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Book upon book was thrown from the shelves as the four UK nations looked through each of them. None of them held any clue about how Slender could be killed again or how he even came back to begin with! And on top of that, none of the books even touched the subject of Matthew's sudden comatose state. All of these books were pretty much useless. Not a single one held any valuable information about what they could do to prevent Slender from at least finding them, let alone killing him again.

Arthur sighed as he sat down at the chair that was in front of his desk. He silently rubbed his temples, knowing full well a headache was about to start. Today just got worse and worse by each passing second and not even his own brothers could help him! Arthur knew Slender wasn't human. Killing him the first time was rather difficult and he himself was sure he was going to die, and killing a nation isn't an easy thing do to. But Slender was so powerful then so obviously he would be powerful, if not more, now.

"Look, we'll find something, alright? I'll go home and gather my books and come back, alright?" Conner announced, looking over at Arthur.

"What does it matter? Nothing seems to know anything about him and now I've dragged you three into it and he's probably already bloody followed us here!"

Allistor let out a puff of air as he slammed his book shut, "Can't we just shoot his arse or something? Isn't that what you guys did before?"

"Yes, but we found his weakness. I highly doubt he'd let something like that be his downfall again."

"Got a point..." Dylan agreed as he glanced over at Allistor.

"This is all just a bunch of bullshit!" the Scot called out, pushing the book off his lap and into Conner's waiting arms.

While mumbling about treating the books with more respect, Conner went over to the bookcase and placed a few of them back. They had been in here for hours while the others stayed in the living room attempting to wake Matthew or glancing out the window for Slender. Or, in Feliciano's and Lovino's cases, hiding. Yes, today was indeed horrible.

"Dudes..."

All four nations looked over at the door of the study, spotting Alfred sporting a rather serious face. Alfred looked between the four of them before resting his eyes on Arthur, "I think Matthew is trying to wake up, but he keeps talking in his sleep..."

"Excuse me..?" Arthur asked, furrowing his brows.

"C'mon, I'll show you."

The four brothers looked between each other before following said American to the living room. Francis, Ludwig, Feliciano, and Lovino were all crowded around Matthew, mumbling to each other. Arthur pushed his way through to get to the boy, gently sitting beside him on the couch to see what was wrong with him as his brothers joined the crowd around the couch.

Matthew was indeed mumbling something, but Arthur wasn't sure what. Bending down to hear better, he shushed everyone around him as he concentrated on Matthew's voice. While listening to what appeared to be incoherent rambling, Arthur's eyes widened as he realized what exactly Matthew was muttering.

"Der Großmann

Oh, should I travel through the woods.

Or should I not, wishing I should.

For above me lurks within the trees

No one could hear my deathly screams."

"The bloody hell...?"

"The palest man, the blackest suit.

Bigger than the tallest brute.

Six black arms will grab you up.

Or stalk you till you just give up."

Arthur blinked back tears as he listened closer, trying to remember every word, knowing the others would ask him what Matthew was saying once he was finished. He readjusted himself to hear the rest of this creepy poem, one of which he knew neither him nor Francis taught the boy.

"A top hat bares upon his head.

Makes your soul fill up with dread.

He takes you when you least expect.

Boil you up and eat your neck.

He'll leave your body, not to eat.

But staple your corpse on a tree.

Fear the man, the slender man.

For he can do what no one can."

The Brit slowly sat up after Matthew stopped talking. Green eyes stared down onto the pale face of the Canadian, filling up with unshed tears. Never in his life had he heard a poem such as this. Where had Matthew heard it? Slender wasn't talking through him, was he? Could he do such a thing? He looked up into the expectant faces of the other nations crowded around him and the now sleeping Matthew. As he blinked away the tears, he cleared his throat wondering if he should repeat what he just heard.

Like I said, another chapter is coming to make up for my lack of updates! I had to make an apology for being such an ass-hat and not updating anytime soon, so here it is! Thank God my writer's block is gone, I can finally update. Hope everyone enjoyed this chapter as well. Reviews make me happy!

Love, ShuChan