On All Hallow's Eve Arthur found himself in the same office. Everything was still in place and everything was just as he remembered it. The pictures, the book cases, the plants. Everything. Arthur really didn't wanna be here but if he wanted to fix his latest problems he had to come here. As he waited he finally looked at some of the pictures that were mounted on the walls but a certain picture caught his eye. It was a picture of his little brother at the beach wearing nothing but a pair of blue swim trunks and water wings. In the photo he looks about four or five years old. The Brit smiled at the photo and felt compelled to take the photo from its frame. Before he could even lift his hand to take the photo the door opened and in came Tino.

The blond Finn entered the room with a melancholy look. The once vibrant face that was cheerful and had energy was now sad and held no light. His face was pale and his eyes looked like they had sunken in. He looked like he hadn't been eating enough or getting any sleep. To summarize, he looked terrible. The blond walked to his chair as Arthur went to the sofa. Both of them sat down and between the two of there, there was a deafening silence in the room and the only thing that made noise was the ticking clock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Went the clock. Arthur felt like the room was either dropping in temperature or rising in heat as he uncomfortably sat in the awkward silence. To the Brit, the silence was something he both loved and hated. Silence was something he suffered in and to be trapped in it was enough to make Arthur want to scream or go a little mad.

After what seemed like an eternity of dead silence, Tino clicked his pen and wrote something down on a clip board with a hoarse cough. Arthur felt his body flinch upon hearing the cough and he scooted away a little. Was Tino sick?

"Here we are again, Arthur. What seems to be the problem?" The Finn said with his usual voice except, his voice held no personality to it like it used to. There was something wrong and Arthur could tell. Part of him wanted to ask but he thought he should leave it alone.

"I seem to be picking up drinking again and my husband wants me to get help again to find out why." Tino nodded and scribbled some stuff down.

"What do you think brought on this drinking?"

"Work. Ever since I got back from England I have just had a huge pile of work from what my boss gave me to helping his sister plan her baby shower. I just needed a stress release and alcohol was the first thing I went to and not my husband." Tino nodded and scribbled notes down.

"About your husband, what did he say about your drinking?"

"Basically we fought like we used to and he didn't talk to me for a whole day."

"How did you feel?"

"Like shit. I knew that my drinking was a reason in what is wrong with me and why our marriage failed the first time. I saw him cry, and I mean I really saw him cry."

"Clarify that for me, what does that mean?"

"Years ago I saw the tears he shed when I drank but I was either too hung over or too drunk to actually see how my drinking was affecting him and our boys. When I stopped, I actually saw and I actually felt. And I felt like shit. I was hurting them and I was too much into my drunken stupor to see how. But now I know and I want to stop myself before I hurt them again. At my age, it's hard to quit. Even when I think I kicked the habit."

"Alcoholism is a troubling thing to kick. As you get older, your body gets so used to it to the point where you think you constantly need it but you must have will power. Since you said this started after you got back from England, did anything happen while you were away for the trial?" A shock went through Arthur's body as soon as the mere mention of England rang through his mind. Pain entered his heart as he thought about what happened. That was something he would never ever be able to forget, even though he wish he could. Minutes had to go by before Tino clearly noticed the long pause. He looked at the blond and put his pen and notepad down.

"Arthur, you can tell me whatever happened. I promise that no matter what you say, nothing leaves this room."

Another long pause followed before Artur could say anything.

"Well... it was after the trial, the last day I was in England, to be specific. I made a promise to my older brother and went to our childhood home..."

~Flashback~

Arthur paid the £8 he owed to the cab driver as he exited the taxi and looked at his childhood home which, thankfully, no one wanted to live in. All he could remember about the place was that it was small and, with what little money his father had, it was afforable. It wasn't too much but at least there was a roof over his head. Many memories came at him like a flood. The nights he went without food. The nights of the abuse he endured. The nights of... He swallowed the lump he had in his throat as he walked up to the house that was the bane of his existence. Tears welled up in his eyes as he thought of how the trial ended. It wasn't fair. None of it is. He thought that he'd finally get his piece of mind but the thing he wanted most in the world was now snatched away from him with one sentence. The blond wiped away his tears as he heard his brother's car rode up behind him. He didn't need to turn around to know who Allistor brought with him. Footsteps came near him and a deep sigh was heard and cigar smoke was blown in his face.

"That was a pretty surprising turn out, eh?" Allistor asked. Arthur didn't say a word. He had nothing to say to him. The red-haired Kirkland brother looked at his younger brother and his face fell. He couldn't imagine what his brother was going through on the inside. Allistor looked at their childhood home and sighed as many memories came to mind. It's almost hard to believe the horrors that went on behind the doors once they closed. The person that came with Allistor sighed with a sense of nostalgia in his voice.

"It almost feels nice to be back home."

"Maybe to you, old bastard." Arthur muttered.

"Watch your mouth Arthur!"

"I just don't understand it! How can you do the things you did and get off easy like you did?!"

"Did you not hear a word of what the magistrate said?"

"I heard but I just don't see why I had to be dumped with an arse like you just when I had thought I escaped!" A harsh slap came to Arthur's face. He nearly fell on the ground had Allistor not caught him in time. He looked up at the man who looked like an older version of him except with greying hair and cold green eyes that seemed to pierce through his soul. The familiar feeling of fear rose up in Arthur's chest as his mind went back into the mentality of a seven year old and he began to tremble.

"I-I-I'm so s-sorry D-daddy..."

The older man looked at his hand and he put it down and held it out to his son. Arthut looked at the hand with fear still in his eyes. The very traumatic experiences he tried to forget now coming back to him in one gesture. The stinging sensation in his cheek had not gone away yet, something else familiar. Reluctantly, Arthur took his hand and as soon as he stood up, he took his hand away and continued to look at the building. The memories came back in a flooding motion. All the tears, all the sadness, all the misery, all the torture that happened during those eighteen years. A tear slipped out of his eye as he thought of the little boy who used to lie awake at night and pray to be taken away from the hell otherwise known as home and get away from the demons known as his family.

The blond swallowed a thick lump in his throat as he slowly walked towards the run down building. With each step anxiety arose within him. His heart pounded and his breathing became fast and rapid. His legs began to tremble as the rest of his body slowly reacted with his legs and began to shake. Tears came out of his eyes as Arthur walked to the small set of steps leading to the door. He paused and took deep breaths as he looked at the door. Could he do it? Could he open the door and walk into the house of horrors? Could he face his dark memories? Slowly, he raised his hand to open the door but put it back down as he saw a familiar reflection in a window. It was a young boy with big green eyes wearing raggedy clothes and had a couple bruises on his face. Tears were falling down his eyes and he was shaking his head vigorously. Arthur recognized the reflection and ignored his inner childish pleading as he opened the door and walked inside.

When he got inside, he walked up the stairs and into the hell he used to know as home. All the furniture was gone and the walls were bleak with no colour. Darkness surrounded the place as he walked around. There was no life, nothing. Just as he remembered it. Outlines of where the furniture used to be were there. Walking further into the house he reached the bedroom he and his brothers shared. A small laugh came from his lips as he remembered all the nights where they were squished together. He walked further into the living space and stopped at a specific room. His eyes widened as he knew which room this was and in the silence, he heard the screams of a child in pain and a creaking bed. Arthur closed his eyes as the trauma he faced came back to life and he grabbed his head with his hands and tried to block out the screams as they got louder and louder, to the point where that was all he could hear. Each scream was worse than the last and he wanted to just run away from the memories and forget them. He wanted to bury them deep in the ground and forget they were ever alive. More tears slipped out of his eyes as he broke down and cried hysterically.

Before he knew it, someone had run into the house and held him tight, big mistake. Thinking he was still that crying child from so many years ago, he struggled against the person holding him and fought them off. He shook his head vigorously and struggled to get away.

"GET OFF OF ME! GET OFF OF ME!" Arthur screamed as he got away from whoever this was. He panted and opened his eyes to see his father and he remembered who he was and remembered that he's older. His father tried to touch his hand but Arthur took it away, stood up, and ran out of the house and caught a taxi to take him back to the hotel so he could pack. He had to get the hell out of there today.

By this point Arthur had been crying and Tino wrote down notes and sighed sadly.

"I... I'm so sorry."

"I want the memories to die... I want my father to go away forever..." Arthur cried. "I wish I wasn't stuck with him..."

"You can't pick and choose your parents. Besides, don't you think it's a good thing that the trial turned out the way it did?" Arthur looked at Tino like he had gone mad. Be happy? How the hell was he supposed to be happy about his father not being in jail for the things he did?! The man who was supposed to teach him to be a man and give him good advice and love him, not make him go through the things he did. More tears welled up in his eyes as his mind kept playing those memories.

"Happy? How can I be happy when I'm tormented by those memories that vile excuse for a man implanted in my mind?!"

"Look, I know you may not see a reason to be happy but don't you think you're over exaggerating this a bit?"

"Over exaggerating? Have you ever been violated by strange men older than you night after night and your parents were fully aware of what was happening? Were you ever violated by your father?"

"No, I never was."

"Then you have no fucking right to tell me how to feel." He growled lowly. Tino wanted to say something but he didn't as he went on to say something else.

"All I am saying is that while your father isn't in jail, you have a great power over him. If he slips up just once, he goes back to England and rots in a jail cell but in the mean time, you can let him meet your sons and learn to trust him again. You know, rebuild from the ground up."

Arthur shook his head, "You can't rebuild something that is in complete disrepair." Trust was something very valuable to Arthur and once it was broken, it was hard to gain back. For Arthur, trust was something to be earned. His family, the ones who were supposed to provide him with a safe haven from the cruel world, took the trust he had as a child and played around with it like it was nothing until it completely shattered into a million little pieces which were scattered upon the concrete ground of his soul. Tino lowly growled and slammed his pad on the table.

"You know what, I've tried to be fucking polite and cheerful with you but it seems like I have to be blunt. You just want to sit there and be sorry for yourself and ask me how to fix your problems when you should be asking yourself how to fix your problems and fixing them on your own. The anger you feel at your father for what he did, that's all in the past and in order to really kick your drinking problem and forget your past, you have to take full advantage of what God threw at you and rebuild the broken relationship with him." The blond looked at the Finn as his face turned into an angry expression. How dare he say that to him? Arthur's blood boiled and he stood up and got in a stance that looked like he was going to fight him. Tino stood up as well, almost as if he were expecting this of his patient. He held his arms out like some sort of angel and stepped close.

"Go on. Hit me. That's what you want me to do, isn't it? What's it gonna solve?" He said cockily, sure that the Brit wasn't going to do a thing. Arthur's fist curled up tight as he felt his nails start to dig into his skin. His face had to have started to get red to symbolize the burning rage he felt on the inside. His teeth gritted as his hand slowly raised and, as if it were in slow motion, he punched Tino in the face. The therapist fell down to his knees. A light chuckle came out of his mouth as he looked up at Arthur.

"You hit like five-year-old girl!" In response to that, Arthur kicked his face and pulled on Tino's hair.

"Now listen to me you damn Finn. You do not know a fucking thing about me or how my mind works. I know you are my therapist and as such you are licensed to tell me things I don't want to hear but you have just crossed a very thin line. If it is crossed once again, I will not fucking HESITATE to harm you further than I just did. Got it?" Tino nodded.

"Crystal clear." Arthur let go and looked at the clock. Time was up. A sad sigh came out of Arthur's lips as he looked at Tino who struggled to get up. He held out his hand and those dull violet eyes looked up at him.

"It's the gentlemanly thing I can do after punching and kicking you." Tino hesitantlly took his hand and stood up.

"Thank you. Uh, time is up."

"I know. So uh... you know where to send the bill. Happy Halloween." Arthur awkwardly said as he ran out, not quite sure of what else to say.

~Transition~

Matthew stepped back and looked at himself in the mirror. It was Halloween and he was going out as a princess while Lovino was going with him as a prince. A blush crept to the blond's face as he thought of what he was going to look like when he saw him. A knock sounded at the door and slowly opened to reveal Alfred dressed as a hitman. He was going to a Halloween dance with Feliciano who was most likely dressing as a plate of pasta. An amused smile decorated Matthew's face as he thought of how that mismatched choice in costume would look.

"Ready bro?"

"How do I look?" Matthew twirled around in his costume. Alfred smiled and messed with his twin's hair a little.

"You look cute. Chigi-tomato is gonna love it." A groan escapred Matthew's lips as he facepalmed. Ever since that fight between the two, Alfred and Lovino had been nothing but bitter enemies. Matthew tried on several occasions to get the two to mend their damaged relationship but so far, nothing worked out. Every attempt ended in failure and their rivalry blossomed further and further into hatred.

"Can you two please just forget the thing you two got in a fight about and apologize? I'm tired of having to choose between the love of my life and my twin brother!" Alfred shook his heaad. If only you knew his true intentions Mattie... Matthew rolled his eyes and checked his costume one last time. As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. Alfred ran down to answer it and when he did he saw Feliciano in a werewolf costume and Lovino as a prince. Alfred stepped back and let them in as his brother came down the stairs. Lovino looked at him and stared in awe as he watched an angel walk down the stairs and jump into his arms.

"Lovi!" The Italian caught him in time and spun him around like once of those scenes you's see in a romantic movie or at least that one scene in Les Miserables at Cosette and Marius' wedding when they were dancing and he spun her around. In any case, they kissed before Lovino set him down. A blush spread across the blond's face and the brunette chuckled.

"You look beautiful Matteo."

"Thanks. You look handsome." Lovino smiled as he went to the ground on one knee and took Matthew's hand into his own and pressed a light kiss to it.

"My princess. If there were a contest between you and the gorgeous sunlight that graces the land each morning, you would win by default."

"*blushes deep* My dear prince... that's so sweet, I think you may have given me cavities by your words alone!"

"*stands* Then you musn't get a dentist to look ait."

"Why not?"

"He may take away the cavities my words put into your mouth." Matthew's face had to have resembled a tomato by now. He his his face in his boyfriend's chest in embarrassment. Lovino smiled and wrapped his arms around him. Feliciano looked at his brother and his friend and smiled at them. They were in so much love. He looked at Alfred and kissed his cheek. The blond blushed a little and looked at Feliciano. The auburn-haired Italian giggled and held up his left hand (the one with Alfred's promise ring on it). Alfred smiled and gently kissed is hand.

Alfred whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too." They kissed and all of a sudden a camera snapped and the two looked at Francis who had one of those Polaroid Cameras in his hands and a huge smile on his face.

"Aw~ You two look so cute~"

"Papa!" Alfred groaned as everyone else laughed. First with the condoms and now with this. Papa really has no filter, does he? Francis' laughet died down a little then he set the camera down.

"Antonio just texted me and Arcelia wanted to go trick-or-treating tonight and he can't take her because... you know." All four teens nodded in understanding as they all knew what Francis couldn't say. A couple of weeks ago Antonio got sick and had to be hospitalized. The doctors don't know if it's a life or death situation yet but only time will tell his fate. After some silence, Matthew spoke up.

"I'll take her around the neighborhood."

"Matthieu..."

"It's ok. I don't mind. Besides, I'll have Lovi with me. Right?" The dark-haired teen nodded and wrapped his arms around Matthew's waist and kissed his cheek.

"Yea, I'll look out for them." The Frenchman nodded, feeling that nothing would go wrong.

"Ok, well Arcelia is at the hospital in her father's room. Just go to the front desk and ask for his room, they'll tell you." The two nodded and walked out of the house. Alfred took Feliciano's into his and grabbed his phone.

"Ok, um, Feli and I are gonna leave now. I'll be back by curfew." Francis nodded and watched his son leave with his boyfriend. Once they were out of sight, he let out a small giggle and went upstairs to the bedroom where he saw Arthur wearing a maid outfit and blushing deeply. He smirked and took his shirt off as he walked to the bed and captured Arthur's lips in a hungry kiss. Trick-orTreat indeed~ Francis thought as he turned the lights off.

Matthew and Lovino made it to the hospital and were on the elevator to Antonio's room. They stood in silence as they didn't really know what to say to each other. Lovino looked at Matthew and smiled who in turn smiled back at him. The darker haired one pulled him into a loving embrace and kissed his nose. A light giggle sounded from Matthew's lips as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck.

"Hey there Prince Charming."

"My princess, what is troubling you?"

"What? Nothing's wrong." Matthew tried to sound convincing but he was failing and he knew it.

"Please tell me."

"Fine. It's just... It's my first year going trick-or-treating in a girl's costume."

"Yea?"

"'Yea?' Lovi, you don't get it. You see how much hate I get out in public over wearing dresses and skirts. I could get harrassed out there and-" Lovino cut him off with a kiss.

"You're not going to get hurt. I said I was going to watch out for you tonight and I'm going to stay true to my word. Ok?" Matthew nodded and buried his face in Lovino's neck.

"You'll always protect me, right?"

"Of course I will." As soon as Lovino said that, the doors opened and they stepped out. They had no problem finding the room but what nothing prepared them for what they saw. Antonio was laying in bed with various tubes coming out of his body. His face was sunken in and he was staring up at the ceiling. He was as pale as a ghost and it barely looked like his chest was rising and falling. The Spaniard slowly turned his head and forced a smile on his face to try and make it seem like he wasn't in pain.

"Hola. Did you two come to see me?"

Matthew answered, "Yea and we're gonna take Arcelia trick-or-treating tonight."

"She's in the bathroom so she should be out in a minute or so. What are you two dressed up as?"

"I'm a princess and Lovi's my adorable Prince Charming~" Matthew kissed his cheek and Lovino blushed to the point where he had to have started resembling a tomato. Antonio chuckled a little and looked at Lovino.

"I think you should call Little Lovi 'Prince Tomato Charming'!" Lovino growled and was about to say something but then Arcelia came out of the bathroom and instantly ran for Matthew, trapping him in a hug. The blond smiled at her and hugged her back. She was wearing a cowgirl costume complete with a tan dress, a pair of boots, a hat and a vest.

"Hey kid, ready to go?" The child nodded and grabbed her candy bag.

"Ready when you are Mattie!" He chuckled and took her hand and led her outside while Lovino stayed for a little bit. He walked over and hugged Antonio tight and let out a shaky breath.

"Don't die on me, tomato bastard."

"*chuckle* I don't plan on it." Then, after a few more second, Lovino let go and left the room, wondering if this will be the last time he will see the man who came to know as his big brother.

Alfred and Feliciano were at the park. It was dark and there was no one around. They were at the dance at their school but it got boring to them and they decided to leave and go to their favourite tree and just look up at the sky. There was a peaceful silence between them as he cuddled and looked up at the sky. A chilling breeze blew past them and Feliciano shivered. As a repsponse, Alfred gently pulled him closer and kissed his cheek. Feli smiled and hugged him tight as he looked up at the sky and pointed a finger to a constallation he remembered.

"Alfie, look!" Alfred looked up at what his boyfriend was pointing at and an amused chuckle escaped his lips as he recognized the Big Dipper. He scanned the sky and moved Feliciano's finger over to the Little Dipper.

"If I'm your big dipper then that means you're my little dipper." A light lush spread across Feli's face as he cuddled into Alfred. He smiled and held him close. They continued to stare up at the stars, with millions of thoughts running through their minds. Feliciano blinked and sat up, hugging his knees to his chest. Something was troubling him and Alfred could tell.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

"Have you ever thought of running away?"

"What?"

"Have you ever thought of running away?" Feliciano asked again, dramatically looking at Alfred.

"A couple times."

"How did it play out in your mind?"

"I guess it played out like this: I stole some money from my dad then run to the bus station and get a bus ticket to Mississippi then once I got down there I would get a job as an auto mechanic and earn money and get myself my own place. Once we were both 17 I would send you money to get a bus ticket from this miserable hellhole to Mississippi and we could get married and live the years together. Just you and me." Feliciano blinked and then put his hands on Alfred's shoulders.

"Let's do it."

"Wait... what?!"

"Let's do it. Let's run away. Let's go to Mississippi. Let's get an apartment together. Let's elope. Let's do it Alfie. I want to run away with you." Alfred shook his head and took Feliciano's hands off his shoulders.

"Babe, I'm happy you want to run away but please, can't we think about this?"

"What's there to think about?"

"One: We're both fifteen! No one will give us a job and we'll have to live on the streets for a while. Two: Our faces will be plastered over every TV screen and milk carton in the nation. Three: We could get killed." Feliciano scoffed at him.

"I lived in Italia before I came here. Believe me, I know everything there is to know about the streets."

"Maybe Italian streets but not American." Feliciano stayed silent and leaned into Alfred and looked back up at the stars with a look of longing in his eyes. The two sat in an uncomfortable silence until Alfred sighed.

"Why do you want to run away?"

"I feel suffocated here, like I'm in a cage. So much has happened and I feel so trapped that I want to run away just to get away from it all." Alfred opened his mouth to say something but then closed it. He could sympathize with Feli's reason for wanting to run away. There wasn't a day where he didn't think about it. Just running away, turning his back on the life he knew, starting a new life in a new place with a new identity. Alfred knew the feeling perfectly well and often dreamt of it. The two just sat there in silence, looking up at the stars. Nothing ran through their heads but thoughts of the future and how much longer they could hold on to this life.

Me: Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated in a while. This was supposed to go up on Halloween but life got in my way so this is a belated Happy Halloween! Sorry if it's half-baked and doesn't make that much sense or I left out some things I should have added but I did but I thought that this chapter was delayed enough, I don't want to delay it further. (Besides, I wanted to get started on the Thanksgiving chapter!) Anyways, if you liked then go ahead and like, favorite, or follow! This is Janae AKA OrgyMemberXVII signing off! Bye :D