So…what's going to happen this time? Time will only tell.

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"So…this is your apartment."

"Yes indeed! You gotta love American apartments!"

"That…doesn't mean starting sleepovers, Alfred."

Seriously, Rizal had no idea what was going on. It was weird for Alfred to suddenly invite people to stay over at his house for the night. Nevermind the fact that the house was pretty big, but the fact that ever since Feliciano took it up Charice jumped on as well. Of course, that meant that poor Rizal had to come along, and then again so did Ludwig.

Apparently, that made everything better for him.

Somehow.

"Thanks for coming over, guys." Alfred grinned. "I got a cool new HD TV and I wanted to show it off!"

Oh…great.

"Oh, that's awesome, cause I brought this movie a few days ago and I wanted to watch it!" Charice chirped. "Who's up for some popcorn~!"

"I AM, I AM!"

"Then follow me, Italy, for I will make you the perfect popcorn!"

Alfred dragged both Feliciano and Charice into the kitchen, leaving Rizal alone to whine to himself for a few minutes about just how this was a completely bad idea. He turned around and was just about to leave when he ran into something that he could've sworn was the wall. But…it was too green to be Alfred's wall.

Oh…right, Ludwig.

Wait…am I alone with him?

For the first time in his life, he got some form of German-phobia running through his veins (DAMMIT Charice can you taint him anymore?) as his mind literally cleared itself of any form of thinking and for some reason ended up going into massive hysteria. Ludwig, however, only saw the face of a startled sixteen-year-old with his hands up to his side like he had bumped into a gang or something.

"Sorry." He finally stated.

"It's fine." Ludwig answered. "I didn't see you."

"…me neither." Rizal answered back, quickly lowering his arms. "You didn't want popcorn?"

"No. I can't handle any of their insanity."

"…eheh. At least you don't have to live with them."

"You obviously don't know anything about mein bruder."

"…oh. Right. Gilbert." Rizal blinked. "How can you handle all this?"

"Hm?"

"You know…handle all this insanity?"

"Because a few of them are actually sane."

"Like who?"

"You."

Rizal immediately found his cheeks burning (hopefully, there was no blush) before he heard a loud popping noise behind them. After the popping stopped, they saw as the three of them walk out with huge tubs of popcorn. For some reason, he found himself scoffing at their appearance. But why though…?

"So bring us to the room, Al-kun!"

"Right! Follow me!"

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The room was actually bigger than he thought, sporting an HD stereo and a flat screen TV that he'd never seen before. He sank on the couch and almost fell asleep (that was how soft it was). He felt it shift and saw everyone plop next to him for the movie. Charice chirped as she sought the DVD for the main event.

"What's the movie?"

"Um…The Ring. I forgot what it was about, though."

"Sounds like a chick flick! Put it in and turn out the lights!"

Rizal watched as his sister chirped as she did just that with a single skip. He turned his head and was about to rant (heck, Alfred can handle a rant, right?) when he realized that Ludwig was sitting next to him, mainly because Feliciano was sitting on the other side. Again, he felt his muscles twitch. Fortunately the movie was starting, and he can concentrate on that.

The movie started off pretty natural. There were two teenage girls (wow, they're sooo dead) talking about a cursed videotape and how one of them watched it seven days before. A few minutes later, that same girl was dead and the other one had been sent to the hospital.

…was that Alfred screaming?

The movie kept going on, and it was then concluded that the movie was a horror film based off of a Japanese horror film…which meant that Charice was screaming a few minutes later. What's worse was that both Alfred and Feliciano were screaming with terror as well. Before he knew it, all Rizal could hear was screaming. The movie was suddenly a silent film.

"…so how are you, Ludwig?"

"…I can be better. You?"

For some reason, Rizal couldn't respond to that question…mainly because he doesn't know how he is. Before he knew it, Feliciano clung onto his waist screaming and sobbing in fear. What was worse was that Alfred then clung onto his neck and Charice clung onto his legs. By the time twenty minutes passed by, Ludwig finally realized that the three of them had suffocated the poor boy.

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Wow…I'm writing a lot of Rizal-centric chapters. Oh yeah, by the way, if anyone wants a GerRiz one-shot, just vote on it here or in any of my other fics in a review. If you don't want to do that, just PM me a random idea. Cause there's a good chance that I'll never touch it otherwise (GerIta for the win, of course).