sup peeps? so... chritmas time! ive been holdin this for a while (no idea why) but i hope you will forgive me for that! anyways, enjoy!

"Kiku?" Her voice rang out.

Heart racing, she reached out, wanting to grab ahold of him. It had been so long!

"Kiku! Where have you been? Why haven't you visited? I've missed you so much!" Her arms wrapped around him, catching him, preventing him from running away from her again. She looked down, staring at his smaller body.

"Kiku... You have to stay."

"Fra-Francine..."

"Kiku, promise me?"

Kiku looked away from her.

"I can't stay. Tomorrow I'll be gone." Francine stared at him.

"Kiku... I need you." Kiku turned back, his eyes moist.

"Francine..."

Francine grabs his head. Confused, Kiku starts to pull back. Francine stares into his eyes for a second, before she pulls him towards herself.

Suddenly Kiku found his lips pressed against Francine's, an action he enjoyed immensely, no matter how wrong it was. She was bleeding to death for god's sake!

Kiku startled back, he needed to stop the bleeding. Kiku reach down to the box of bandages, opening it up, and grabbing ahold of Francine's arm yet again.

He looked at her arm in shock. Where a few seconds ago was a long red gash, now there was a just smooth skin.

"Francine...?" He looked at her face. Her eyes were closed. She had Pale skin, but a rosy tint to her cheeks.

He shook her some, what had just happened? One second, she was covered in blood; next she was as healthy as can be. The only thing that kept him from dismissing it as a dream, or a hallucination, was the blood staining her cloths crimson.

Francine made a mumbling noise in her sleep, and then shifted some.

"Kiku..."

"Come on, you need to wake up..."

"No! Amelia..."

Kiku paused. Amelia?

"Madeline, you need to run!"

And Madeline as well...

"NO! NO! Don't die!" Francine's voice was panicked.

"Francine. Francine!" Kiku shook her some more.

"You can't..."

"FRANCINE!"

Francine's eyes fluttered, before shooting open. She jolted up, breathing hard. Of course, doing so, she rammed heads with Kiku.

"Ow!" Francine exclaimed.

Kiku rubbed his head. That actually hurt.

Francine's eyes looked at the body in front of her. She followed it up to the face, the easiest way to identify who was sitting in front of her. Her eyes landed on a face she never thought she would see again.

"Kiku? Wha..."

"Francine! What were you thinking, exactly?"

"What was i thinking? What do you mean? Wait, you're like, dead. Wait, am I dead? Where are Madeline and the others? Why aren't they here? Why are you here? Oh my god! I'm dead! An- OW!"

Francine turned to Kiku, who had slapped her. She placed a hand on her cheek.

"Why did you do that?" She whispered.

"Francine. You are not dead. You aren't going to be for a long time. I don't want you to be dead. Oh god, what were you thinking! Trying to kill yourself..."

Francine looked down. Tears shone in her eyes.

"But I wanted to be with you... "

"Francine. That wouldn't work. You'd just be sent back here. Like I was."

"You were sent back alive?"

"What? No... A ghost. "

"But... Why do you look so alive?"

"What do you...?"

The door burst open. In stepped a panting Spaniard.

"Francine!" he looked around the room until his eyes landed on Kiku.

"Who the heck are you?"

Ve~~

Amelia was sitting in the graveyard. She sighed, and continued to stare at the stone before her. She was so involved in her thinking she didn't notice him walking up behind her. She jumped when she felt the warm air of his breath to through her neck.

"Arthur." She knew it was him before she even turned around. She would always know when it was him. She turned around. Arthur's face was right in front of hers.

"Of course..." She trailed off.

"You have the sight, don't you?"

Arthur slowly nodded.

"I had a feeling. There were always things floating around your desk."

Arthur sat down in front of her.

"I should have told you earlier."

"Yes. You should have."

"Anything I can do?"

"No." Amelia turned her head. All the moments she could have spent talking to him, even if he couldn't say anything back.

"I'm sorry Amelia."

"..."

"I probably should get going now..."

Arthur stood up, and started to walk away.

"WAIT!"

Amelia yelled without her knowing it. Her entire body screamed against her letting him go.

Arthur turned back.

"Maybe... Maybe I forgive you. Just because I don't want you to leave me on my own. Just because a hero needs a sidekick. Okay, you know what, forget that, I definitely forgive you, I mean, I can't get mad at you anyways, so I might as well. I mean, your face is just too adorable for me to stay mad at you... And you're looking at me now... And I'm still talking and I'm babbling now. I should stop talking. Or maybe I should keep talking. Okay, you're smiling way to much now. Hey so not cool! You can't laugh at my acceptance speech. Seriously! Why are you looking at me like that? Hey, you ever notice your eyes are really pretty? That was random! Your eyebrows are way too big. You're still staring at me weirdly. What are you thinking? Uh... Artie? Are you- mfu!"

Amelia stopped talking when she suddenly found the lips of the Englishman pressed to hers. She froze. How many times had she wanted this to happen? How much would she have given for it to be while she was still alive? She leaned into the kiss, wanting to savor this while she could. Eventually this state of solidness would be to much for her and she would float through him, but for now, she kissed him.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him closer to her. The two parted gently, gasping for air. Arthur leaned his head on hers, and whispered,

"I'm sorry."

Amelia smiled, "your forgiven Iggy."

~ ve~

Lovina normally disliked almost everyone and everything, but there were only a few people and things she truly hated. Two of these people where blondes she had meet when she was little, and another two where the Beilschmidt brothers. A fifth was her nonno, but he was generally unthought about.

There was a story about the blondes, even though she had forgotten their names long ago.

When she and Felicia were kids, they had lived in Italy with their mother and father, and had lived there for a while. Most of the time they were there, they were friendless, but towards the end, Feli, being the cheerful person she was, had befriended a small boy. The parents of the boy had meet with their parents, and quickly became friends. From then after, Feli spent a lot of time with the boy, while Lovina was forced to play with his older brother, who she nicknamed potato bastard.

Eventually, the brothers had to go visit relatives in Germany, and never came back.

~ve~

Gilbert was an albino. That's what everyone knew, and with his white hair and red eyes, it wasn't hard to see. However, most didn't know that he wasn't naturally so. No, he didn't do the whole hair dying thing, he didn't wear contacts, but he wasn't born that way. Actually, the reason he was an albino was because of a car crash when he was 7.

The car crash was a fairly be one, one that had sent his brother into a coma for a couple of months, and one that had caused him to lose the pigmentation in his body. No one knew what had happened to him, exactly, they just knew that his body had suddenly stopped pigmenting. He was stuck in a hospital for a month or two before they would release him, and when they finally did so, his brother came out of the coma almost immediately. The only problem was that his brother didn't remember anything. Nothing. Zip. Nada. Ludwig's mind was a clean slate. He didn't remember their mother, father, or Gilbert. Ludwig was about five at the time, about the time for him to go to school for the first time. Their parents decided it would be best if they just pretended that the past had never happened. As if Gilbert had always been Albino. As if the crash had never happened. And that's why only two people alive knew about the crash, about why Gilbert was an albino.

how'd you like it? i really need to update more often... ah, oh well, ill try... anyways, Review!