Author's Note: Geez, this chapter is long. Well, in my opinion it's long. But I like it. Glad this is finally up, feel like a jerk for not having it up earlier. But more things happen and a bigger thing will happen soon! Starting in the next chapter msginnysnape will be helping with this story too! Just thought ya'll should know. !

I feel that my Note's at the beginning of chapters have no value anymore.

Enjoy!

"It's become that bad?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so."

"What are you going to do?"

"That's why I came to you, I can't do this alone."

"You want my help?"

"Well there's no one else I could really think of to come to, not to mention he sees you as family,"

"He sees me as the 'Creepy Uncle'. I am not creepy!"

"That's an opinion love,"

"Whatever. And you decide to tell me this right after we had sex?"

"Well I wasn't really getting the right kind of attention I needed beforehand, so yes,"

Francis sat up from the bed, "I thought you solved everything already,"

"I…actually kind of made it worse,"

"How so?"

"Well, I kept confronting him about it and we got into multiple fights like how I described the story. I told him I was coming back with help so I don't even know how he'll react when we do go back."

"You do have the tendency to make things worse; I guess we'll have to wait for awhile before we go back. How about we go in…two weeks?"

"I guess so; I just hope he's still alive when we get there,"

"Arthur don't speak like that, we have to be positive right now for Alfred's sake!"

"Sorry, you know how I get…"

"We all know how you get. Oww! Hey! That was uncalled for!"

"You had it coming Frog,"

Two weeks later

"That flight was horrible; I've never wanted to punch a baby so much in my life!" Francis complained.

"Let's just hope Alfred actually answers the door. He may just slam it in our faces."

Arthur and Francis had been planning what they were going to say to Alfred for the two weeks they were together (even though they weren't entirely sure on exactly what they were going to say, they had an idea). A lot of other countries called them since Alfred wasn't answering their calls when they asked how he was. They had to tell them they didn't know themselves and were going to check on him soon, and could tell how the rest of the world was worried about his condition since Francis sent that picture of Alfred to everyone. Arthur wanted to show Alfred the messages they got from everybody to show him that people really do care about him. Arthur stands right at the door wanting to ring the doorbell but afraid what'll happen when they do. What would Alfred do when they saw them? Would he slam the door on their faces, sob into their arms from just the sight of them showing that they care, or somewhere in between? Arthur ringed the doorbell and waited. They probably waited for a minute or so and he rung it again. It was Saturday, but it was around 9:00am so he didn't even know if he was awake or not. They waited a little longer until Alfred opened his door to where Francis and Arthur could only see his eyes, looking as if death almost had them in his grasp.

"…What are you doing here?"

"We—"

"We wanted to talk to you Alfred," Francis interrupted Arthur.

"About what?"

"Your condition,"

"….," Alfred just looked at them for a moment, and then tried closing the door when Francis caught it with his foot.

"We're not here to hurt you Alfred, we're just here to help," Francis said struggling to hold his foot in place.

"No, I'm sorry you traveled far for no reason but I don't want anything to do with you guys for awhile," Alfred started to push harder on the door.

"At least let us here your part before we even try to say anything. Just give us a chance. And you can keep trying to close the door on my foot; it'll still be there even if it splits in two. Doesn't that at least show that I care a little?"

Francis and Arthur felt a coldness yet lack of life coming from Alfred's gaze as they waited for a response from him.

"…fine, get in," Alfred said as he opened the door slowly. They looked at him and he looked pale and fragile. It looked like they'd come just in time, and waiting another week would've resulted in planning a funeral.

Francis and Arthur walked into Alfred's house. Alfred sat in the arm chair and gestured for Arthur and Francis to sit on the couch. Arthur sat looking nervous, Francis determined, and Alfred irritated.

"Look, I really don't understand why you guys keep confronting me about stuff; I keep telling you I'm fine!"

"Alfred," Francis began, "you don't look fine at all. You look sick."

"I'm just on a diet okay? There's nothing to worry about,"

"Alfred you act like your blow ups at me never happened, we know you think there's something wrong with you," Arthur accused.

"…I should've never let you guys in,"

"Please Alfred just listen—"

"No! You listen!" Alfred erupted, "I was just having a rough time when Arthur came over, okay? I was just acting kind of emo and stuff, but I had a while to think things over and I'm fine now, so let's drop this bull you keep putting on me!"

"What did you eat for breakfast today then?"

"A bowl of cereal, finished right before you stopped by unexpectedly,"

Arthur stood up, "So if I go into your kitchen right now, I'll see a dirty bowl in the sink."

"Well I washed it—"

"So it'll be drying somewhere?"

"…"

"You didn't eat today did you?"

"Well no I was sleeping but I was about to,"

"Those bags under your eyes don't look like you've been sleeping very much,"

"Just-just stop accusing me of things! I'm not anorexic!"

"We never said anything about you being anorexic," Francis said.

Alfred didn't know what to do. He couldn't think of any excuses that could get them off his back. His mind was going into an instinctive state to where he felt cornered and about to be captured. Run, is all his mind thought of. He dashed for the door with Francis and Arthur flabbergasted at what they just saw. He just…ran.

"ALFRED WAIT!" Arthur yelled. Arthur and Francis chased after him down the street but he ran into the nearby forest and they eventually lost him.

"Dammit, what do we do now?"

"We should just go back to his house and wait for him to come back himself,"

"But who knows what he'll do? What if he tries to kill himself by jumping off a building or something?"

"Well we don't even know where he went, and we don't even know our way around this neighborhood, so we need to stay calm, and hope he comes back. You can't call someone missing anyways unless it's been 48 hours."

Arthur was so concerned but didn't really know how to put it into words and just kept stammering.

"Arthur, stop it, this is not the time to be like that,"

"Be like what?"

"Every time some kind of tension happens to someone and you're involved you get all emotional and take some of the attention away from the person we should be paying attention to,"

"No I don't!"

"You're doing it right now!"

"Look, I don't want to start with you right now, so I guess we'll just do what you said since you seem to know what you're doing, and see what happens, ok?"

"Fine,"

Arthur and Francis walk back to Alfred's house with hope that he'll come back before dark.