Hey there everyone, hope you've been looking forward to this chapter!

Last chapter- Dylan vowed to come to the next meeting and Arthur admitted he wasn't in love with anyone.

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Arthur strolled through the hallway leading to the meeting room at a slow pace. Truthfully, he was dragging his feet because he didn't want to go into a room where he would be treated like a piece of meat. The meeting was in Canada this time around, he stopped to admire the snow covered trees outside a wide window. He was clearly stalling.

A pair of hands covered his eyes and Arthur stiffened in surprise.

"Guess who"

A grin slowly stretched across Arthur's face.

"Hello Dylan."

"Aww! You got me, no fair little brother!"

Arthur chuckled as his brother removed his hands and gave him a huge cheeky grin.

"So, why are you stalling. Are you afraid those big bad nations are going to eat you all up? Well, don't worry, big brother is here now!"

Arthur shook his head at Dylan, rather amused by his brother's childish nature.

"Don't be ridiculous Dylan, I just don't want to have to entertain people who don't have even the most basic knowledge of classical literature."

"Oh get of your high horse Artie, just admit it- you're afraid!"

"I am not!"

"Bawk bawk bawk you chicken!"

"Shut up Dylan! I am fed up of you treating me like I'm a child!" Arthur snapped, storming away in silence.

"Haha, he's so cute when he's angry. Well, at least he's going inside now. Cowardice doesn't suit you little brother."

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Everyone looked up with a start, ready to complain when the door was forced open only to see a furious Arthur stalk towards the seat between Feliks and Matthew.

"What's your problem aru?" Sniffed Yao haughtily. It was his own fault that Arthur wasn't friends with him- he was the one who fucked things up.

"Nothing" Arthur hissed.

"Don't take your mistakes out on me." Yao snapped back at him.

Ivan was staring at Arthur dreamily and Feliciano was watching the exchange with clear fascination. Honestly, Feliciano is a little bit of an adrenaline junky. He thinks Arthur is really sexy when he's angry.

"My mistakes? I'm sorry but have I ever drunk dialled you? I don't think so. Besides, it was your own fun for getting so drunk. You're being a bit hypocritical don't you think Yao?"

"Hahaha Artie got you there Yao!" Alfred laughed obnoxiously in the background, feeling left out of the conversation.

"Don't you start Alfred, you're just as bad as he is."

Matthew tugged at Arthur's sleeve, trying to get him to calm down before he said something that he would regret.

Then, Dylan walked in.

All hell broke loose.

"What are you doing here?" Asked Francis resentfully. He should have known his lapin wouldn't be angry without any good reason. Dylan was always the truly manipulative one.

"Aw, didn't you miss me?" He giggled.

"Did anyone?" Snapped Francis. Having Dylan around always ruffled his feathers.

"That's rude! Arthur missed me!"

"Oui, until you said something cruel to him to get him to act in accordance with your plans." Francis replied displeased.

"Oh come on! When have I ever done anything to hurt Arthur! I love my brother!"

"You have a funny way of showing it Dyl." A distinctly feminine voice with clear disapproval in it.

"Alana! No way! Now we just need Bran Bran and Ally and the whole gang will be here!"

"You are acting really strange today Dylan... Did you by any chance accept some biscuits from a certain Australian?"

"Eh? How did you know!"

"Damn, I was hoping you had just woken up on the wrong side of the bed."

Alana shrugged, moving into the seat beside Feliks and opening her folder. She'd found the cause, if they accepted the food they were idiots.

"Auntie, is it really okay to just leave things like this...?"

"Yes, I think it's for the best. Maybe it'll give people the guts to tell Arthur how they feel."

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During the break Alana dragged Arthur into a closet to explain the situation.

"...So the food contains a truth spell?" Frowned Arthur.

"Yup!"

"So why didn't you tell everyone not to eat the bloody biscuits?" He asked incredulously.

"Entertainment."
"What?"

"You'll see."