"Well, that was somewhat useless and unhelpful," Toni stated after they had driven for a bit. They had run off at first, from Arthur's house, then had to go back, because they forgot not only the car keys, but the car itself.

"What do you mean somewhat?! It was completely unhelpful! In fact, it was the opposite of unhelpful!" Lovi was fuming. Toni wondered if he'd actually been forgiven, or if Lovi had been saying that to be polite.

"Well, we found out. . . Um. . . We found out. . . Oh, yeah! We found out that the person who did this was Arthur's friend!" Toni grinned, proud that he had been able to figure that part out.

"Because it's going to be so easy to find out who Arthur likes and doesn't like!"

"That was sarcasm, wasn't it?"

"No shit, Sherlock," Lovi deadpanned.

"Okay, well, we could. . . We could ask Francis!" Toni suggested.

"The guy that Arthur's cheating on? Who knows how much of that relationship is based on lies?"

Toni tried, but he had nothing else. "Let's just try it! It's not like. . . At least we'll be prepared this time if someone tries to kidnap us!" he said.

"But we'll still be kidnapped! Or who knows what else?!"

"Okay, then, where do you suggest we go?" Toni asked with a grin.

For a minute, Lovi was silent. "Let's go to see Francis." He stared out the window pouting for the rest of the car ride.

Which turned out to be a very long one, considering he lived in the countryside part of town. He owned a little cottage that overlooked rolling hills covered in farm land.

Francis popped out of the door.

"Come in, mes amis," he cried. He was wearing . . . a dress?!

"What the fuck are you wearing?" Lovi asked when they reached the door. Toni smacked his head.

"I understand. You're just stunned by the pure beauty of me in this tunic. I'm sorry to reveal my natural beauty to you this soon in our relationship, mon ami!" Francis started to dab his eyes with a handkerchief. Lovino couldn't even tell if he was being serious or not!

Before the situation got any worse, Toni butted in, saying, "We need to know some stuff about Arthur."

"Oh, Arthur. What about him?" Francis asked, leading them into the house.

"Who are does he like to hang around a lot? I mean, his friends."

"Ah, you know, he really likes that Alfred guy," Francis sighed. "That guy has a big head, you know."

"Yeah, we know," Lovi said. Toni gave him a look that said "shut up."

"What else? He goes drinking with his brothers every Saturday, but he gets completely drunk after a few minutes. So someone ends up driving him home. He starts talking about . . . weird stuff. Like magic."

That was all it took for both Toni and Lovi to start off running back to the car. The sun was fading, and it was a Saturday. They had to get to the bar, and fast.

Author's Note: *singing/dancing* This is my corner! This is my corner! I have ten-dollar cowboy boots! Yes, ten dollars! Ten dollars! But all my money is gone because I spent it on books! Yay for boooooooks!

Ahem, uh, sorry about that. I was just, um, wasting space. Yeah. And procrastinating. because I'm reading FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST! So far, so good. . .

It occurred to me that France was too serious in his first appearance. Sorry about that. And I can't wait for the next chapter! It's gonna be funny. . . I hope.

-TN