Hello, everyone. Welcome back to Slender 2! I want to say that I will be putting all my focus on this sequel as of right now. I've got a lot of things planned for this and if I don't dedicate, it won't get done in time. So, from here on out, anyone reading any of my other stories will have to wait untill this is done! Thank you everyone who has already reviewed, you guys are absolutely amazing! Enjoy the story everyone!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, Slenderman, or the Slenderman Wikis.

"Alfred, why are you in such a hurry?" Matthew called after his brother as he watched him run up the porch steps and to the front door.

Alfred had gotten a call from Arthur when they were on their way home. Matthew was planning on staying the night with the couple and he had been watching Alfred's emotions change from happy, to confused, to upset, to freaked out. The American hadn't answered any of Matthew's questions the whole ride. And Matthew was sure Alfred had run a few red lights on the way.

Said American ran through the front door, calling out for Arthur. Rubbing his temples in frustration, Matthew got out of the car and walked up the three steps to their porch. His eyes glanced around the neighborhood, checking for anyone who might be watching this weird display before walking in and shutting the door. Their house instantly felt weird. There was an atmosphere in the house that gave Matthew the chills. What was going on?

He walked into the living room further, looking around. Alfred had apparently ran up the stairs to check for Arthur, leaving the Canadian downstairs alone. Alone wasn't what Matthew really wanted to be right now though. Rubbing his arms to rid himself of the feeling that someone was watching him, he slowly moved through the living room to the dinning room, on his way to the stairs. A darkness in the mirror beside him caused him to stop. Checking to make sure he saw right, his whole body froze.

There was an extremely tall man standing behind Matthew in the mirror, sporting a rather sadistic smirk, sharp fangs bared. But the man had no eyes or nose, just the mouth. Was this a trick mirror maybe? Arthur was into the paranormal and things like that... As the man disappeared, Matthew let out a sigh, relaxing a bit. But the feeling of eyes on him never left.

"We're leaving," Alfred yelled out as he walked down the stairs quickly, Arthur behind him.

"Leaving?" He looked up to meet his brother's gaze.

"Yeah, leaving, so c'mon."

"You let Matthew in here...?" The Brit sent a glare towards his boyfriend.

Alfred looked back, "No, he let himself in."

"Well, that's just great, Alfred! You know how dangerous he is! What if he goes after Matthew now because he saw him?!" Arthur yelled out.

"He wouldn't! 'Sides, Mattie can take care of himself!"

"Excuse me-"

"How do you know?! Slender wants us all dead, Alfred!"

"Guys-"

"He won't hurt Mattie, alright?! Can we just go, dude?!"

"Al-"

"Sure, let's go now that he's after all three of us!"

"Guys!"

Both blondes turned and looked at Matthew, slightly surprised by the tone of his voice. Matthew shifted a bit under their gaze, but spoke up again, "What's going on?"

"Slender's back..."

Matthew tilted his head in confusion, looking at the two. Who was Slender? And, why was he making his brother and father figure so scared and restless? Matthew had never heard of such a person or thing before, could Slender have been the cause of Arthur's sickness last year when both his mentors and brother missed one of their meetings?

"You never told him?" Arthur looked up at Alfred, crossing his arms.

Said blonde shrugged, "It didn't seem important, so I left it alone."

Arthur stared at the man for a minute before pushing him out the open front door and dragging Matthew along with him. As he told Matthew to get in the back he whipped out his cell and dialed a few numbers, slipping into the passenger seat. Alfred got in the front and started the car, driving off. Matthew looked between the two, wondering where they were going and who or what Slender was.

Ludwig sighed as he laid back in his office chair. He sent Gilbert out hours ago to get food so he could do his work in peace, but as he looked around his quiet study, he silently wished he hadn't. Obviously he'd never admit it out loud, nor to his brother, but he hadn't being alone now. He was too vulnerable. Being alone is exactly what Slender wanted.

The German jumped as his phone went off. God, he was jumpy lately.

"Ja?" He huffed out as he answered.

"I lied."

"Arthur?" Ludwig sat up in his chair, brows furrowed.

"I lied. I have seen him. I've been seeing him a lot lately."

Ludwig blinked a few times, thinking to himself, "Where are you?"

"Me, Alfred, and Matthew are on our way to your place. I suggest you call Feliciano. If we've seen him then I'm sure Feliciano has as well."

With that, the Brit hung up. So he was back. Could that be possible? Francis had shot him that night and they all watched as Slender's ashes blew away in the wind. There was no possible or logical way that this man could be back!

The front door slammed open and loud footsteps could be heard, "West! The most awesome person in the entire world is back!"

Wonderful.. Ludwig got up and walked out into the kitchen where Gilbert was lazily putting things away. The blonde leaned against the door frame to said kitchen as he watched him.

"Arthur and Alfred are coming."

"Why?"

"Just are. That's all you need to know."

Gilbert glared a bit, "If it's about this Slenderfucker business then no. I'm slamming the door in their faces," he growled out, putting up the cans of food faster.

"No, you will not. They're coming to see me, not you. It's not up to you whether or not they can enter my house," Ludwig glared back.

"I live here too, West! If I don't want them in here, then they're not getting in!"

"You only live here because I allow you to. You don't make the rules," The tall blonde huffed out, searching through his contacts for Feliciano's number.

Gilbert let out a small 'tch' as he slammed a cabinet door shut. The albino had been pissed at Arthur and Alfred for a year. Not only had they put Ludwig in danger, but they also almost gave Ludwig over to the man who had been following Ludwig without Gilbert's knowledge. What pissed him off the most was the fact that Ludwig was being stalked as a child and Gilbert had no clue then either. If he were still a nation, he'd have taken Ludwig's phone away and wouldn't allow him to talk to the two for a good long while. But, he wasn't like Lovino. That boy was extremely overprotective... Go figure.

The phone rang loudly as Lovino flipped through channels boredly. He glanced at the loud object, glaring slightly. The screen lit up as Ludwig's name popped up. So he was calling, huh? Lovino looked around the living room for his brother before picking the phone up and hitting ignore. That'll show him!

"Did you just hang up on someone?"

Lovino looked up at Feliciano who stood in the doorway of the hall that led to their bedrooms and the bathroom. He looked between the boy and the phone in his hand, wondering what he could possibly say.

"Eh, it was just that bastard Antonio. I turned my phone off so he'd stop calling me, so he called you."

"Called me? He normally just comes over," The other sighed as he grabbed the phone from Lovino, "Ve~ you liar, it was Ludwig!" he beamed.

Lovino growled as Feliciano hit redial and placed the device up to his ear. He didn't want his brother getting caught up in those bastard's business again. If they were going to be killed by some freakishly tall man, let them.

He watched as his brother walked off into the kitchen to talk. He turned the volume on the television down a bit so he could hear. To bad Feliciano never put it on speaker. He wasn't that stupid. Lovino sighed as he heard the front door shut, knowing full well that Feliciano decided to make the call much more private. Either that or Ludwig had asked him to. Probably didn't want his brother hearing what he had to say. Lovino hated that guy. Always putting Feliciano in harm's way. He'd never admit it, but he didn't want to see his brother hurt. Sure, he was a coward and preferred to run away, but he'd stay with Feliciano no matter what if need be.

After he channel surfed a few more times, the door slammed open as Feliciano ran into his room quickly. Lovino lifted up a brow in confusion and followed slowly behind.

"What the hell are you doing?" Lovino asked as his brother stuffed clothes in a small bag.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it. I just have to go."

"You're not going to that bastard's house!" Lovino yelled out, glaring.

Feliciano looked up finally, "It's an emergency, I have to."

"Then I'm going with you!"

"Look, I know you're worried about m-"

"Haha, worried! Like hell!"

Feliciano tilted his head confused, but decided to say nothing. Instead, he grabbed the bag and his phone and walked pass Lovino to the front door, full ready to leave him here. Ludwig needed him and that's where he was going, whether or not Lovino wanted him to. He'd stayed in this house for far to long.

Lovino cursed under his breath, yelling out for Feliciano to at least wait outside as he shoved random clothes into his own bag. Like hell if his brother was going to Germany alone.

Arthur paced in front of the four who sat on the couch. Once Alfred, Arthur, and Matthew had gotten there, Ludwig had told them everything about his nightmares. Slender was planning for a while to come back and finish what he started. Everything Ludwig had said was everything Arthur witnessed in his dreams as well. As far as Arthur knew, Alfred didn't have nightmares, but that wouldn't stop Slender from killing everyone to get to him and Ludwig.

Gilbert sat on the right side of Ludwig with his arms crossed. He obviously didn't like the fact that the Brit and the obnoxious American were here. And not only that, that wuss of an Italian was coming as well. And everyone seemed to forget about Francis. He was involved as well. What about him?

"We'll have to try to get a hold of that bloody frog, " Arthur finally spoke up, crossing his arms, "I've been trying for a year and he never answers my calls."

"Are we even sure he's alright? He's missed tons of meetings and hasn't sent any paperwork in either. What if-"

"Dude, let's not go there!" Alfred cut Ludwig off, waving his hands.

"I'll call him."

All eyes moved to stare at Gilbert who had been silent untill now.

"What? It's not like I'm saving the world or somethin', though I probably could. It's just a phone call," Said albino shrugged as he pulled his phone out.

He turned it on speaker and sat the device on the coffee table, moving to sit in the floor to be close to it. Finally someone picked up, answering with an almost inaudible 'hn?'.

"Yo, Francy Pants! What's up?"

"Oh, it's you. I was afraid it was one of the others..."

"Got any plans today?"

"Non..."

"You should come over then! I convinced West to finally pull that piece of shit grill out and clean it, so we're gunna use it!"

Silence.

Gilbert sighed, "Come one, you've stayed in that dark old house alone for far to long. Time to get out and do something!"

Francis huffed a bit, "Fine. I'll be there soon."

"Alright!" Gilbert hit end and looked up happily, "Yup, I'm awesome."

Alright! Tell me how I did with Lovino and Gilbert, this is my first time writing for the two so I've never done it before. I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter!

Love, ShuChan