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AN: Okay guys, it's been a long time since I've updated and I realize that a lot of these chapters are really sloppy. I think when spring break comes around, which is in a couple weeks; I'll go back and fix these things. Just thought I should let you guys know.

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Chapter 10

"I'll stay if I'm what you choose."

~Barrett Wilbert Weed, Heathers The Musical

Jensen stood in a crowded line at a train station. She was going to buy a train ticket to Paris if this line would move.

'Then again,' she mused to herself. 'You have to appreciate the European way of queuing up. It's more to say that than saying lining up. Another American quirk I've found in the world.'

She gave a small smile at her ridiculous thought, causing several bystanders to glance over at her and cast odd looks.

"Next," the receptionist said from behind the desk.

She quickly moved herself up to the front desk pulling several papers out of her bag. She didn't want to be that one person who held up the line and took way too much time talking with the receptionist.

"Good afternoon," the receptionist said as he looked up from a small stack of papers on his desk. "How may I help you today?"

"Ja, I would like to purchase a two-way train ticket from here to Paris and back," she said hurriedly, glancing nervously from side to side. She always hated speaking in front…well receptionist, waiters, and a long list of others in authority. "I also need a train that leaves on October first."

The receptionist nodded and began to type away at his computer. A small receipt began to print from a small printer to the left of the receptionist. And, he grabbed something from his desk drawer, a ticket.

He slid the ticket and receipt across the desk to her.

"Here you go," he said to her as he did that.

"Thank you," Jensen said flashing a small smile as she stuffed her papers back into her bag.

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Alfred sat at a small corner booth of the Café Luitpold. He was waiting for Matthew to come. He had been waiting for the past fifteen minutes for the Canadian.

He was beginning the feeling that Matthew wasn't going to show up. The Canadian, overall, seemed very prompt and well-mannered. And, he seemed like the type to text if he wasn't going to be able to show up for an event.

He had tried to call Matthew but had gotten a busy line. He had even tried texting him but had gotten no response. It was like Matthew had forgotten his phone or turned it off.

'Or maybe he's trying to ignore me,' Alfred thought to himself.

He pursed his lips and began drumming his fingers against the table. The coffee he had bought earlier was cold and bland now. And, he didn't feel like buying anything else.

So, all he did was sit and wait. Wait, for the moment that wouldn't come.

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Matthew rushed down the hallway to England's room nearly barreling into a rather angry hotel employee, who began yelling at him in fluent German.

"Entschuldigung!" he yelled back as he continued to run down the hall.

When he reached England's door, he waited a minute before knocking on the door. He leaned against it in an attempt to catch his breath. He breathed heavily and brushed away stray strands of hair away from his face.

He felt the door give way to him causing him to land on the floor.

"Oof!" he exclaimed as he fell to the floor. He looked up from his ground position and stare at England. He looked quiet fluster, a bit pale, and disheveled. "What the hell? Can't you see I was resting against that?"

"Well, I'm sorry to interrupt your little break, but I need your help," the Briton said snappishly. "I just didn't expect you to be here so soon." He seemed sheepish at the last note. He ran his hand through his messy blonde hair and offered a hand to Canada.

Canada took his head and let England pull him up.

"Thank you," he said to the Brit, who merely nodded in reply. "So what did you want me for?"

England's eyes darted to the floor, an immediate indication that something was up. That and England had ignored the opportunity to be a gentleman and reply to the thank you he had given.

"You know that Alfred Jones had been invited to Germany's party, right?" England asked and Matthew nodded. "And you also know that Jensen isn't able to attend?"

Matthew nodded then added, a bit annoyed, "I already know all this stuff. I still don't see how this concerns me or why you need me."

England looked thoughtful for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully, before finally saying, "He trusts you. That's where you come in." He paused for a moment before finally reaching his point. "I need to make sure he doesn't come to the party."

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AN: So, this was crappy and short but I hope you liked it! On the bright side I don't have school tomorrow:)