Told you I'd give you guys two chapters :D

I absolutely love the first line, 'So what if he left his brother in the middle of a typhoon?' After I read that I decided that they all live in an Americano-ish part o' Nihon :3

Yes, they are being semi-creepers~

Chapter XI

That night Lovino went to bed with a huge lump on his head, why oh why did his mom have to act like Elizabeta! So what if he left his idiot brother in the middle of a typhoon, not like the school seemed to care either...

"Idioto! Now I'm grounded because of your pasta loving ass!" Lovino hissed while kicking Feliciano's bed.

"Ehh?" Feliciano looked left and right until he saw Lovino. "I'm sorry Lovi! Ludd..."

Before he could even speak, Lovino put his finger up in the air on front of his face. "Do NOT say the potato bastard's name in this house!"

"Eh?" Poor guy would never get a break, just like Raivis.

"Bastardo..." Lovino said as he pulled the covers over himself.

"Elizabeta, how did you have time to set them up in both houses by chance?..." Francis set the headphones around his neck and yawned.

"Why aren't you getting your precious 'sommeil de beauté' you preach about so often?"

"Touché." They both stared intently at the two monitors, hoping for something to happen.

They were inside a white van while watching the two lovers sleep soundly. The small group had decided that they would definitely help this couple throughout their romance, even before the two had even known about the other's unrequited love. Kiku with his passive help, Francis with his romantic ideas, Elizabeta with the feminine knowledge and frying pan o' doom, and Gilbert. Gilbert was just...Gilbert. And all of those things together would help them.

"Look!" Elizabeta suddenly squealed, taking off her over-sized headphones.

"Hm?" Francis searched the screen frantically until she pointed it out. Right by the window in number 34's room, a shadow right outside of it.

The figure stood there. And stood there. And just stood there watching Antonio in his sleep.

"Francis, this is freaky..." She dragged on.

"Why? Isn't it just Lovino trying to be creepy?"

"No...he's asleep look." She quickly pointed to Lovino then back to the mysterious figure. "It can't be Lovino even if we wanted it to."

"Then who is it?"

"Well it isn't you, it isn't the Italians, and definitely isn't me."

"Hey...why do you get the definitely in that sentence!" Francis pouted.

"Roderich is the only one for me, that's why." Then instead of watching the screen, they argued with each other. Of course that's the exact moment when the figure decided to disappear.

"Merde!" Francis exclaimed, realizing their lack of attentiveness. They turned their heads to the monitor, death griping each others' shoulders. "Meeeerrde!"

"Merdeeee!" Lovino heard the echoed screams through the walls. Which caused his eyes to shoot open immediately, bloodshot and furious.

He threw open the bedroom door, stomped down the stairs, ran through the living room, opened the front door, and then slammed it shut. Lovino stood in front of the dewy lawn staring at the van in front of his house.

"THE FUCK? GET OUTTA HERE!" Lovino yelled, throwing his mother's home grown tomatoes against the van. Meanwhile, Francis was freaking out and falling to the floor.

"DRIVE LIZA DRIIIIVVVEEE!" Francis screamed while scrambling back into his chair. Elizabeta complied and screeched the van around the corner, trying to avoid another ticket for public disturbance. Dogs were barking, lights were turning on, an Italian was chasing a retired ice cream vehicle down the street at 2am, a completely natural occurrence of the suburban world.

When they had out run the Italian, they breathed a sigh of relief. Never before had a target noticed them, though they did admit that they were sloppy handling their presence there. Very very sloppy. For God's sake they were parked on top of a curb right now anyway.

"If you had willingly let the awesome me on this stupid van then we could've stayed longer!" Francis looked above the huge monitors, and sure enough in the one foot clearance Gilbert was spread out like a cat.

"Gilbeerrrrt." Elizabeta droned, holding her signature frying pan as a baseball player would. "We told you to stay back..."

"And that would stop me how?" Gilbert grinned, oh how he loved messing with her mind. She was about the swing the heavy metal when he brought up something very important.

"What if I knew who the mysterious stranger from before was?" Gilbert taunted. Elizabeta grew one of the pulsing anime veins on her head. "And what if I know why he is? Would that change anything?" He snickered. He knew just how to hit the nail on the head.

Francis and Elizabeta convened, looking back every few seconds, and came up with a solution.

"You can stay with us," Gilbert's face became shocked, but in a good way. "as long as you give us information." Elizabeta painfully forced out each and every word, and despite how much Francis was smiling, she was able to.

"Deal!" He quickly agreed. He rolled off the monitors and landed perfectly, barely even made a sound. "Now should I tell you who the stalker is or not? Choices, choices~" He rubbed his chin until he was held up by his clothes.

"You will give us the name..." Elizabeta had the characteristic Russian aura around her and her fist that just so happened to be inches away from his face

"Even the awesome me can't get away from Elizabeta." He sighed defeatedly and went on. "It was the Russian. Whatever his name was, it just wasn't as awesome as mine so I saw no need to remember." He shrugged his shoulders and was dropped onto the ground.

"Number 97?" She stared at him in shock, well that and horror, like he had just eaten an entire orphanage on his own.

"Geez! Even mein bruder doesn't drop me..."

"Shut it! Francis you know what this means right?" She twisted her head to where he sat.

"Mhm." Even though he said that, he looked completely unphased.

She narrowed her eyes in disbelief, "You don't do you?

"No. Not really..." She sighed. How was she ever going to put up with these idiots?

[1] Typhoon *just in case you don't know* - It's like a hurricane that develops in the western part of the Pacific Ocean (i.e. Japan, Australia, Indonesia etc.)

[2] Sommeil de beauté - Beauty sleep

[3] Merde! - Crap! (But worse than that. I do honestly curse in real life and I try to disguise it with some random thing off the top of my head (i.e. Fluffernuggins, Fudge, Crufflenuggins, the examples are endless xD)

[4] Number 97 issss...Russia! Anyone who guessed right, if you even looked it up, *I know Hideyoshi did~* gets another piece o' L's cake and some milk (sorry, getting L would probably be too hard to do, especially BECAUSE it is L ): )

[5] Mein Bruder - My brother

Hope ya liked it~!

Chapter 12 shall be up soon like in 2 days or so since I need to review it and stuff before it goes online

Also, the plot bunny I told you about will probably be up by then too. It's based off the song "Crashed the Wedding" by Busted (they are soo awesome! So are almost every other band on my tablet xD)