My birthday had passed and I was 26-years old, or so I wanted to believe. I wasn't sure if I was aging anymore, but I didn't forget my birthday. Sorry, I have not forgotten my birthday still. Any way, it was a couple of days after my birthday, which was celebrated between Arthur and I. It was sweet and all, but it was nothing like the elaborate birthdays I used to have. Elaborate? I meant that I was often surrounded with friends, wonderful food, and gifts. Oh how I loved gifts. Arthur had given me many fairytale books, mostly from England, but the book I liked the most was this book full of different stories, and it was all in French. He had thought that I was bored in his apartment when he went to work and so on, and for some reason, I couldn't help but feel overjoyed just to know that he had thought of my feelings! I'm being somewhat sarcastic of course, but either way, I was mainly overjoyed because I liked the books. I was never able to finish them.

Back on track, about a week after my birthday, Arthur went out again. He was going to a new bar that opened to see how it was. I didn't want to go with him of course. I wanted to read my new books, and I had long since abandoned going with him, attempting to convince him not to take anyone home with him. He never listened, so I gave up on that part. I made a futile effort before he would decide to kill someone, because at that time, his killings were dwindling. Sometimes he would bring someone over and kill them, but sometimes, after Gilbert's visit, he would have someone over and seriously have a good time with them. I enjoyed the latter times the most, but I really would feel for Arthur when the guests that he would spare wouldn't call him or anything ever again, especially since he feared that so much. He thought that I would do the same when I was trying to get to Veronique's house.

"Hey, I'm back!" Arthur yelled as he made his way into the house. Behind him was someone I recognized as Antonio's boyfriend person, we really never knew what he was to him, but he was always Lovino. I had hoped that Arthur had simply brought him over to hang out, though I couldn't help but think I wouldn't have cared if he did anything to him.

Lovino raised a brow and closed the door behind him. "Who are you talking to?" I could hear him murmuring something about Arthur being a nut and he hoped the movie wasn't too long. I wondered what he was talking about when he said so.

"Ah, sorry. I was speaking to my house," Arthur blinked at me and shook his head as if he was daydreaming. "So, that movie, yes I have it! Let me go get it out of my room." He quickly shuffled over to his bedroom and I watched as Lovino folded his arms and sat on the couch. He asked without an answer where the TV even was, and huffed when he was met with silence. Finally, Arthur stood in the doorway with a VHS tape in his hand, "Sorry, the TV is in here, but I found it."

The irritated Italian groaned and followed Arthur into the bedroom, and as did I. I wanted to ask little Lovi about Antonio I suppose, so I settled on Arthur's bed and began to wait for Arthur to turn the movie on. My plan was to interrupt at a slow moment in the film. About five or seven minutes into the horrid movie, I got Arthur's attention. "Arthur, do you mind asking Lovino how Antonio is?"

He flashed a look that pretty much asked, "Oh, so you know him?" Or maybe not? He rolled his eyes and continued to watch the film.

"Ask him like this," I adjusted my throat, "Correct me if I'm wrong but do you know Antonio? Antonio Hernandez Carriedo?" He nodded and asked Lovino my question, who seemed somewhat shocked as he stated that he indeed knew him. There was silence until I asked Arthur to ask Lovino how Antonio was doing. At this, Lovino frowned and stared at Arthur for a long while.

I hadn't expected Lovino to say anything bad about Antonio. I was expecting him to say something about Antonio's success and happiness but... "He's been unwell since um...since Francis went missing. Tried to kill himself twice," he paused to think about everything he could possibly say, "I had to break up with him but really I still see him every other day. The bastard can hardly be left alone."

Arthur was speechless, and as was I. Never, I would have never imagined. "Ask him why he tried to kill himself." Arthur did so as he pretended to be sucked into the movie. "And ask him who the hell is with Antonio now if he's like that! Mon Dieu is this my fault?" Arthur knew the answer to that. It was a bit of his fault wasn't it? He asked Lovino my questions and Lovino hesitantly answered.

"Yeah, don't worry, Feliciano is with him. And er...well, Francis, the dead one right? Well sorry, if you know Antonio you probably know the French bastard and that tragedy or whatever people call it too, so I'll spare you those details. Anyway, French bastard had asked for a ride and Antonio couldn't take him and all that shit, so he blames it on himself sort of. He's just being a whiner." At that, Lovino sighed and stared at the television until he asked, "Where's your bathroom?

Now it just happened to be that Arthur's bathroom had many pictures of his victims, after he dismembered them and such. It was interesting that Lovino had been the only victim that had asked for the restroom. Well, this wasn't quite true, it was just that recently, Arthur decided that it would be a nice place to hang the pictures on the wall. I for one didn't care about them. I had no use of the bathroom therefore I was able to avoid seeing such atrocities, but now that someone was there needing to go to the bathroom while the pictures were there, I was sure that Arthur suddenly felt doomed.

"Um, I'm sorry, but um...my toilet is broken." If he had said so to anyone else, they would have just shrugged and held their piss, but this was Lovino. He stood up and eyed the closed door next to Arthur's closet. Arthur stood as well, hurrying in front of the door and smiling, "Really, you're going to have to go to the neighbor's and ask them. It's not very good in here."

Lovino shoved Arthur out of the way and slammed open the door as he fell to the ground. "I just need to pee..." His voice trailed off as he turned on the light to see the gruesome pictures all around the bathroom walls. Arthur quickly stood up, turning off the light and closing the door.

"See? It's broken. Here, let's just...finish the movie." Hearing Arthur's nervous voice made me a bit nervous as well. I didn't know what would happen at that point, so I simply watched on. Lovino sat back down on Arthur's bed and agreed, a face that couldn't be read permanently plastered on his face. The movie wasn't ending any time soon I guessed, and it really was horrible...and awkward...and about homosexual rock stars. If I was in Lovino's shoes, I would have never came really, I mean it wasn't what the movie was about, it was just a horribly made British movie, which wasn't uncommon.

After a while, Arthur excused himself and I followed, wondering what he was doing, and if he was going into the kitchen, reaching for his knife drawer, I had a feeling that I knew what his plans were. "Killing someone I know and love, Arthur?" I asked in the most threatening voice I could manage. Really, Lovino and I weren't close at all, in fact we hated each other most of the time, but Arthur didn't have to know that.

He seemed scared really, but not because of my threat. "Oh gosh Francis, he knows, he knows! I can't just let him walk away!" He paced the kitchen with a knife in his hand, and I didn't bother to snatch it away, I began to wonder if Antonio would be way worse off without Lovino. I suddenly gave a damn about Lovino's well-being as Arthur made his way back to his room, knife behind his back.

"W-Wait! Arthur! If you kill Lovino then Antonio will be worse!" He didn't listen to me, but it seemed like Lovino was fully aware of what Arthur could do to him. So before my murderer plunged his knife into Lovino, the Italian punched him in the gut and ran out of the apartment, Arthur clutching his stomach on the floor. He regained himself and hurried to chase Lovino, but he was only fast enough to see him running around the corner of another building, screaming at the top of his lungs, and it was then that he knew that he was caught.