Loving a Stranger

Chapter three: This is why Alfred Shouldn't be Allowed to pick Games

Gilbert's speech was finished, and everyone was getting food; Alfred was the first in line, to the surprise of no one. The Beilschmidt brothers and a certain loud-mouthed Dane were inspecting the alcohol, Mathias chanting "Booze! Booze! Booze!"

"Don't you dare get drunk," Lukas warned. "I'm your ride home, and I don't want you doing something stupid with Emil in the car."

"Antonio's busy," I said lamely as I watched him get into the food line.

Feli smiled. "Ve~ if you won't go to him, I'll send him to you. Antonio! Come here per favore!"

The Spaniard turned towards us at the sound of his name being called, a smile growing on his face as he ditched the line and approached us. "Feliciano! You came!" He said happily.

My brother nodded. "Sì. I'm sorry Ludwig and I were late. We started cooking our dish too late, and it wasn't ready on time!" "Is that why the house smelled like wurst and shit?" I asked.

Feli gave me a sideways glance. "Ve~ and I made pasta, as well as Paella- I found a good recipe for it. Anyway, I'm off! Luddy is calling me." I barely had time to notice that Ludwig was in conversation with Kiku and was not calling my brother before Feli vanished, leaving me alone with a bastard I didn't want to talk to.

Antonio sunk into the grass beside me. "So you were sitting here the entire time?" He asked me, making himself comfortable by sitting cross-legged. "I'm very relieved, Lovi. I thought you had taken off."

"That would have been idiotic of me, seeing I live on the other side of town," I pointed out stiffly. "And I don't like crowds; you know that."

"Ah, that's right..." I paused awkwardly.

"My brother told me to talk to you, bastard. But I don't want to."

He grinned. "Are you still mad at me? But that happened so long ago!"

"Idiota! It happened twenty minutes ago, dammit!"

"I know..." He sighed. "Lovi, I'm sorry-"

"Antonio!" Gilbert shouted, taking a huge chug from his red cup- there was no doubt in my mind that it was filled to the brim with beer. "Get some food and join us! We're going to play truth or dare!"

Alfred looked at him like he was crazy. "No way dude! We should totally play spin the bottle dare or dare. It's like the way cooler, badass version of that middle school pussy game!"

"Spin the bottle dare or dare? Sounds like something you pulled out of your arse," Arthur criticized.

Alfred beamed and shoved some more food into his face. "Mhm! I did! Isn't it heroic of me?"

Antonio smiled. "Sounds like fun, I'm all for it. Come on Lovi! Let's play!"

"Don't call me that bastard. And I refuse to play any damn game Alfred came up with."

That Spanish Tomato Bastard wasn't listening to me and grabbed my hand, leading me to the forming group. I noticed I wasn't the only one being forced into playing. Alfred was demanding that Matthew joined since it was his brother's so-called amazing game, and Mathias was literally begging Lukas- like on his knees begging. The Norwegian looked completely disgusted. "I'll pass-"

"I'm not taking no for an answer!" Mathias announced passionately, jumping to his feet and grabbing his friend by the arm.

Lukas struggled in the other's grasp. "Alright. I'll play. Just stop acting so stupid. It's annoying." The Dane released him, smiling cheerily.

A circle was formed: Antonio and I, Bella, Alfred and Matthew, Gilbert and Elizabeta, Francis and Arthur, Feiciano and Ludwig, Mathias and Lukas, Feliks and Toris. The others were content to sit there and watch us suffer.

"I fixed you guys a plate while you were talking," Feli told me, handing me some food. "There's pasta for you, and some things for Tonio." "Grazie," I mumbled, while Antonio beamed. "Muchas gracias, Feli!" He said, scooting closer to me so he could pick off our shared plate. I was conscious of the fact that his shoulder touched mine, I could feel the warmth radiating from him, and I shot my brother a suspicious look. He simply smiled in faux innocence, and I silently swore at the little bastard. He had done that on purpose, the asshole!

I don't know why, but having Antonio so close to me was a little unnerving. In fact, my fork trembled slightly in my hand as I tried to twirl my pasta around it. "Here," he offered after my food fell off my fork for the third time. He took my fork and twirled the pasta expertly before handing it back to me.

Damn, I'm an Italian and he did that better then me. And why the hell is my face hot? "I didn't need your help, bastardo," I sputtered.

He chuckled. "If you say so, mi tomate."

"I've told you a million fu-"

"Alright everyone!" Alfred announced, sitting down with an empty bottle in hand(it was empty already? I could think of a few suspects responsible for that one). "Here's how the game works. I'll spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on is my victim! I get to dare them to do anything, and there is no turning back! This will be totally cool!" Those immature enthusiasts whose names will not be mentioned- because I'm sure everyone has figured out who those idiots are by now- started war whooping and cheering and acting so stupid I was ashamed of knowing them.

"Gil, can you please act your age for once?" Ludwig asked, raising an eyebrow at his brother.

Gilbert made a face. "No way! I'd hate to be as unawesome as you and act as if someone shoved a stick up my ass!"

The same idiots started laughing, and as Antonio joined in I felt a strange sensation travel from his shoulder to my body. I've heard people call this an "electric shock," but that's not how I would describe it. To me, it felt like I was a child on the top of a swing, falling backwards, my stomach curling as it rose into my throat. I didn't like it, yet at the same time it excited my interest and- what the hell am I even thinking?

"You alright?" Antonio whispered, poking my side softly. "You're spacing out."

I blinked. "I'm fine, you bastard." I hoped he knew that I was seriously considering throwing the plate in his face.

Alfred sat down and placed the bottle in the center of the circle. "Ok guys! We're gonna start this epic game right- now!" He spun the bottle with such a dramatic flair I thought it would go flying and hit someone in the head. Unfortunately, it merely spun around for a good minute, before finally slowing and stopping all together at Gilbert's feet.

"Even the bottle recognizes how awesome I am!" He announced.

Feliks sighed. "Can we like, start the actual game now?"

"O-kay!"Alfred relented. "Don't worry, I totally have the perfect thing! Gil, you seriously need to grab your least favorite food, drench it in alcohol, and eat it. Right here! Right now!"

"Mein Gott," Gilbert muttered with a smirk. "Lucky for me there aren't any hamburgers here, otherwise that would have been really unawe-"

"Did you say hamburger? Dude, I totally got you covered!" Alfred interrupted, opening the jacket he was wearing even though it was summer and pulling out a wrapped BigMac.

"You carry McDonald's products in your coat?" Francis sputtered. He looked completely disturbed, and one of his hands was over his heart as if he was fighting to keep himself from going into cardiac arrest.

"Well duh!" The American deadpanned, handing the sorry excuse for food over to the unfortunate victim. I smirked from behind my forkful of pasta, intent on enjoying every bit of Gilbert's suffering.

The elder Beilschmidt hesitated for a moment, long enough for Roderich to catch from the sidelines. "What's the matter?" He sneered. "Are you backing down, pussy?"

Gilbert shot him a look so murderous I was surprised the Austrian wasn't struck down on the spot. "Shut the hell up, Klavier Ficker!" He growled, snatching the burger away from Alfred. "The awesome Gilbert doesn't back down!"

Roderich merely rolled his eyes and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Will you stop acting so egotistical? You and I both know you're really-"

"Roderich, leave him alone!" Elizabeta demanded before things could go down between the two. The boys shut up, both of them knowing she wouldn't hesitate to pull out a frying pan and hit them senseless. Gilbert shot the Austrian a triumphant look- obviously overjoyed that Roderich's ex had taken his side- before pulling the wrapping off the burger.

He grabbed his cup and poured a good portion of the contents on it, turning it into a nasty, soggy mess. Antonio and Francis had their cell phones out with 'blackmail time' written all over their faces. Gilbert raised an eyebrow at the disaster in his hands, closed his eyes, and took a bite. The reaction was immediate. His red eyes snapped open and his face paled as he started coughing and gagging, nearly throwing up. "There is no way in hell I'm eating this whole thing!" He shouted, jumping to his feet and running to the nearest trash can. When he came back, he chugged his entire cup of beer. "Verdammt Alfred! I hate your unawesome ass!"

Alfred laughed like a maniac. "Dude, chill! You hardly ate any of it!"

Gilbert swore in German a couple more times before finally getting ahold of himself and spinning the bottle. This time, it landed on Matthew.

The blonde seemed to hide, shrinking into himself. "Please don't take your anger out on me, Gil," he nearly whispered. Poor kid. He looked so much like his obnoxious brother that it probably happened to him a lot.

Gilbert finally stopped cursing and smiled slightly. "Don't worry, Mattie. I'm too awesome for that. If you're anything like your brother, you have a bottle of maple syrup with you, ja?"

Matthew's violet eyes widened as he nodded slowly, taking the bottle out of it's hiding place. "Good. Now I want you to drink the entire thing."

"That's it?" Bella questioned.

"Aw! I think Gil's a secret softie!" Elizabeta giggled, poking the self-proclaimed Prussian in the ribs, causing him to blush slightly. "Nein. I just... Matthew is that one person who doesn't deserve it..."

Matthew smiled. "Thank you Gilbert." With that, he opened the bottle expertly and brought it to his lips, downing it like it was nothing. "That was really fun!" He giggled afterwards as he spun the bottle, resulting in it ending up on Elizabeta.

"Here, finish the rest, bastard," I told Antonio, pushing the plate closer to him, for I was tired of him being so damn close to me.

He nodded and moved a tad bit- much to my relief- and bit into a suspicious-looking cake thing before anyone could warn him. He spat it into his napkin a second later. "Um... Arthur? Are these your scones?"

"That's right. I improved the recipe, since last time everyone was complaining about how bland it was. It's better this time, don't you think?" The Brit asked, pushing back messy golden hair as he puffed his chest out proudly.

Antonio blinked. "Yeah...sure..."

Matthew gasped, looking rather enlightened. "That's it! Antonio, could you give your scone to Lizzy please? She has to eat it."

Everyone gasped except for Arthur, who looked around in confusion. "Why do you act as those it's a bad thing?"

"Maybe because it is, Eyebrows," Francis suggested as the dreaded dessert was passed.

"Shut up you bloody frog! My food is wonderful, right Feliciano?"

"Don't get me into this, ve~"

"Whatever is that supposed to mean?"

"That your food sucks!" Alfred shouted.

"You wanker!"

Elizabeta finally had the "treat" in hand. "This really isn't anything to fight over," she said maturely. "No shut your faces or I will hit you with my frying pan, megértett?" The guys gulped and nodded as they watched Lizzy lift the scone to her mouth and shove the entire thing inside in a rather undignified manner. I didn't really blame her. The best thing to do when eating Arthur's food is to get it over with. She somehow managed to get it down, coughing a bit. "Well... I've tasted better..." She muttered, making a weird face as she attempted to get the taste out of her mouth.

Gilbert left, returning with a red cup. "köszönöm Gil," she smiled slightly as he handed it to her.

"Ja, no problem. I just did what any awesome person would do."

I rolled my eyes at the flirtation, and I noticed Ludwig shaking his head at his older brother. Elizabeta seemed unaware of what literally everyone could see(even the oblivious Mathias was wagging his dark eyebrows suggestively) and spun the bottle. Arthur.

She smiled. "This is the perfect way to pay you back for making those disgusting scones!" She announced evilly, causing the Brit to squirm in his seat. "Uh... Lizzy, they couldn't possibly have been that bad, c-could they?"

"Oh, but they were. Arthur, you've studied Shakespeare right? And what about you Francis?"

Both boys nodded and looked at each other uneasily. "How well do you know Romeo and Juliet?"

By now, they both knew where this was going. "I...know it fairly well..." Arthur stuttered.

Francis shrugged. "Je suis désolé mademoiselle, but I never was good with that particular play."

"But didn't your drama club perform that junior year?" Antonio spoke up. If looks could kill, that Spanish idiot would have fallen over right at that moment.

"Antonio!"

Elizabeta smirked. "Wonderful! Arthur, I want you to be Romeo, and Francis is Juliet. You two are going to reenact the famous balcony scene."

There was a lot of immature wolf-whistles and clapping, which Arthur responded to with a scowl while Francis seemed to accept his fate and stood up. "Let's go Romeo." Arthur sighed and stood up as well. "Don't call me that, Frog."

He cleared his throat and muttered, "'He jests at scars that never felt a wound.'" He paused, brought his eyes to Francis, and smiled like the love-struck bastard Romeo is. "'But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.'" There were snickers from the crowd, but they were ignored, as Arthur built up more courage and got more in character, staring at Francis in awe. "'Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

Who is already sick and pale with grief,

That thou her maid art far more fair than she:

Be not her maid, since she is envious;

Her vestal livery is but sick and green

And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.

It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were!

She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?

Her eye discourses; I will answer it.'" he took a step forward, then seemed to change his mind and stepped backwards, shaking his head. "'I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:

Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,

Having some business, do entreat her eyes

To twinkle in their spheres till they return.

What if her eyes were there, they in her head?

The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,

As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven

Would through the airy region stream so bright

That birds would sing and think it were not night.

See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!

O, that I were a glove upon that hand,

That I might touch that cheek!'" Francis' cheek was resting on his hand as he played with a lock of golden hair and sighed dreamily. "'Ay me!'"

Arthur gasped softly. "'She speaks:

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art

As glorious to this night, being o'er my head

As is a winged messenger of heaven

Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes

Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him

When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds

And sails upon the bosom of the air.'" Francis sighed again, looked off into the distance as he continued to twirl the strand of hair around his finger. "'O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?'" He murmured. "'Deny thy father and refuse thy name;

Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,

And I'll no longer be a Capulet.'"

Arthur acted as if he was surprised by this revelation, his green eyes grew wide as he nearly whispered to himself. "'Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?'"

"''Tis but thy name that is my enemy;

Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.'" Francis took his hand away from his face and paced a little. '"What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,

Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part

Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!

What's in a name? that which we call a rose

By any other name would smell as sweet;

So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,

Retain that dear perfection which he owes

Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,

And for that name which is no part of thee

Take all myself.'"

Arthur finally emerged from the shadow. "'I take thee at thy word:

Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;

Henceforth I never will be Romeo.'"

Francis gasped. "'What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night

So stumblest on my counsel?'" He asked, as if Arthur hadn't said 'Romeo' two seconds previous.

The Brit was smiling softly. "'By a name

I know not how to tell thee who I am:

My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,

Because it is an enemy to thee;

Had I it written, I would tear the word.'"

Francis smiled back at Arthur, and I noticed the Englishman's face grew slightly red. I thought I saw Lizzy with her cell phone out as the two stepped closer to each other, apparently forgetting that Juliet was supposed to be on a balcony.

"'My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words

Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:

Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?'"

Arthur shook his head. "'Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.'"

"'How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?'" Francis questioned.

"'The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,

And the place death, considering who thou art,

If any of my kinsmen find thee here.'"

Arthur decided to improvise since they didn't have a balcony, or maybe it was the sappy romantic feel of the play taking over, because he took one of Francis' hands and held it in his own while certain people started cheering. "'With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;

For stony limits cannot hold love out,

And what love can do that dares love attempt;

Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.'"

The attention must've gotten to him, for Arthur suddenly released Francis with a "Gah! I'm done!"

The Frenchman winked. "So do you really think my eyes are 'the fairest stars in all the heaven'?" He asked as they took their seats.

"You disgust me, you git! Those were the bloody lines and you know it!"

"But you said it with so much passion it had to be true."

"Shut up Frog!" Arthur demanded as he spun the bottle irritably. Strangely enough, it landed on Francis.

"What shall I do, Master?" The French asked with a suggestive look on his face. "I will do whatever you desire."

Arthur ignored the rather unhealthy implications and thought for a second. "Go wax off your stubble."

"Excusez-moi?"

"You heard me. And don't make some lame excuse about not having a wax kit. I know for a fact your mother has one."

Francis made a face and went inside the house, returning a few moments later with the wax in a bowl, the wax strips, and a popsicle stick. "I think I know how to do this..." He mumbled, dipping the stick in the wax and applying it to his chin before sticking the wax strip on.

Bella suddenly gasped. "Oh my God! Francis, you were supposed to wash your face first! It makes it less painful." She said as he rubbed the strip.

Francis paled slightly. "You tell me this now?"

"Sorry! I didn't even think about it before..."

"Allow me the pleasure of ripping off the strip!" Arthur said, scooting closer to the Frenchman. With little to no remorse he yanked off the strip, causing Francis to cry either from the pain or from being stripped of his 'manliness.' "That was so cruel, Arthur!" He sobbed dramatically, clutching his bare chin.

"Stop it, Frog. It'll grow back. And it's your turn."

Francis suddenly stopped crying. "That is true." A creepy look formed on his face, as if he planned on avenging his stubble by taking his wrath out on this unfortunate person. As he spun he eyed us all in a way that made me squirm and pray the bottle didn't land on me. I wasn't the only one who was nervous. Feliciano scooted closer to Ludwig as he watched the bottle and Toris was lifting his hand to bite at his fingernails when Feliks smacked it back down. The poor individual destined for this deserved pity.

That person was Lukas, who was resting his chin on his fist with his eyes closed. "Is he fucking sleeping?" I asked in shock. Everyone had been so damn loud it seemed impossible to me.

Mathias raised an eyebrow. "Norge?" He questioned, poking Lukas' cheek softly. The Norwegian's eyes snapped open and he grabbed the other's hand, causing Mathias to cry out in surprise as well as pain.

"Don't touch me, Dane," Lukas stated, his eyes narrowing.

"But Lu-kas! I thought you were sleeping, so I was gonna let you know that it was your turn!"

The lighter blonde turned and stared at the bottle of doom pointing at him in accusation and sighed softly. "Fine. What am I supposed to do?"

Francis grinned with the look of a tiger stalking its prey. "Oh hon hon hon! I have the perfect dare, mon Norvégien!" He paused for affect, but Lukas only blinked his mysterious indigo eyes. Mathias seemed more interested and leaned forward. "You're not very animated," Francis pouted. "Oh well. What you're going to do is locate that person who annoys you the most-"

"I'm not doing anything too provocative," Lukas interrupted. "My little brother is here."

"Fyrir ást guðs," Emil muttered from his place on the sidelines as his "friend and nothing else I swear" Leon snickered. "Lukas, I'm almost eighteen. I'm not a child!"

"And I think it would be super funny to see Luke doing some crazy erotic act!" Vlad laughed. Once again, if only looks could kill; the Romanian would have joined the already large group of dead bodies.

Francis grinned. "I agree, although it won't be too terrible, trust me. I simply want you to kiss that one annoying person for...a good two minutes. And I don't want it to be some stupid kiss that goes nowhere. Spice it up a little."

Lukas' slightly irritated but mostly blank expression didn't change, l but I noticed he grew so pale I wondered if he was about to pass out or something. "I'm fine," he insisted when Arthur offered some help.

Mathias was shaking his head. "Bro, that's such a cool dare!" He exclaimed with a huge smile on his face. "In all my years of knowing you I've never seen you with anyone. I mean, I've seen you with people, but not like with with people, you know? Like in a relationship. I wonder who you're gonna kiss." My eyes widened as Mathias' ever smiling face fell a little as he continued rambling. "I think I'll also be a little sad too... I really hope you don't fall for whoever you're gonna kiss..."

Lukas closed his eyes for a second and exhaled. "I hope I don't either..." With that, he grabbed the Dane by his tie- again- and pulled him closer. Mathias probably thought he was going to get choked out for the third time, because he gasped when Lukas connected their lips.

"HEEEEEY! LET'S GO MATHIAS!" Gilbert cheered in an immature manner. Elizabeta had her cell phone back out in a flash and started snapping pictures, and I heard Kiku swear softly behind us as he searched for his own. Mathias soon got over his shock and kissed back, causing Lukas to blush as their kiss deepened.

But Francis wasn't satisfied. "I thought I said spice it up," he grumbled, crawling over to the couple. With a forceful shove from the evil French bastard, Mathias was on his back with Lukas on top of him, practically straddling his waist.

"EHHHHHYYYYYY!" All the immature guys started cheering even louder, Lizzy's camera was probably running out of memory, Kiku was still searching for his phone...or a tissue. Lukas was so red he literally looked like a tomato- was that why Antonio called me that? Berwald had a hand over Emil's eyes, while the teen demanded that he wasn't a kid and struggled in the Swede's grasp.

"Time's up!" Francis said in a cheery tone. "But you two can continue elsewhere if you desire."

Lukas jumped away from Mathias as if he were on fire, hiding his scarlet face in his hands, and leaving the stunned Dane lying on his back in the grass. "Wow..." He murmured, a stupid grin on his face.

"Kesesese! I gotta admit, that was pretty hot!"

"I think I saw some tongue..."

"Way to go, Mathias!"

"I totally ship it!"

Mathias sat up slowly, drinking in everyone's comments with a grin nearly too wide for his face. "I can't believe it was actually me," he said happily. "Norgey, I'm so honored!"

Lukas didn't remove his hands from his face, but we could still see that his ears were bright red. "It wasn't a compliment, Dane!" He mumbled. "It meant you're a loud, obnoxious idiot!" He seemed to be trying to convince himself as well as the rest of us, for he took a deep breath and lifted his face as it grew back to its usual color.

Mathias nodded thoughtfully, not paying attention to the half-hearted insults. "But if that's what it takes to get you to kiss me, then I don't want to change a bit."

Lukas tried to glare at him, but his face flushed again. "I..." He stood up stiffly. "I have to go now. Farvel and good luck Antonio."

"But you're my ride home!" Mathias protested.

The Norwegian shrugged carelessly as he gathered his things. "Tino and Berwald can take you home, right?"

Mathias looked to the others, who nodded. "Of course," Tino said quickly.

Lukas nodded. "There you go. Come on, Emil."

The younger Icelandic frowned as his brother passed. "You're being ridiculous, Luke. And I want to stay here a little longer. Can Tino bring me home too?"

"No," came the quick reply as the Norwegian shot Leon a death glare from over his shoulder. "I don't want you with some of these people any longer than you have to," With that, Lukas was gone.

"Sorry about him," Emil said quickly. "My big bro- uh, Lukas will kill me for saying this but nothing will happen if I stay quiet. He really does like you, Mathias. I have to go now."

"Aw! I knew it!" Tino gushed after Emil left. "Didn't I tell you Lukas was into him, Berwald?"

"Mhm. You did, Tino."

Mathias sighed. "I should be happy... But he'll probably avoid me like crazy now..."

Francis stared at him as if he were stupid. "Well then run after him! Duh!"

"Now?" The Dane asked, blinking his light blue eyes like some kicked puppy.

"Yes now! Go after him before he leaves!" Mathias nodded, standing up so quickly he almost tripped over himself as he ran after his friend...lover... I don't even know anymore.

Elizabeta giggled happily. "Well, now I've got some great new material!"

Arthur raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "I thought that yaoi fan club rubbish dissolved when we graduated!"

Lizzy blushed a little. "Oh... It did... Heh heh. Francis! Spin the bottle!"

Arthur's green eyes narrowed as he eyed her phone like it was venomous, while Francis nodded. "Oui."

"Make sure no one runs off this go, Frog," Arthur muttered, apparently in a sour mood.

Francis winked. "Mon cher, Lukas and Mathias shall return, and they shall return as lovers."

"I'll believe that when I see it, Wanker."

The bottle was spun, but no one noticed who it landed on, for Emil was running towards us, the normally composed expression on his face had vanished as he grinned. "Guys, great news!" He said, a bit breathless.

"You're staying?" Leon asked with a smile.

The Icelandic nodded. "Yeah, but more than that! We were just leaving when Mathias showed up. He actually stood in front of our car and swore he wouldn't leave until Lukas talked to him. Stóri bróðir- no... Lukas told me to come back here so they could talk and-"

"Does Lukas know you almost called him Big Brother twice in the last five minutes?" Vlad asked.

Emil glared at him. "I did no such thing! Anyways, I hid behind the corner of the house and spied on them a bit. There's no doubt about it. They're together now."

The yard erupted with cheers, even though the two of them weren't even present. Elizabeta started to get up, but Arthur stopped her. "You have done enough!"

She sighed. "I guess you're right. Who's turn is it?"

Everyone looked to see the bottle pointing at Bella. And Francis was looking from her to Antonio in a way that made my stomach knot up.

Introductions

Feliks: Poland

Toris: Lithuania

Leon: Hong Kong

Vlad: Romania

Translations:

Per favore(Italian)- Please

Sì(Spanish/Italian)- Yes

Idiota(Italian)- Idiot

Grazie(Italian)- Thank you

Muchas gracias(Spanish)- Thank you very much

Bastardo(Italian)-Bastard

Mi tomate(Spanish)- My tomato

Mein Gott(German)- My God

Klavier Ficker(German)- Piano fucker

Verdammt(German)- Dammit

Ja(German)- Yes

Nein(German)- No

Megértett?(Hungarian)- Do you understand?

Köszönöm(Hungarian)- Thanks

Je suis désolé mademoiselle(French)- I'm sorry miss

Excusez-moi?(French)- Excuse me?

Mon Norvégien(French)- My Norwegian

Fyrir ást guðs(Icelandic)- For the love of God

Farvel(Norwegian)- Farewell

Oui(French)- Yes

Mon cher(French)- My dear

Stóri bróðir(Icelandic)- Big brother

A/N: Cliffhanger! Duh duh duh! Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, as it was so fun to write. And Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Americans- even though it is tomorrow!

I should probably let all of you know this now: the only languages I actually know are English and a tiny bit of Spanish- yet I have the overwhelming desire to have everyone say an occasional word or two in their actual languages. So I have to use Google Translate- obviously the most accurate thing around(laughs sarcastically). But if you speak any of the languages and notice I screwed up, let me know! I shall fix in it an instant!

Oh my gosh I'm so tired… and I really need to stop rambling…

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