Hey, so I have finished writing out the story on paper…it's just a matter of uploading them now. WARNING: I feel like the next few chapters are…well, like walking through mud -.-' I'm sorry if they feel that way to you too! So here is the latest chapter, this one isn't too bad, I think . This chapter is filling in on what France is up to…not that any of us want to know about THAT in-depth, but it leads into a new problem…so keep your eyes open! ;)

Francis Bonnefoy

"Have you even called yet?" Feliciano asked as he sat beside me.

I shook my head, "I have nothing to say to Angleterre."

He sighed and leaned forward, "I'm hungry…"

I looked over at him and smiled, "You're always hungry."

He shook his head and looked at me, "I still think you should call him. It's what I do when…"

"What is it this time?" I asked him pointedly as I stood.

He shook his head again, "Don't change the subject. Just call him Fra- What?"

I was looking down at my little brother, "Since when are you so serious?"

Feliciano laughed, "It only happens when I'm really hungry."

I began laughing with him, "Well don't tell Germany that or you'll never see food again."

"Ve~ what is that supposed to mean?"

I smiled wider and headed into the kitchen, purposely avoiding his question, to start dinner. I wouldn't want Feliciano to starve himself into a scholar…

I had started to set the stove so that the water would boil when I heard someone pounding on my door.

My heart beat quickened.

"Ve~ did you invite someone over Francis?"

Neither of us had time to open the door before it burst open and fell off of the hinges onto the floor, "Are you in here Fratello?"

"Ve~ Romano?" Feliciano walked into the living room to see his brother standing on the door.

"You idiot! What the hell are you doing here with the wine bastard?"

I sighed and turned off the stove before walking into the living room. Hopefully Romano wouldn't break anything else of mine.

"Nice to see you again Romano," I smirked and stretched my hand around him. Three…two…

"Get your perverted hands away from me you drunk pervert!" He shouted, slapping my hands away, "You're no better than that Tomato bastard."

Romano was quickly pushing his brother out the door, which he had propped up in the doorway so it looked like it was attached still. And after cussing more, he left the house in an eerie silence. I hadn't been alone in a while. At first there was nothing, just an empty ringing in my ears. Then it all flooded back... …My hands began to shake as I stumbled into the bathroom.

How long has it been? How long have I felt them there, alone, with him? Are they training? Do they have to fight him off? Are they even there anymore? Has he-

I shook the thoughts from my head, already on the floor in front of the sink.

I have to go back, "I can't."

I need to know if they're ok, "But I don't kn-"

They can't be dead, "I know he wouldn-"

Do I really? My head was hurting from the back and forth movement of my thoughts.

"No. Alfred wouldn't let that happen. Not to him or William, I'm sure." I let my head fall as I heard myself, "He's just a boy…what have I done?"

I ran my hands through my hair, fair passed sickened with myself. If I don't do something, he'll kill both William and Alfred…or himself.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?

There was another knock on my door…right before the sound of it falling over again. It was a lighter knocking, though, and a little quicker than Romano's.

"I'm coming!" I yelled on my way to the doorway, "I hadn't realized I'd become so pop-"

My words stopped abruptly as I walked into the living room and saw the tall figure standing there. He was wearing a long trench coat and a scarf around his neck even though it was warm out.

"Hello. I heard you might be needing of some assistance, ya?"

"Ru-Russia!"

He laughed darkly, "I know someone who can help."

OOoooo…who could Russia possibly know? Can they really help out England? Find out in the next chapter! :D