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Francis sighed as he pulled into the drive of Gilbert's shared home with Ludwig. Well, it wasn't really Gilbert's house, but he talked about it as if it were. So, to settle all the fighting, everyone else just says it's Gilbert's house.

The tall blonde walked up the steps and knocked on the door, freezing when it opened slightly. So, did they randomly always keep their front door open? Shrugging, he entered, wiping his feet on the small rug there. He walked into the living and looked around puzzled. Where were they? Clearly they couldn't already be outside, could they?

Deciding to check anyway, he walked for the back door and opened it, pausing when he saw who was there. The two people he didn't want to see. He spent a full year avoiding them and he wasn't sure if he were ready to face them.

"Hey, you made it!" Gilbert smiled over at the man standing on the porch.

The others looked up, all their eyes meeting. Francis looked at each of them and turned to leave, going back through the door and into the house.

"Francis, stop!" Arthur followed, grabbing the man's wrist before he could reach the front door, "You can't keep avoiding me forever!"

"Like hell, get off me."

"Why are you acting like this? Shouldn't it be me avoiding you?" Arthur huffed out.

"Exactly, that's my problem! How are you not pissed at me? You're pissed at me for little things that hardly ever matter and now that I've endangered your life, you're okay with it?"

Arthur, a bit taken aback, cleared his throat before responding, "Look, this time, it wasn't really your fault. I can't blame you for this."

"Why not? You blame me for everything else. If I hadn't kicked the ball, he would have never seen you, and I can't stop thinking about it. I'm sorry, but I can't face you right now..." Francis shook his head before turning to leave again.

"God dammit, Francis, I'm trying to talk to you!" Arthur yelled out, following again.

"Well, I don't want to talk to you!"

"Stop running away, for once in your life!"

Francis stopped mid-way to his car. He didn't want to be here. The longer he was out of his house and near Arthur, the worse he felt.

"Everytime one of us talk to you or a conversation becomes too much, you leave! Grow up, Francis! There's a time for sulking and there's a time for acting like an adult and right now, I need you to act like an adult..."

Sighing, Francis turned to face to shorter blonde, their eyes connecting. For the first time in a year, Arthur stood in front of the man who he begrudgedly had to thank for having a hand in saving his life. They stood in silence for a while before either of the two spoke up.

"He's back, Francis. And I needed to talk to you. That's why Gilbert called you."

"Back...?" Francis questioned, "How..?"

The blonde shrugged in his response, "I don't know. He's been contacting me and Ludwig through dreams again."

Francis sighed, looking at the ground for a minute before sporting a rather dashing smile, "How can I help?"

Feliciano walked up the porch steps to the front door, turning to see if Lovino was following. Said Italian was sitting in the car still, arms crossed. obviously he didn't want to be here. And he didn't want Feliciano to be here either. But, it was his decision to follow. Just as it was Feliciano's decision to come. Lovino didn't have to!

The other boy let out a sigh as he watched his brother pout in said car. He'd rather not fight tonight. He hated fighting. Plus, two Italians starting a fight with each other on a German man's front porch would look rather silly and probably cause a few unwanted people to join. And that fact scared Feliciano. A lot. So, he'd just let his brother pout it out.

He turned and opened the door, walking in silently. The noise from the TV was playing faintly in the living room and Feliciano assumed everyone was in there. He placed his bag down and walked in through the arch way and looked at everyone. They were all glued to the television screen and hadn't even noticed his entrance.

"Ve~ Guys, I'm here!"

No response.

"Guys?"

Silence. Feliciano decided to turn his attention onto said device and froze.

'And, as seen here, the police are currently trying to identify the body of a local man who was found dead in the woods earlier this week. Witnesses say they found him while hiking attached, literally, to a tree with a note pinned to his clothing. The police say there are currently no suspects in the case, but the note is pointing to two people that they believe are some how related, native Ludwig Beilschmidt and British man Arthur Kirkland. If anyone knows the location of these two men, please contact authorities as soon as possible.'

Dun dun dun! Seems Slender's calling them out, eh? What'll they do now? Guess you'll have to wait :D. Hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. I worked hard on it D:.

Love, ShuChan