Pairing: Reader x ?

Warning(s): Blood…and cussing.

Extra Info: We're seeing what's in there. More plot hints and once again a filler.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for myself

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What will you do?

[Go back] [See what's happening]

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There was no sense in turning back now. You slowly came closer to the doorknob, your hand trembling as it was about to touch the object. Your hand soon grasped the cold object turning it slowly but quietly, unlocking the wooden door. The door clicked, signaling a person was coming in the room. The voice came to a halt as it signaled your presence in the large room.

There was complete silence, only the faint wind outside hitting the window panes. You cautiously stepped in, moving your candle around the room. You suddenly stopped; you could have sworn you saw something move on the walls.

Faint giggles and laughter were heard, echoing against the stone walls. You thought you were hallucinating but after moving the light on the walls you saw shadows move, shadows appearing and disappearing. Your heart almost cut short, air caught in your throat. This made your eyes grow larger; there were more people in this room, including the shadows. They all ran away when light hit upon them. You stepped down the narrow pathway of the dining hall, being silent as ever.

It almost seemed like the demonic voice was gone, as if you being the one to cure it all.

You didn't know why you were doing this now. The shadows were already giving an effect on you and the voice was suddenly gone. Either way you continued your slow, quiet pace through the room, eventually stepping on a utensil. You hoped back in surprise and brought your candle near the utensil.

…A frying pan?

Or something that looked similar to a frying pan. You squinted your eyes, baffled on why a cooking appliance was lying on the floor. You picked it up, examining the object. A black colored cooking appliance and it was in the dining room. It should be in the kitchen.

You shrugged your shoulders, keeping the appliance in your hands, shifting around the room. The shadows were still giggling and smiling menacingly and you wondered if this was even normal in this place. This room made a cold feeling run down your spine. You backed away, carefully trying not to trip because of a chair not pushed in. In the midst of your escape from the room you bump into a figure. In shock you lose your grip on the only light source you have, the fire immediately gone. Pitch black surrounded the room and the mocking laughs of the shadows seemed louder, echoing throughout the dining room.

Warm breath could be felt on the top of your head. The hope that you bumped into a wall was gone, it was a living being. Something inside you screamed for you to not look behind you, but your head slowly turned to see the being behind you. Bright crimson hues stared at you threateningly. You could see nothing else besides those eyes. Your heart pounded firmly inside your chest, beating against your ribcage, your legs were going numb and words were caught in your throat.

The man laughed quietly yet sinisterly. You managed to take baby steps backwards but the man still trudged closer to you. This continued until you reached the wall on the other side of the room. You shook your head rapidly at your situation, quietly whispering random nonsense.

"Well, well…I finally have you." The voice said. That voice, it was the same one you heard earlier. Your hands moved around on the wall, lowering your standards that you might magically walk through the barrier. The shadows had a purpose, cold air wrapped around your ankles, forbidding you to escape.

You rapidly shifted your eyes around the murky room, not able to see a thing, only crimson orbs coming closer and closer. You had to do something.

"…You're so weak; I'm surprised no one has even bitten you yet." Your eye twitched, and you trembled violently. Before your hands could go numb, you remembered the object you were gripping. A frying pan…

The last time you heard this voice was at the clinic and then you heard a loud thud. Your (e/c) eyes shifted to the appliance. Your grip on the frying pan was tighter than ever. The voice said other things but you didn't listen, planning out your escape. Both of your hands moved to the utensil, holding it like a baseball bat. You were thanking for the darkness in this room now.

Hot breath could be felt on your face slowly moving to your neck. It was now or you were dead. Biting your bottom lip you swung the frying pan against the man's head as hard as you could, resulting in a loud 'thump' and the man crashing to the floor. Seconds later a white ghost escaped the body and rose slowly up to you. Your eyes widened as the ghost's red eyes glared at you and disappeared into thin air, his last look told you as if he was going to come back. A faint laugh echoed after he left, a cold feeling running down your body.

The shadows' grip on your ankles was released and no more maniacal laughter could be heard. Your stomach heaved and your eyes as large as saucers. You dropped the appliance to the ground, releasing a crashing blare.

Your hand smacked over your heart, feeling the muscle pump hard and loudly, your ears ringing. You placed a hand on the wall, dragging it as you walked to find the door. You didn't know the time and yet you wanted to get out of this room, stat. Your hand grazed over a knob, and you gleefully turned it and fast-walked to your room.

You shut the door behind you after you walked up the creaky stairs and sat yourself on the bed, shaking. Sleep never came that evening to you, after the incident. You didn't want to fall into 'dreamland' now. The fear of the ghost, shadows, and the nightmares overtook you. You hadn't had any nightmares in awhile but the dread still remained inside you.

Hours passed and the sun slowly rose, bringing light to your room. You almost jumped up in shock when your door opened. A squeak escaped your lips, only to find the person who opened the door was a maid.

"Oh! I'm sorry did I surprise you?" She asked, her hand slowly rising to cover her mouth. You stared at the maid for a few seconds but shook your head.

"Oh well…Good morning, breakfast will be served in a little bit." She quickly said and closed the door. You blinked awkwardly. Well at least you got a wake up call that you didn't need actually.

You eventually rose from your position and trudged down the creaking stairs. You ran into Mei on the way who still looked tired as ever, her russet eyes party open and her wings dim in color. She glided to the dining room only to be welcomed to an unsuspecting sight.

"…What happened here?" You caught up to her to find a few maids surrounding someone. One maid holding a handkerchief already coated in red blotches.

"We don't know but he was just lying on the floor out cold!" one maid said, examining the man's head. You rubbed your eyes, seeing if your eyes were tricking you.

You saw Ivan being comforted by the maids, a thin stream of blood trickling down his head.

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The scene haunted your mind throughout the meal. It was him; he was being controlled by the ghost. You lightly picked at your food, taking in small bites. Yes, you knew not eating most of your food was not polite but the scene made you lose your appetite. You trembled in your chair every so often, earning peculiar stares at you.

The maids found the candle and the appliance, examining the objects. You bit your lips hard, trying to not look guilty. You reassured yourself that it was self-defense and you were going to be eaten alive.

The East Morphian ruler had the same expression on his facial features; he also gained strange stares as well. You moved your pupils to the man every so often, quickly looking back at your food when Amber eyes stared at you. He was the first to get up from his seat and excuse himself from the table, quietly leaving the room.

"Odd…" You heard someone mutter after he left. A quiet chatter broke inside the room, you unable to catch a word. You moved your head side to side seeing numerous people talk to each other. You sat on your seat gawkily, hesitant on what to do. A spoon lightly hitting glass quieted the chatter, all eyes moved to a maid holding a wine glass and a silver spoon.

"Please, quiet down. We all know that Master Ivan is-"

"Why was he in here anyway?"

"A frying pan; and a candle…odd." The quiet air once again transformed into a small conversation. You shifted your eyes apprehensively. The maid let out an irritated sigh; however another maid helped her out by whistling loudly. Some people clasped their ears shut, and others darted their eyes to the maid.

"Please, everyone, we would all like you to leave the room quietly. We will explain everything later." Silence. The only noise breaking the calm air was chairs being pulled out and the door opening and closing. You joined the crowd, heading up to your assigned room.

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To calm down you thought you would pay a visit to Antonio and Lovino. You've heard small updates from the fairy; the younger lycan was now used to the temperature and was ready to be released while Antonio still had to stay in due to his injuries.

With the same fur coat and boots, you headed out into the slightly empty streets of East Morphia. No snow was falling but the sky was blanketed in grey clouds, threatening to bring snow. Your hands were in your pockets; and your fur hood over your head. Snow crunched softly under your feet as you traveled.

You reached the small rustic clinic, the same dimly lit one you stayed in a few days ago. The nurses recognized you and led you to where Lovino and Antonio were. The two shared a room due to the size of the clinic and how many injured patients they had due to the ghost problem here.

You heard a conversation was currently happening and you knew it would be rude to barge in, but you couldn't help but eavesdrop for a bit.

"¡Dios mío! How did this happen?" A certain Spaniard exclaimed.

"I guess mein bruder didn't receive your letter in time." You blinked, suddenly engrossed in this conversation.

"No, it's not that, they did receive my letter. Lamia and Versipellis are enemies you know."

"Well fuck, what does this mean for us?" There was a silence for a few moments, two voices were recognizable to you but one was unfamiliar.

"…We either stay here or go to war." Your eyes widened at the word. A 'tsk' was heard.

"Nein. With your health it's impossible. Especially after what they did to you."

"…Wait does that mean Feli is out there too?" You could feel a tense silence and the Italian's amber eyes grow large.

"…Shit! We have to go back, he can be injured!"

"Lovi! He's fine; he's probably waving a white flag as we know it right now." You didn't know when to enter; maybe you did come at a bad time. You turned away when you almost ran into a nurse. She generously came into the large room and mentioned your arrival, the three immediately settled down.

'Well that was easy.' You thought. You entered the somewhat small room only to see three men. One in a wheelchair, one in a bed, and one leaning against the wall lazily.

"¡Hola _!" Antonio greeted; the same sunny smile he always gave. Lovino did a small wave, a morose expression plastered on his sun-kissed skin. You greeted them as well and then looked at the other one expectantly.

The last one chuckled, his crimson eyes filled with mischief and his white hair revealed from his jacket hood. You raised an eyebrow, wondering what was so humorous. They just had a talk about warfare that you had no single clue about. Lovino rolled his eyes at the albino's actions; Antonio still had the same ditzy grin on him.

"Wow, I see you have a human to bask in my awesomeness~"

"Oh shut the fuck up you potato bastard!" Your face was starting to feel warm from their actions and sudden amount of attention. No, you should be getting used to this much attention. The albino had a pair of small black horns on the top of his head, and at the moment he was chuckling the same strange laugh he had.

You smiled awkwardly, "Haha…hello."

"No need to be shy around the awesome me! I don't bite~" The albino suddenly came closer and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, smiling at you. You wanted to correct him that you were certainly not timid, you were social but in this world it jus seemed like they were getting closer to you so they could eat you alive, literally. Before you could say anything else he added to his sentence, "I'm Gilbert or a.k.a the awesome one! But you can just call me Gil for short!" Gilbert said excitedly.

"Well it's very nice to meet you Gil, now if you could please give me personal space that will be great." You stated, taking the German's arm off you. You heard a small chuckle out of the albino again but your attention turned to the Italian who was bitterly glaring at the albino. Antonio watched with a warm smile. 'Sheesh is that man always happy?' You wondered

"So, _, ¿Qué pasa?" The Spaniard asked, moving an empty tray off of him.

"I was going to pick Lovino up and also pay a visit. I have nothing else to do anyway." You said taking a seat on an empty chair. The brunette nodded.

"I have to stay here for awhile longer, but it was certainly nice of you to come."

"Tch, it's so fucking cold here. How do you even live through this?" Lovino complained, rubbing his arms. You pointed to your fur clothing, as if it were the most obvious thing on the planet.

You felt out of the circle, you knew they were hiding something from you. You wanted to ask them but then they would get suspicious. Some feeling in your stomach told you they would somehow bring it up in awhile or you would get caught in the talk sometime later, right now it didn't seem like the right time.

"Well it was nice to know that you're well. For now, see you later." You said grabbing the handles of Lovino's wheelchair and pulling him out of the room.

"Cheh, ciao bastards."

Gilbert and Antonio waited for the two of you to get out of earshot, continuing from their last point in the discussion.

"…Gilbert…what am I going to do?"

"You're going to stay here, that's vhat. Versipellis und Lamia war grounds right now. Mein bruder is smart und strong so don't worry."

"But I have to worry! It's my own pack and there are other packs fighting as well! …I can't believe Ludwig started this just why-"

"Antonio, Halt die Klappe. You are going to stay here und heal, got it?" Antonio raised his bright olive hues to the Prussian, sullen.

"I guess you're right…"

"You're my friend, Antonio. This is a pretty un-awesome war but just rest. I'll see you tomorrow, alright?" Antonio nodded and the Prussian disappeared with a 'poof'. The Spaniard bit his bottom lip, now wanting to get out of the clinic and rush back home.

With the paper still in the hold of his hands he decided to take one last look, to see if understood it correctly. Unfolding it, he read through the fine print.

Dear Antonio,

It's wonderful that you're well and managed to get somewhere out of harm's way, also in the nick of time as well. Days here are somewhat normal but of course we now have five members present. Well maybe not normal as always.

Lately, we've been receiving threats from Lamia. Not just about you…but other things. I decided to talk over this with some of our allied packs, to make a long story short we gone out to war. I highly suggest you stay where you are; we are perfectly fine without anymore help.

However I'm worried about the Morphias, it may be a war torn field soon as well…

That all depends, they may help us or not but like I said we don't need any more help. We heard strange things from there like the damn ghosts taking over bodies or somewhere along those lines. Stay safe alright? I don't want to see you unless you're fully healed.

Yet I'm writing this in our current hiding spot…and we don't know how much time we have till they invade us. I have a sickening feeling they're going to attack the Morphias. I hope not since they already have things so awful.

I'm sorry about talking about or area affairs, but I do wish you well. Get well soon.

Sincerely,

Ludwig

He could not keep his gaze off the paper. His friends, his family was out in war. He gripped tightly on the thin edges of the paper. Another war and it would most likely involve everyone. He crumpled up the paper in a small ball and managed it to through directly in the bin.

War…a simple three letter word that haunted everyone's' mind. He stared at the dimly lit ceiling and the old battered lantern hung aloft dangling slowly.

His friends told him it was going to be alright, but in the back of his mind a small voice whispered 'No it isn't'.

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Lovino was silent the minute you got back to your temporary home. In fact he was dead quiet the whole way back. Not a single curse word, grumble, the slightest hint of irritation. His once bright amber eyes were dull in color; his face almost looked frozen like a painting, completely frozen as ice. You stole a couple of glances at him when the maids were leading him to a room.

You had the slightest idea what was upsetting him. He cared for his brother and it surprised you how he even cared to bother coming with you to rescue Antonio. Now it felt like as if the werewolf was regretting his decision and wanted to go back home. He couldn't though; he was to stay in East Morphia until things have calmed down. This went for you as well. The only problem with staying here was the ghost problem. The cold didn't bother as much anymore but the ghost problem was horrific.

It could happen to anyone, even you. Two worries that orbited your mind. One about Lovino and two about the supernatural ghost problem.

Speaking of the situation, was Ivan alright? The thought made your head turn involuntarily behind you. Only an empty hallway was behind you. You paced down it anyway to see if you could find out. There was nothing else to do anyway.

A maid walked passed you and you quickly said, "Do you know where Ivan is?"

The maid stopped in her tracks and turned her head slightly. "He's resting right now; he'll be out for dinner." She then left, her heels clicking loudly on the floor. You could have got an answer on where he is and her solution bothered you. It wasn't like you had an air horn and you were going to use it in front of the ruler's ears. That didn't sound pleasant. You sighed heavily, you were bored. Bored…you haven't been like this in days. So much running and so much to do…and now there was nothing.

It felt kind of nice to be bored for a little bit then it just got…boring. You needed some entertainment. A sound escaped your lips and walked down the empty hallways of the palace. Various paintings were hung up on the elegantly painted walls and a long narrow carpet sprawled out through the hallway.

You soon came into contact with two large doors. A sign hung on the doorknobs saying 'Library'. You fluttered your eyes, you were not always a fan of books but there was nothing else to do. You opened the doors, revealing an enormous room with many bookshelves that held what probably seemed like a million books of numerous colors. Your eyes were wide open, slowly moving your head side to side, exploring the vast room.

The door closed behind you as you stepped closer. A large mahogany desk sat in front of you, holding opened books sprawled out lazily on the counter-top. Intriguingly, you stepped closer to one of the opened books. Ironically, the book was opened on the first page showing a map of the world. You quickly checked the cover, titled "History of Morphia."

Yet there was a map. You shrugged and scanned the map. It was dated long ago. The five areas that stood out to you the most were Morphia, Versipellis, Lamia, and Faierie. The rest were rather small lands and islands. The thing that confused you was that Morphia was 'one' and it was huge, taking most of the lands. Versipellis and Lamia were quite small and Faierie was itself. Baffled, you flipped to the next page a new map. Still dated long ago Morphia was a bit smaller. Lamia and Versipellis a bit larger and the Morphian claimed land was its own area, no longer under control.

Your mind flooded with questions still you kept turning the pages, Morphia gradually getting smaller and Lamia and Versipellis getting larger. Some Morphian claimed land became Lamian claimed land and eventually Morphia split into two, like it is today.

"What…" You whispered to yourself. The rest of the pages were about the history and in formal wording. You relied on the maps to help you with the history. It was confusing to you and you almost swore that your head was going to explode into tiny pieces.

You flipped through the rest of the pages until a piece of white paper was somewhere in the middle. You opened the frail piece of stationary and tried your hardest to read its fine print. The writing was so neat and in cursive you could barely understand it. But besides the writing it almost seemed like a map.

Not the map of the world but the palace. It had all the rooms labeled. The other side had writing as well, directions?

You placed it inside your coat pocket and flipped through the pages. The book was large and thick, also heavy. This much history? You closed the book releasing dust particles and a loud 'slam!' echoing through the library.

You exited the large room and immediately went back up to your room, closing the door behind you. You flung off your coat and boots, then taking out the small paper out of the coat pocket. You found a spare candle and a lighter and lit it since the room was dark. You opened the folded paper and put it near the candle to see its writing and drawings.

The map was leading to a sort of 'treasure'. …Treasure hunt? Was the first thing that passed through your mind. It sounded tacky but it did sound entertaining. As almost as if it were like magic a faint code could be seen.

5-19-24

Your eyes squinted at the faint code. A combination code? You wondered. A map and a code and you couldn't read the writing.

There was something weird about this map. Just then a bell chime rang through the rooms of the palace. Your stomach growled at you, begging for food. "Oh shut up…" you muttered. You folded up the map and placed it in your pant pocket. You blew the flame out and exited your room to eat dinner.

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Like the maid said earlier, the West Morphian ruler was in his chair eating. A bandage was wrapped around his head and he seemed like his usual self. You could see some of the guests steal glances at the ruler and then went right back to eating their meal when the ruler gazed back. Yao picked at his food, biting his lip.

This place is so weird ever since I even got here… You thought. The voice, Mei ignoring the officer's orders, you getting in trouble with the soldiers, the voice once again, Yao acting strange, the war between Lamia and Versipellis, and the map with the code. It seemed as if no one wanted to tell you anything.

How are these things connected? Or are they even connected somehow? Dinner ended sooner than you thought, and you left with the usual crowd. Mei fluttered by landing on the top of your head. "You looked…odd all day today."

So many things happened today you wanted to ask the questions straight out but somewhere inside you told you not to. The only words escaping your mouth were, "Just…what is this place?"

"…East Morphia?"

"I know that! It's just…everything is terribly confusing!" You wailed, earning a couple of strange stares. You could feel Mei shift her position on your head, possibly sitting up.

"What's confusing about this place? I find it perfectly understandable." You wanted to sign in frustration, but only managed to make a groan in the back of your throat.

"No just what is happening right now? Everything!" Mei pursed her lips and fluttered off you head, floating in front of you. Her chocolate eyes half lidded. All of a sudden she was sullen.

"Everything will be answered soon, just for now…get some rest." You wanted to scream at her, everything was terribly confusing! Before you could say anything else she flew off without another word, leaving you in an irritated mood.

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Hours past and you couldn't sleep a wink. Once again everyone was asleep and you found yourself walking through the hallways with a candle in your hand. You knew about the shadows from last time and the 'voice' once again.

As you stepped around lazily a door was open, revealing a balcony. You almost didn't notice a familiar werewolf staring at the moon. You quietly blew out your candle and walked closer to him. His ears moved slightly, hearing your footsteps.

"Shouldn't you be asleep?" He asked you, not looking at you. You almost jumped in surprise.

"…I couldn't."

"Why not?" What was the point of that question? You couldn't, you couldn't sleep. Simple as that right? But everything about this place, even this world confused you still.

"Everything." Lovino turned fully to you, facing you. A baffled expression on his facial features.

"What?"

"Everything about this place! God, I just…it's like my head is going to explode!" You wailed. The Italian immediately 'shushed' you to be quiet; you nodded giving a quiet apology. He sighed nosily and shifted his amber eyes to you.

"Things are confusing to me as well. Crap, this whole place is fucking weird." Lovino said in a quiet tone, rolling his eyes. You crossed you arms, staring at the floor. A small feeling could be felt in your pant pocket. The map…

You took it out and unfolded it. Lovino squinted his eyes and walked closer. "What the fuck is that?"

"It's some sort of map or something…like based on this palace." Lovino then took the map in his own hands, examining the layout of it. You waited impatiently for an answer from him.

"So it's some sort of treasure map?"

"I-I don't know! It could be." You hesitated. He blinked, staring at the map. He moved his eyes into one particular area, the date.

"That was centuries ago."

"Huh?"

"This map, it was dated on a particular war here. Blood-sucking bastards kept invading Morphia and they were after something." You eyes grew large, suddenly wanting to know more.

"What were they after?"

"…To tell the truth…I don't fucking know. I was just a ragazzino, or little kid at the time. I didn't know much." You blinked, already feeling your mind about to burst.

He continued, "I want to see for myself though, just something is in there…"

"Huh…" Was all you could say. Just what is in there? What were the vampires after? You knew Lovino was interested but for yourself…you were torn. You could possibly get more answers from the map. Answers…they sounded wonderful. Your mind might be fully clear and understandable. Yet, the voice and the shadows those horrified you now.

Ivan getting hurt by you accidently and Yao acting strange. The war currently going on that you overheard about, answers…solutions…anything would be wonderful! Yet the what if it was a trap? You once fell for a trap but you managed to escape, technically. This place really was bizarre, especially this area.

In the pit of your stomach you felt a strange feeling. It did not feel good. You could hear faint noises off from a distance.

"Did you hear that/" You whispered. Lovino looked at you as if you were crazy.

"Hear what?"

"Like noises…I can't really explain it." Lovino went silent to see what you said was true.

"No, you're probably hallucinating or the demons are messing with you again" Crap you thought. At a time like this? Well there was no way you were going to sleep now. You only thought they could give nightmares to you but now they can change your view on things and hearing. This place just screamed 'haunted'.

Right now you were torn on two choices. Follow the map or forget about it. You were anxious on finding what was in there but then again the other half of you said not to.

What will you do?

[Try to find the destination] [Forget about it]

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Clues:

Try to find the destination:

The answers…no one is telling you them but you need them don't you? Could the map reveal something?

Forget about it:

Something is telling me that it's maybe not the best choice; even though the map was dated years ago…something could be lurking there.

Translations:

Dios mío- My god! (Spanish)

Mein bruder- My brother (German)

Hola- Hello (Spanish)

Qué pasa- What's up? (Spanish)

Ciao- Hello/Bye (Italian)

Halt die Klappe- Shut up (German)

Ragazzino- Little kid (Italian)

Characters Shown up:

Gilbert (Prussia)

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A/N:

…I am sorry if this chapter is confusing and once again the poor choices everything will be explained later. Prussia will be back in the next chapter.

I'm eating pancakes as I write this A/N. Let me tell you, IT IS WONDERFUL. I haven't had pancakes in MONTHS. Today my mother and my grandmother were going to IHOP when I was at my French lesson so I was sad that I didn't get to go but my mom generously brought me pancakes afterwards. I'm in heaven right now. I JUST LOVE PANCAKES. OMNOMNOM.

School is being mean. 'Nuff said.

Did I get Prussia IC? Because I was paranoid about that when I was writing this. Poor Russia ;A; That ghost is going to killed by him…oh wait the ghost is already dead…still he better watch out for Russia's pipe. xD At least he's okay.

MORE PLOT HINTS. HOORAY. Things may seem confusing to you but things will get explained over time. I didn't want to throw at you all at once…plus that would make this chapter longer and I got sort of lazy xD.

Aaaand once again poor choices, I was more focused on the growing plot xD Oh well. I started this chapter a couple of days ago and school threw so many projects at me so yea. I LIVED THOUGH. So I'm glad this is a kind of long chapter (to moi).

Wait I have to say this. My brother had an English friend over the other day so I eavesdropped on their conversation. It wasn't long till I heard his English friend laugh like France. I SWEAR it was legit "ohonhonhon~'

I am scared…

Anyway see you in the next chapter and I love you all. Thank you for the reviews…seriously even if it's just an answer I love it ;A; you're giving me diabetes!

Bye! :D