"Well, well, well. Just what am I going to do with you, Allen?" Oliver shook his head sadly. "I've tried to be accommodating to your antics but it seems you just can't help yourself from getting into trouble. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Allen, who was being held with his hands behind his back by Matthieu, looked up at Oliver's face. He wasn't sure why he hadn't gone after Matthew yet, but he was content in stalling for as long as he possibly could. From the looks of Arthur, who was covered in stitches and bruises and gagged, he had tried the same thing. Allen cleared his throat.

"I'm not afraid of you anymore, Oliver. Hell, I don't even know why I ever was."

Oliver's face tightened, then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I have been patient, Allen. I thought that maybe you would someday see how important this all is, but I guess all you really want to do is mess around and not take anything seriously."

Allen scowled. "Fuck off, old man. I know what I'm doing."

With his face souring, Oliver sounded mortified. "Excuse me? What did you just say?"

"You heard me." He answered. Then he thought about all the times his foul mouth had gotten him into trouble. It would rile Oliver up to a degree, but how could he draw this out, distract him for as long as he could? He continued. "I know what I'm doing. And I do. You can consider this the biggest teenage rebellion in history. Because I'm done with you, Oliver. And I've decided I will do anything it takes to take you down."

"Allen Foster Jones you had better watch your mouth." Oliver tried to cool his temper, but he was not doing so well. His eyes were flaming, and he wrung his hands. He opened his mouth to speak again, but the door opened.

"Got 'im." Francois said gruffly. He had the pirate book of spells under his arm. Allen's heart sank.

Oliver perked up. "Well, where is he?"

Francois shrugged. "In the other room. Asleep."

"Perfect." Oliver's grin returned to his face. "So, shall I go and see what sweet little Matthew has to say?"

"No-" Allen's voice cracked a little, but he stopped himself from speaking. He jerked at Matthieu's grip on his arms, but got no where. Arthur also fought his bonds again, panic evident in his eyes.

Oliver laughed, then took a long look at Matthieu, and it seemed an idea came to his head. "I see then. I think Matthew ought to join us, now. Please excuse me." He turned and walked from the room, his step a bit faster than usual. Francois swallowed, and they locked the door behind them.

"Hey!" Allen continued to shake and shout, he had failed in stalling them. "No- Matthieu let go of me!"

And to his surprise, he did.

Arthur and Allen looked at Matthieu, a little shocked. But the Canadian did not say anything.

"Okay then..." Allen looked at the door, then, deciding they were stuck there, went to untie Arthur. He ungagged him, and started to work on the knots.

"You brought Matthew here?" Arthur asked as soon as he could talk.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. I didn't think this would happen."

"Why on earth did you think that was a good idea? Honestly, Allen, I'd think you could show a bit more common sense." He sounded disappointed rather than angry or whatever else Allen expected from him. Arthur was also surprised. He was talking to him as if he was Alfred.

"I said I was sorry. And anyway, what happened with Matthieu?" Allen stood up as the ropes fell to the floor.

"I- I don't know. He just stopped talking and started doing whatever Oliver told him to all of a sudden." Arthur relaxed a bit, but didn't have the energy to move. Allen looked at his stitches.

"Oliver really went at you. Any internal injuries you should be worrying about?"

"No. He made sure to tell me none of my organs were in any danger-"

"Except your skin." Allen said quietly.

"What?" Arthur looked up.

"Your skin. It's an organ, actually, so not all of your organs were completely safe."

Arthur at first looked like he was about to snap, then a smile started to spread across his face when he realized it was just another one of Alfred's traits. More specifically, the fact that he was the world's largest smart ass. Arthur took a breath and looked at Allen.

"Alright, then. We have to talk about this '2p!' business. I think I know how it works, now. But first, I have something to tell you."

"Yeah? What?"

"We have you beat on the 'world's largest teenage rebellion' thing."

One extra long chapter for my readers who waited all weekend long for me to update! I'm sorry it took so long. I was without Internet ALL WEEKEND. On the one hand, I did stuff. On the other it was AWFUL.

The irony is I was reading a book about revolutionaries in 2060 trying to save the world from living lives completely online. How metaphoric.

Anyway, it looks like things are going to be getting a little complicated, and TOMORROW YOU WILL KNOW WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON WITH MATTHIEU! HOORAY!

Also: who's seen How to Train Your Dragon 2? IT WAS AWESOME, WAS IT NOT? Toothless is like my spirit animal. (btw don't own HTTYD or Toothless or anything... please don't sue me)

Thanks for not sending me hate mail for not updating this weekend! And thanks for reading! We are up to 6,000 views last I checked. That is AWESOME!