Arthur, Alfred, Kiku, Matt, Luciano and Oliver stood in front of a locked door, Francois' name scribbled in black sharpie a reminder of the days the 1 and 2p's had now spent together.

"It's locked." The Italian muttered, his tone irritated as he gripped the handle.

"Don't worry. I'll bust it down!" Alfred let out an excited laugh, moving to the other side of the hallway before launching himself at the wooden door. The blonde's shoulder slamming against the door, making it budge against the lock, however it stood firm.

"Aw man..." The bright blue eyed male muttered before trying again, the door budging once more, however once again, it stood standing.

"One more try. I'll definitely get it next go." Alfred moved to take his previous position once more, however Oliver put his arm up to stop him from doing so.

"You'll end up hurting your shoulder or something. How is your hand healing by the way? I'll have to check that soon. Anyway, I can just cast a spell to unlock the door." The pinkish blonde haired Brit explained, a slight smile on his face.

"Wow, it's that easy?!" Alfred exclaimed in shock, completely ignoring the comment about his injured hand. To be honest, it was mostly better now, his increased healing as a nation sped up the process.

"Yes, it is. I've been telling everyone about the properties of magic for years now, but does anyone ever bother to listen? Obviously not." Arthur ranted, anger evident on his face.

"Yeah yeah. Now get this door open!" Alfred stated, voice full of excitement. The temperamental Brit only letting out an indignant hiss before stepping back, the other following suit.

Oliver held his pale hands up, muttering words in Latin. His hands becoming shrouded by a light blue mist. Once he fell silent, he approached the door and grabbed the handle, the colour dispersing from his hands at that moment and slowly began to cover the brass door handle. Not even ten seconds later did it a loud click sound and the door swung slightly open.

The five other's who had watched on were left surprised and slightly awestruck. Alfred looked ecstatic.

"That was impressive." Kiku explained, still somewhat taken aback.

"I can do that too. I don't know why you all decide to treat me and my use of magic the way you do." Arthur huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. His sulking was ignored though as Luciano pushed into the room, wasting no time.

The rest of the group were quick to follow, not wanting to be left out of what was to occur very soon.

As soon as the magenta eyed Italian let out a sprawl of curses in his language, the other 1 and 2p's had also seen what he had.

Francois was seated at a stained wooden table beside the window in the room. His body slumped against the table and unmoving. Dark red stains coved his being, the carpet and the wood of the table, and on closer inspection, it appeared to be red wine. To the far right of the table stood a heaping pile of broken bottles, some still having droplets of wine inside. The pile had been unnoticed until then, Kiku moving to crouch beside the mound of broken glass.

Matt, Oliver and Luciano moved closer to the downed Frenchman, whilst Arthur and Alfred stood back, watching the scene unfold. The tension in the room was thick and uneasy.

"Francois?" Oliver muttered, moving said male's hands from in front of his face. The Frenchman only letting out a slurred groan.

Both Luciano and Matt moved closer to Oliver, standing in front of the drunk.

"What were you thinking? Drinking all this alcohol? Were you trying to give yourself alcohol poisoning or something? We're immortal in our own world, but what if we aren't here? Huh? Were you trying to kill yourself?! What good would that do?!" The tall Canadian was angry, something you didn't want to make him often. He had pulled the drunken male up by the shoulders and was shaking him violently.

"D... Don't you t-think there's a reason I did what I did?..." Francois slurred almost incoherently, the room going silent to hear his words.

"I-I don't understand. You... all find this place so homely and wonderful. You're all s-stupid if you believe that prophecy. We should be focusing on getting home..." The dirty blonde haired Frenchman managed to explain, a sort of sneer on his face.

"What makes you say that?" Kiku questioned, moving closer to the 2p's after having inspected the bottles.

"I won't answer to one of you." Francois hissed, anger filling his garbled tone. The 1p's looked slightly taken aback at the anger and the words, Kiku going to stand beside Arthur and Alfred, both whom were watching silently.

Without missing a beat, Luciano jumped in.

"You won't answer to him? Fine then, answer to me?" The Italian's tone was already irritated, eyes boring onto the half-sitting half-slumped figure.

"You really don't understand do you? W-We can't stay here. Yet here you all are acting as if this is normal. This is not our world! You all are so infatuated with this place that you'll never want to leave?! H-Have you considered that? That group of nation's are slowly destroying us, don't you see it!" The lilac eyed male explained, tone fierce and full of fire.

"I don't believe that. None of us do." Oliver explained softly, hands remaining on his figure.

"If anything Francois, they've brought us together. I can't remember the last time any of us wanted to even be in each other's presence, and yet here Luciano and Oliver are standing in the same room, side by side. If that doesn't tell you something, then I'm not sure what will." Matt explained loudly, trying to get his point across.

Knowing that they weren't going to be able to get anything out of the Frenchman, Arthur, Alfred and Kiku decided to go back downstairs and share what they had heard so far.

The group of 2p's watched them leave, understanding what they had in mind.

"Finally... They've gone. I can't stand to be in their presence. W-Who do they think they are? Interfering with us. I hate them... I hate them so much. I will never bond with that stupid blonde." Francois explained with a slur. The anger had yet to leave his expression. Before him, Oliver watched sympathetically, however he was upset at his actions. Matt was less sympathetic, however, Luciano was furious.

"You can't mean to tell me that you created this fucking mess just because you hate them?" The Italian let out an angry laugh. "Seriously, tell me you're joking. You'd be so selfish to tear down our relationships just to please your ignorance?" Luciano's tone grew angrier and angrier, his magenta eyes glaring at the drunk in front of him.

"You need to calm down." Matt explained, placing a hand on the smaller male's shoulder. The Italian just brushing it off.

"Yes. O-Oh, that's right, did I hurt your feelings? I remember how much you struggled to get along with the others because of your trust issue-" Francois' tone had been smug. His words had pushed Luciano over the edge though.

"I trusted you with that knowledge as my brother! Stronzo! I hate you!" The magenta eyed Italian screamed, rage taking over as he swung a fist towards the blonde, uppercutting him across the face. Francois slumped backwards, instantly unconscious, nose beginning to bruise and spew blood.

Matt and Oliver stood to the side, shocked by Luciano's actions. Both turned to face the shorter male, who was gripping both sides of his head, conflicted.

"Luciano-" Oliver was interrupted.

"You ever speak about this..." The Italian drawled off, the threat in his voice loud and clear. Both males nodded in complete understanding.

"I'm going downstairs before I stab that asshole." He breathed out heavily, trying to rein in his anger.

"Leave Francois here. We should both go with you. We need to discuss this with all of them." Matt explained, Luciano nodding silently at the doorway.

"But what about his nose?" Oliver muttered in slight worry, baby blue eyes glancing at the blood spewing onto the wooden table, mixing with the wine stains.

"Oh who cares. It's what he deserved anyway. Hurry up." The Italian urged them on.

The group downstairs waiting had been surprised to see Kiku, Arthur and Alfred return downstairs without any of the 2p's.

"We weren't much use up there. He refused to answer us. It didn't help that he had also drank himself stupid." The Brit explained to the curiosity of the room.

"Where he even had access to that much alcohol, I don't know." Kiku shook his head with an exasperated sigh. It had been a long day, a really long day for everyone.

"How much did you find out?" Ludwig asked, wanting an explanation.

"It seems like he has a grudge against us, he seemed to absolutely hate us. He wouldn't even refer to Kiku as a 1p. I don't know what his problem is." Alfred explained simply, a confused expression on his face.

"He also mentioned that he hated what we were doing. Bonding I mean. He hates that both our sides are becoming attached, and feels that you will become too used to this world and won't want to leave." Arthur explained, tone emotionless as he addressed the room.

"Who does he think we are? We aren't mindless idiots. We do understand the situation, and even though your world is nice, we wouldn't just abandon our own because of it." Allen stated loudly with an unbelieving snort.

"Yeah, he's right. We've got our own families and friends back in our world, we wouldn't leave them." Lutz explained warmly. Everyone in the room could agree, well, almost everyone.

"I mean I wouldn't mind not seeing Roland again." Gillen muttered quietly, however everyone still managed to hear him. The 2p's letting out short sniggers and laughs.

"Who's Roland?" Matthew asked, surprising a few with his presence.

"Roland is our version of Austria. He's nice...ish." Lutz sounded unsure.

"Do you mean to tell me that my counterpart and I finally have something in common?! I hate Austria too!" Gilbert was ecstatic, almost screaming. Everyone in the room turning to him, giving him mostly blank looks.

"Anyway. We got somewhat off track." Yao explained, expression emotionless as he turned the conversation back to what it was.

Before anyone could contribute further, Luciano came stomping downstairs, Matt and Oliver following closely behind. Everyone's eyes turning to them, expecting something.

"Don't even ask why he's not with us." The Italian huffed and took a seat beside Lutz and Kuro, tone irritated.

"What happened after we left. Did you discover anything else." Kiku asked interestedly.

"No not really. He didn't say much else save for that he hates you all and will never bond with his counterpart." Matt stated, souring the mood.

"Oh really? Well that's helpful." Francis sighed wearily.

"It might change though, it has to change." Feliciano murmured quietly to the Frenchman.

"He was absolutely fucking wasted. He needs to wake up to his senses." Luciano growled.

"Well it's not exactly like you helped that." Oliver muttered.

"Wait what happened?" Alfred jumped in, curious, as many others were.

"Luciano broke his nose and knocked him out." The rough Canadian explained and everyone turned to look at the slowly reddening Italian. The room becoming silent.

"Hey, he pissed me off. He deserved it anyway, for messing with me. No one messes with me and gets away with it." Luciano stated coldly.

"That's not the only fucking punch he'll be receiving either. Just wait till I get my fists on that asshole..." Lovino drawled off, a cold glare on his face.

"I don't know if I've said this yet but you two are so similar it's not funny." Allen sniggered gesturing to both Lovino and Luciano.

"Shut up Allen, I'm pissed off enough as it is. Don't make it worse." The magenta eyed Italian threatened, glaring at the tanned American.

"Hahaha. I'd like to see you try." The redhead snorted.

"Alright! Stop it. We figured out that all this trouble was Francois' doing. So what do we do now? Because realistically, we need everyone to bond. Like it or not." Matt exclaimed, stilling the conversation.

A silence overcome the room as this thought flooded all the 1 and 2p's minds.

"We'll have to talk to him when he's sober to really figure anything out." Ludwig explained and everyone nodded in agreement.

Alfred suddenly jumped up and grinned.

"Okay well now that that's sorted, who wants to make lunch? I'm starving!"


I really hope you like the chapter and hope that it doesn't sound a bit mismatched because it has been awhile since I've updated, I did go back and reread it though.

Thanks for reading and reviewing. I wrote this chapter last year in 2019 and I wont be editing it until I finish the fanfic.

-Ella