CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The Ambush: Part 2

Ludwig brought everyone into the hallway of the World Building. Finding the meeting room unusable, he decided to make a short compromise in order to find out what they knew and what they needed to do. Kiku and Alfred ushered Arthur into the hall and found themselves standing next to each other in a circle like formation. There was a quick questioning of "Where's Lovino?" of which Antonio quickly replied that he had been up most of the previous night trying to fix up his house, and fell asleep just before sunrise.

With that settled, Ludwig planned to continue. But instead Kiku butted in, apologizing for the interruption, but stating it was necessary.

"When I spoke with Luciano-san he gave me a... location that he claims Feliciano-kun is being held. I don't know if this is true but at this point in time it's the only thing we have." He quickly shared the location, being told that it was at the end of a road known as Dahlgren Drive, where a building would be found. He also shared that Luciano claimed it would be empty, but no one truly believed that.

"We'll need all the help we can get at this rate. This could be a trap, whether we like it or not. How many people are still in the country?"

Most shrugged, no one knew. As far as they could tell, they were the only ones that had stayed behind to find Feliciano; the rest going home without knowing the weight of his disappearance. They sat there for a moment and tried to figure out who actually came to the World Meeting and who flew home afterwards. They ended up crossing just about everybody on the list out and were suddenly engulfed with a wave of worry.

"Hey, I think Mattie's still in town. I don't remember seeing him go to the World Meeting but, if anything I can call him and he'll fly out. He'll know how urgent our situation is!" Alfred stated proudly. Well there was one more person that could help.

"I could try to get bruder to come but he's been avoiding me for the last couple of days. Claims to be working on a project but I don't know with him anymore." Ludwig said with a sigh, shaking his head disapprovingly.

"As much as I'd hate to, I'll see if the frog is still sticking around. He might be of some use in this situation." Arthur huffed.

With them now they had seven, two injured and one still recovering. They had a chance of getting three more people within the day, giving them ten. If they could stop by Lovino's house as well they could also bring him along. But even then, was that enough to stop their Two-Ps? Could they really take down these monsters?

Arthur, Alfred, and Ludwig all pulled out their phones and called their relatives and "frenemies" for assistance. Kiku explained 'his' plan to the others while they waited and, for the most part, agreed. Then they decided that they would pick groups once everyone they needed arrived.. This was a dangerous plan, and the fact that Feliciano might not even be there in the end added to the doubt.

. . .

Ludwig called up his brother twice. The first time it went to voicemail, Ludwig quickly leaving a message to pick up the phone (Thanks to knowing that Gilbert hadn't left the house) before trying again. The second time it rang three times and Ludwig was prepared to stop the call and try again, when the phone suddenly picked up.

"Hey West! Uh, can you keep this conversation short and to the point? I really need to get back to my project..." His voice faded out on the other end, giving Ludwig cue to continue.

"Listen Gilbert, this is important. We think we might know where Feliciano is but we can't be sure. Just to be safe we're trying to get as many people as we possibly can to come with us. Do you think you could show up?" There was no reply for a few seconds, Ludwig thinking that his older brother was simply ignoring him, before a quick answer came.

"Can't, working on an important project."

Ludwig was just about done with the constant excuse of this so called 'project' that he refused to show whatsoever, and whenever asked about it he claimed it was top secret and refused to share. As far as Ludwig knew, his brother was building an atomic bomb in his basement. A thought he didn't exactly like but couldn't stop thinking about.

Without another word or sincere goodbye, the other line cut off and Ludwig was stuck with hearing the annoying buzzing noise in his ear.

. . .

Alfred had no trouble getting in contact with his twin like brother. He was on speed dial after all, though the number wasn't called as often as others, it gave Alfred easy access to a phone number that he could use whenever he simply wanted to talk to someone. Though this conversation would be under different circumstances this time, Alfred still enjoyed to have a chat with his brother. The phone picked up within a few seconds and he found a small and quiet voice on the other side.

"Al? Why are you calling so early? You do realize I'm right next door, right? You could just walk over without a problem."

Alfred laughed a bit awkwardly, scratching the back of his head as he tried to remember why he was calling. It took him a second to realize and he quickly blurted out "Oh!", nearly dropping the phone in the process. He caught it barely and brought it back to his ear.

"Oh right, listen Matt. I know it's random and abrupt but this is really major okay! You remember Feliciano right? I'm sure you've seen each other a couple of times but that doesn't matter right now. The poor guy's been kidnapped and now we have a lead on where he might be! The only problem is that it's risky and we're really trying to get as many people as possible and-" Alfred continued on and on, but most after that was just gibberish as he was talking far too fast for the Canadian on the other end of the line to understand. But he still waited patiently for his brother to finish up before actually deciding to answer.

"Well, I guess if it's as important as you claim it to be then I'll head over.." Alfred quickly replied, overly enjoyed.

"Thanks bro! We're at the World Meeting place! But it's a bit wrecked at the moment... so I'm not really sure how long we'll stay. I'll see you soon! " With a quick farewell the phone hung up and Matthew immediately went over to his closest, Kumajiro following close behind. He needed to hurry up, since he wanted to avoid a good twenty or so voicemails from his brother, each one growing more and more panicked.

It's just something he didn't want to have to sit through.

. . .

Arthur hated having to call Francis. He hated the Frenchman in general, despised him greatly, but still found himself trusting him to watch his back; despite their terrible past. They were, at one point, allies. And no matter how much he hated it, he raised Matthew; Alfred's brother. Whether he liked it or not, they were family.

Or at least as close to family as they would ever get.

He didn't even remember getting his phone number in the first place. Though, it did make sense that it happened to be under the one contacts list with a rather inappropriate name, one he would probably never say while sober and never admit to setting up as the title for any list of any sort. The phone picked up immediately and the thick accent was all Arthur needed to know exactly who he was talking to.

"Bonjour this is Francis, who has decided to call the wonderful moi so early in the morning?" Arthur let out an aggravated sigh and bit back an insult he would likely let out otherwise.

"Frog, it's Arthur."

"Arthur?! Why are you calling me? Even I need my beauté sleep!" Arthur bit his lip. He was far too tired and in too much pain to deal with this. But he needed to be as straight forward as possible.

"Francis I don't care what issues you happen to be dealing with at this point in time. I'm going through much more right now and am not in the mood to deal with your bullshit. Feliciano's captor has claimed to give up his location and we need everyone we can get to come with us. We can't trust these guys, no matter how much we'd like to. So, I've decided to give you a damn choice. Get off your lazy arse and show up here so we can save the one man that looks up to you as a big brother, or you can stay behind and hope he doesn't die." The other end of the line fell silent, Francis was quite shocked from this outburst.

Though it wasn't exactly uncommon, it was often over matters he considered less serious and, in some cases, humorous.

"Oui, I see the... situation. I'll be there in ten." The line cut off and Arthur let out a breath he seemed to have been holding in. The pressure in his chest that had been built up finally released and brought him a bit more comfort. He was glad he got all of that out in a few well spent sentences, and now just had to hope Francis wouldn't go back on his word.

And what did he know, a good ten minutes later, Francis and Matthew arrived at just about the same time. The two had been pulled into the group with the others. Now that they had everyone they needed, groups could be quickly discussed. Names were created and people were divided up.

Team Alpha consisted of Alfred, Arthur, and Kiku.

Team Beta consisted of Ludwig, Matthew, and Antonio.

Team Crimson, the final group, had Yao, Ivan, and Francis.

Alfred managed to look up the address for Dahlgren Drive on his phone, and found out that it was about three hours away. The drive would be long, time consuming, and likely full of arguing. They agreed that they would take Alfred's black Cadillac Escalade and hope for the best. It, at the least, had a DVD player and they would have just enough room to fit everyone. But it would likely be a tight squeeze if they wanted to manage all nine people in one car.

They set up the GPS with the address and got into the car. Ludwig decided he would drive, since he didn't trust anyone else to. Antonio sat in the other seat and Matthew sat in the center with Kumajiro.

Behind them sat Ivan, Yao, and Francis.

And in the very back was Alfred, Kiku, and Arthur. They had decided to make it where Francis and Arthur couldn't see one another, that would hopefully stop them from trying to murder each other.

"Do we still have time to pick up Lovi?" Antonio asked as they finally got onto the road.

"Nein. His house in the other direction of where we're going, and it's already going to be late when we get to our destination. If we go to get him it'll be much later than we want it to be. He'll be safer at home anyway." Antonio, after thinking it over a moment, found himself agreeing and dropping the topic.

"Might as well get comfy while you still can. It's going to be a long drive..." Ludwig said, followed by a sigh. Matthew nodded as Ivan tinkered with the DVD player. They didn't really know what movies Alfred had stowed away in the back seat, but it seemed that anything would do.

He wasn't surprised when he found a box full of suspenseful and sometimes violent horror movies such as Alien, The Exorcist, and even Dracula. But near the very bottom was a few Star Wars and Indiana Jones DVDs, along with a couple of copies of the original Batman movies. Ivan, not in the mood to listen to the American freak out behind him, decided to to put in a copy of Raiders of the Lost Ark, and hoped for the best.

As Ludwig had said, it was going to be a long drive.

Sebastian and Leonardo returned with an unconscious and air deprived Lovino slung over the Spaniard's shoulder.

"It's about damn time." Allan muttered restlessly. Everyone was fully dressed by now and ready to get a move on.

They had resorted to throwing knives at a target, though it was a typical game, often played by the Axis on less productive days; it was quite uncommon for the Allies to be in the same room while a game was in action. This was likely the cause for why Kuro's jugular vein was nearly ripped open by someone's renegade knife, Jian being an obvious suspect thanks to the smug look on his face. Kuro was a second away from putting him into a violent headlock when Sebastian and Leonardo returned, saving Jian unintentionally.

While they were gone Kasper and Andrew had taken the time to hijack a car, since it would seem they would greatly need one.

Coincidentally, it happened to be a white van often stereotyped to be used in kidnappings and forced sexual activities. Though they had only been culprits in one of the two crimes, a few wouldn't mind committing the other. The van was parked behind the building, and they had also decided to quickly switch the plates so no wandering police officer could identify it easily. Luciano stood up and clapped his hands together.

"Alright, time to get working. We don't have much time thanks to this... last minute decision. So we need to up and recover from this drawback. Rapido~"

And then they were off. Sebastian and Leonardo along with a bit of rope, some duct tape and a black bag constrained, disguised, and threw Lovino into the back of the van. They were quickly accompanied by Feliciano, also bound with a pair of handcuffs but no more. He was extremely confused. And worried.

The last few times he had been taken out of his hellhole he was either frightened or shocked. Sometimes both. And he wasn't sure if this would be any different. The very fact that they were escorting and seating him in a vehicle was another nerve racking moment. What were the planning to do? Where were they taking him?

Questions piled up with no obvious answer to any of them.

He decided he might as well calm his nerves and take a look around. The van was rather big. It had four seats up front instead of simply two, and a large trunk-like area. That's where Feliciano and the hooded, unconscious man were located. He couldn't help but wonder who the maniacs and decided to pull along into their evil schemes.

Sebastian and Leonardo sat in the back with them, watching intently while trying to converse with each other. But it was hard and often ended with silence, which Feliciano found himself preferring much more than to hear his fratello's voice, and yet knowing that it's not truly his. It made Feliciano want to cry, but he was just about done with that. His tears had dried up long before, being replaced with a pint of hope. He only wished that it was true.

Meanwhile, Kuro and Lanzo were in the back, talking in hushed voices. "You sure you'll be fine?" Lanzo nodded. "Of course." He couldn't blame Kuro for worrying. Lanzo never really liked the silence and loneliness that he was often found in. Though he had grown to use it to his own advantage and comfort, he could only stand so much. And that's what Kuro worried about.

He worried that his friend's sanity would slip away without warning and he would lose it, just like the others had.

Just like he had.

Lanzo knew the reasons behind his concern and tried his best to be careful as a result. It was a bit of struggle, but he managed at the least. He had to.

"Alright well if anything goes wrong you'll have to fend for yourself. This place is a couple hours away, and we won't be able to reach you. Just... be careful." Kuro said as he moved a hand through his bangs.

"What's Luciano's planning?" Lanzo asked without a thought.

"I wish I knew. He hasn't said anything to me. I just know that it's something big if he's dragging us all the way out to the middle of nowhere. And it has something to do with those Italian Dōkō-kai, and whatever is in that duffel bag." He motioned behind him with his head. On the counter was the duffel bag that Lanzo saw with Jean earlier. But he wouldn't bring that up, since it would only increase Kuro's suspicions.

And he might slip up.

"Well just focus on your... duties. And I'll focus on mine. What time do you think you'll return?"

"By morning if we're lucky." Kuro said with a sigh. He obviously wasn't looking forward to this trip but couldn't stay behind. Luciano wouldn't allow him and he needed to preserve his strength for later. The two heard Kasper call for Kuro, it was time to leave.

"Sayōnara."

"Lebewohl."

. . .

Lanzo didn't waste much time waiting, as the van disappeared past the horizon and the sun slowly set he rushed back into the sleeping quarters and started poking around, looking for a certain someone.

"Damn it where did you wander off to this time?" He muttered as he checked through his stuff. He had a limited amount of time to get everything he wanted to do done. Though it likely wouldn't happen, the others could return at any possible moment. And if he wasn't within the vicinity then they would quickly grow suspicious and possibly learn of his decisions. He couldn't allow that, which was exactly why he had to get moving ASAP.

Lanzo stood tall and looked around, trying to find the small, oil black figure that, on any other day, would stick out like a beacon in the night sky. But it seemed that the lack of light and the intense silence just made the room feel even more empty, and his senses even more worthless.

Lanzo started trying to remember ways he used to attract his companion whenever they disappeared out of the blue. He tried to remember a concoction he used, or a treat he would give. Then he remembered something. A certain tune he used to whistle and hum, or even sing when it was required; or he was in a good mood. It was a German Lullaby his grandfather used to sing to him when he was much younger, and often had trouble sleeping. Specifically during wars.

For whatever reason it attracted the pesky fellow when he was smaller and didn't exactly understand life as is. As a result it was rather useful and Lanzo found himself using the tune often, whether it was to calm himself or to attract the attention of the other.

But after his dissolution Lanzo found himself using the tune less and less. It always reminded him of the past and he hated thinking about such a thing.

It reminded him of the bloodshed and tears.

It reminded him of the screams of terror and the innocent being slaughter.

It reminded him of the day his grandfather died.

So he forgot about it along with most of his regrets, his mistakes. His failures. But now he struggled to remember any part of it, even the beat or rhythm. Or simply the story it portrayed whenever heard.

Slowly but steadily, he pieced back together a small bit of the tune. He was unaware whether or not the lyrics were correct, but he had to try one way or another.

"S-schlaf ein, schlaf ein, schlaf ein." His voice cracked as he sang, he was hesitant. He was reluctant. He tried to put the song back together as he sang it. He tried to remember the stormy nights where he laid in bed, covered in a warm blanket and his grandfather sat at his bedside in an old wooden chair and sang to him. It seemed more like something a mother would do to help her son sleep, but Lanzo never had that motherly figure in his life.

He was never given the chance to have one.

But his grandfather still tried his best. Though he was, admittedly, a cruel and sometimes unforgiving man, he still had a heart. Whether people would believe it or not.

"Du gähnst schon," Lanzo stopped again, still fighting to remember. Fighting to bring back something he had pushed away for so many years. And for what? To avoid his own sorrow? To avoid the truth? He simply wanted to forget, but that wasn't possible. Even for him.

"Komm... k-kuschel dich ein." He wouldn't even consider calling it singing. It was like he was reciting a script. He was reciting words in a robotic tone of voice, without any form of emotion. He knew that if he continued to do so, simply stating them in a monotone voice instead of actually singing it, then his friend would never appear.

"Ich sing dir noch ein Lied..." He wanted to remember. All he wanted to do was remember. But... but he couldn't. He couldn't remember past that. His head hurt to try. It was something that he knew but just wasn't able to say. Not because he wouldn't, but because he couldn't.

Being satisfied with at least being able to put together the first three lines or so, Lanzo continued to repeat them over and over again, until he could speak without hesitation. Once that was accomplished, he finally managed to sing as best he could. His first two attempts at doing so failed miserably. Either his voice cracked or he forgot which word came next. But after a few more tries he finally managed to do it correctly, and the song came out as it was meant to.

Or at least as close as it could.

He tried to mimic his grandfather's voice, but the image in his mind was so old and... vague. He found it hard to replay that video in his mind without fail. It wasn't long after the lyrics flowed out with his voice that Shay emerged from a empty box of crackers, his black feathers covered in a carpet of crumbs. Lanzo stopped mid sentence and smiled.

"And where have you been Landstreicher?" The albino knelt down next to the hawk and bopped him on the edge of his beak. Shay's head moved back slightly, mostly out of shock, before turning to the side.

"C'mon we have to get going." Lanzo stood back up and turned to the staircase. Shay watched his retreating back for a moment before flying after him. By the time Lanzo was outside, Shay was perched on his shoulder and his hood was up.

Lanzo knew that people would surely see him as being suspicious, who wouldn't? It was some weird guy wearing a white sweatshirt that bared the Teutonic Knight's symbol with a black hawk perched on his shoulder and hood up and covering his head. And that wasn't even to mention the scars and the robotic arm. Lanzo could only hope that no one would decided to call the cops on him, he wasn't in the mood to spend a night in jail.

And if that were to happen the others would surely never trust him on his own again.

Lanzo followed the path that he had only gone down only twice but remembered almost by heart, specifically because of the similarity in this world to theirs. Yes it had it's major differences, such as color scheme, atmosphere, and even people. But where certain significant buildings were located was the same. That was the only reason why he knew exactly where he was going.

Lanzo continued down the sidewalk, the cold air flowing through his hair and Shay's wings. It caused him to shiver, despite his jacket it still allowed goosebumps to form up and down his arms and legs. Despite this they kept going, Lanzo staring down at the ground as he saw out of the corner of his eyes, the heads of people turning towards him and staring at him.

Questioning him.

He refused to meet their stares not matter what, he wasn't in the mood for trouble of any sorts. And he knew with some of them, simply by the smile on their faces, that all they wanted him to do was look at them in a way they considered 'wrong'. Then they'd pick a fight that they would later regret.

Lanzo wasn't much of a fighter at times like these, but if he was put in a state where he was forced to defend himself then he would surely do so; death likely being in the attacker's future. It was something he wasn't always proud of, but it was simply a series of skills he learned in his younger days of being a country and was unable to remove from both his memory and his life.

Shay also had a bit of fight in him, though not as much and it being not as... used. The hawk was claimed the runt of his siblings, and happened to be the only one to fail their first attempts at flying. He fell from the nest, no one seeming to take notice of his disappearance as most had already been soaring through the sky long before.

Shay was left in the grass, crying away in an attempt to get help of any sort. Receiving none, he found Lanzo stumbling upon him unintentionally. Lanzo saw Shay as being... weak. Instead of trying to change his situation via strength and willpower, he laid there and cried. Lanzo found himself feeling pity for the small bird and helped him, wanting to teach the innocent creature how to stand proud for once.

Though it was a hard and sometimes seemed like an impossible task, over the decades it came to a reality. At least as close to a reality as the bird still had his own kinks every here and there, some more noticeable than others.

But the two of them were partners, whether they liked it or not.

Lanzo rounded the final corner, and a few houses later he was at his destination. Not wanting to replay the previous event, Lanzo took the time to knock on the door. Three knocks and a good ten seconds later, the door flew open and in the doorway stood a tired and irritated Prussian.

Gilbert was about to yell at whoever decided to interrupt him when he realized it was none other than Lanzo himself. He bit his tongue to stop anything that he didn't want to say from coming out and instead smiled.

"Just the man I was looking for!" He said, ushering the other inside.
"C'mon, I need to show you something."

He rushed off into another room, leaving Lanzo to close the door and take a seat at the nearest table. It was much warmer in the house than it was outside. But it wasn't an overwhelming heat either. Just enough to make it all comfortable.

He waited patiently as Shay examined the area, seeming to take in every last detail without having any practical use for them. Gilbert rushed back into the room without warning, his right hand behind his back, hiding something. Lanzo raised an eyebrow, the smile on Gilbert's face made him feel uneasy.

"What are you up to?" He asked, both confused and slightly worried. He didn't know what to expect from this guy.

"Sheesh calm down, you're starting to sound like West." Lanzo rolled his eyes at the comment, quickly noticing that Shay's attention seemed to be stuck elsewhere. But he ignored it since the bird seemed to have a rather short attention span either way and reverted his gaze back to Gilbert.

"So, Lanzo, being the awesome me I decided to do the awesomest thing ever." Lanzo was starting to question the full extent of his counterpart's vocabulary.

"So, I've deciding to do you a favor!" Now Lanzo was starting to wonder what exactly he had done. He simply hoped that he had not murdered anyone.

Gilbert quickly removed his arm from behind his back and shoved whatever was in his hand into Lanzo's face. He almost fell back in his chair, trying to avoid from being hit. He shut his eyes involuntarily and waiting for any form of impact, but it didn't come.

"TA-DA!" He opened one eye and then another. First he saw the chain the was grasped in the palm of the other's hand. Then his eyes moved down, following the trail the chain made. His eyes widened when he finally reached the bottom.

"Is that-" He was lost for words. He was simply shocked.

"Yup! It's your iron cross, all fixed and shiny like it used to be!" Gilbert dropped the necklace into Lanzo's hands and sat back proudly.

Lanzo looked it over, first not even believing that it was truly his. If it wasn't for the fact that the cross seemed to be missing from his pocket, then he probably would not of believed it.

The iron cross seemed to be perfectly put back together, and the only trace that it had been broken before was the thin line that was cut across it.

"How did you... ?" Gilbert was still basking in his own glory, and it took him a moment to correctly register the question in his head.

"It took a while. About a day's worth. I was cooped up in West's office with a hot glue gun, a magnifying glass, and a flashlight. Probably not my best decision, I think I spilt some glue on his paperwork. I could have used his book lamp, but that would of been a waste of energy! West kept asking me questions, so I moved to my room in the basement. After gluing my hands together at least three times, dropping the flashlight whenever I was almost done, and passing out on the floor, I finally managed to fix it!"

Lanzo could see spots on Gilbert's hand where skin seemed to be missing, likely from removing the glue when water just would not work. Lanzo sighed and shook his head.

"You know you are crazy but... thanks. I didn't exactly expect that." Gilbert laughed, finally sitting up in his chair.

"I didn't think you would, which is why I did it. When I heard about the toll the dissolution had on you, I just wanted to help you out. You know, fellow Prussians right? I guess it was just the right thing to do in my mind, especially when you left it here right out of the blue." Lanzo nodded, understanding, and quickly putting the cross around his neck.

Suddenly Shay flew off of Lanzo's shoulder, soaring off after something Lanzo couldn't see. It seemed to be the first time Gilbert actually noticed the hawk after being so lost in his own accomplishment.

"Shay!"

"Gilbird!"

Lanzo and Gilbert both jumped out of their seats in sync, watching as one bird chased the other. Gilbird jumped on the tupperware and silverware. On the pots and the pans, over and under things, simply trying to get away.

Shay followed him on the exact same path, but instead of moving swiftly and gracefully as Gilbird managed to do, he tipped, flipped, dropped, broke, and even tumbled things over. Tons of objects collided either on the ground or into each other as the chase continued.

The two went after their own birds, trying to stop the destruction before it could go too far, but it seemed like it already had. Lanzo wrapped his arms around Shay in a tight grasp and held onto the bird as he flailed about. Gilbird flew up and landed on Gilbert's head, perching himself on top of the silvery hair. Gilbert quickly rushed into the living room, closing the door behind him. Lanzo let go of the hawk when he saw that Gilbert had disappeared with his own bird.

He sighed, taking note of the mess in the kitchen and the cuts on his arm from the hawk's talons.

"Damn it Shay." He walked into the kitchen and started to clean up the mess, Shay seeming to be completely oblivious to the disaster he had just caused. As Lanzo put things away and cleaned up any glass that had shattered via impact with the ground, his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw that Kuro had sent him a text, likely to check on him. But when he unlocked his phone and read the message his eyes widened.

He read it again and again and again, but simply couldn't believe it.

Gilbert emerged from the living room, closing the door behind him to make sure neither Shay nor Gilbird managed to wandered into unguarded territory. He saw Lanzo had already cleaned up a majority of the mess, and decided he would help with the rest. The last thing he wanted was for Ludwig to find out about the encounter altogether.

But before he could even decide where he was going to start first, Lanzo walked up to him. His face was full of worry. At first Gilbert thought it was mainly because of the destruction that Shay had caused, but when he saw the phone in the albino's hand he thought it was much more.

"Gilbert... I-I need to tell you something..."

Link to German lullaby is below v

Bonjour = Hello (French)

Moi = Me (French)

Beauté = Beauty (French)

Oui = Yes (French)

Rapido = Fast (Italian)

Dōkō-kai = Fuckers (Japanese)

Sayōnara = Goodbye (Japanese)

Lebewohl = Goodbye (German)

Landstreicher = Tramp (German)

A/N: Ha ha, this took longer to do than I had hoped! ^.^' I got sick this week so I managed to miss a day and a half of school. When I wasn't dying in bed, trying to play AC3, or watching Youtube, I was working on this story. See, I wasn't being a lazy ass. Anyway, the beginning of this chapter was hard for me to write ;-; I dunno why it just took me forever since I wanted to get to the part with Lanzo but I needed filler content badly. So I decided to allow Arthur to snap at France, Kuro to nearly get murdered, and Ivan to find Alfred's not so hidden stash of violent and possibly illegal DVDs.

+1 Imagination

I had the idea to add 2p! Gilbird in last minute but I figured I might as well. Glad I did though since I almost forgot about the guy =..='

So yeah, after debating over names for a good thirty minutes or so I finally decided on "Shay" since, in certain languages, it means "Hawk-like". And it sounds cools so YDAFUQNAWT?! Yeah, anyway I decided to get a bit deeper into Lanzo's relationship with relatives. I got that idea last minute tu OuO

And then Gilbert being nice and Shay scaring Gilbird shitless and then the mysterious text from Kuro that probably just fucked everything up~
So yeah, long week. Can't promise when next chapter will be released but I got a few evil ideas in mind.

Also if you want to hear/listen to the lullaby that Lanzo is attempting to remember/sing you can find it here: watch?v=nzulUNNqJfo

I would just put in the name but I'm not 100% on what it is, plus I saw what I assume to be the original version of this song and it was in a female voice. Since I wanted it to seem more like Lanzo singing it (Which, in this video, it could be) I simply watched this one. The English lyrics are a bit... google translatey, so I didn't put them in the translations section of the chapter. Sorry but I don't want to butcher the German language anymore than I might have already thanks to Google Translate e_e

Ciao~