Chapter 21: The King

"Do you think they're alright? They've been gone an awfully long time now."

It became apparent that whatever the black thing was, it either ate or burned clothes. The fact was backed up by how Matthew didn't have anything covering him. He was completely naked, and completely lean muscles.

"Do not worry yourself, Angleterre. They will be fine."

His body gave a single shudder before he slowly moved his arms. They lifted his chest, and carefully, he placed his legs under him, like he didn't know how to walk. Standing was a bit wobbly, but he stayed upright. No one knew what to do, so they stood there, watching him tilt his head from side to side, back facing them. He rolled his shoulders a couple times, then put a hand out. Ravana rushed forward, placing a pair of black sweat pants into his hand. Where she got them, and why she was giving Matthew them, no one knew. He bent down and pulled them on, not bothering to tie the string. A breezy laugh left him.

"I don't know. I just have this feeling…."

"It's alright. They'll come back, safe and sound, with Lilli. No need to worry."

"I hope your right…"

Gilbert tried to swallow, but his mouth was like a dessert. "M-Matthew?"

Matthew paused, staring at the far wall, then turned. Gilbert felt like throwing up. It wasn't Matthew. It wasn't him at all. His eyes were those of a Nightmare, the colour of them gold. They were sharp, powerful. A joyous smile spread across his face, but it looked more sinister now that his canines were fangs.

"Hello." His voice was louder and deeper than Matthews, with an airy quality. "Now, isn't this a lovely sight? Of course it is, it's my first sight with my new eyes!" He laughed again. "Ah, my own body. It's nice to have one again."

Vritra slowly made her way over to him, eyes wide, like she couldn't believe he stood there. As soon as she got close enough, she dropped to a knee, lowering her head. Ravana rushed to join her. Samil, still grinning like a fool, lumbered over slowly and dropped as well. The thing eyed them separately, his smile disappearing. His eyes glowed a bit, and Samil's hand reached out and smacked the other two.

"That is for picking the wrong person. I meant this one, idiots. Not the small female. While she might have been cute, I would have had no use for such a frail body."

Muttered apologise rushed from Vritra's lips, along with explanations and excuses no one needed to hear. The thing rolled its eyes, seeming to accept that his subordinates would be useless idiots for the moment. His eyes glowed again, and Samil's hand smacked Vritra again, making her shut up.

"I don't care for your excuses. The apology would have been enough. Now get up, you look ridiculous kneeling."

The three did as told, forming a loose triangle around the thing in Matthew protectively.

Ludwig slowly creeped over to Feliciano, crouching down and tossing one of his friends arms around his shoulders. He felt that they would need to make a quick escape. Feliciano was shaking, but not from strain. He was staring at the thing in Matthew's body, eyes wide and empty. Ludwig secured an arm around his friend's waist. He might be the only one with a level head here.

The thing – Ludwig couldn't believe how quickly he had started calling Matthew's body a thing – flicked its eyes over to him. It smirked again tilting its head in his direction.

"Now, now, no need to be in such a rush. Relax a little. It's not like I'll hurt you." It chuckled, turning and walking a bit. "At least, not today. I did make Matthew a promise, and I always keep my promises."

"Y-You….." Feliciano's shaking got worse. "Who…..how did-did you…."

It laughed, turning to look at them again. "You know, I've been watching this world since I was created. It was so very long ago. A bit before 300 BCE I believe."

"Holy shit, you're old." Vash muttered thoughtlessly.

It gave him an amused look. "Older than a lot of you, yes. You might recognise some of my work as 'The Devil'. But really, I've met him, and it surprises me how humans can mix our work up."

Samil grumbled, dopey smile still in place. The thing laughed.

"Of course, of course. Where are my manners?" It cleared its throat, and then bowed with a flair of his arms. "I am formally known as The King. It's a pleasure to meet you all."

"You said you promised Matthew you wouldn't harm us today." Ludwig furrowed his eyebrows. "You've had contact with him?"

"Oh yes, given not in the way I had liked, but it was 'contact' none of the less."

"Get out of him."

The sentence was so quiet, it was almost missed. But, having a room filled with not-quite humans and completely non-humans who were practically trained to hear what was meant to be quiet, everyone caught it.

The King raised an eyebrow, eyes flickering to the one who said it. "Pardon? Didn't quite catch that."

Gilbert glared at The King, fists clenched so tightly he punctured his skin. "Get. Out. Of. Matthew's. Body."

The King smirked. "That's not possible."

"His body doesn't belong to you! Get the fuck out!" Gilbert raised his sword, grinding his teeth together.

"Did you not hear me? That's. Not. Possible."

"Sure it is. Just smoke out of there or whatever. It'll be easy."

The King stared at Gilbert, looking like he was about to burst out into a fit of laughter. "Oh, you don't know about Nightmare possessions. How precious. Would you like me to educate you? Or should the Italian do it?"

Gilbert's gaze wavered, flickering to Feliciano briefly. "Feli? What does he mean?"

Feliciano just shook his head, turning and burying himself in the crook of Ludwig's neck. Ludwig held his friend gently, watching The King. It's gold eyes flashed with great amusement.

"Oh, how I wish I could watch you all squirm for longer." The King sighed. "But, I have to go and tell the others that their ruler is back. So, I will bid you farewell. For now."

He waved his hand, and the world blurred until it was just coloured smudges. Gilbert shouted protests and curses. Kiku made sure Alfred's head was in a comfy position. Vash, Lilli, Peter, and Feliciano seemed to just give up. Ludwig was confused, and would get his answers soon.

Katyusha had been reading peacefully on the couch, her sister's head resting in her lap. Ivan was sitting in an armchair close to them, watching the fireplace. Natalia had been quiet, her face carefully blank, but Katyusha knew she was worrying about the others, especially Matthew. She brushed her hand through her sister's hair, a gesture saying, 'Our friends will be fine'. Sadly, Natalia knew Katyusha was having a hard time believing that herself.

Ivan wanted to do something for his sisters, to ease their burden, but he didn't know what. He knew he had to be there for them, but he wanted to do more. So for now, he would just settle for keeping them safe.

The air stiffened. Katyusha glanced up from her book, putting it to the side. Natalia sat up quickly, looking to the empty space in the common room. There were a few crackles, and the three sibling's ears popped. The room blurred, then cleared up, and there were eight new people in the room.

Katyusha did a quick sweep of them with her eyes, seeing if they were all there, before kneeling next to Kiku to help him get Alfred to the infirmary. She didn't question where Matthew was, at least, not yet. She could see how broken they all seemed. Those questions would be saved for another time.

Natalia thought along the same lines, rushing to Feliciano and shifting his distress from Ludwig's shoulder to hers. When he gave her a look, she just shook her head and led him to the couch. She wanted to go and grab Lovino, since siblings had this keen sense on how to make their family feel better, but she had no clue where he could be. She decided to ask Peter to do it, and he nodded, running from the room, leaving Lilli with Vash.

Ivan just stared blankly at the group. His mind was still processing that they just appeared. Although, there was the underlining amusement to seeing Gilbert look so enraged. Coupled by a hint of concern by how lost most of the group looked. He felt something was missing, something he hadn't quite caught yet, but his mind was moving too slow for him to realize what it was. Ivan stood, walking over to Gilbert. The albino glared harshly at him, an animalistic warning growl rising in his throat. Ivan raised his hands, motioning that he meant no harm… this time.

"You look like you could use a good punching bag."

Gilbert twitched. No matter how true that statement was, he wasn't comfortable with going with Ivan, of all people. But Gilbert also knew he would only hold back his anger if it was anyone else. In a way, only Ivan could help him now. The realization just made him more furious. Especially since he wanted to charge right back to that lair and save Matthew right then and there. But he knew that would be stupid and he would probably get killed.

He nodded, and the two left for the training room.

Vash took Lilli's hand, and took her to a room. She looked exhausted, and needed a rest. She tried to protest, but Vash just put her in bed and told her to sleep. She did so, against her will, and Vash went to the second bed in the room to do the same.

Ludwig wasn't sure what to do. He wasn't any good at comforting, no matter how hard he tried. He was relieved when Peter came back with Lovino, the Italian sitting with his brother right away. Feliciano just looked at Lovino for a few moments, before he burst into tears and flung himself into Lovino's arms. Ludwig felt a tug at his heart, seeing Feliciano cry out of anger and hurt rather than when he would cry of 'fear'. These were his real tears. And, somehow, it broke Ludwig a little.

Peter left the room quickly, Natalia following. Ludwig took the hint, and followed the two. When they were out of earshot, Natalia turned to Peter and Ludwig.

"Tell me what happened."

Peter frowned slightly. "Shouldn't we wait to tell everyone?"

"Yes, but I want to know now. Matthew isn't with you, and I have no patience to wait until everyone gathers their wits enough to talk about it. Now speak."

Ludwig sighed. As long as he had nothing else to do, he would tell her. He eyed the silverette, deciding she could probably take the information in stride. He began with when they were captured.

Gilbert didn't think, just punched. He tried to clear his mind, wash away anything that would make him feel, and tried to get rid of his emotions with every strike to the bag. But, with every punch, a new image flashed through Gilbert's mind, reminding him of what happened.

Ivan watched the former nation, trying to decipher the empty look in his eyes. He was surprised when he actually found a punching bag and a place to hang it from, but he guessed the previous team was prepared for anything. As for the one punching the bag, Ivan was sure he would never have helped him in his life, but apparently he was wrong.

Once in a while, there would be a flash of emotion in Gilbert's eyes, but they were gone too quickly for Ivan to be sure what they were. But he got the basic idea, since Gilbert's punches would either soften or harden depending on what emotion it was. He was most curious when Gilbert started punching like he didn't want to hurt the bag, then jumped right to slamming his fists into it like it had killed his mother.

On Gilbert's side of things, his mind kept going to that one perfect kiss then going to that fucking golden eyed douchebag. Gilbert wanted to punch him, but he couldn't since he was in Matthew's body, and he was so fucking selfish for kissing him before getting possessed. Gilbert didn't want to accept the feelings he knew he already knew were there, trying to keep himself from hurting more than he already was. He punched to forget, punched to stop feeling, punched to just stop being. But with every punch, he got rid of his anger, and made way for the knives piercing his heart and lungs.

Ivan could see Gilbert's breath shorten until he was hardly breathing at all, but his punches just got harder. Ivan had to place a foot behind himself to keep from falling over, since he was holding the back of the bag for Gilbert. The growing curiosity in him was quenched when Gilbert's eyes stuck to one emotion.

A desperate agony.

Gilbert kept punching, even when he felt the last of his anger. Now he was punching to get rid of the pain. But it wouldn't go away. It only increased. Gilbert's punches got quicker and quicker until he couldn't take the pain and slammed the last punch into the bag, shooting pain all up his arm. He panted, resting his head on it. He bit back the emotions that threatened to leak through the cracks in his being.

Ivan released the punching bag when Gilbert rested his head on it, still watching the other. Ivan had seen the screaming his mind was doing when he looked into the others eyes. He might hate the albino, but he wouldn't go so far to make him feel worse when his heart was obviously breaking.

Gilbert took a deep breath, pushing off of the bag. He glanced at Ivan, who wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was watching him. He gave a small nod, as a thanks, and Ivan nodded back. The Russian left the room, and Gilbert put the punching bag back where it belonged.

Someone walked into the training room, and Gilbert glanced over. It was Li. Li seemed surprised to see Gilbert, probably not knowing he was back yet. He gave a small wave, then walked over to the knives.

Gilbert paused in shoving the punching bag in its spot, looking back over at Li. He cleared his throat a bit, catching the Asian's attention.

"Hey, do mind if I ask something?" Gilbert waited with baited breath. When Li signaled for him to ask, he paused. "Well, I was just wondering…. When a person is possessed by a Nightmare, is it possible to, you know… un-possess them?"

Li stared at Gilbert, eyes flashing with an unknown emotion. He looked to the weapons wall, then back at Gilbert.

"You might want to sit for this answer."

Kiku watched Katyusha bustle around Alfred, hands squeezing the fabric of the front of his shirt. He wasn't bleeding anymore, which was good, but he still hadn't woken up. Katyusha had applied an IV bag to keep him hydrated and help him with all the blood he lost, and had cleaned him up fairly well. There was still blood clinging to Alfred's eyelashes, the inside of his nose and some places in his ears, but he looked a bit better than before. He was still ghostly pale, but the colour was slowly returning to his body. Kiku glanced at Katyusha, who was now checking his vitals again.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Katyusha looked over, and smiled. "The only thing you need to do, and the most important one, is for you to stay by his side. Alfred has a long road in front of him if he wants to recover, so having someone there for him will help him more than you think."

Kiku bit his lip and nodded. This job was probably more suited for Matthew, but he was kind of unavailable. Kiku wondered if Arthur or Francis would stay at Alfred's side like he would as well, but doubted it, since they would be trying to find out how to help Matthew. So Kiku was the only one who was going to be there every step of the way.

Katyusha finished up, then left, going to see if any of the others needed treatment. Kiku walked over and sat next to Alfred's bed, glancing over briefly to where Elizabeta used to be. Apparently she had healed enough to walk around, thanks to Lovino. At least he could relax a bit, knowing she was okay. Kiku returned his gaze to Alfred, and tensed again.

There was nothing he could do. If he sent people to America to help, it could put his own country in jeopardy. It was most likely a Nightmare related situation, and just sending people out could lead the hoard to Japan. As selfish as he felt, Kiku couldn't end up like Alfred. He wouldn't be of any use to anyone that way.

Kiku glanced around the room, even though he was the only one in there with Alfred, then took the American's hand. Despite losing so much blood, it was still warm. It almost enveloped Kiku's small hand. He just sat there, staring at Alfred's sleeping face. He had no clue how long he stayed there, or what happened beyond the doors. And he didn't care. He just wanted Alfred to open his eyes, smile, and be alright.

It seemed that whatever was up there heard Kiku's plea. Alfred's eyes fluttered, trying to open. It took a few moments, but he managed to get his eyelids to fold back. He stared at the ceiling for a few moments, then glanced around, squinting. When he saw Kiku, he squinted a bit more, then grinned.

"Hey."

Kiku managed to give him a weary smile back, but he doubted Alfred could see it without his glasses. "Hi. How are you feeling?"

"Tired." He took a breath and shifted. "What happened? The last thing I remember is fighting."

Kiku's smile dropped. He hadn't thought of how to say 'your brother is basically dead' in a way that wouldn't send Alfred running for the doors. Maybe he could just avoid the topic all together? Yeah, that seemed like his best option at the moment. He cleared his throat.

"I'll explain when everyone's together to hear the story. You should rest until then."

Alfred went to protest, but was interrupted by a yawn. Kiku smiled. Alfred's mouth closed quickly with a snap. He pouted slightly, then relaxed completely into the pillows.

"Fine, fine. But only because it's you."

Kiku tried not to over analyze that comment, but still felt his cheeks flush. "Alright. I'll leave you to rest."

Kiku stood and was about to leave, but something tugged on his hand and forced him right back into his seat. He blinked, looking down at his hand. He had forgotten to let go of Alfred's hand. Alfred smiled over at him, having pulled him back.

"You don't have to leave."

Kiku stared at Alfred, then smiled. "Okay then, I'll stay."

Alfred's grin widened victoriously, before he shut his eyes, and relaxed completely. Kiku marveled at how he could fall asleep so quickly. Then marveled at how cute a sleeping Alfred was. He didn't need anything else to entertain himself. He only needed the knowledge that Alfred would be alright, and to be there.

But he couldn't rid the nagging guilt of letting his brother become The King.

Gilbert did it. He was finally completely numb. His emotions had washed away, leaving him an empty shell of who he was. He was as hallow as the hallways he walked around in randomly, and as cold. He knew his brain was trying to scream at him to feel something, anything, but there was a block that kept it from reaching him. And he drifted through the pointless life he had.

His mind was almost as wonderfully blank as his heart, keeping him from thinking of anything and everything. He only processed what was in front of him.

A door opened ahead of him, and Elizabeta stepped out. Gilbert paused in his walking, watching her close the door and go to lock it. He figured that was her assigned bedroom while here. He felt an almost-surge of emotion to see her walking around and seemingly healthy, but the happiness stopped halfway through his system and dissipated. He was distracted by his lack of feelings, so when he realized Elizabeta was staring at him, he actually twitched in surprise. He shook himself out of whatever stupor he fell into, and walked over to her.

"Hey Gilbert." Elizabeta smiled, but Gilbert couldn't find the energy to return it.

"Hey. You're looking better."

"Yeah, Lovino's been doing some weird treatment, and it's been working really well." She peered into his eyes, as if searching for something.

"I'll be sure to thank him, if he doesn't throw a tomato at me first." He nodded to her, then continued walking, but only got a few steps past her when she called for him again.

"Hey, Gilbert?" He paused, looking back at Elizabeta. "Are you alright?"

Gilbert opened his mouth to say 'of course I am' or 'awesomeness can never not be alright', but what came out instead was, "No, I'm not."

Elizabeta seemed to understand. She opened her door again, leaned over and gently grabbed Gilbert's wrist, and tugged him into the room. After shutting the door behind them, she led him to her bed and sat him on it, sitting next to him, her body angled towards him.

"Alright. Start talking."

Something in Gilbert's brain clicked, and he started pouring his heart out about what happened.

Lovino wasn't quite sure what to say to his brother to make him feel better, since he didn't know what was wrong. He had tried asking, but Feliciano had just blubbered out nonsense of something being his fault before getting too worked up to talk properly. He was getting annoyed, but he couldn't just snap at his brother while he was in an actual state of grief. Lovino hadn't seen Feliciano like this since Holy Roman Empire. Which is how he knew it was serious.

Feliciano slowly calmed down, going from a sobbing mess to a snivelling, shaking shell. Lovino examined his brother, seeing the same empty, hopeless look he had once he heard Holy Rome had dissolved. He frowned, rubbing slow circles into Feliciano's back.

"Veniciano, tell me what happened."

Feliciano twitched at his country name, but settled quickly. "Well…. Matteo….." He trailed off, blinking rapidly to fight of more tears.

"What about Matteo?"

Feliciano clasped his hands together to keep them from shaking. "He-…. He's… dead."

Lovino stared at Feliciano, face blank. This had to be a joke. The Maple Bastard couldn't be dead. He was too nice. Too skilled. He couldn't have died. Lovino swallowed any sarcastic or accusatory things he wanted to say, deciding Feliciano was just overreacting.

"How did he die?"

"He became possessed." Lovino was disturbed by how Feliciano's voice changed so suddenly into a cold, emotionless, hallow sounding ring. "A Nightmare possessed him."

"So? Can't we just preform an exorcism or something to get him back? Being possessed doesn't mean he's dead."

Feliciano stood, and started to pace around the small coffee table. "It's the same thing. We've tried exorcisms, they don't work."

"What about holy water? Or maybe potions or something?"

Feliciano shook his head. "Tried it."

"How about-"

"We've tried it all! Nothing's ever worked! We've just had to kill the Nightmare as well as the possessed person!"

"There's got to be something you missed!" Lovino started to shout, but lowered his voice. This was not the time to get into a fight. "Have you checked every culture? Even the dead ones? There might be-"

"IT'S USELESS!" Feliciano snapped, turning to his brother and spreading his arms. "ALL OF IT! I'VE TRIED EVERYTHING, ROMANO. EVERYTHING! WE'VE TRIED EVERYTHING! MATTEO, LILLI, VASH, NATALIA, KATYUSHA, LI, YONG SUU, TINO, ABEL, FUCK EVEN PETER! ALL OF IT HAS BEEN FUCKING USELESS!"

"THAT JUST MEANS YOU HAVEN'T TRIED HARD ENOUGH!" Lovino retaliated, jumping up.

Feliciano's head dropped into his hands, shaking it back and forth. "I knew you wouldn't understand."

"WHAT I UNDERSTAND IS THAT MATTEO CAN BE SAVED, AND YOU JUST HAVEN'T FOUND OUT HOW TO DO SO!"

Feliciano's hands slid to his hair, gripping, head lowering even further. "There's nothing. Absolutely nothing."

"Are you even listening to me?!"

A choked sob escaped Feliciano, and he fell to his knees, hands still gripping his hair and head still down. "Matteo's gone, and I couldn't do anything. I just had to use that fucking spell at that fucking time. There were other ways. I could have stopped him! Oh god, Gilbert. I'm so sorry. Scusa. I'm sorry!"

Lovino watched in horror as Feliciano touched his forehead to the carpet, and screamed. It was a lost, broken sound. Lovino had heard it many times from insane people. But, he guessed he could put his brother in that category. He was still chanting 'I'm sorry' in both Italian and English, like a mantra. And he realized he went a little far. Feliciano was having a full blown mental break down, and all he could do was scream. He was a terrible brother.

Lovino dropped to his knees in front of Feliciano, slowly leaning forward and hugging him awkwardly. If he couldn't fix Feliciano, the best he could do was shield him and give him any hope he could. He could hold Feliciano together until he fixed himself, and give him as much support as an anger issued nation could.

He listened to Feliciano fall apart, and felt a little piece of himself snap off.

Gilbert somehow ended up having his head rested in Elizabeta's lap, staring at the ceiling. She was running a hand through his hair, like she did when they were kids. When he had this giant crush on her. Of course, that went nowhere, ever since Roddy walked into the picture. It took him years to get over it. Although, thinking about it now, he got over her completely only once he met Matthew….

Fuck.

"….And then he kisses me."

Elizabeta had a momentary convulsion, and Gilbert knew she was suppressing a squeal by how hard she pressed her lips together. Gilbert rolled his eyes a bit.

"Was there tongue?"

"Lizz!"

"Sorry, sorry!"

Gilbert sighed. She'd never change. "Yeah, he kissed me, the selfish bastard." Elizabeta blinked, confused. "Made me realize I am head over heels in love with him before pretty much killing himself." There was a small gasp, but Gilbert payed it no mind. He closed his eyes, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. "He went and got himself possessed by The King Nightmare willingly. There's no way to get a Nightmare out of a person. They haven't found one. So he's dead, or trapped in his subconscious, just waiting for death."

He fell silent, focusing on supressing the emotions that had slowly filled his shell during his story. But it was too much. There was too much pain and anger swirling around in a bowl of grief that he couldn't contain it anymore. He tried one more time to speak, to maybe finish the story with what happened next or tell Elizabeta that the talk helped and leave. But his voice wavered more than he meant for it to, and sounded so small, that he knew he wouldn't be talking or moving after.

"I love him."

Gilbert did something he had only done twice in his entire life. The first time when Holy Roman Empire was killed, and the second when his country was dissolved. He cried. Large, fat tears rolled down his face and he couldn't stop them. And Elizabeta curled over him, as if shielding him from the world and an attempt to stop him from hurting, and held him close. Gilbert turned and shoved his face into her abdominal softly, trying to hurt her since she was still injured. Gilbert would never understand how Elizabeta was the only one able to make him cry when he needed to. All two times it had happened, now three, she had been there, comforting him. Maybe because she was his oldest friend, and she knew him better than anyone.

She whispered soft, comforting words to him as he unleashed the flood. And he just curled around her stomach, as she was curled around his head. He didn't make a sound, just let what was happening happen. Elizabeta's clothes slowly became soaked. He slowly calmed down. The pain became a little more bearable. Even when he stopped crying, he and Elizabeta stayed like that. She was the only person in the world who could comfort him properly, and he was grateful he had a friend such as her.

The King stared at the sea of Nightmares in front of him, eyebrows raised. This was…. Actually more than he thought would show up. He smirked slightly. Well, his army was here. He cleared his throat, and shouted a single sentience, since long speeches were unnecessary and took up too much valuable time.

"Your King as risen!"

That was enough to make the crowd explode into excited howls and cheers. He glanced back at his Knights, grinning. They were confused on why he wasn't just going and attacking the nations now, and he wasn't about to explain that he liked the person he was possessing, so he'd made a promise. Maybe he'd go attack them another day. For now, he had to think of a strategy instead of running into battle head first. That would be stupid. Plus, he wanted to give the nations a chance to run and hide, so he could find them again. A small giggle left his lips at the thought of the game he would play.

"That seems fair, right Mattie?" He whispered to himself.

The nation in his subconscious stirred slightly at his name, but fell back into the motionless sleep he was in quickly. The King smiled. Matthew was such a good kid.

He turned to his Knights with a bright smile. "Now, how's about we go get me a shirt?"

A/N: The King butchers the English language just as much as Canadians and Americans. Well, he is in Mattie's body, but not the point! I was extremely happy with the reaction I got from people, and am glad you all seemed to scream in supressed agony on having the PruCan dangled in your faces, then tossed to some unknown place. I know, I'm horrible.

So I'm still trying to decide what I want the ending to be, but the updates will continue. There's still much to cover! I hope your enjoying. The ending is within sight! I love you all, especially my Senpai rexlover180 who has been supporting me for so long, and thank you for reading! See you next time~!