Canada's POV

I hugged Kumajiro happily. Gilbert had left early in the morning and retrieved him from my house with ease. He said he didn't drink from any of the villagers but I knew he was lying. How? Well whenever he lies, you can tell because he scratches his ear 'absentmindedly'.

"Who are you?" The bear mumbled.

"M-Mathew...your owner." I whispered out of routine. I don't understand why Kumakana can never remember my name...I always remember his!

"Mathew, can you help me a sec?" Came Arthur's voice from his room. Francis had been helping him all week for his wrist recovery. In that time, Arthur would only talk to me because I was the only human besides Lovino...and it's kinda obvious why he wouldn't talk to him.

"Yeah, sure!"

Around Arthur, he made sure that I never spoke in French because it reminded him too much of the 'wine bastard'...AKA, Francis. It seems Arthur had a grudge against Francis because he apparently broke his wrist even though it was kind of his own fault. Francis tried to tell him this but Arthur would glare at him and tell him to go away so he stopped after a while.

"Can you tell the frog I'm hungry? I mean...I don't want him to cook for me b-but I'm...um...just do it!" He snapped finally with a blush.

"Okay, eh." I mumbled. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't Arthur's slave or anything. Most of the time he couldn't even remember me long enough to ask me to do something so he would be forced to ask Antonio.

...I've also noticed lately that Gilbert had been hanging around Arthur. It didn't make me jealous it was just slightly annoying.

"Kumakiro, why do you think I ended up with this messed up family?" I sighed.

"Hm...who are you again?"

*Sigh*

Anyway, last week Antonio had been strutting around terribly. Want to know why? Lovino finally let him bite him. He explained that it would take more than one bite to change 'Lovi' because of the way the circulatory system works but it would happen eventually.

"Francis!" I called, entering the kitchen where he was reading a book he brought from another town nearby.

"Hm?" He replied, lowering the glasses from his face.

"Arthur wants you to make him food."

Francis beamed and stood quickly.

"H-He said for me specifically?"

"Um...yeah."

"Oh mignon!" He cried and quickly turned toward the counter to get started.

Okay...now what do I do?

It got boring in this old house and I found my only pasttime wast to watch Lovino and Antonio fight. It was really funny to watch...

"Dios, you are an idiot." I heard faintly and perked up. Yes, they were fighting!...M-Maple that came out bad.

I let my feet carry me toward the living room where the couple were currently situated.

Gilbert beat me to it.

"G-Gilbert? What are you doing here?"

"Watching them."

I frowned at his short response but scooched in beside him. They were not doing as expected.

Lovino was on top of Antonio kissing him with a soft expression. Antonio just had one hand on the back of Lovino's head and the other rubbing his spine.

"This is more entertaining than watching two squirrels hump eachother." Gilbert mumbled.

I gave him a look of shock/disgust and sighed.

"I'm going somewhere less awkward."

"Whatever." Gilbert replied, still watching them.

Kumakeno batted my glasses.

"Hungry." He mumbled.

"Sorry, Kuma." I poked his nose happily and carried him to the kitchen where Francis was cooking some weird british food called scones. Right now he was put a blueberry type of filling inside it.

"Francis do you have anything Kumafara can eat?"

"Hm..." He rubbed his chin staring at the small polar bear and smiled.

"Does he like pancakes?"

"I think...yes."

"I'll get right on it. After I go see Arthur."

"Of course! Thank you!" Francis kissed my forehead and winked.

"But of course."

I blushed as he left the kitchen with the plate of scones and traveled up the stairs silently. Francis only did that so he could surprise Arthur and make him all flustered. He said it was 'adorable'. I guess Francis is one of those people who like hard-to-get people.

It was strange living in a house full of supernatural beings, but they acted human and had human emotions. Antonio sometimes talked to me! Lovino kind of did but usually just to yell at me for something. Gilbert was always mean to me so I ignored him. Arthur used me a lot so I tried to avoid him. Francis was nice though, I stuck with him.

"Hey, kid."

"My name is Mathew." I mumbled in annoyance, turning toward Gilbert.

"Whatever, where is Franny?"

"He went to check on Arthur."

Gilbert growled.

"He is always with him."

"Lonely?" I questioned.

Gilbert glared at me and I immediately shrunk back into my shell.

"S-Sorry I'm going to hang out in the g-garden."

"Hey, wait."

I froze in place and turned back nervously.

"Y-Yes?"

"Come with me."

"O-Oh that's okay, It's such a nice day out and- ack!"

I squirmed as Gilbert tossed me over his shoulder and began heading toward the basement staircase. Personally, I had never been down there before. Francis goes down there ever morning and comes back in the afternoon, though and it makes me kind of curious as to what he does. I can hear him talking through the night, so he doesn't sleep…

"Why are we going to the basement?"

"Kesesesesesese, because we are totally going to vandalize Franny's coffin!"

Coffin?

"Francis has a coffin?"

"That's one of the only things about vampires that are true." Gilbert smirked.

"Oh." I answered dumbly.

Once Gilbert reached the bottom of the stairs, I was dropped quite ungracefully to the ground with a 'thump'.

"I don't want to do this, Gilbert! Francis is nice to me…"

"Don't be a pansy, it's just a joke." Gilbert grabbed some garlic out of a bag and opened the coffin. A red silk blanket and French flag pillow were made up inside neatly.

"Gilbert, isn't garlic poisonous to him?"

"Nein, he just hates the smell. Hah, imagine a food product being the death of him."

Gilbert stuffed garlic under the mattress part of the coffin and into the little cracks in the wood.

"We should go." I groaned, pulling on his arm.

"Killjoy." He replied with a smirk and started loosening the bolts that held the bottom board.

"How would you feel if he did this to you?"

"He has, this is payback."

So…Francis wasn't perfect then?

Gilbert froze suddenly and shot up.

"What-"

"Shhh." Gilbert slapped a hand over my mouth and listened, "…Shit. Hide!"

He pulled me along to the corner of the room where a wardrobe sat and shoved me inside.

"Gilbert-"

"Shutup." He hissed and closed the door behind him.

The wardrobe was rather small. This might sound crazy since this is Francis we're talking about, but then again this only his shirts. Gilbert's hand was back over my mouth in a flash.

"I forgot how loud humans breath." He whispered against my ear. This wasn't intentional. In the small space, we were chest-to-chest. Outside, I couldn't hear anything but Gilbert was bristling like a cat.

A small chirp made itself know.

"Gilbird, so not awesome!"

Gilbird chirped again, happily.

"Look Gilbert, I don't hear anything so I'm leaving." I snapped, shoving his hand away and making my way around him.

"Don't be stupid!" He slammed me back against the wall and froze.

"Shit." He breathed and cautiously covered my mouth again.

"Who's there?" I heard outside. When did Francis show up?

Gilbert leaned his head onto my shoulder and ceased his breathing.

We waited in silence as Francis' near-silent footsteps echoed in the room.

"Must be spiders or something." He finally scoffed and a moment later his footsteps echoed up the stairs.

"Phew, that was close." Gilbert whispered and reached back to open the wardrobe door.

Ch-kk!

"Uh-oh."

"Uh-oh? What do you mean 'uh-oh'?" I squeaked.

"Door locks from the inside."

My eyes widened in the darkness and I shoved him away to try the lock. I must have rattled it for maybe 2 minutes straight before Gilbert grabbed my wrist and told me to stop. This really sucked. I was stuck in this closet with a guy who had molested me on my first day here! What's worse is that as soon as we exit the closet, he'll probably make a really dumb gay joke. Out of all the people…

"Look, I don't like it in here either. But we aren't getting out until Francis comes back."

"Why can't we call for help? He has super-hearing."

"Basement was sound-proofed so that the sounds outside wouldn't bother him when he sleeps."

"Ugh." I groaned and tried to find a comfortable place to sit or something.

"Here," Gilbert grabbed me around the waist and pulled me down in his lap, "This way we can both fit and stretch out our legs a bit…Hey, that rhymed!" he snickered and laid his arms behind his head casually.

This was going to be a looong wait.

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Hey, guys. Sorry it took forever to update. I suck at motivation e-e. Anyway, I have had an offer for a beta and I was wondering if you guys think I need one? Please tell me in your reviews :P I won't take it offensively, just take it as the chance to improve my writing!