Hey guys! I'm really proud of this chapter! I'll love you if you read the Author's note at the end of this! But you'll have to, because there's translations there. MWAHAHA!

As usual, the translation's are probably incorrect. Google Translate is a compulsive liar.

Disclaimer: I dis my claims.

By the time Alfred got home, things had gotten a bit…messy.

At some point during the day, Matthew had barged into his apartment (scaring the crap out of Arthur) and was screaming at the top of his lungs in French.

Gilbert followed him in, scratches and bruises covering his pale skin, apologizing in German.

Their scream fest continued (much to Arthur's irritation) until Alfred came home.

"J'espère que vous êtes assassiné par un clown!"

"weiß gar nicht verstehen, was du sagst! Es tut mir leid!"

The door swung open, revealing a smiling American. "Hey! I'm ba- what the hell?"

Arthur got up from the couch, where he had been lying in defeat, and ran up to Alfred. "THANK GOD! Make it stop! For the love of god, MAKE IT STOP!"

Alfred looked from Arthur, to the arguing couple, and back again. It was strange, because he didn't even know what they were saying, but it reminded him of the way he and Arthur went back and forth…

Alfred was about to open his mouth, probably to say something stupid, when a Frenchman burst in.

(Really, people have gotten so rude these days.)

"Stop releasing sexual tensions and shut up already!"

"Francis?" Arthur and Gilbert cried at the same time, standing in front of their respective love interests like they had rehearsed it.

Gilbert kept a protective hand on Matthew's shoulder, despite the Canadian's protests. He didn't like that gleam in Francis' eye…

Alfred didn't mind Arthur standing in front of him. In fact, he taped the Englishman on his shoulder and whispered. "Will you tell me what sexual tensions are now?"

"No! I most certainly will not! I said when you are older, and what I say goes!"

"But Artie~" Alfred whined. "I'm older now!"

"By a day!"

"That's still older, Artie~!"

Francis, at this point, looked extremely aggravated. One: Because Alfred and Arthur were fighting, again and they still weren't dating.

And Two:

Because Gilbert and Matthew were dating, and so now he had to refrain from groping the boy, or suffer getting beat up by Gilbert.

(And he had already been beaten to a pulp by the Albino's brother, over a small run-in with a certain Italian.)

"That is enough!"

A/N: Germany? Ahaha…Sorry. Carry on.

"Gil, and who-ever you are-"

"I'm Matthew!"

"Whatever you say, Mark. You and Gil need to stop fighting and kiss already! Mon dieu, what was the argument even about?"

The couple looked at each other briefly, then they both glanced away and mumbled something about sausages and maple syrup.

Francis turned to the other "couple".

"And you two! All you have done since you met is flirt, argue, and be idiots! Get it together already!"

Arthur glanced at Alfred nervously. Had he really been flirting? He wasn't even sure if Alfred knew how to…

But the American was to busy to pay either Francis or Arthur any attention, because he was currently google-ing "Sexual Tension" on his smart phone.

"Oh!" He exclaimed, reading the definition.

"Sexual tension is a social phenomenon that occurs when two people interact and one or both feel sexual desire, but the consummation is postponed or never happens"

Arthur's face drained, Francis snickered, and Matthew and Gilbert were no where to be seen.

(Matthew taught Gil how to turn invisible!)

"But why do you keep saying that me and Arthur-"

"Arthur and I" The Englishman corrected.

"Artie~! Let me talk!" Alfred whined, which caused Francis to smile. "Why do you keep saying that Arthur and I -See? Happy now?- have sexual tensions?"

"Because you do!"

"SHUT UP, FROG!"

"Artie~ I'm trying to listen!"

Francis smirked, sticking his tongue out at Arthur. "Oui, 'Artie' I he's trying to listen!"

"Shut the bloody hell up, frog. You and I both know what going on here and-"

Francis held up a finger. "And don't you think our dear Alfred deserves to know too?"

"DON'T TWIST MY WORDS!"

"Ohonhon~ I did no such thing!"

"YOU BLOODY-"

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Matthew and Gilbert stood near a window in the Canadians bedroom. Their heads were bent in heated discussion, but I can't tell you what they were saying, because I never asked, and they never told me. But I can say that the blonde kept blushing, and the Prussian accentuated what he was saying with hand motions. After a few minutes, Gil gave the Canadian a short peck on the lips and bounded down the stairs, and out of the building.

But don't worry, we'll see him again.

Probably.

Maybe.

No promises.

ANYWAYS,

Matthew blushed once more and fell onto his bed, his blonde hair encircling his head like the rays of a rising sun. Or the mane of a lion or some other majestic who-ha.

He hugged his stuffed bear rather tightly, and whispered.

"Je vais folle…"

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Now that our little interruption of unnecessary blabber has occurred, let's return to our regularly scheduled program.

Oh dear, it seems as though we missed something important.

Let me give you a brief filler-in.

Arthur tackled Francis, who we all know is a lover and not a fighter, so obviously he fell to the ground and made a witty but extremely sexual comment. This caused a enraged and emotionally confused Arthur to completely loose it, and his victim was powerless. Alfred, being the hero he is, swooped in a picked up a literally foaming-at-the-mouth Arthur, hold his arms tight to his sides. This gave Francis enough time to peel himself from the floor, with what little dignity he had left.

Alright, now that we're all caught up, let's move on.

Francis winced as he turned his neck the wrong direction, but carried on. He brushed off his (very expensive-mind you!) ruined clothes, and turned to Arthur, who was either trying to eat his way through Alfred's arm to escape, or he was really really hungry.

"Alfred." Francis said, after staring at Arthur with an indescribable expression on his face. (But if I were to try, I'd say it was a mix between a WTF face, pity, that-guy-is-psycho-face, and 'Hey, let's fuck!')

"What?" Alfred asked, flicking at Arthur's face.

"Just remember, he hasn't denied anything this whole time! Well- Adieu!"

And with that, Francis swooped out of the room.

Arthur stopped struggling and did his best to turn and look at Alfred, still trapped in his arms.

"Artie."

"What?"

…

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…

"What?" Arthur asked again.

"I have something to tell you."

Arthur felt his heart speed up-could Alfred feel it too? "What is it, Al?" He asked.

"It's really important."

"I'm listening."

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"Hi."

J'espère que vous êtes assassiné par un clown (French)-I hope you are murdered by a clown!

weiß gar nicht verstehen, was du sagst! Es tut mir leid (German)-I don't even know what you're saying! I'm sorry!

Mon dieu (French) -My god!

Oui (French)-Yes

Je vais folle… (French)- I'm going insane...

Adieu (French) - Literally translated, it means may god go with you.

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