A/N: And here's chapter two. I was bored, and yeah… xD

Enjoy~!

Day 2

It is now 9:30am. Yao is not back yet. I would go on a rampage, but I have to choose a new door for our room first. If Yao is not back by lunchtime, then I will go on a rampage. No one will be spared. NO ONE.

…I meant from questioning. Seriously. I'm not holding a water pipe behind my back or anything. Or maybe I am.

"Yo, Braginski! Ain't'ya worried about Yao?" Feliks asked, during breakfast. His funny little accent combined with his mouth being full of cereal made it difficult to understand what he'd said, but Toris translated.

"Indeed I am," I said solemnly, scowling at my toast. I'd all but forgotten about Yao until Feliks mentioned him just then.

"Don't be, Ivan. I doubt anyone in their right mind would harm Yao. You're quite attached to the bloke, aren't you?" Arthur said gently.

"Ohonhonhon, 'as mon ami Ivan discovered the art of l'amour?" Francis appeared behind me with a boiled egg, and placed a hand on my shoulder. I am not entirely sure whether I like him or not; he talks about a lot of things that I don't understand, but he seems to be a nice person.

"Sod off, Frenchie!" Arthur shouted, attempting to shoo Francis away. "People are trying to eat, for goodness sake!"

Francis looked a bit hurt. I think he likes Arthur, but Arthur doesn't like him. "What do you think I was planning on doing wiz 'zis egg?"

"Considering your past exploits, quite a lot of things. None of which I am going to mention at the breakfast table. I, unlike some, am a gentlemen." Arthur frowned at Francis. I do not know what he meant by exploits and I do not want to know. Francis sat down next to Antonio, his Spanish roommate, and after that breakfast was somewhat peaceful.

Unlike right now. The common room is filled with people who don't have class right now – such as me – and it is very loud. Francis and Antonio are watching TV and making odd remarks with their German friend, Gilbert, while Gilbert's brother looks on disapprovingly. Those Italians that sleep in the room next door to mine are talking with… Kiku! I rushed over to see if he knew anything about Yao.

"Yao-san? No, I haven't seen him since lunch yesterday. Is there something wrong, Ivan-san?" Kiku looked very concerned. Both of the Italians look scared. I don't know why.

"He went out last night and he has not come back yet." I think I was starting to look worried, because the younger of the Italians – Feliciano, I think his name is – smiled at me and patted my shoulder.

"I hope he's OK, Ivan~!" That was odd. I'd never realised how nice Feliciano was; I'd only ever seen him when he was scared, or taking naked siestas.

"Thank-you. So do I." I smiled back at him, and his smile got even wider. His eyes did not appear to be open. Maybe he's tired… Anyway, I saw his brother scowling at me, but when I turned my eyes to him he stopped. It was all very odd. They appear to be exact opposites…

I saw that idiotic site-manager guy coming in with a big book, and followed him. I thought I'd scare him a bit to get revenge for having to sleep in Feliks and Toris' room last night. I hadn't known this beforehand; but Feliks snores. Maybe that's what Eduard meant by noises… But why would that make him embarrassed? I suppose it's a mystery I'll have to solve…

I did an excellent job of scaring the site manager, by the way. I waited until he was standing in the doorway of my room, and then walked right up behind him as quietly as I could – he didn't hear me – and stood with my lips really close to his ear. Then, I started kolkolkol-ing.

Honestly, if it were possible to die of fright, he would have done. As it happens, he dropped the book on his foot and now I have to pay for a cast, but it was worth it. Even that sulky Italian found it funny, and I thought that Feliciano was going to wet himself.

I picked a very nice door for our room. It is like the old one, but has dark wood instead of light wood. It stands out quite a lot, but I like that. It will make it easier to find my way to my room when I'm drunk.

Yao isn't back yet. WHERE IS HE? I need to give him a key for our new door, otherwise he'll never get in… What if he didn't sleep? He's always so angry when he's tired… That's it. I don't have any classes until 1pm, so I've got about three hours to question everyone in the dorms.

Later

Yao isn't back. Kiku, Vash, Ludwig, Gilbert, Arthur, Alfred, Toris, Feliks, Roderich, Francis and Antonio all have alibis:

-Kiku was with someone called Elizaveta, who I do not know, and they were following Arthur and Alfred around. Kiku says that at no point did Arthur or Alfred speak with or even see Yao, either.

-Vash was visiting his little sister in Switzerland and got back at about 2am, so he was tired and angry and tried to shoot me, but I saw a plane ticket so I know he was telling the truth.

-Ludwig was studying in his and Gilbert's room, and the footage from the cameras that I managed to blackmail out of the security guard backs up his claim.

-Gilbert, Francis and Antonio were in a local nightclub. I asked for proof and was presented with three receipts and a sleeping girl who was in Francis's bed. I daren't ask why…

-Roderich had a piano lesson – as the teacher, not the student. His piano student, a small boy called Peter, backed up his claim.

Clearly it was the Italians. They looked scared, after all, and one of them was scowling. I got his name from Kiku – Lovino. I knocked on the door, but no one answered. I tried again, harder, while yelling both their names. Still no answer. I tried the handle, but it was locked. They're clearly guilty; not answering the door, when I can quite clearly hear their radio through the door. So, what could I do but bash the door open with my pipe?

Later

In summary, I broke their door. That's two doors broken in two days, and both have something to do with me.

Also, they weren't actually in there. Feliciano left the radio on because he's careless… I think I should maybe stop invading people's personal spaces.

Oh, and I'm paying for the door. And my water pipe has been confiscated and I STILL CAN'T FIND YAO. All that for nothing. To make matters worse, my guidance counsellor now thinks that I have something against doors.

"I told you, it was Feliks and Toris the first time around!" I cried, burying my face in my hands. The guidance counsellor, a Mr. Smith, started tutting. Kolkolkol…

"Are you sure you didn't do anything to encourage them?"

"Yes! They're just idiots! Believe me…"

"But you clearly meant to destroy the Vargases door, didn't you?" I didn't answer, because it was clearly true. "It doesn't look good for your mental health, Ivan, you have to admit."

"How long do I have to write this diary for?" I interrupted, trying to change the subject away from my mental health, because it takes more time than I have left to analyse that particular topic. "And does it matter that I've just been writing what's happened and a few of my thoughts, and a couple of memories?"

"Of course not; you can write what ever you want. The idea is to get your anger out in a way that doesn't… You know… Destroy doors." Mr. Smith looked a bit uncomfortable, as if he didn't know what he was talking about.

"But how long for? You're not reading it!" I clutched the diary to my chest protectively, glaring at him. I stopped when I realised that I must look pretty ridiculous.

"I don't want to read it. Believe me, I really, really don't. And I should think that a month would be sufficient. Longer if you'd like." After that, I smiled at him and left, all my questions answered. Ivan is happy now. He'd be much happier if his roommate came back, though~

Later

Guess what! It is just after dinner, and Yao is back! I hugged him when I saw him, which caused the table to tip over because we were sitting down at opposite sides of the table. My scarf has bits of pasta on it now… At least it's not the scarf that big sister Katyusha made for me when I was five. I only wear that in the winter, because it's really warm.

I am going to see Francis at half-past seven. Eduard must have told him about the noises and that I do not know what they are, because Francis has told me that he will explain everything to me. I'm quite excited, in a way. It will be a chance to get to know Francis a bit better, and I get to learn stuff, too. I told Feliks and he just sniggered at me.

"Like, how have you got to the age of twenty without knowing about the birds and the bees? Braginski, I'm like, two years younger than you and I know more!" Is what he said. I am puzzled by this. Clearly, Feliks keeps birds and bees in his room. I am sure that this is against the rules…

I mentioned this to Yao. He muttered something about not wanting to be Francis and wandered off somewhere. I still don't know where he was last night. I'll ask when I'm alone with him; he might not want to talk about it when Feliks and Toris are around.

Anyway, I just knocked on Francis's door. It was opened by Lovino, who immediately scowled at me. I gave him my nicest smile. "Good evening, is Francis in?"

"You broke our door, bastard!" He tried to close the door, but Feliciano pulled him away.

"Don't be mean, Lovino! I'm sure he's a nice guy really~!" Feliciano smiled at me. "Let's go have some pastaaaaaaa~!" The two Italians ran off; Lovino looked a lot happier at the mention of having pasta. I am glad.

"Bonjour, Ivan," Francis purred, "sorry about that; 'zose two 'ave 'ad to stay 'ere tonight, and mon cher Lovi doesn't like me very much… Come in, come in!"

I walked into Francis's room. It wasn't as cluttered as the one I was currently sleeping in, which has furniture haphazardly crammed in, with clothes scattered all over the floor and someone's bed blocking part of the bathroom door. Instead, it looked as if it had just been tidied up. Suspicious if you ask me, but no one seems to want to.

"Where's Antonio?" I ask, finding it polite to enquire about Francis's roommate before he gives me a biology lesson.

"With Gilbert, 'e 'eez failing German." Francis replied, gesturing for me to sit down on one of the beds, before sitting on another one. "Right, let us start from 'ze beginning. Do you know where babies come from?"

"Not really…" I admitted. No one has ever told me about things like that; I suppose everyone expected that I'd find out sooner or later. But how can I find out when no one wants to tell me? Finally, I might be getting some answers.

"Oh mon Dieu..."Francis sighed.

Later

It is 10pm. I am in bed, because there is nothing else better to do; I paid Eduard to do my maths homework, Yao is in the shower and I think Feliks and Toris might be in the common room.

Francis did an excellent job, I have to say. The only way he could have all that knowledge is if he has a lot of experience… That explains why he's never in class, I suppose…

So now I know what Feliks and Toris are doing~ I didn't really expect that, I thought they were just friends. It explains Feliks's skirts, though. He must be the girl in that relationship. Francis explained that to me, too. I think I might need to bleach my brain… It was all a bit graphic. Now I cannot get images out of my head, and I'd rather like to go to sleep.

Oh well. I'll just think about vodka; that always helps. Goodnight!