Matt had a plan. He would get back to the world of the living this way, he could get out of this freak-show called the world of the dead. Sure, he wasn't big on tricking Akbar, but he was determined to get back home.

"You know, maybe you should meet them. Since we're, you know, married," Matt said, waving one of his hands nonchalantly. The Silverette next to him nodded in understanding.

"Alright, where are they buried?" Akbar asked, tilting his head to the side.

Matt shifted his eyes up. "They're, well, still alive. So. . ." He trailed off.

Akbar simply gave a small "Hmm" in response. They spent a moment thinking before Akbar gave an actual proper response. "Oh, we could go to Arthur," He suggested.

Matt cocked an eyebrow. "And Arthur is . . .?" He questioned.

"He's a magic user. Maybe he has something that could help," Akbar explained, shrugging.

oOo

They walked down a worn old road next to each other, a silence settling between them. There was a question gnawing at Matt though. What were the specifics of Akbar's death? Was it rude to ask? If he was going to be stuck here forever, he'd like to know a little more about the weird white-haired man he was stuck with. All he knew, truth be told, was that Akbar had been tricked into eloping with a bad man and had paid the price. Matt wanted to know more, so he decided to ask.

"Akbar?" He asked, getting the silverette's attention. Akbar turned to him and tilted his head, a gesture that seemed common for him.

"Hmm?" Akbar responded simply.

Matt took a deep breath before asking his question. "Would it bother you if I asked to know more about your death?" He tried to make it sound as casual as possible. It came off a little awkward sounding to him.

Akbar bit his lip before sighing. "Well, I guess it doesn't matter much. It happened when a man came from another village. He was very handsome, very smart. He found out about my sexuality, and it turned out he didn't . . . appreciate it. . ." It was here Akbar stopped talking, looking down at his feet as they walked.

Matt wasn't sure what to say. The only thing on his mind was the storyline of what he had been told. Akbar had been tricked into eloping, thinking he loved the man.

"Wow, you kinda walked into that one, didn't you?"

What. The Hell.

Matt immediately slapped his hand over his mouth, his eyes widening. What was that, Matt!? Is this how you console people!? You just made fun of his death! He inwardly berated himself.

To his surprise, however, the reaction was not what he expected. Akbar was silent for a moment, his eyes almost as wide as Matt's, before he turned away with a knuckle to his lip, letting out a soft "Kesesese. . .". The laugh drifted off slightly, very faint and airy.

He turned back to Matt, twisting at his waist to face him. Speaking with his eyes bright, he responded, "Hindsight, man."

Matt's shoulders fell in relief and he smiled with Akbar, glad to know Akbar wasn't offended. In his mind, he quietly added a thought to how easy this moment was.

After Akbar had turned back to Matt fully, instead of talking, they just grinned at each other. Both of them continued down the worn trail, the silence between them easy. Delicately, Akbar reached out his hand and threaded his fingers with Matt's.

Matt looked at Akbar, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. "What are you doing?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Akbar tilted his head, as per his usual motion. "Holding your hand. . .?" He replied, ending on an almost questioning note. "Is there a problem with that?" he added, glancing ahead slightly at two approaching figures walking towards them.

Matt shook his head, an almost smirk slipping onto his face. "Nah, it's fine. Even though we're married, let's take it slow - don't jump me or anything," He joked.

"Pft, maybe you should~ It is the wedding night after all~," The two passer-byes chided, just as they passed. Whirling around to face the offending persons, all Matt saw was the retreating figures of Gilbert and Alfie, high-fiving each other before fleeing.

Matt glared after them, but Akbar seemed unaffected, just giving Matt's hand a quick squeeze. They eventually turned and continued walking the old path.

oOo Time Skip oOo

Akbar walked into the old crumbling building with Matt following behind him. The walls were cracked and falling apart, there were books stacked up to the ceiling in great amounts, enough to make the whole place seem like a maze, and a twisting staircase leading up to a balcony of sorts.

"Arthur? Are you here?" Akbar called, looking around the old building. Matt narrowed his eyes. There was something unnerving about this place. There was a sense of tension in the air that set him on the alert.

Suddenly, there was a blonde corpse staring down at them from the ledge up above. His eyebrows were huge and bushy, furrowing above emerald eyes. "Akbar Belischdmit? Is that you, lad?" He questioned, strutting down the stairway.

Akbar nodded at the short blonde. "Ja, Arthur, it's me," Akbar replied, waving slightly at Arthur.

Arthur squinted uncertainly at the other in the room. "And this is . . .?" He trailed off, gesturing at Matt, and raising an eyebrow at the pair's still intertwined hands.

"My name is Matt," Matt retorted sharply, not liking this mysterious 'magic man' already.

Arthur crossed his arms at the rough attitude of the blonde Canadian. Akbar interrupted their mild squabble with another of his blank-voiced sentences.

"We need to get to the world of the living. Can you do that?" Akbar asked.

Arthur sighed and uncrossed his arms, climbing back up his stairs. Without a proper verbal response, he flipped through a dusty old book, ignoring the other two in the building for several minutes.

"Well. . . There's a Ukrainian haunting spell that would work. . ." He mumbled, his voice getting quieter.

Matt rolled his eyes ever slightly. "So we're going to use that, huh?"

Arthur glared, a moment of no response. "No," He replied crossly.

Matt's eyebrows shot up, before knitting together with a furious snarl. "What do you mean 'no'?" He shot back.

Arthur 'hmphed' at Matt, slamming the book shut. "Not with that attitude young man."

"You know, I'll smash your head in," Matt threatened.

"I'm dead, you git. It won't make an ounce of difference if you hit me."

"You'll still feel that pain though, and I can promise you my arm won't get tired any time soon," Matt hissed back, narrowing his eyes in anger at the Brit.

Arthur's eyes were in the same, and their glaring match lasted several minutes before Arthur finally released all his breath in a huff. "Fine, you get your way," He sighed, reopening his frayed book. "The word to get back here is 'Scones'," Arthur explained, grumbling.

"Scones?" Matt repeated.

"Yes, Scones! What's wrong with that!?" Arthur snapped back.

"Just get on with it!" Matt yelled back, done with the arguing already.

Arthur snorted in indignation, before grabbing an egg from a drawer. "Remember, Lads. Scones."

And with a crack of the egg, they disappeared in a flurry of black feathers.

A/N: OH MY GOD THIS TOOK SO LONG I'M SO SORRY *rolls around flailing* I feel bad. I didn't mean it to take this long, I'm so sorry . . . *falls over and starts rolling again* Writer's block is evil, but for some reason my friend reading this aloud in a Prussia voice and making comments (Still in her amazingly accurate Prussia voice) inspired me, and I got it done. It might have taken a month or two without her, so thank her, guys. Seriously. Eh, what else? Oh yeah! Trivia time! Why do you guys think most the 1p's are dead while most the 2p's are alive?

Who's who update for this chapter:

Arthur Kirkland – 1p!England

Wow, that's the only newly introduced character this chapter. I'm such a failure cake. Sorry! *covers head* Also, I can't really get chapter 5 posted until I have more votes on who Ukraine should be paired with, so go vote on that thing! It's on my profile! GO FORTH! That's all. Rambling author's note over.