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"Stay here." Antonio said pointing out the couch.

"It won't be long."

And he left the living room.

"Am I the only one who doesn't trust this place?" Gilbert finally whispered after a few minutes of silence between Francis and him. On the other side of the kitchen door, they could hear spanish.

"Relax my friend. I mean, Antonio is wierd but not a public risk... well, at least, when he isn't driving."

"Yeah, but still. I find this weird. What could he ask his uncle that is so important that even us couldn't listen to?"

As he finished his sentence, the albino instantly got up, starting to walk in the kitchen's direction with the intention of peeking up a little.

"Okai. I agree with you, but still. It's Antonio we're talking about. Maybe he doesn't want us to know the request because you have such a big mou-..."

"Shhhht!" cut Gilbert.

Offended, the tall blond got up too.

"What? Don't you dare SHHHT me Gil!"

Arrived beside the small albino, Francis didn't have time to yell at him, seeing the horrified look on his friend's face.

Surprised, Francis asked:

"Quoi? What is it Gil?"

The white hair teenager just slowly pointed at the two Spaniards talking inside the kitchen. Francis looked inside, but found nothing terrifying in those two. The was just a picture of some guy at their school on the table, what didn't impress him since Antonio was usually looking at him.

Forgetting why he even bothered to get up, Francis just went back to his place on the Spaniard's couch. Gilbert followed him after a moment, still disturbed.

"Okai Gil, what's wrong?" the Frenchman said in a sigh.

It took a while before the Prussian finally answered:

"Tonio. Shoot. Killer...!"

"What? It doesn't make any sense... Can you at least try talking in English?"

Slowly retrieving his mind, he whispered:

" I think Antonio's uncle's a killer... I followed a little bit of their conversation with what i knew in spanish. I heard the words follow, shoot, important, informations and stuff... Well, that's about what I could understand out of this machiavellian language."

"It's only spanish, Gil." Francis was starting to get annoyed.

Ignoring what his friend had just said:

"Well, he then got out a picture of a guy at school. I think it's no coïncidence, Francis, why wouldn't he want us to hear his conversation? Why would he speak in spanish? And why would he talk about shooting some random little dude?"

"Well, you know, Antonio is from Spain so it's normal if he's speaking spanish. Also, maybe that he knew you so well that he didn't want you to peek on his conversation like you just did. I just can't explain about the Italian guy."

"Exactly! There's nothing that could explain this but my hypothesis!"

"Whatever. I don't think Tonio would like to kill him.. He's always staring at him..." Francis calmly told his friend while grabbing his nose arc.

"Well I do. Spanish people are weird and evil."

He then shut up as Antonio got out of the kitchen, his uncle behind him.

Noticing his best friend's look, Antonio surprisely let out:

"What's wrong Gil?"

The albino not responding, Francis answered at his place:

"Uhh... he's.. uh... Allergic to this couch... so he... he doesn't fell well right now."

"Oh. Okai then. Shall we go?"

"It would be really nice."

Turning to his uncle, Antonio just happily said:

"Okai then. Bye uncle! Thank you again for what you'll do for me~! "

At those words, Gilbert looked at his blond friend in panic making the tall Frenchman facepalm in despair.

"What am I gonna do with you...?" He think to himself.