Alan's POV

What is that little shit thinking?

First he blares out that he doesn't want to be a part of all this anymore, then he just interrupts the gig with a new song? And not just any song, I know it's not my place to say since we're a part of this, but it's like he's trying to dish out his feelings out to us, like we don't know already, but I can't just have a go at him. I don't' know what to do anymore, but also can't help but think something's going on. I need to find him, talk to him, sort through this mess we've plonked ourselves into, because hearing that song, I think I have an idea now of what he was trying to tell me in a better sense, and I need to confirm it to him. So here I am running off in the direction of the little idiot while still trying to keep in tempo instead of sticking to the plan. Wait, is he playing another song?

I turn a corner and there he is, he doesn't notice me because he's so engrossed, but he's not even moving, does he want to get caught? Is that part of his plan? Well, I'm not letting that happen!

"Arthur, start running!"

He glanced back at me with a small smile and began the next song, like he's deliberately trying to taunt me and turned back, concentrating on his chords. He basically just ignored my orders.

I swear, once we're out of this and away from public view, He Is Dead.

Francis's POV

"Tonight is the one thing left,

And I haven't said it yet,

I'm falling,

And the writing's on the walls."

Huh? I didn't hear him practice this song. Throughout the entire day he's only practiced the previous one, saying it's the only one he needed, so what is he doing?

…Wait, his way of playing is slightly different now, he sounds more conceited, reserved…nervous? His voice is also the smoothest I've ever heard it, like he's making a massive effort not to belt out the lyrics unless he needs to. Just why is he doing this?

"Today was misery,

And I just can't believe this happened,

And I finally broke down."

I don't understand, what is he trying to do?

"They held onto my heart,

But now my only star is falling,

And it's burning to the ground."

…Is he singing to someone in particular?

"Now I'm crying out,"

…N-no, surely not…Right?

"Secret love,

My escape,

Take me far, far away!

Secret love,

Are you there?

Will you answer my prayer?!"

No, I'm certain. He's singing out to me! I'm sure of it!

"Please take me anywhere but here!"

"I'm coming Arthur!" I shouted to no one as I rounded a corner and headed back.

Francis's POV

A few more corners and there he was, up on the roof of some building standing perfectly still. So was Alan, just as he planned, but he doesn't seem surprised at all, just impatient as he waited for the song to finished, and just as the last chord was played he pounced, grabbing his younger sibling by the collar and dragging him down out of my view.

"Arthur? Arthur!"

"I'm here frog, calm down." Phew.

"Don't be tryin' to ignore me ya dingbat!" Not phew.

I could hear muffled shouts and movement in the background, and sure enough a few grunts and hefts as it sounded as though they had vacated the roof. Which I became more assured of as they rounded the street corner right towards the car, Alan looking pissed and cussing like a sailor, and Arthur screaming in a headlock, the very definition of a brotherly reunion.

"If you would piss off with headlock and let me explain-"

"No need." Alan said ultimately as he threw him out of the lock and in front of him.

"I heard loud and clear what you were trying to explain."

I could see Arthur's posture change, and we could both tell Alan was being sincere, etching in his face something we now feel we trust.

"Well, now that that's settled, can we go home?" A voice ploughed from the other side of the street as the three other brothers emerged from the dark and into the small gathering of musicians. Arthur turned and smiled; one of the best smiles I've seen him wear, wide and full of an indescribable feeling that feels like it's contagious, that soon faded away all to soon as we heard the distant sound of sirens approaching. It was immediately changed to one of fear and urgency.

"Get in!"

The group, instead of listening, scattered and fled in all directions. Only Arthur jumped into the passenger seat and cried out to get moving.

"Why did they all run off instead of getting into the car?!"

"It's a strategy; we still have our ear pieces so we can decide on a meeting place. Anyway forget about that and focus on driving!"

Pretty soon we found ourselves screaming directions at each other and locked in a battle of where the best place would be to go; Antonio's house was a no go, we don't want to bring Matthieu and Gilbert into this anymore than already and pretty soon if we keep on driving we're going to run out of gas. Loud sirens wailing from behind us we desperately weighed out our options as we turned and speeded down several other roads.

"Arthur, the gas is almost gone!" The desperation in my voice was obviously eminent in my voice at this point; we're being chased by cops, almost out of gas and could go to jail.

"On three, stop the car and run."

"Wait, what?"

"When I say three, stop the car and get out on the right side as fast as you can!"

I didn't have much time to think about it as he held the door open ready for the jump.

"Ready…"

I waited until we finally rounded a final corner blocking our view and-

"Three!"

I slammed the brakes as hard as I could and the car came to an almost dangerous halt. We grabbed each other's hands and fled out into the dark streets and as far as we could carry ourselves while sticking to the darker areas and out of street lights as much as possible.

It wasn't long until we could hear shouting and see flashlights whizzing around just behind us as we ducked down further.

"What now?" I asked in a breathlessly hushed tone as we rounded off onto a house corner. I didn't realise it before but we'd come quite far into the suburbs, and we were running out of places to hide.

"I don't know…"

He said so quietly I almost didn't catch it, and he suddenly turned on me.

"Francis, get out of here, as far as anyone knows, you weren't involved in any of this." He said hurriedly as he rose up with determination glowing behind those green orbs. He just started to get up and move away as I felt a pang in a pit somewhere deep inside me. was he…giving himself up? Non, I won't let him do that! I grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him back down before he could respond or pull away.

"Oh no you don't, Innocent until proven guilty for the both of us." I smiled and pulled him back toward me gently, letting his emotions speak for him on how he felt about the situation, obviously very confused by the puzzled eyes and dusted red face.

"And also...thank you for the song." At that he did smile, a sad but overjoyed smile as he rocketed into me and we locked in embrace, not disturbing the other and just sitting there smiling into each other's clothes and reveling in the moment we share so deeply and remembering the song word for word.

"I will take you away, if you'll let me..."

He stared up and smiled once more as we sat silently staring into each other's faces for longer than either of us could suffice...

"Thank you..."

...only to become human heart attacks when we were called out to by a silhouetted figure standing in the nearby house's doorway.

"Francis, is that you? Come in here quick!" I'd know that voice anywhere, and sure enough we basically scrambled for the door together, bounding through and collapsing onto the floor in one big breathless heap.

"I see you're still as reckless as ever and still manage to make it look classy." Smiled the blonde haired, feminine individual smiling down at us as we collected ourselves, said blonde who was also helping us up to our feet as we somehow found the strength to stand again.

"I…see you're peppy as ever Belle...gah.." Trying to reply breathless is hard work. Don't judge me.

"Look…thank you for your help but I really..need to see if the others are alright…Just give me a moment." Arthur said as he brushed himself off and turned on his earpiece, pressing it in place and activating speakerphone, waiting for a response.

"Is everyone safe?"

"Hey, it's Sean. Alfred and I just managed to get away and back to base."

"Good, what about the other's? Can anyone else hear me?"

"Aye, Alan here. I'm heading back to base with Bryn. And listen here you little shit, look what you-"

"Yeah, yeah, you're safe. Thomas? Tom?"

No response from the device. He then tried cutting off from the others and focusing only on Thomas's line.

"Tom, can you hear me? Are you there?" Arthur's voice was becoming more panicked by the minute as silence still rung from the other end.

"Oh God, please no..." He started pacing, muttering and dialling again and again for any luck of hearing from his youngest sibling. Belle seemed very concerned and tried to ask if he everything was alright. He ignored her and carried on his frantic calling and pacing.

That's when I finally stepped in and pulled him in close.

"Cher...don't blame yourself."

"…Don't blame myself? How can I not blame myself? My little brother could be-"

The earpiece beeped, indicating a call. All but too eager Arthur pushed away and answered.

"Oh thank God Tom you little-"

"Arthur."

It was Alan.

"Thomas's earpiece was on a personal line, there was some shufflin' around on the line then it just cut off. I think he just destroyed it."

"Destroyed it?"

"Arthur…I think he's got caught."

Phew...I..have been..busy. with. shit. Well, maybe not shit, college and work mainly but..I guess that's still not much of a valid excuse...I'm sorry everyone! :(

Anyway, a quick summary of this chapter; I completely forgot about it, but it pretty much sums up some of the stuff they have to put up with. As stupid as it seems this does sometimes happen to people, which is kinda sad...But hey. The song is called 'Anywhere but here' by Mayday parade, and in case you were a little confused at the end, the girl happens to be Belgium^^ I don't really like OC's in fanfictions, unless they had a massively significant role like in the Hetalia unit series ( I really wanna do one of those, but I guess it's a matter of storyline and ideas huh...)

Anyway, thanks for reading my jumbled story idea (as well as rambling if you even read this far) and good night! Hope to write a little quicker next time, but I'm not promising obviously XD