Yao's Journal: Back from Francis'. Feel like crap. The day just got worse when I got home aru. I don't feel like talking anymore…

Yao had just stormed out of the house, head engulfed in a hazy red. Yes, red Francis' damned roses more so of the red of anger and wanting to see blood spilt.

Tossing the damned electronic onto the passenger seat, Yao pulled out his own cell. Dialed. Waited. Finally when Francis picked up, Yao gave him a heads up of what was coming. The Frenchman didn't even have the decency to sound sober.

By the time Yao hung up, his voice are already becoming hoarse and he was about 20 minutes from his destination. Francis would have hell to pay.

He pulled into the driveway of an overly Romanesque style house, and before his car and fully come to a stop, Yao had already found his way to the front door.

"Francis! Damn you aru! Open up, immediately."

There was a moment of silence as Yao waited for the door to be open. Inside the house, the Frenchman could feel the wine he had had earlier starting to disagree with him. He'd knew things would be getting bad the moment Yao mentioned his cell, which had gone missing a few weeks ago.

Seeing no escape from the situation, and being a gentleman, Francis reluctantly opened the door.

"Mon amour. Please calm, down. I'm so happy to see you too."

"Cut the crap," said Yao, with barely suppressed anger.

Without another word, Yao made himself comfortable in the other's living room. "Let's start talking things out aru."

Francis had never felt so uncomfortable in his own house before. Yao was pissed and sitting on his sofa. Sitting in the easy chair, Francis twiddled his thumbs.

"Could I interest you in some wine?" He offered in an excuse to leave the room.

"Can you be serious aru!" came the response.

Yao took in a few breaths to calm himself down. It failed. "Do you know how appalled I was that this came to me through the mail of a child?"

There was silence, as the other could find nothing to say. "Do you have any idea what you have on this phone?" Yao asked, not stopping for a response. "Of course you do aru! You also had my freaking address attached with it!"

Involuntarily, Francis' nose began bleeding as he thought about Yao's sexy photo he'd scored from Ivan. It had been top notch no less. As he looked at the indignant Chinese before him, the blood quickened its departure from his body. It seemed as though Yao's clothes had completely disappeared leaving the other naked, revealing the tender pale skin that had been in the photo...a candid after sex photo.

Yao's face reddened under Francis' look. He was about a hair away from knocking the man out.

"Ahem. Fuck you aru! If you don't plan on doing anything, then I'll do it myself!"

Saying so, Yao headed straight for the door. He'd totally destroy the memory chip…acid, burn, and shred. Then he'd deal with Ivan and eventually beating the crap out of Francis.

Surprisingly, this movement to leave jerked the Frenchman out of his daze. Moving faster than expected, Francis caught up with Yao.

"W-wait, you can't just expect me to give up my cell to you!"

Yao glared him down.

"I can, and I plan to."

"B-but, there are my pictures of Matthew and some of Arthur in there!"

This was the last straw and Yao snapped. Now, understand, that Yao is one of the last people expected to snap. Yes, he's usually stressed, and annoyed but not absolutely FURIOUS. But once he is, it becomes clear why he's been around so many years.

"Don't you think I fucking know that already?" He screamed, giving a swift kick to Francis' vital region, which effectively downed the other man. After that, all hell broke loose.

Later, in anther location, a plate was dropped. Matthew quickly gathered up the shards while his face was ashen, and eyes glued to the news. His lover had been admitted into the hospital a few hours earlier near death, his house had apparently experienced a break in by a gang, and the suspect of this brutality was, according the neighbors, driving a red convertible.

When Yao got home, he found Kiku watching the news. Alarmed by what was on, Yao grabbed the remote and turned of the screen, much to the Japanese man's amusement. He gave his older brother a meaningful glance, and the other visibly paled.

"How was your trip?" He asked, already suspecting what had happened.

"O-oh. Um…it was fine aru." The other mumbled. "Um…I've got some work to do, so why don't you go give a call to one of your friends and see how they're doing?"

Being agreeable, Kiku humored his brother.

"Sure, I'll also probably check on Yong Soo."

"You do that aru." Yao agreed.

In any other case, Yao's brain would have registered how strange it was for his two brother's to get along. But, at the time, he was much too happy to avoid Kiku's suspicion.

Yao

What the hell, man? We were supposed to meet? Having too much fun with the Commie to meet with your good buddy? Thought you guys broke up, but whatever. I had fun at your place with Kiku anyhow. It was quite a party! Too bad you missed it! Ha ha. Anyway...that vase that used to sit by your office wasn't real, right? N-no reason for asking of course!

Later!

Alfred F. Jones, US of A

To Alfred

I'm sorry about that aru. And yes, I was unfortunately with Ivan at the time. Damn him aru. Anyways, we are not together anymore…due to some various circumstances.

Anyways, I am curious. When you were partying with my brother, did you notice anything strange about him? I am only worried since he disappeared for a few days after that.

Also, it was you who broke my vase? Well, I expect you to pay me back for it the next time that we meet aru. I really liked it since it was from…never mind, you did me a favor. I was going to get rid of it anyways.

Yao

Setting down the letter, Yao wasn't surprised to find another one from Alfred. The American somehow found time to call him nonstop and send letters.

Yao,

Are you doing alight, man? I sent you this LAST week! I don't mind coming over again, though. Heard you were with Russia instead. Heavy stuff...he didn't do anything, did he? I can kick his ass for ya if he did. That's what hero's are for!

I don't really care that much about the kid, just no brainwashing my youth into being pro-communism with your great wall and your weird...bean-buns and stuff...And of course she's cool. She's an American! We're all awesome!

As for France and his pictures, well...lets just say I don't have anything to worry about from him OR Spain OR Prussia. (Mardi Gras was an interesting time. :D )

I'll get there as early as I can. I'll eat whatever as long as it's good, but you can't go wrong with good ol' McDonalds burgers. They never get old either!

See you Friday!

Alfred F. Jones: US of A

P.S.

I'll wear my good ass-kicking boots...just in case!

Alfred

Once again, sorry for the late reply. Also, what may or may not have happened between Ivan and I are not of your concern aru. Though, I will happily like to hold onto you offer to kick that bastard's butt. Excuse me, um.

Also, hahaha, certainly that girl is very special, or 'awesome' if you want to put it that way aru. I am not trying to brainwash her in any way. Not everything has to be about ideologies or politics, Alfred, I hope you know that aru.

Speaking of that Francis and his pictures…Damn him. He needs to learn some-some dignity! Also, I cannot, no, do not even want to imagine those three during Mardi Gras. Thank goodness, last year I was away visiting Taiwan…

Well, I look forward to seeing you in a few days. No, McDonald's though, BECAUSE they never get old aru. I'll make you something home cooked. I'm afraid that what you've eaten at Arthur's is nothing compared to Asian cuisine. Come hungry aru!

Yours,

Yao