Readers,

I'm typing this at school, during lunch, so this may be a little censored.

. . . Or not. Who can say? B)

So this chapter is UsUk for "The Hook". Should be gorier than it actually is in the story, so. . . Whatever? I don't think I care. I'm starting to become more of a FrUk fan because I keep imagining the FACE family. With France as the hard-working husband, Iggy as the loving wife, and Canada and America as the sons. Ahhh~! I love that sort of thing~! Oh, and guess who the deranged lunatic is. . . That's right! Who's more mentally unstable than Russia?

Uh, so, yeah. That's, like, it. Uhm. . .

Enjoy,

OTTO

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It was dark that evening. Night had fallen early, despite it being midsummer. A single car was parked in a more secluded parking spot in the town's "Lover's Lane". A Ford F-150. Two boys sat in the car; a tall younger one, and a short older one.

The man in the driver's seat leaned over next to the short boy and kissed him. "Thanks for coming out here with me, Artie." The tall teenager said, pulling away. The older boy puffed in anger.

"My name's Arthur, you bloody git!" He corrected, smacking the other upside the head, then turning softer. "Where else would I be, Al?"

Alfred was about to say something stupid, but was interrupted as the smooth jazz song they listened to was abruptly cut off. A man's voice rang loud and clear from the speakers, an urgent tone laced under a sound of slight fear.

"We interrupt your song for an important news story." The man said. "A convicted murderer, Ivan Braginsky, has escaped from the state insane asylum. If anyone sees a suspicious character with a hook in place of his right hand, please report his whereabouts to the police immediately, and vacate the area. Thank you for your time."

As the man's voice shut off, and the music slowly came back on, Arthur sank further into his seat. "The asylum. . ." He whispered, turning to Alfred with a worried look in his eyes. "That's not far from here! We should leave! I heard that Braginsky's killed three men already! I think they were brothers. . ."

Arthur kept rambling on in the way he always did when he got worried. Alfred frowned, still staring at the radio. Deciding that he didn't want to lose his chance to make out with the sexy Britt, Al simply locked the doors and windows.

"Come on, Artie." Al said comfortingly, wrapping his arm around the older boy. "Nothing can hurt you! The hero's here to protect you!" He leaned in to kiss Arthur once more, but the frantic teen shoved him away.

"Knock it off!" He shouted, suddenly in a mood. "You need to take us home, NOW!"

Slightly crestfallen, Al started to pull out of the lot.

When the two arrived back at Al's house, they started to get out of the car. It had been decided that Arthur would stay with Alfred that night. As Arthur got out of the car, he started yelling and screaming in shock. Al ran over to see what had happened.

The two stood there, Arthur still screaming, staring down at a bloody hook embedded in the door handle. While they stood and stared, neither of them noticed the twisted smile on the face of the huge man that walked up behind them, his right hand missing, and a knife in the left.

The man walked up behind them swiftly and slit Al's throat. He dropped to the ground, gurgling and trying to scream. Arthur tried to force the knife away from the clearly insane man, but his tiny body was unable to wrench the short blade away.

"Wh-wh-why'd you kill Al!?" Arthur screamed hysterically. The man laughed, his thick Russian accent lacing every sick 'Kolkolkol' sound that flooded from his mouth. "Because it is fun, da?" He hissed, bringing the knife down into Arthur's stomach. The Russian continued to giggle insanely as he stabbed again and again at the lifeless, quickly chilling body.

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Uh. . . . So, I know I stretched that out a little longer than the story actually is, but I think it was worth it. Like I told you guys last time, if you like that pairing, please don't hurt me. The death of UsUk was for the benefit of the story! *Shot* X,X

Otto-Chan's little sister: Please review, and have an absolutely magical day~!