A/N: Sorry this is a couple days late. I ended up sick. Well here is the last chapter. It is a kind of closure chapter ... probably not my best...most defiantly not my worse...all I can say is ending a story is very hard for me.
Also, if you liked this why not check out some of my other works. I am currently working on finishing Childish Matters but it might be a little while, so please be patient with me.
Hope you enjoy anyways. Bye!
Chapter 12: Of Notes and Adventure
It had been nearly a week since the night in the forest. Everyone seemed to be getting back to normal. They were back in school and trying to push the memories far behind them.
During their literature class, things were slow and boring. Gilbert folded up a piece of paper and carefully passed it over to Alfred who was seated diagonally from him.
Alfred accepted the paper and unfolded it.
Yo, how's Birdie doing? –Prussia.
Yet again they were falling back to codenames. The outgoing teen scribbled down an answer before passing it back.
He only has to use one crutch now. He still has nightmares every night though. We're going to have lunch with Vlad to seek help. –America
Gilbert frowned and looked at Alfred. The other teen pointed to Arthur and made a gesture like a wand. So, the albino scribbled something on the note and passed it to Arthur.
You think Vlad can fix Birdie's bad dreams? I worry about the trauma he's been through. –Prussia
The Brit sighed. He too was worried about their Canadian friend and the lasting effects of the misadventure they had that night. He had teamed up with Vlad and Lukas to make a potion to help him out.
We are sure that this potion we've got mixed up for Matthew will help him at least be able to sleep easier. –England
At lunch the group sat together and Vlad went over the instructions for Matthew to follow when taking the potion.
"Make sure you only put two drops in a glass of warm tea right before you go to bed," Vlad told the tired looking Canadian, as he handed the younger teen a small vial that held the potion. "It will block out any and all thoughts that will bring on dreams from that night."
"Okay," Matthew nodded as he yawned.
As the friends chatted and ate their lunch, a small group of their classmates walked by. They over heard their conversation which seemed to peak the groups interest.
"Non. I am telling the truth. It is haunted." Francis had exclaimed.
"The old manor isn't haunted, aru." Yao chided. "Ghosts aren't real."
"Brother," Kiku said disapprovingly, "listen to him. It might change your mind."
Soon the group of three had disappeared across the cafeteria.
Gilbert turned back to the group with a mischievous grin. "Haunted, huh?"
"No, Gil," Matthew scolded.
"Come on, Mattie," Al urged jokingly. "It's not a forest and those three won't be doing any magic."
"No." Mattie grumbled. But he knew before long they would be stepping into the abandoned house.