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Though the hall was dark, the outline was clear. It wasn't just an empty doorway Arthur was staring into . It was the faceless head of the man he thought to be dead. Time had seemed to stop as they both sat in silence just staring at each other. Here he sat, face to face, with the man who tried to kill him over a year ago. With the man who wants to not only finish the job, but get rid of his friends and possibly other nations as well. What should he do now? What COULD he do now?

Slowly, Arthur inched his hand closer and closer to Alfred, who still lay asleep and snoring rather loudly, beside him. The more people that were awake in the house, the less of a chance Slender would have to attack them all at once. Of course, he did a pretty damn good job the last time and fighting three people at once. And he could probably handle more than just three people, what everyone witnessed that night was just a small sample of what Slender could do, of that Arthur was sure. Finally, Arthur's hand grazed Alfred's arm. Clutching tightly onto the appendage, Arthur shook the man quickly and he woke up with a start.

"Artie, what the hell, dude? I was-" stopped dead, Alfred's eyes grew wide as he noticed who was standing in the doorway.

Waking Alfred up was a much better situation than facing him alone but it didn't seem to bother the tall fellow. He just stood there, frozen in time. Alfred slowly sat up to get a better look before gulping loudly.

"What should we do...?" the Brit whispered lightly.

"Jump out the window..."

"You're a bloody git!"

'As lovely as ever I see.'

Both tensed at the resounding, echoing voice that belonged to the supposed myth. It had been a year since either of the two had heard it and it was still as horrifyingly scary as they remembered. As the trio lapsed into silence, Arthur never let his gaze falter from the tall man. He looked the same. Arms were hideously long. Face was horrifyingly pale. No eyes or mouth, hell not even a sign he ever had ears. But no sign of the damage they had inflicted on him a year ago. It were as if it never happened. As if Slender was never attacked by the three who risked their lives to save Arthur. The atmosphere in the room was thick and unnerving. Everything was silent. Not a sound could be heard throughout the entire house. Arthur's cat sat on the end of the bed, growling that feral growl that was hardly ever used and hardly like him.

"Dude..." Alfred huffed out, "I'm yellin' for Ludwig..."

Scoffing, Arthur rolled his eyes, "That's bloody reasonable-"

"YO, LUDWIG!"

"How did he even get in here?"

"Like bloody hell if I know, Feliciano and Lovino were the ones sleeping down here, not me!"

"Dudes, stop yellin'! We gotta figure out how to keep him out of here!"

"Stop yellin' my arse. Artie, clearly you 'humble home' isn't safe anymore, we'll have to go some place else."

"I'm not leaving my house, Allistor."

Everyone, aside from Lovino and Gilbert, was awake and arguing about how (if by any means) they could keep Slender from getting in the house. Needless to say, no helpful options opened up and they were arguing in a loop. Everyone would suggest the same thing over and over again and it would turn around into another argument. Obviously there were no way of stopping him, he was practically a ghost. Technically, he had always been one if you count the years he's been 'alive'. Of course, Alfred liked to refer to him as 'ninja Slendy' simply because he hates ghosts and ninjas are 'cool'.

"Where the bloody hell is Conner? Didn't you call him?"

Allistor scoffed, "Of course I bloody called him!"

"Why is everyone fucking yelling..?"

Everyone turned to look at the sleep ridden Lovino who waltzed in drowsily. Rubbing his eye, he looked between everyone who sat in the kitchen currently and was overwhelmed by the feeling that something was wrong. And he knew he didn't even ask what, for something in the back of his mind told him what had happened.

"We need a safe place," Ludwig finally spoke, "Somewhere he doesn't know yet... He's lived in the US, UK, Russia, and obviously my place... So who do we know that would help?"

The room went silent as everyone mulled over the question. Who could they go to that would be both willing to hear them out and take them in? Who was nice enough to not be tempted to call everyone crazy and enjoy the company either way?
Soon, everyone's eyes grew wide as they lit up with the answer.

"Spain!"

Ta da! We're going to Antonio's! :D