Alan: "So, Doll? What shall we do while we wait for your hero to try and save you?" Allen asked, resting his bat on his swallowed.
"Why are you doing this?" You asked, mentally kicking yourself for sounding like a pathetic captive like in the movies. Al grinned, waving the dog away. The dog sat on the couch next to you, curling up peacefully and falling asleep.
"You see, Doll, Ever since World War Two things have been a little too peaceful. The other 2p's and I have been growing a little bored. So, when I heard that my little pork chop got himself a girl I couldn't resist the opportunity to snatch you away." He scooted closer, sinister grin splitting his face as his red glasses fell at the end of his nose so he was looking at you over the rims. "You see, I only seem to be in the limelight when the world is at war and I kinda miss it. So if our little Alfred tried accusing the other countries of taking you he would start another world war and I could come out of this hell hole." He leaned forward until you were nose to nose.
"Until I saw you. I became jealous of the Pork Chop. Now I'm going to end him and take you for myself." He kissed your cheek. You blanked out and the next thing you knew your fist connected with his face, knocking him back and out of his chair. You stood up quickly, looking for an exit. The dog next to you growled, latching his teeth on your hand. You yelped and fell back, trying to get away. The dog let you go and jumped off the couch, growling at you from the floor. Al groaned and sat up, red eyes glowing with anger.
Shit. I just punched the evil Alfred… you thought, his fiery glare sending shivers down your spine. He stood up, a little bit of blood dripping from his nose. He picked up his bat tightly, walking slowly over to you.
"Not cool, doll." He muttered softly, cracking his knuckles on his other hands. You were paralyzed by that red gaze, the slow scrapping of the nails on the concrete floor seemed to scream for your blood. You tried jumping over the couch to get away but the dog growled at you, snapping it's jaws together. You were trapped, with a murdering psychopath about to beat you with his nail covered bat. Al raised his bat over his head, glaring at you once last time. "Really bad idea on your end. Thought living or dead you will be mine." You saw the bat swing at you, unable to dodge its deadly blow. You closed your eyes, praying that it would be over quickly. Thud. There was silence. But you weren't dead. Am I?
"Not cool, bro." A familiar voice said. You opened your eyes to see Alfred crouching over you, one arm holding you while the other held Allen's bat. Blood dripped from his hand and onto the floor. You gasped, seeing a scary protective scowl on Alfred's face. Al looked surprised for a moment before grinning.
"Thought you would never show." He ripped the baseball bat back and jumped away and out of reach. "So you gonna come and get me?" He asked tauntingly, resting the bat on his shoulders. Alfred turn to you, frowning sadly.
"Dudette? No matter what happens, I love you. And please don't think any less of me." He asked, standing to confront his opposite. You watched as Al made the first move, swinging his bat at Alfred's legs. Alfred dodged, punching Al in the face. You watched the battle, Al with his nightmarish bat and Alfred with his bare hands. It was intense, bones breaking and cures exchanges. After a while between the terrifying sounds and groans of pain, you couldn't look anymore. You covered your ears and closed your eyes, waiting for the nightmare to end. You don't know how long you stayed curled up but at some point, the explosions and rumbling stopped. You felt a hand on your shoulders, an arm grabbing under your legs and lifting you in the air. You opened your eyes.
Alfred held you, black eye and a busted lip but he still had a proud and happy smile on his face. You let your ears go and looked behind him, seeing Allen trapped under a pile of support beams. Alfred said nothing as he darted out of a hole in the warehouse. He set you in the car and got in the driver's seat, driving away.
"You alright, Dudette?" he asked, looking at you with a little worry. You nodded, feeling only a little shaken but realistically unhurt.
"Will he try to get me again?" You asked, shivering. He parked the car outside a McDonald's, shrugging off his jacket and handing it to you.
"Nope! He is going to leave us alone from now on." He said, grinning proudly. You smiled and hugged him tightly.
"My hero." His chest puffed out and he treated you to an all you can eat burger bar. After you fell asleep that night he made a call to make sure everything was taken care of.
"Hey, Matt? Yeah, Al was a pain. Can you make sure he doesn't try anything again? You're awesome, dude." He hung up, curling up with you and protecting from nightmares like the hero he is.
Lutz:
"I said get out, Lutz," Ludwig growled, storming into the room. Lutz rolled his eyes and leaned back against the wall, allowing you to run into Ludwig's arms. Ludwig wrapped his arm around you protectively, glaring at Lutz. Lutz just took a breath of his cigarette and blew smoke out of his nose, looking bored.
"Jou honestly zhink I vould hurt such a pretty fraulein? Maybe a few marks here or zhere but all in zhe name of fun," he grinned, eyes looking up and down your body hungrily. Ludwig growled and took a threatening step forward.
"Back off before I make jou." He growled, eyes boiling in rage. Lutz shrugged and looked around Ludwig and smirked.
"Jou are hiding behind zhe vrong monster, fraulein. I mean, he vas vith Hitler, after all." Ludwig stiffened, the angry light fading and turning into ones of grief and regret. Lutz walked past the stunned Ludwig, placing his hand on your shoulder. "I vas a part of zhe resistance against zhe killings. He just stood idly by and-" You punched him, rage taking over. Lutz stumbled back from your punch, looking surprised. You kicked him and sent him to the door, pissed.
"You don't know anything about him! I won't listen to you speak about Ludwig like that. Get the hell out of the house!" You screamed picking up the gun Lutz had left on the table and pointed it at him. Thought you knew he couldn't die, right then your morals became a little clouded. You squeezed the trigger. The front door burst open and shocking you, causing you to miss. The bullet hit the window by the door and shattered it. Everyone went silent, only the smoking gun and the stranger in the doorway moving. The stranger reached down and picked up Lutz, Grunting.
"Lutz. Let's go. Zhe others are vaiting for us." You stared at the white haired man, marveling at the scars along his arms and face. Dressed all in white and armor made him look like a worse and ancient knight He looked up at you, crystal blue eyes glaring at you. You shivered and put the gun down, adrenaline still pumping through your veins. Lutz sat up and shrugged off the hand, snorting.
"Fine, Klaus. I vas done here anyvay." He looked back at you as he and the stranger left. "If jou change jour mind, just let me knov." He winked and left, shoulders slumping lazily and trudged after his companion. You sighed and turned to Ludwig, seeing him sitting down on the chair in front of the window with his head in his hands. You walked over to him, seeing his shoulder shake.
"He's right, jou know. I-I let it happen…" You patted his shoulder, hugging him tightly.
"Don't listen to him. The past is in the past and even the things we want to change the most won't change. But there is one thing you can do to make it better." He looked up at you, eyes brimming with tears.
"Vhat? Vhat could possibly make it better?" You kissed his forehead and hugged him.
"Do better. Make the world remember what happened and why so it never happens again." He paused, looking up at you as his eyes filled with water kissed you passionately, wrapping his arms around yours.
"Every time I talk vith jou, it seems jou are wiser and more beautiful." He hugged you tightly, letting one last tear fall. You smiled, curling up with him and just enjoying the comfort the man you truly love in your arms.
Oliver: You woke up dressed in an Alice dress, with all the blue and white frills and bow. You sat up, looking around the dark dungeon like room. It was a cold as a freezer in there and knives hung from the ceiling; some clean, others or not so much. There were no chains around your wrist or ankles and were free to move but you felt hesitant in the dim candle lit room. Still, the memory of the madman was enough to encourage you to at least sit up. Once you did a searchlight came on in the center of the circular room, lighting up a table in the center. The table had three items on it. A cupcake, an apple, and a knife, all in a row in the center of a small rectangular table. An insane laugh filled the room and Oliver stood on the other side of the table, stepping into the bright light.
"Ello, Poppet. You awake now, I hope. I was starting to think I mixed in a little too much antistatic into the batter." He grinned widely, freckles becoming more defined in the search light. "You want to play a little game? At least until the other come?" He asked, gesturing to the three items on the table. You stood up, glaring at him.
"Oh, don't look at me like that, Poppet. I haven't hurt ya, you know. At least not permanently anyway." He giggled, clapping his hands together. "Come on, pretty please with a bloody cherry on top? Just one little game?" He begged, looking at you with cute baby blue eyes. You didn't trust him at all but slowly walked over to the table, looking at your choices.
"What is the game?" You asked, ready for any tricks or possibility he would attack you. He patted your head and laughed.
"Just pick one and we can start playing." Was all he said, giggling his insane laugh. It seemed like a bad horror movie choice; choose how you wanted to die sort of game but he seemed to be giving you no choice. You reached for your item, determined not to die-
"(Y/N)!" The shout echoed throughout the chamber, causing you to jump back and clutch you hand to your chest. Arthur stood at the top of the stairs, breathing heavily and clutching a sword, clothes ruffled and dirty. Oliver turned to Arthur, grinning ear to ear.
"Hello, Mr. DreamBoat! Come to take little Poppet away?" He asked brightly, leaning against the table and picking up the cupcake. You looked at Arthur, watching as he straightened and began walking down the stairs, green eyes flashing with rage.
"Love, did he hurt you?" He asked coldly, voice tinted in worry. You shook your head and practically ran into his arms. He caught you with his one free hand and cradled your head against his shoulder, breathing a sigh of relief. You turned back to Oliver, who had finished the cupcake, licking his fingers free of the bright blue frosting. In his other hand, he twirled his knife which glinted in the candle light. His bright blue eyes drifted over to the both of you, almost glowing with insane glee.
"I would never hurt Poppet. We were just going to play a little game. Right, sweet Poppet?" He asked, gently pushing off the table and walking towards the two of you. Arthur held out his sword, pointing it right at Oliver's heart and stopping him in his tracks.
"Stay away from (Y/N)." He growled, face a mask of grim determination. Oliver looked at the tip of the sword pressing into his chest, looking at it like it was something foreign and interesting. He then glanced up at Arthur, lifting his knife and ran its edge along the length of Arthur's sword. The soft shushing sound of metal sliding across metal seemed to put your teeth on edge and clung tighter to Arthur.
"What's wrong, Arthur? I was just going to play with Poppet-" He found Arthur's sword against his throat, eyes widening in surprise.
"Stay away from her or I will gut you like a fish. I haven't forgotten how to swing a sword, you know..." Arthur growled, stepping back. "Let's go, love. I think it's time we left this wang here to rot." He said putting his hand on your hip and walking out of the dungeon. After a few second you heard Oliver shout after you.
"Come back if you ever want to finish the game, Poppet! I'll be waiting..." Insane, giggling laughter followed you until Arthur closed the door behind you both. You walked out into the sunlight into a beautiful countryside, a beautiful lake just to your right. Arthur turned to you and hugged you to his chest.
"I'm so sorry, love. I Never wanted this to happen to you..." He looked down, looking very upset. You smiled and kissed his quickly.
"I'm just glad it's over. How about we get some tea and scones?" Arthur's face lit up and he nodded, talking all the way home about a new tea that he had recently discovered. You only half-listened to what he was saying, feeling more content to listen to his voice as it lulled you to sleep.
Matt: The hockey stick fell right at Matthews' feet, scaring the poor boy half out of his mind. You stared at the tall outdoorsman that was Matt. He grinned slightly and patted Matthew roughly on the shoulder, seeming to calm him down a little. "Hey, Matthiew. It has been a long time hasn't it?" Matt said, letting his hand fall from Matthew's shoulder as he walked back to side by you again. After the initial shock, Matthew smiled faintly and nodded.
"Y-Yeah, almost a year. W-What bring you here?" He asked, walking to your side and taking your hand in his. Matt shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Just passing through. Allen said something was going down and he wanted me to stay out of it I usually would but then I heard you had gotten yourself a little girlfriend, eh. Figured I would make the trip worth it and all, keeping Alan out of trouble and meeting your new girl." Matthew nodded and looked at you.
"I'm-I'm sure you have already met Matt. H-He is kinda my opposite, I guess? I mean, my dark half of my country's personality?" He said it like a question, looking uncomfortable. You nodded and tried to stop your heart from clawing its way out of your chest. Matt nodded and stood up.
"So yeah, I just wanted to meet (Y/N). Nice to meet ya, eh?" You nodded holding Matthiew's hand tightly. Matt nodded and pulled up his collar, adjusting his plaid overshirt. "Guess I'll be going, Eh? (Y/N)? Do me a favor and watch Matthiew for me? He tends to get into a lot of trouble." With that, he walked out the door into the night. Matthiew took a deep breath and sighed, looking at you with a nervous expression.
"H-He didn't scare you, did he, Maple?" He asked, holding your shoulders.
"No, he just startled me and talked. Why did your text sound so urgent?" You asked, confused. Matthiew shrugged and blushed.
"I didn't know how he would react to you. He is usually very antisocial and doesn't really like to deal with anyone so I thought he would try and scare you away. H-He's sort of protective of me, I guess." Matthiew blushed and smiled before his phone went off. He answered it and spoke with Alfred for a moment before turning back to you. "So, you really are alright?" He asked, to which you nodded. "Then can I walk you home?" You smiled and took his outstretched hand, relieved that no matter what, your little Matthiew was still a perfect gentleman.
"Maybe we could get hot chocolate on the way?" You asked, making him smile his adorable closed eye smile.
Luciano: "Feli!" You screamed, thrashing against this evil incarnation of Feliciano. Luciano just laughed at you cry kissing you cheek.
"Yes! Your-a voice sounds even more amazing when you scream! And forget about-a that loser, he-a isn't going to-a save you now-" The front door slammed open, Feli gasping for air in the open doorway. He looked as if he had gone tromping through the jungle in the middle of the monsoon season with how much mud and leaves were on him. Luciano looked up at Feli, looking irritated.
"Well, well. The moron finally figures it-a out. Thought I suggest they you leave me and (Y/N) alone-a-"
"Shut-a the hell up, Luciano! You should never have-a touch my Bella!" Feli yelled, running at full speed at the brown shirted Italian. Luciano's eyes widened in surprise as Feli tackles him off of you, freeing you from the creeps grip. You stood up and watched in horror as Luciano and Feli were wrestling on the floor, Feli, trying to stop the knife getting closer to his neck.
"I-a told you to leave us alone, you-a weak bastard. Now-a I have to kill you!" Luciano shouted, pressing harder on the knife as it started brushing against Feli's next.
"I won't-a ever let anything-a happen to my Bella, you twisted jerk!" Feli shouted back, pressing the knife back away from his neck. You watched in frozen horror as the two went at each other, Luciano curing and Feli promising to defend you no matter the cost. Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse a voice came from the open doorway.
"Luciano, zhat's enough. Ve need zhe poor bastard alive, jou knov." You turned to see Ludwig's Doppelganger, but he looked different. Behind him stood someone that looked like Gilbert, glaring menacingly at you. Luciano glare t the pair of men in the doorway, standing over Feli with a knife still in his hand.
"Like-a hell! I want-a the women to myself and this-"
"Enough, Luciano. Let's just go. Ve have vaisted enough time already. Lutz, get Luciano in the car." the man who looked like Gilbert said, turning around and walking away. The man apparently names Lutz huffed and grumbled, walking over and picking up the little angry Italian with one hand and began dragging him out the door. Luciano screamed all the way, fighting to get out of his captor's grip. Once the strange men were gone you dove to Feli's side, who was lying on the floor not moving. You check his pulse and shook his shoulder, feeling a heartbeat in his neck and seeing him breathing.
"Feli? Are you ok?" You asked. Feli shot up, hugging you tightly.
"Oh, Bella! I thought-a I lost you! That-a was the scariest thing in my-a whole life!" He sobbed in your shirt, clutching onto you tightly. You nodded and patted his back awkwardly.
"Um, there-there…" You mumbled, comforting you crying boyfriend as much as possible. After another hour of wailing and sobbing, Feli was back to normal, explaining who Luciano was while you two made yet another pasta dish. After chewing on this information you asked why he even came to you in the first place.
"That-a was just Luciano saying hello, Bella," Feli said brightly. Oh…
Victor:You dashed over to Ivan, quickly turning on the lights and starting a fire to warm up the room to prevent him from getting sick. You checked his pulse, letting out a sigh of relief as you get his heart beating steadily. Then you gently checked the blood splatter on the back of his head and saw it was only old dried blood that had been on whatever struck Ivan. You then rolled him over, taking a cloth and pouring the vodka from the bottle on the desk before rubbing it under his nose. He groaned, soft violet eyes opening and blinking up at you.
"Sunflower? Why are you here?" He asked, sitting up as if nothing had happened. You looked at him, smiling before you hugged him tightly.
"I'm so glad you're ok." He blinked in confusion but hugged you back, patting your back awkwardly.
"Sunflower, why are you shaking? Someone scare my little sunflower?" He asked, aura going dark. You nodded and curled into his chest.
"H-His name was Victor-" Ivan stiffened, standing up quickly. He picked you up and placed you on the couch calling Toris and ordering him to get here, even calling Yao and asking if he could watch you. Once he was done talking on the phone he walked quickly over to you, giving you a quick kiss before pulling out the Metal Pipe of Pain and stomping to the door.
"Wait! Who is Viktor? What does he want?" You asked from the couch as Toris walked in, out of breath and looking panicked. Yao was not far behind, looking around nervously. Ivan quickly explained the situation and the other two nodded, using Ivan's phone to call the other countries. Ivan turned back for a second before smiling.
"Victor? Someone Sunflower doesn't need to worry pretty head over. I take care of problem." He said, disappearing into the house and out the door. You stayed with Yao and Toris, Alfred even coming over with Ludwig and Arthur joining the party. They all assured you that there was nothing to worry about but that didn't help you at all. Through the entire night, you thought about Ivan and what was happening, exhausting yourself. You didn't even remember when everyone left but you woke up to Ivan curling up next to you on the couch, engulfing you in an enormous bear hug.
"Ivan-" He patted your head a few times, curling closer to you and smothering you in arm bear fur and Ivan's cloak.
"Shh, sunflower. Everything is taken care of. My sunflower has no fear anymore." He whispered comfortingly. He began singing you a soft Russian lullaby that you have learned was one about protecting someone you love, no matter the danger. You fell asleep before you could ask anymore. Or why his cloak was sticky.
Kuro: The door opened behind you, Kiku coming into the office with an annoyed expression. Kuro glared at Kiku and sneered, leaning back against the desk.
"So, you finary came." Kuo sneered, tapping his fingers on the hilt of his katana. Kiku glared and drew his own katana, holding out his hand.
"(Y/N)? Prease take my hand and get behind me. I'rr tark with him." He said calmly, eyes never leaving Kuro's. You hesitantly reached out, surprised when he grabbed your hand and pulled you behind him forcefully. You understood why when you heard a clang of metal on metal, looking back to see the two men's swords crossed. Kuro's eyes never lost their cold anger and Kiku seemed just as focused as ever. The two men stared at each other, silently staring the other down. "(Y/N), when I terr you to run, don't rook back." he said calmly, pushing back Kuro into the desk. You nodded meekly, slowly walking backward to the door. You ran out of the house, hearing fighting from inside. You called the police, not knowing what else to do. As the phone rang the two men burst through the front door, tumbling over each other in an attempt to gain the upper hand. You stood there frozen as Kiku struggled against his other half, the fight seeming to drag on forever. Finally, you saw flashing lights in the distance, causing the two men to stop.
"We wirr continue this rater." Kuro said, sneering at Kiku as he shoved him back, sheathing his blade and running off into the night. A dark car opened it's door for him, Kuro jumping in without a second thought as it drove off as he closed the door. Kiku was breathing hard but came quickly over to you, putting his hand on your shoulders.
"Are you hurt, (Y/N)?" He asked, sounding worried as the police came up the street. You hugged him and nodded though Kiku knew better. He held your hand through the entire police interrogation and reporting, comforting you and explaining everything.
"I'm sorry, you got mixed up in arr this. I promise it won't happen again." He said, hugging you as he bid you goodnight. You nodded, enjoying the rare embrace.
Francois: "Get away from (Y/N), you monster." Francois growled, eyes glowing in rage. The man on top of you growled and sneered, standing up with you in his arms.
"Why should I? This woman needs to be shown a real man's love, non?" He challenged, holding you against his chest. Francois then did something unexpected; he punched the man holding you and ripped you out of his grip, pulling you protectively against his chest. You pressed your face into his chest, feeling grateful for your boyfriend's protection.
"As if a monster such as yourself could ever feel love. Take whatever booze you want and get out. I never want to see you touching my cheré again." Francois growled, shaking with rage. You risked a peek at the other man, who shrugged lazily and walked to the fridge.
"Fine. It's too noisy and stuffy in here anyway." He growled, slamming the door shut and walking past heavily. Before he passed completely he stopped. "If you ever change your mind, all you have to do is call." Francois almost exploded at his dark half but he was gone before Francois could say anything. Once you were sure you were safe you broke down, collapsing into Francoise's arms. He caught you and picked you up like a small child, carrying you to the couch and holding you gently.
"There, there, ma cheré. Everything will be ok..." He whispered soothingly. He spent the rest of the night trying to cheer you up, buying you chocolates, watching your favorite shows, giving you a small message. Eventually, you began feeling better, almost forgetting the terrible night. Almost.
Flavio: The interview went well, but for some reason, you felt off. The skirt was more comfortable then you remembered it and it hugged your courses more snuggly. Whatever that Flavio did, it was a mixed blessing for sure. When you saw Romano again you told him about your encounter.
"That-a stupid bastard. Did he-a do anything else? Did he-a offer to take you to-a fashion show? Ask you to-a lay naked so he could-a paint you?" Romano snapped, face growing red with rage. You shook your head.
"He just fixed my skirt, that's all. He was really charming, I guess..." That comment sent Romano through the roof, cursing and ranting in Italian.
"If I-a ever see that frivolous-a bastard again I'll strangle him with-a his own scarf!" Was the only line you could understand. You spent the next hour or so trying to calm Romano down. When he did he asked if he could see the skirt. You didn't understand but let him see it, confused when he started breaking the seams of the skirt. You were about to yell at him when he pulled out a small computer chip from the waist. He held it up, revealing that it was, in fact, a tracker. He crushed it an gave you a serious look.
"Please, Bella... don't-a trust him or any of the other 2P. For-a me?" You agreed, not speaking of Flavio ever again after that night.
Andres Fernandez: Andres tapped on the glass, grinning.
"Come on out, chica. don't you want to get to know me a little more?" He asked, setting his ax down and leaning against it. You shook your head, running to your room. Your heart pounded in your chest as his laughter followed you. "Oh, come on, chica! I'm not that mean. I even brought you a little gift..." You shook your head and made sure he couldn't get to you, closing your shades and hiding under your covers. This man was really starting to freak you out.
Andres kept calling you, his sickly sweet voice going from sweet and gentle pleas to terrifying threats back to sweet bribes. You covered your ears in an attempt to black him out, hoping Antonio came quickly. There was silence for a while, almost too quiet. You felt a hand on your covered shoulder, causing you to jump and fight back.
"(Y/N)! Chica! You're ok, ma amor! He's gone, calm down..." Antonio said, letting go of you and backing away. You stopped flailing and stared at him, skeptical.
"I-is he really gone?" You asked, remembering the creepy grin and the blood dripping ax. Antonio looked pained but nodded, sitting next to you on the bed.
"Yes, he's gone. I scared him off. He won't be back here anymore, ever again." He promised, cupping your cheek gently. You nodded, cuddling against his chest. He held you, muttering comferting words to you until it was time to eat, making you dinner and even getting you to smile. He really was an amazing boyfriend, you thought.
Klause: "Woman do not speak unless spoken to, Fraulein." Klause growled, looking irritated. You froze, feeling as if his eyes were freezing you in place. "Jou would do vell to remember zhat." He blinked, pulling out a small watch and sighing. "It vould seem that I vill not get my chance to see Gilbert today. Very vell, I vill leave jou to clean up his mess. I must take care of mein own mess-maker." He growled, taking one last menacing glare at you before walking out the door, his boots seeming to almost glide across the ground. Before he eft he paused.
"Oh, and do tell him to watch out for the other like me, vould jou Fraulein?" With that chilling line he left, leaving you collapsed on the floor from his paralyzing gaze. Once you had recovered enough to stand, you finished cleaning up the rooms, trying to figure out why he had come here. As you thought Gilbert came into the house, laughing loudly and joking with Francois and Antonio.
"Liebe! Jou vill never guesses vhat just happened to us-!" He paused, looking at your shocked and blank expression. The three of them turned very serious, blinking at you in confusion. "Liebe...?" Gilbert asked, walking slowly over to you. Klaus chilling words came to your mind, falling out of your mouth before you could stop them.
"Klause said to watch out for others like him!" ou said quickly, feeling a little better. Antonio glanced at Francois, who stared at you and Gilbert.
"Did he say anything else? Did he hurt jou, Liebe?" Gilbert said, sounding very worried. You shook your head. The other two nodded and slipped out, leaving the two of you to talk alone. You explained the terrifying visit and Gilbert explained Klause.
"He is... my darker history. He's not exactly someone I ever vanted jou to meet..." Gilbert said, fidgeting nervously. After a few seconds, he shook his head and put on hs usual childish grin. "I suppose I'll have to see what he wanted later! How about ve hit zhe club and party like awesome animals ve are!" He grabbed your hand, dragging you out to the car and starting it. You were a little unprepared for such a thing but Gilbert kinda swept you up in the moment, making Klaus's visit a distant memory.
Xiao Wang: The two men fought and bickered, but as you watched it seemed to grow more and more serious. Eventually, you couldn't take it anymore.
"Stop fighting right now!" You shouted at the top of your lungs, causing the two men to stop fighting. Yao sighed and shoved Xiao off of him, standing up and brushing off his shirt.
"Like I wanted to fight such a child. I have more important work to do." Yao snapped, storming away. You watched him go, worried. Xiao smiled and threw his arm over your shoulder, chuckling.
"Aw, just joke, Doll! We have many fights all the time! But you are right, I should go. The others might not survive well without me." He placed a small kiss on your cheek and ran off, laughing as he went. You shook your head and wiped your cheek, following Yao to his office. He sat on his Hello Kitty plushy pillow, pouting. You sat next to him, smiling.
"Come on, Yao. He didn't mean it." Yao didn;t respond, just pouted in the corner. You sighed and held up the plush panda, knowing he would snap out of it soon. "I got you a gift..." Sure enough, Yao's eye's brightened and he took the bear gently, grumbling.
"He was a stupid asshole anyway." He huffed, snuggling against you. You laughed and shook your head, happy that this wasn't going to change anything.
Author's Note: I fail as an author! I have been unable to update because of family drama and work as been killing my creativity! I have abandoned the boys and I feel really sorry about it. I promise now to keep more on track with my updates now that most of the insanity is gone. Also, there are a lot of the boy's now and it's going to be hard to write for all of their personalities accurately so please forgive me if they seem a little off. And I have a few idea for what to do next thanks to everyone who has suggested this to me. In order, it will be when 'you are on your period', 'when they see you crying', and 'funny texts'. Any more suggestions would be appreciated. Thank you for reading this crap and I hope to get a new chapter out soon. Read on, Otakus!