A/N: well, this update came quicker than I expected! :D Even I'm surprised!

so, hope you'll like this update and, once again;

ON WITH THE ... Wait... Script please?

"So... You hid the body?" Alfred asked, leaning across the table and munching at a slightly pulpy apple.

Arthur sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I did more than hide it..."

Alfred gestured for him to continue the story, of how he and his twin had arrived at the asylum, of which - as you'd imagine, as this was the story of how a schizophrenic and a psychopath got into a prison - was horribly gruesome, to say the very least.

"Well... I kind of didn't want police on my case, and burning a body is harder than it seems... So... I kind of... Baked him..." Arthur concluded, scratching the back of his neck in anxiety.

"Wait... You baked him?" Matthew cut in, his eyes round with slight disturbance. He pushed his slightly wavy hair behind his ear, not looking at all surprised when it slipped its way back into his physical vision.

Arthur stuck his hands up in defence. "Well... He was already sliced to pieces..."

Matthew visibly paled at this, his cheeks puffing slightly with at the bile rising in his throat.

"Don't worry! We didn't eat him!" Oliver interrupted, waving a hand up and down in reassurance.

That thought seemed to have not crossed Matthew's thoughts before, but as soon as it did, he raised his hands to his lips and rushed to the bin at the corner of the room.

Alfred shivered, looking away from the yellowish mush cascading from his brothers throat. He looked at the twins, realising that neither looked at all disturbed by what they had done. In fact, the only hint that either was even slightly queasy was that Arthur was wringing his hands, his creamy skin now milky.

"I think that is a very clever idea." Ivan smiled, his eyes practically glowing with interest. He leaned forward, his scarf - Arthur still had no idea why he was allowed to wear it, as the Asylum had a 'No Accessories' policy - intertwined with his fingers, his digits playing with the holes in the wool.

"Thanks!" Oliver beamed, looking at Ivan with glee. Arthur raised an eyebrow at his brother, before turning away, slightly disturbed by his twins reaction. Matthew rejoined the table, wiping his lips with a napkin, still looking slightly mortified.

"What do you think, Yao? It's very clever, da?" Ivan asked, turning to the Chinese man. Yao looked as if he was about to answer, before his eyes caught another pair of soft brown irises from across the room. His own eyes immediately widened, his jaw slacking.

Alfred, Matthew, Ivan and the twins followed his gaze, looking around the room for whatever must be so surprising. Upon finding nothing out of the ordinary, they faced Yao once again.

"What's up, dude?" The American asked, voicing for the other four teens staring at the Asian. The question - much like the one before - seemed to fall upon deaf ears, and Yao stood from his place. His chin rose, his lips forming a thin line. As Yao stalked across the room, Arthur pondered what on earth was wrong with the Chinese man, watching with barely-concealed anticipation as the brunette stopped at a table.

At the table were four males, all eating something or other from their trays of food. The first to be noticed by Arthur was a blond with some of the broadest shoulders the Brit had ever seen. The blue eyes of the blond turned towards Yao as soon as he halted at the table.

The next Arthur noticed was a brunette with a rather cute curl rooting from the right side of his head, and honey-like eyes, which practically emitted childlike innocence. The third was a teen that looked incredibly like the previous male, only with slightly darker hair and the odd curl protruding from the other side of his scalp, making Arthur take the initiative to guess they were twins.

The fourth was the one that Yao had stopped in front of. The male had a slight bowl-haircut styling his jet black hair. His eyes were the weirdest thing Arthur had ever seen. Now, Arthur Kirkland had always believed eyes were the portal to the soul, and he could always instantly know someone's mood with one glance at their eyes. This males eyes were different.

The irises seemed to glow with surprise once he saw Yao, but all the same looked bored and rather agitated.

Even though the mans eyes were some of the weirdest things he had ever seen, what he hard next shocked him the most.

"Dìdì?" Yao asked, tears glazed over his eyes,

"...Bigguburazā?"

A/N: Sooo... Hey, Japan! ^^

Slightly crackly at the start I know, and slightly boring at the end, but I'm not a fucking author so don't judge me! ~

Translations-

"Dìdì?" - "Little brother?" (Chinese)

"...Bigguburazā?" - "... Big brother?" (Japanese)

UNTIL NEXT TIME! - Lolzers