"Its bs."

"Totally bs."

"No lying its bs."

Ivan, Francis, and Gilbert sat in a restaurant, in the dead of night actually, drinking and talking away about their current favorite subject: Alfred.

"That little prick, he has no right to stop the entertainment!" yelled Gilbert as he jugged another round of beer into his mouth.

"Calm down, this isn't going to last. Two weeks of no 'waaah, Arthur!' is nothing! He'll crack any minute!" exclaimed Francis.

"Da, your right; though Kiku and Toris are really believing he's right when he said he's over Arthur," said Ivan as he opened another bottle of vodka.

"You guys wanna know what I think?" asked Francis as he poured himself [drunkenly] another glass of wine, "the little idiot is going to have another emotional breakdown. I swear we had to wash down his room; it was all covered in frosting! Maybe being raised by that idiot Arthur was a good idea; he would have probably strangled one of us if he was with me, they say deprived lovers are very touchy when it comes to their significant other!"

"What's this about tearing a note from Arthur? I thought he worshipped him!" exclaimed Gilbert, "and what's the big idea about Arthur always mailing one of us instead of that American idiot!"

"He must be really stupid too," said Ivan.

"You guys, here's the thing: if that little lover boy doesn't see Arthur soon, he'll probably go steady with that boring of a chap Toris. I say we set him up with wherever Arthur said he wanted to meet up Alfred!" announced Francis.

"Um, didn't you love him?" asked Gilbert looking up from the table he had just smacked his face down on.

"Yes, for only 3 years though, and may I remind you AGAIN it was a crush? ! Plus I haven't nailed him yet."

"So much for romance."

"Um Francis, how would we know where Arthur wants to meet up Alfred in said envelope Alfred ripped?" asked Ivan.

"We know because I have the envelope right here in my coat all tapped up and fixed!" exclaimed Francis.

"Dudes, you know this is very evil of us messing with someone's love life," mumbled Gilbert turning his head from the table.

"Hey, he did tell me, tell everyone, he loves Arthur!"

"Plus evil is my thing," mentioned Ivan.

"Agh alright I'll help, can't argue with that logic," smiled Gilbert. The three lifted their corresponding alcoholic drink of preference and clacked the glasses all together in agreement.

"So this goes thru here, and then you-"

"OWWW!"

"What? What happened?" asked Toris as he leaned over my shoulder again.

"I poked my finger," I mumbled as I stuck a finger in my mouth.

Toris was teaching me how to sow today at my home; it's been about three weeks since a party I held. I thought it was all going to go to waste after Arthur was a no show, but Toris reminded me that there are more important things to worry about, such as enjoying life. A little cold sounding? Maybe. But so is that jerk Arthur.

"Alfred, are you thinking angry thoughts again?" asked Toris a little cross, "I can tell with you glaring into space like that."

"Oh, um, no I wasn't!" I laugh. He pulls out his hands and sits next to me again, showing me how to make it easier for me to tie a knot with a needle. It's very cold outside; we're sitting at my porch and pulled out a small table from inside.

A phone starts ringing.

"I'll go get that," said Toris as he straightened out his maid outfit and went inside. Meanwhile I kept trying to do a perfect knot, till a small shadow appeared ahead of me.

"Alfred! Alfred! How are you doing? ! Oh, it's so good to see you after so long!" smiles Feliciano as he jumps at me and tackles me down. I let go of the needle and start panicking, not knowing where it fell.

"Oh, h-hi Feliciano, if you're here, Ludwig won't be too far off," I smiled as I kept patting to find it.

"Ludwig? Oh yes! We came to see you! He says you need a good talking too! He says you've been a naughty boy and need to learn a lesson!"

"Um Felicia-"

"You need a good spanking, after he told me all the things you've done. And-!"

"PLEASE stop talking right now before I get an unwanted mental image because of my dirty mind," I mumbled from under the small Italian.

"What? You're still dirty? Don't worry, I'll go clean your room!" yelled Feliciano as he got up and charged into the house. I get up and breathe a sign of relief.

"And where do you think you're going?" asked Ludwig as he now came to sight, marching along the path leading to my home.

"Oh, hey Lu!" I exclaim as I wave to him and smile nervously, "I see you brought your little lovely friend. When are you putting the moves on him, eh? It's been a good few years."

"Oh shut up, I told you never to talk about us like that," he replied as he stomped up the stairs and on the porch, blushing and knowing he actually loved being messed with like that.

"You should encourage me Ludwig, after all these years, he still doesn't get thru his tiny little, um, special skull you l-"

"SHHHHHHH," he hisses loudly as he covers my mouth.

"Now, you probably know why I came here, and your right. I'm here to ask you the question everyone wants to ask you, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? ! !" he yells as he grabs my hands and drags me inside. Somehow he manages to drag me inside the downstairs bathroom. He locks the door, shoves down to sit on the toilet as he crosses his arms, waiting for a response.

"What?" I ask in disbelief.

"You heard me, what the hell are you doing? ! It's like a wild goose chase in your small head! Are you avoiding the subject of Arthur in your head, have you really moved on, are you faking this happiness, or is it some pathetic attempt at putting off your sadness?"

"What right do you have to be yelling at me? ! I'm okay, everything is fine! I don't need anyone else's opinion! No way in hell will I ever fake having a good time here, and especially with someone like Toris!"

"Are you saying you don't have a huge interest in Arthur anymore?"

"I-"

I pause for a second. I can feel my face redden up.

"I don't know," I mumble.

"Well that's just dandy! All of a sudden you get a great epiphany on how much of an idiot he is but its too late because you dragged yourself too deep!"

"What are you talking about?" I ask.

"-Sigh-. When people feel like they've spent so much time and effort on something, suddenly they can't find it in themselves to quit. You might not 'feel' it, but something in you must have to have doubts yet give Arthur a chance! Don't you see? Instead of putting him off, why don't you go to that stupid meet up thing with him and Matthew and-"

"Wait, Matthew? It wasn't going to be just the two of us?" I ask. I knew it was some sort of 'let's meet up' thing, but, with someone else?

"Oh shit," he mumbled. I get up from the toilet and start punching the bathroom wall.

"And here I was worrying about standing up! I mean, oh goody someone else is coming to break the ice between us, but I thought he'd think 'oh, how romantic I'd be if it's just the two of us'! I mean, didn't that go thru his thick skull of a head? ! What's wrong with him! I thought we both read and watched the same things! I thought we liked the same things! How can he think so differently than me! I mean, I would have thought that! And-!"

"Where do you get these images? Hmm? I've always wondered why you fantasize about all these things someone isn't. He's not a damn mind reader, nor is he as 'in sync' with you as you think. Sure, he might have gotten some things right between you two, but that only led you on to believing you love him!" yelled Ludwig as he stopped me from punching the walls.

"Because, he's the nicest person in the world to me," I mumble. I sit back down on the toilet seat, quietly staring into the holes in the wall.

"Look Alfred, I care about you. I heard a shitload of other people talking about you and Arthur like a topic of chitchat, I just, don't want to see you turn into someone like Francis and Gilbert. Those two did something like this a long time ago, and they ended up passing up someone that really cared about them and chased who they thought was their 'perfect' other, only for things to end up horribly. That is why they are the way they are today; carefree, egotistical and very full of themselves. They have no sense of what is right and wrong for a person to act like anymore. Sometimes I still find my brother looking thru old pictures of himself and old Roderick," he said sympathetically as he patted my shoulder.

"I mean, it's not like I'm putting him off. I want to enjoy things too. But, Toris . . . he . . ."

"He what?"

"I want to be happy with him too. I mean he likes me, I like him, so I-"

"There's no pity in love."

"?"

"When you love someone you don't do it out of pity, empathy, or sympathy. It always screws you over," he smiles. I smile back.

"Gee, where'd you get that corny line from?" I ask laughing.

"Not any of your darn business," he mumbles, "c'mon, let's go see what Feliciano's doing."

The two of us leave out of the bathroom.

"I never thought I'd have a life changing moment in my own downstairs bathroom or be yelled at by a buff angry German," I smile. He nudges me with his arm as we both race up the stairs. We walk into my room to see Feliciano taking down all of my pictures I had recently pinned on my only damaged wall [after that fit I had in the party night days ago].

"Looky looky Ludwig! He has so many pictures! But none of us!" he exclaims. Instead of yelling at him, I grab a camera sitting on my new desk.

"Here, let me start taking pictures of both of you!" I say as I raise my camera lens at the two.

"Oh yey!" he squeaks happily.

"C'mon Lu, don't you want me to have a picture of you and Feliciano demonstrating your friendship?" I laugh.

"Oh yes! Your right! C'mon Ludwig, hug me for the camera!" he yells. Ludwig embarrassed as ever, lifts his arms as Feliciano hugs him. He quietly mumbles 'thank you' with his lips as I take about two shots before I realize Toris is downstairs.

"Hey you guys, let's go down to the kitchen! Toris was baking some lunch; I think it's some foreign food!" I yell. The three of us head out of my room for downstairs. As soon as I push the kitchen door open I quickly snap a picture of Toris who I assumed was in there sitting down at the kitchen table.

"Hey Toris, I thought I'd be really amazing to take pictures of us all eating and-"

I stop talking, seeing the picture I had taken thru the camera lens. A very concerned Toris sat quietly, his hands crossed together on the table, quietly waiting.

"Um, I have some news," he says, avoiding eye-contact with me.

"What is it?" asked Ludwig for me; I couldn't form words from my mouth.

"Feliks needs me back home; he says I can go back now," he mutters.

I feel my smile drop, all the blood rush out of my face instantly.

Great, I think, another thing to stand in my way.

a/n: review~! : )