt you questioned, for business reasons, our Austrian friend borrowed money which he had yet to repay. Now he is deceased and the money lend from the generous Braginski family is not returned. Someone has to answer and since Lady Hédéváry is to inherit her fiancé's everything, she has been selected."

"Does it have to be now…?" Francis asked. "Lady Hédéváry is still suffering from the loss of Lord Edelstein."

"Da, the Braginski are very punctual, waiting is not and has never been an option." Ivan informed, "I will retrieve the money on its due date one way or another."

"Right well," Lord Weillschmidt took a step forward and rudely gestured the door, "You'll get your money when the time comes – in three more weeks – until then I must ask you to leave for I have a guest."

"Perhaps I misheard you, did you not say that the detective was leaving?" Ivan inquired with an amused grin.

"You have misheard me," Lord Weillschmidt repeated in a snobby tone and grabbed Francis's arm, "my close friend, Francis, is accompanying me to dinner."

"So be it, we shall return another day." Ivan announced and left followed by his sisters who's gazes were locked upon Francis's.

"To forget one's purpose is the commonest form of stupidity." Natalya whispered to the detective before the door closed.

There was a moment of silence between the two men facing the door before Francis sighed deeply and passed a hand through his hair.

"What the hell was all that about?"

END OF ACT I

* Surprise in Italian (correct me if I'm wrong)

** Thank you in Hungarian.

*** Sorry in Italian.

**** Dīpankara isn't actually the name of some hotel in the London China town, actually Dīpankara, from the Buddhist 'religion', is the Buddha of the Past and is also the smaller of the three Buddha being Shakyamuni (present) and Maitreya (future). It's a bit ironic having someone who reveals the future in a hotel named after the Buddha of the past. xP

***** So if this is known to you…well good for you, what do you want me to say? xD Anyways, for those who don't know, Chibipu is the nickname given to Chibi Prussia. I was looking for a nickname for Gilbert and found that. Originally, I was going to go with Gilly but I didn't like the sound of that.

So the new characters (I know you guys aren't dumb or anything but I feel the need to do it anyways) are: 1- Ivan Braginski most powerful man in Russia (this also implies he's even more powerful than the president, prime minister or whatever) 2- Katyusha Braginski 3- Natalya Braginski and 4- Matthew's buddy that I can't remember his name but is actually Netherlands or Holland, whichever you preffer.

So, long ass chapter, a bitch to work on with my exams comming up (yes, I took time off my exams to finish this chapter)

It's not that writting this was long I was just taking my time...and getting distracted by everything and nothing...a butterfly...

WHAT A WONDERFUL ATTEMPT AT A JOKE!

So, I'm using so again too much, I don't know how long it's going to take me to write the next chapter but I'm going to concentrate on WWIII since it's finishing.

All in all, SEE YOU ALL NEXT CHAPTER!