We live in what I like to call the 'Mixing Pot of the World'. It's a gated community filled to the brim with different races, cultures, and religions. Truth be told, aside from my brother and I, there isn't any one from the same nationality here.

Let's start some place easy… Hmm… Well… There's the four men living next door. Francis, the perverted French man, Arthur, the magic obsessed Brit, Alfred, the loud and obnoxious American, and his twin brother, Matthew, the shy and quiet Canadian(And one of my best friends). Okay, so how the whole twin-brothers-but-from-different-countries thing works, is that tey were separated at birth. Apparently their mother died giving birth to the two of them, and their dad had died in an accident months before… So Francis and Arthur's parents(They don't have the same parents in case you were wondering…) new the couple well and, even though they didn't want to, had to separate the two. Francis's family taking custody over Matthew and Arthur's family taking custody over Alfred… Of course, when he was 18, Arthur's parents were killed, being only two years older than Alfred and of legal age, he decided to take custody over Alfred. But of course, apparently he flipped, ran away from home and some shit.. Hell, I don't pry.

And since I don't pry, I don't really know the details of their reunion, but Matthew said that apparently they reunited a couple years back and moved here with Arthur and Francis… Heaven knows why, but whatever.

Anyways, there is also the 'Asian' house hold. A Chinese man named Wang Yao along with his four siblings live there, and let me tell you… They make quite the racket. I don't pry, so really, I only really know two members of the house hold. Yao, as I previously mentioned, and a Japanese man named Kiku Honda, who is also my brother's best friend. Really, I could care less about the rest. Not only in that house, but the rest of the community, but you know. People like being friendly and making friends. My brother for example.

Down the lane a little is quite the… disturbing household. It's occupants consist of a creepy Russian man named Ivan, his adoptive sisters Katyusha, a hot Ukranian woman with the BIGGEST, ROUNDEST, most PERFECT breasts I have laid eyes on… Oh, and the other sister, Natalia, and I must say, she is also quite the gorgeous one. With her long, blonde hair and perfectly sculpted features… Those two are just to die for, but it's not like I can get anywhere close to them… Did I mention they have a creepy ass older brother? Well they do. He really freaks me out. It's like he secretes creepy crap from his body or something.

Then there is Potato home(as I have proudly named it) full of annoying, super macho potato filled Germans. Well, it's mostly the younger brother, Ludwig who is the problem. Why? Why? He's fucking German. Germans are gross and potato lovers… Okay, I know that's not a legitimate reason, but oh well. The fucking guy just rubs me the wrong way. Everytime I see him I have this unexplainable urge to bitch slap/talk him. Fucking ass, dirtying my gated community with his macho potato disgusting it. Anyways, the older potato, Gilbert, is actually one of my closest friends. He's a pretty good guy once you get past the loud, obnoxious exterior that is his ego.

There is also that loud and obnoxious Nordic house hold a couple houses down. Don't you even get me started on them… Seriously, don't. I know nothing about them except they're a bunch of drunks and the eldest, a Danish man, has a loud mouth and is usually drunk. He's alright… most of the time.

Oh, not to mention that married couple a few streets down. A stuck up, piano playing Austrian named Roderich, and a crazy, pan wielding Hungarian named Elizaveta. I don't understand how either of them are still sane. They receive daily prankings from Gilbert. Personally, I would have gone nuts the first goddamn week of that shit.

Alright, back on topic here. I don't plan on getting into any more detail than I already have in one sitting. I'm not going to tell you about every single last person/family in one run. Nope, not gonna happen. I don't have time f or that…

But… there IS one more person I want- should- inform you about.

Antonio

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo is sort of my adoptive brother, only I don't think of him as such. When our grandfather died, we were both, my brother and I- adopted by different families. Although, we did stay within the boundaries of the community, so it was okay. As you can probably tell, Antonio's family took me in, but Roderich's family took in Feliciano. We lived on opposite sides of the community, so we didn't get to see much of each other, but that's okay because my brother was a dipshit ditz back then. Still is. Anyways, being so young, we never really got to see each other when we wanted to, but like I said, it was okay. Not to mention I had to put up with an overly happy Spanish family with, like, a million children. Okay, not really that many, but it was still a lot in my eyes. At first, I kind of rejected them, constantly causing m to shut myself up in my room, and mostly because almost all of the other kids that I was rotten. Almost.

Yep, that's right, happy-go-lucky Antonio was the only one who constantly knocked on my shut door with that overly positive attitude of his. He was the one who got me to open up to his siblings and kind of, sort of, bond with my new family. I'm incredibly grateful and I think I might've fallen in love with him at some point… But those feelings have been long buried and I've moved on once I realized our relationship would never be anything more than close friends or family. In fact(after I had accepted my gay sexuality) I found myself a boyfriend. His name is-

"Doctor Vargas, you have a call on line three, Doctor Vargas, call on line three," The obnoxiously loud female voice of the intercom reverberated in my small office room, braking off my train of thought. With a grumbled curse, I picked up my phone and connected to line three, glaring at the smooth wooden surface of my desk all the while.

"What?" I demanded through my teeth the moment the two lines were connected, letting a bit of my venomous attitude seep into my voice. I hope whoever was on the other end of the phone realized what they have done. I hope they realize the have invoked my fury and that they are currently quaking in their boots… or… heels… depending on whether they were male or female… with fear.

"Kesesesese, I see you're in a good mood Doc," An annoyingly sarcastic German voice announced from the other line.

"Gilbert?" I asked, all of my former fury leaking out of me almost as soon as it was invoked. Well this is certainly a surprise(not). A pleasant one at that.

"The one and only!" The albino man chuckled.

"Wh-what do you want?" I demanded a bit more irritably than I'd like, but oh well. He embarrassed me, thinking he was some dipshit coworker bugging me with useless crap… getting me all angry for nothing…

"What? Is it a crime to call up my boyfriend while he's at work and see how he's doing?" He asked, I could hear the fake pout in his voice and practically see it. Oh, and I guess I should re-explain our relationship a bit. Yeah, we're dating, I got interrupted before I could really explain it, so I guess this is the best opportunity to get in a quick little bit of info. It happened about two years ago, we were both in love with somebody and were trying our best to make them jealous. So one night, the two of us were extremely drunk and pour out our secrets. So we decided, hey, why don't the two of us 'hook up' to make our crushes jealous? So we hooked up, yet nothing changed. The opposite in fact. They fucking cheered us on and promised to 'support us every step of the way'. So, after three weeks of this shit, we were all hanging out when I got an idea. And that idea was just to up and kiss Gilbert and see how they react. It was our first kiss, and well it changed everything. We both kind of felt 'sparks', it was crazy.

Our crushes really didn't matter as much to us anymore, and they never did seem to get jealous. So here we are, two years later and still going strong… I think. I have to admit, dating Gilbert was probably the best decision of my life- okay no. Buying that hot dog the other day was- but that's seriously off track. Let's just get fucking back to the phone call now.

"Well, yeah kind of, seeing how I am indeed working, and I could, oh I don't know, be in the middle of surgery or some shit," Okay, that was a lie and we both knew it, but we both also knew I had a point. "… Anyways, I really didn't expect you to call me…"

"Of course you wouldn't! Just as a surprise from the awesome me should me! Unexpected!" Okay, he totally ignore my first statement. Bastard.

"Listen Gilbert, I really I have to go. A… uh… patient needs me.. Yeah, a patient needs me," I said suddenly, looking at the digital clock on my desk with wide eyes. Crap, it's almost time.

"Again?!" He huffed loudly. "Fine, but uh… remember to come by my place tonight, okay? I, uh, have to talk to you, Okay, bye," And he hung. Is it just me, or did he sound really nervous. The Awesome Gilbert is never nervous… I feel like I should be suspicious about this, but I'm going to give him the benefit of the doubt and just continue with my day.

I checked my clock once last time with a frown 3:48 I had twelve minutes until I had to be I had to be at the examining room. Until then, I should get a snack to eat and something to wash it down with… I hate this part of the day…

Testing,

Every day at 4:00 pm, I go down to the old examining room to test the progression of my disease. So far, there has been little to no changes, but I'm still in the early stages of it. There is still a chance for it to either stop completely(which is extremely unlikely and mostly impossible), or take a drastic turn for the worse.

… And I'm not exactly sure which I'm hoping for…

I quietly left my office and headed for the vending machine that was just down the hall. I took a couple dollars out from my pocket, fed it into the machine, punched in a couple numbers, and watched as my bag of Chex Mix spun of it it's rungs and land with a soft thud into the retrieval basin below. I quickly grabbed my snack and began munching on the salty contents as I made my way to the drink machine further down the hall. Why were the machines set up in such a fucktard manor? I don't fucking know, I just work here.

Anyways, when I finally arrived at the machine and got my drink, it was 3:56. I had to hurry and occupy the examining room before anybody else tries something funny and gets it before me…

I opened my drink and took a long swig as I headed for the elevator, my mouth quite dry from the saltiness of my snack. Rootbeer, yum. Anyways, I got in the elevator which just so happened to be conveniently open with only one other occupant. And what's even luckier, she(yes she was a girl) was headed to the first floor as well. I glanced at the girl and mentally sighed. In relief, mind you. She was just a regular visitor. If she were another doctor or nurse, she might've tried to strike up a conversation with me. Ask me where I'm headed, what I'm up to, how the weather's been at my place, poke and prod into my personal boundaries. Nope, not going to happen, I absolutely refuse… anyways, this ride shouldn't be too long, we were just on the 3rd floor, after all. It should be a three minute ride at max- oh hey, we're here.

I let out another mental sigh and quickly exit the elevator, heading straight for the examining room. Marching through the lobby, past the front desk, and over to my desired location- like a pro if I do say so myself. Not even bothering to knock, I opened the door, stomped into the room and almost immediately froze… one of the privacy curtains around the beds were drawn back… someone was in here. Other than me, of course.

Okay, don't freak out. Just take a deep breath, walk over to the counter, release the breath, go about your daily business- oh wait. I fucking can't because some douchebag is here in the room with me.

Okay, don't flip out on the mystery man/woman. Oh hey- what was that sound… sounds like… curtains… yes definitely curtains being drawn. What the hell.

I turned towards the sound with a poker face, expecting a nurse to be leaving whoever was dealing with their shit to deal with it while he/she goes off to get a doctor. Like myself. Hell, he/she'd probably try to get me to look as the poor sucker. But hell, was I wrong.

"L-Lovi?" A terribly familiar voice croaked and I turned completely around to face the 'stranger'.

Hell. That's no stranger, oh my God, it's fucking Antonio.

A/N

Hahaha, cliff hanger time

I'm such a bad person. Updatingg after who knows how long, only to leave it with a cliff hanger. Feel free to murder me. Haha.

Okay, but in all seriousness, I'll seriously try to commit in updating at least 2 or 3 times a month

I know that really doesn't sound appealing, but until summer rolls around, that's all the wiggle room I currently have. 3 Okay, see you all in the next chapter, si~?