HA! you thought i wasn't going to upload, heh? ah, i felt like being less evil, so here is the chapter of friday ;P

author rant at end of chapter...!
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Alfred, Matthew, Emil, Yao, Kiku and Ludwig returned to the Rock, carrying the unconscious Feliciano and Gilbert with them in the back of the jeep(Emil, Matthew, Yao and Kiku were in the tank, and presumably the Japanese was explaining a lot of things to the newcomers). Alfred and Emil had managed to remove the dented roof of the jeep, so they could ride peacefully (even if that meant it would rain inside the car. However, somehow, the lightning had stopped as soon as Gilbert had been knocked unconscious). Ludwig, Kiku and Alfred were still surprised to see there was a surviving tank, somehow, but they were more pleased that they had found family again. Yao patched Ludwig and Gilbert's shoulders with makeshift and temporary bandages obtained from blankets.

While they were riding back, Ludwig learned that Emil was, in fact, Lukas' brother. Ludwig smiled, knowing that the Norwegian would be overjoyed.

As they finally returned to the Rock, it had stopped raining at last, and it was almost dawn.

And…they were greeted by very, very pissed off and worried inhabitants: Arthur, Francis, Tino, Bella and Romano.

"Where the hell were you, you irresponsible gits?!" Arthur grumbled, sounding almost like an angry father disappointed at how late his son had come home. He was being supported by Tino and Francis, the Brit obviously still too weak to walk on his own.

Francis nodded with a grave look on his face, mimicking and mocking the Brit. "Oui, we were worried sick. And you ruined the car too, oh poo."

"Shut up frog, we really were all worried." Arthur shoved the Frenchman aside, and lost his balance. Francis held up his hands, as the Brit came crashing down with the poor Fin.

"Aaaagh! You bloody backstabbing giiiiit!"

"Ohyaaaah!"

"Oh, je suis désolé, Sourcils." Francis giggled innocently.

Ludwig stepped out of the jeep, and was assaulted by a very, very angry and moody Italian. "Where the FUCK is my brother, you potato bastard?!"

Alfred stepped out of the car as well. "Dude, calm down!" His smile was going from ear to ear, he was actually beaming. "Feli is in the back of the car, don't worry." Romano dashed for the back of the jeep.

Bella was also present, and she raised an eyebrow, curious. "And why do you look so happy?"

Alfred took the Belgian's hands and started dancing around, laughing. "Because I found my bro! Hahahahaha! He's alive!"

"Really?" Bella asked, smiling. She honestly didn't even know he had a brother, but oh well.

Francis' eyes were as wide as saucers. "Is it true, Alfred?" the American nodded, silent understanding passing between them. "But then where is he? And where's Kiku?"

"Ah, the dudes had a tank - yes, a motherfucking tank! - and they obviously couldn't get it in here. They're looking for a place to park and hide the monster, before coming here!" Alfred beamed.

The Fin helped Arthur up, eventually aided by Francis as well. "That's so good! I didn't know there were so many survivors!" Tino said, smiling.

"EEEEK!" Romano shrieked, scared and falling butt-first to the ground.

Ludwig immediately was at his side, but the Italian refused any help. "What the fuck, you potato head?! Another RED?!"

Everyone suddenly got serious again, and Francis tensed. "What? …Who is it?"

Ludwig sighed, as he picked up his brother under his armpits and carried him to the dining cave. "Ja…It's my bruder. Feliciano already cured him, that's why he's knocked out again."

"You brainless moron! How could you let him do that?! You know it does that to him!" Romano yelled, grabbing Feliciano and following the German.

"I didn't force him to." Ludwig gritted his teeth. "He chose to do that. And now we know the infection doesn't kill him, right? So he should be ok."

"I don't fucking care. I'm still mad at you." Romano grumbled, hugging Feliciano tighter to his chest.

The remaining people just laughed, relieved, and waited for the others to come, while Ludwig carefully laid down the albino on the table. It had kind of become standard procedure, to put the recovering REDs there. Romano in the meantime brought the knocked out cold Feliciano to the nearest couch, and laid him down as well.

Ludwig noticed that cracks were already spreading on Gilbert's white armour, the material becoming brittle. Ludwig felt just so… so immensely relieved. He softly petted the albino's white strands of wet hair, awaiting the moment he would wake up. A year, more than a year without his older brother… it had felt like an eternity. It almost didn't feel real, the fact that in moments he would be returned to him. And it was all thanks to Feliciano... the arrival of the Italian had changed so many things for the better...!

Finally, after the umpteenth crack, the armour dissolved into fine dust, leaving Gilbert on the table. Human Gilbert, not RED. Ludwig smiled, tears pooling in his eyes, but holding them back. It really was him…! He had really returned…!

Then, like with Francis and Lukas, Gilbert's face contorted into a frown, as if he was having a nightmare. And, like Arthur and Mathias had done, he tried to wake him up. First gently.

"Gilbert, wake up…" he softly shook his brother's shoulder, but gained no reaction.

Ludwig frowned. Romano appeared beside him. "Maybe if we tried kicking him?"

The blond shot a nasty look to the Italian, who simply huffed, folding his arms. "What?! The eyebrows bastard had to slap the French pervert several times, so let's just get this over with and kick him awake already."

Ludwig shook his head, still gripping his brother's shoulder. "Nein. But…" blue eyes glinted, and he smiled, despite himself. "…maybe slapping is a good idea after all."

He stood in darkness. He felt the floor under his feet, but could not see it, because it was all black. He looked around. Where was he? What was he doing here?

…

Who was he?

He saw a lone figure, standing not so far away. Ah, maybe he could tell him where he was!

He started walking, but the figure did not come closer. He frowned. What was wrong? He reached out an arm and started running, and finally he got closer. He was about to touch the person's shoulder, but then his hand was batted away by a black hand that appeared out of nowhere.

"Come with me…" the hand was being offered to him. He hesitated. Who was this? Why was he offering to come with him? And…was it the right thing to do? It somehow didn't feel right…!

A voice echoed, but he couldn't place where it was coming from… "Gilbert, wake up…"

Oh, was that his name then?

The black hand insisted, and a pair of violet eyes opened in the dark. "You'll protect him…"

He glanced at the lone figure not so far away. The figure somehow was very important to him… he took the black hand, accepting the offer. Suddenly, he felt very heavy.

He smiled, feeling satisfied because he had protected the figure, but when he turned to look at it, it was gone.

No…no…! He had promised he would protect him! Where did that person go? He... he... had promised!

Lightning lit up the darkness, far away, but he didn't hear a thunderclap. Strange.

Suddenly, the floor under his feet was gone. He started falling. He wanted to scream, but somehow he couldn't.

No! Someone as awesome as him couldn't die like that…!

Wait, what did he say?

Awesome…?

The word had a familiar taste. Awesome… But when would he use that word…?

He couldn't remember…

He stopped falling. He just…started dangling, in that nothingness. He saw the figure again, far away. Icy blue eyes turned to look at him. Those eyes were all too familiar, but he couldn't remember who they belonged to. That was quite frustrating, to say the least.

The black hand appeared again, and wrapped itself around his ankle. What…?

The hand started pulling down.

He flapped his arms around widely, trying to find anything to hold on to. He found nothing. No no no no no no! He had to go to those blue eyes! He reached out one hand.

"Bruder…!" he called out desperately. What had he said? Brother… He had a brother? The figure, those blue eyes…they were his brother's…?

The hand was dragging him down, towards unknown depths. When he glanced down, he saw, deep into the darkness, the pair of glowing violet eyes, looking up at him. Somehow, he felt those eyes were…smiling. He shuddered, and tried reaching out for the figure again. He didn't want to go down! He was too… too awesome for that!

The blue eyes were suddenly above him, and someone grabbed his hand. "Bruder…!" an all too familiar voice called out. "Wake up!"

He looked up, and held on with all his might to the hand of his…his brother. The violet eyes didn't really looked pleased, but after some agonizing minutes of struggling, the black hand finally let go.

A roar echoed through the darkness, as he got over the invisible ledge, and sat down on the 'floor' beside those blue eyes.

No. They were gone yet again.

He stood up, looking around frantically. No! Where had he gone!? He saw the figure in the distance, and started running. He tackled the figure down, and yelled out a name, finally remembering it. "Ludwig…!"

The figure chuckled, and he smiled. Finally…! He looked up, and saw violet orbs instead of blue. The figure with purple eyes started laughing at him, in derision.

He started screaming, and finally woke up.

Gilbert's cheeks were red, having been slapped several times by Ludwig. Romano thought it was fun to mess with the 'potato bastard''s brother, so he started pinching and poking him in the sides as well. However, he still didn't wake up, and still was grimacing because of whatever he was dreaming about.

"Bruder…!" Ludwig said, fist falling on Gilbert's chest heavily. "Wake up!"

Gilbert suddenly inhaled sharply, and sat up, "Ludwig…!" he yelled, before going into a cough fit.

Ludwig's head snapped up, a single tear glinting in the corner of his eye. He weakly smiled. "Bruder…" he whispered, and then he hugged him. "Bruder!"

Gilbert's shoulders were still shaking because of the cough fit, but he managed to utter a few words between the coughs. "W-was…?" cough. "Lud-" cough "-wig?" cough cough "Where…?" cough cough cough "Did" cough "you" cough "slap me?!" cough cough.

Ludwig patted lightly the albino on his back. "Ja, Gilbert. It's me." He smiled, drying the lone tear on his cheek. "Willkommen zurück".

…Somewhere else…

Antonio looked left and right, while stepping into his… that man's chamber.

Fortunately, he was momentarily gone, God knows where.

Antonio didn't trust him, of course. He had acted all angry and distraught about Francis', Lukas' and now also Gilbert's disappearances, but Antonio could have sworn he had heard him laugh, while in here.

He was hiding something from them. From them! His most trusted men!

He shook his head furiously. Yes, he was one of them, but that didn't mean he wanted to be.

"Concentrate, Antonio. Get it together."

He stepped in the room, and immediately saw the chair in the middle of it, on top of some kind of pedestal. He really thought he was a king of some sort, huh? He hissed angrily.

He walked closer, and saw that near the chair there had been positioned three chess boards. Obviously the 'maps' of his plans and schemes.

Every board had its pieces, however Antonio only understood half of it. He presumed the black pieces were the Nightmares, and the white ones the humans. After all, it was only logic.

One board was only full of black pieces. There was a black king, and a black rook, and further only simple black pawns scattered all over the board. Hmm, knowing his mast- Antonio bit on his own tongue and shook his head. Knowing him, the black king probably was his own representative.

He glanced at the least crowded board. Only two white pieces were on them, guarded by two black ones. He had no idea who those could be.

Then he looked over at the board in the middle, the biggest one, and noticed it was pretty much crowded. Eleven random white pieces stood all in the middle. Between them were positioned, toppled to the side, two black knights. And, not so far away, a white queen, and at her feet a toppled black rook.

Antonio growled. The toppled pieces were obviously his companions. Francis, Lukas, Gilbert… so they were all just pawns in a twisted game? They had to be sacrificed for some 'big plan'?

Rage started boiling inside him, and he had the greatest urge to set something on fire. He would take much pleasure out of burning those boards, see them burst into flames, the pieces turning into ash… fire burning, consuming, eating everything…

Antonio furiously shook his head, clearing it from those thoughts. No! He had to keep calm. No burning. Not yet.

He looked at the pieces again, mostly at the black rook beside the king. Probably, that rook was him. But… he had not made any move with it yet.

He glanced at the other black rook. That probably was Gilbert… he wondered what had happened to him. Obviously, he knew everything, but had decided not to tell them. Antonio narrowed his eyes, looking at the white queen.

Something looked…off, about the queen. She didn't seem...right, as if originally-

"It is considered rude to snoop around other people's rooms, Antonio."

Antonio whirled around, facing the Sentient Nightmare. He didn't say anything, but felt petrified under that violet gaze. He knew he would be punished soon because of this, but still, out of pure instinct, narrowed his eyes and growled.

The Sentient chuckled. "Do you like chess, Antonio?" he stepped beside him, looking at the boards. Antonio did not answer, knowing that his… his 'master' would keep on talking anyway.

"I really like chess. It's a wonderful game, don't you think? There are specific rules, so no one can cheat. And what's even more fascinating, every piece has its…abilities and qualities."

He picked up a simple black pawn, and started explaining. "Pawns, for example, are weak, but they are many and keep on advancing. I think of these as the Nightmares, in general."

He idly twirled a black bishop in his clawed fingers. "Bishops are twisted. They cannot 'think' straight, so only move diagonally, but…as far as they desire. These are still Nightmares, but the most evolved."

A black knight. "Knights… they are peculiar and bizarre. They can jump over other pieces, and have the strangest moving pattern, 'L'-like. Very handy and unpredictable for the adversary." He put it down toppled to the side again, back in the cluster of white pieces. "These symbolize Francis, and Lukas."

He picked up a black rook now, and looked it up closely, as if fascinated. "Rooks are my personal favourites. They are sturdy, strong… always move in a straight line and as far as they can go. They have a…powerful and mighty air about them, да?" Antonio really didn't know what to say, so just listened to this madman's ranting. The Sentient put down the rook again at the white queen's feet. "The Rooks symbolize you, Antonio. And Gilbert."

The Sentient picked up the king. "The King. Ah!" he sighed dramatically. "The weakest pawn. But at the same time, the most important, for without the King, the game would be over. Such cruel irony, don't you think? And, of course, this would be me." Antonio still didn't answer.

Finally, he picked up the white queen, and twirled her in his fingers. "Queens are by far the most powerful pieces in the game. They can move wherever they want, as far as they want…So much power, so many possibilities…! However, with the smallest distraction, the adversary will take advantage and take her from you, right because she's the most dangerous piece on the board…So you always have to keep an eye on her." The last words were spoken more slowly, and almost whispered. He put a clawed fingertip on top of the queen's head. "This…is my 'mistake'. He's the Queen, and therefore the most dangerous and powerful piece in the game. That's why you have to find him."

He gently put down the queen on her original spot. Antonio still felt something wasn't right about that queen, and after the Sentient had twirled her in his hands, he could see the oddity more clearly.

"And what's even more thrilling of the game… the strategy. You have to learn that sometimes you have to…sacrifice some pieces to let the game continue and, in the end win."

Antonio finally had to say something. He pointed at the black toppled pieces. "When a piece gets eliminated, it is put off the board. Why are those still there then?"

The Sentient turned to face him, cocking his head to one side. Antonio felt a chill run down his spine, as his 'master' smiled under that mask. How it was even possible for him to feel that, he would never know. Still, the Nightmare smiled the widest and most childish smile he had.

"…Who ever said they were eliminated…?"

…At the Rock…

Gilbert finally stopped coughing, and looked up. "L-lutz?" he repeated.

Ludwig sighed out of pure happiness. "Gilbert, you're you…!"

The albino grinned. "Of course it's the awesome me, who else would I be?" he coughed once.

Ludwig sighed out of pure habit, and groaned. Yes, it was Gilbert alright, and he was back to his older self, or with even more 'awesomeness' than before.

"Hey potato head, are you crying? Pfff-whahahaha! Such a baby…!" Romano sniggered, and Ludwig brought a hand to his face. He was really crying, and he hadn't even noticed.

Gilbert blinked, confused. "Huh? Lutz, why are you crying?" Ludwig didn't answer, and simply covered his eyes with one hand, but the albino saw the clenched teeth and the tears that were still running. He didn't understand. His brother would never cry. Hell, he could have sworn the blond had been made out of solid rock instead of bones, flesh and soul. What had happened, then…?

Suddenly, Gilbert's eyes widened in realisation, as the memories of the past several months flashed in front of his eyes. He stared down at his hands, horrified at the memories, and marvelled at the fact that his palms weren't claws anymore. He closed them, reopened them. No clicking sounds. He started laughing, feeling immensely relieved and light-headed. "Ha…Haha…Hahahahahaha!" He touched his face, still laughing like the idiot he really was. No mask! No armour! No clicking sounds…! He was normal again…!

"Hahahahahahahahaha! Ah, the awesome me is awesome again! Oh, hell yes…!" As he was touching his face with both hands now, and felt he had started crying as well. Hey, awesome people like him (well, less awesome than him because he was the most awesome) had to cry too, once in a while, on some occasions…! And returning human was one of them.

He looked at Ludwig, and saw he had sat down on one of the couches, still covering his face. The albino jumped from the table, and tackle-hugged him. He started ranting. "Lutz! Oh, Lutz! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Sorry! Danke! Thank you! Thank you! You are the awesomest bruder in the whole world…! I mean that!"

Ludwig first didn't react, but then wrapped his arms around the albino's shoulders. "Ja, Gilbert… Danke… und 'awesomest' isn't a real word."

"Kesesesese!" Gilbert laughed between his tears. "You haven't changed a bit, Lutz. Still the same grammar nazi as always."

The brothers sat a while like that, before the emotional moment was shattered by two hordes of people entering the cave, and Feliciano waking up - creating a string of curses coming out of Romano, scolding first his brother, then Ludwig and then Gilbert.

"Ve…? Where am I?"

"GHYAAAH! What the flying FUCK, Feli! You've already recovered?!"
"Ve… You're loud, Romano…"
"I don't fucking care! You brainless idiot! You got me worried sick! Do you know how many times I imagined your death this night?!"

"Scusa, fratellone…"
"Tch! But after all, I know it was all the potato bastard's fault."
"Hey! Don't you go talking like that about mein bruder!"

"Ha! Says potato bastard number two, who's also crybaby number two! I bet it was both your fault."

"Says the Italian dwarf!"

"HEY! YOU TAKE THAT BACK THIS INSTANT, YOU HEAR ME?!"

"Fratello, don't fight!"

"Bruder! Stop struggling!"

"Let me go, Lutz! Someone as awesome as me eats puny unawesome Italians like him for breakfast!"

"I'd give you the worst stomach ache you had ever had, Snow white! That is, if you could take me…!"

"What did you call me?"

"You heard me: Snow white!"

"My awesome white hair will not be insulted like that! Let, me, go, Lutz! Let me at him!"

"Snow white, Snow white!"

To make long things short, Romano and Gilbert were at each other's throats minutes after they had come to know each other. They were both being restrained by their respective brothers, and just barely.

In the meantime, the group from inside the Rock that hadn't been outside yet came into the dining cave, as did the newcomers and the other Rock gang members.

Most of the gang marvelled and loudly cheered again at the fact that a RED had been cured, and Gilbert waved enthusiastically (at least not trying to strangle Romano anymore) at Francis and Lukas. "Hey! So it's here where you all ended up! Awesome!"

The Frenchman left all of Arthur's weight on Tino's shoulders, and he and Gilbert laughed as they patted their backs, like old friends.

Lukas, however, stopped dead on his tracks when he saw Emil entering the cave. The Icelander got nearer, and stood motionlessly in front of him. In that moment, Feliciano finally remembered who Emil reminded him of: Lukas. They stood like two statues, looking at each other, doubting their own eyes. But then the Icelander whispered something. "…Big…brother?" Then, he hauled his arms around Lukas' neck. "You're alive! Oh, thank God!" Tears were now rolling down both of their faces(even if Lukas still had his straight, however slightly stunned, poker face).

"…Emil…?" The Norwegian weakly smiled, still too stunned to say anything else. Mathias was supposed to be leading Berwald the way, but completely forgot about that as he jumped on both of them, making them all fall down. "IIIICE!"

Tino helped Arthur sit down on a couch, and then came nearer. "Kyllä, it's Emil!" He laughed, and then yelped as Mathias pulled him down on the dog pile on the two reunited brothers. "Hahaha! Fin, join the club!" He turned towards Berwald, whose eyes were still bandaged. "You too, Sve!"

Berwald didn't even have time to say 'Wh't', before he was pulled down also, the giant frame of the Swede almost crushing them all. Gatto thought it was fun to join the dog pile, and perched himself on top of the Swede's butt, meowing contentedly.

"WAAAH! Mathias, you moron, get off of my back!" Emil cried out.

"No way, Ice! You're back! You're alive! It's the five of us all together again! Hahahaha! Oh, I'm just so happy! And you called Norge 'big brother'! I have to call the newspaper! Since you're in such a brother-y mood, can you call me 'big bro' too?"

"No, I'm his only big brother." Lukas stated jealously, and in the same moment Emil said "Hell no! Now get off of me!" the Icelander squirmed under the Dane's weight.

"Hahahah! Sorry, but can't do, Ice. Sve and Fin are kinda crushing my spine…!"

"Moi moi…sorry…! Berwald, could you kindly stand up, please?"

"Hn" the Swede removed Gatto from his rear, and finally stood up.

Everyone was in a joyful mood, because of the finding of long lost relatives. Hell, they all forgot about the whole serious apocalypse thing. Kiku had been reunited with Yao, Alfred with Matthew, Ludwig with Gilbert, and Lukas with Emil and the others.

"Dude! We're fifteen people! If we don't count Berwald and Artie, and one plays the referee, we can have finally a more serious football match!" Alfred jumped up and down excitedly, waving his arms.

"My name is not 'Artie', and you are talking about soccer, not football." Arthur snapped back from the couch.

"Yeah whatever dude! Let's go and play!" the American said, still jumping up and down.

"Ahyah, I don't think it's a good idea, aru. People are still tired, and some just recovered, like Gilbert, or Matthew, or Feliciano…!" Yao shook his head.

"No way! I'm more awesome than that!" The albino exclaimed, elbowing Francis in the face "Let's go play! I'm pumped!"

"Aaah! By beautiful face! Gilbert, what ze hell was that for?!" The Frenchman whined, rubbing his cheek.

Matthew smiled. "…I feel good also…!" earning a heavy hand clap on his back from his brother that made the Canadian almost lose his glasses. "Way to go, Mattie!"

"Ve, I fell okay too!" Feliciano chirped, letting Romano go.

Romano however wasn't okay with that. "No way in hell, Feli. You're not going anywhere! You just recovered!"

"But, Romanooooo!" Feliciano whined.

"How about this…!" Tino stood up, finally, from the dog pile of Nordics. "…It's morning, so the people who have wet clothes get to change, and the woulded ones get patched up properly. Then we all could have breakfast, and then go play. Does that sound good?"

"Hell yeah! Breakfast!" Mathias, Alfred and Gilbert exclaimed in unison, excited and hungry looks in their eyes.

The majority of the Rock gang facepalmed, and the new day started.

…Back to somewhere else…

Antonio hugged the gold pile he was sitting on, and sighed. He had beaten him up again, the punishment for entering his room without permission. He had also given him orders, and like al the other times, he couldn't refuse. He hated when that happened… he felt powerless. Antonio hissed, remembering that he was only a… a black rook in a grand game of some sort. And what did it mean, Gilbert and the others weren't eliminated? Where were they then? And of course, he had not bothered to explain him anything, about why he had to do what he had to do, or why this Feliciano was so dangerous in the first place. He frowned, and hugged the gold pile tighter. He was thinking about the white queen, and about the piece's oddity. Was she-

His stomach rumbled, interrupting his thoughts.

He was hungry again. He felt like something was scratching his chest from the inside, his guts burned, and his throat felt dry and sandpaper-like…

He furiously shook his head. No…! Already?! Why?! It was too soon! He didn't want-

Oh hell yes he did. He wanted, longed to…eat.

No…! It was wrong…!

But maybe…they could have gold with them… didn't he like gold?

…Gold?

Yes, pretty pretty gold…

Antonio licked his teeth, not having lips anymore, a strange light sparking in his eyes. Yes, gold would do… He felt empty.

…Hungry…

He entered his room, almost as if feeling his hunger. Antonio hissed, hugging the gold pile even tighter. He would not touch any of his precious gold…!

"Do not fret, I do not desire your gold, Antonio. I understand you're hungry, да? You'll have to wait a little more, my Rook. Just a little while. Understood?"

Antonio answered with a growl, but nodded. He had to obey, after all.

"Good."

The Sentient Nightmare left the RED and his golden room. The dark figure chuckled to itself.

It was just like with the ancient Romans… they had posed the finest example. Don't feed the lions for a couple of days, and their performance at the games will be spectacular, fighting the gladiators.

There is no place for hesitation, memories or even emotions, when a beast is hungry.

...aaaand, CUT!

Antonio is kinda dealing with mindfucks, and Ivan is still obsessing over chess pieces. Things are going to get ugly.

But hey, "Player obtained a Prussia!" (Legend of Zelda music of finding an object)

Ah, the Rock gang is all together and happy! aren't they cute? :3

random fact: i recently noticed that Romano in some fanfics exclaimes with 'holy crapola', so i became curious of what it actually meant. well, its a word that begins with 'crap' so obviously sounds like a swear word, and i think that's why its used...

turns out 'crapola' does not exist, but 'crapula' does(and its a verb), and it means "guzzle"... weird.

anyway! i hope you enjoyed the chapter! i hope you are all well, and stay awesome! have a nice weekend! ;)

[PS...I'm thinking of making a mafia fanfic, featuring the italy bros...what would you think? im definitely finishing Nightmare Apocalypse first, but im kinda toying with this idea]

Je suis désolé, Sourcils : (french) i'm sorry, eyebrows

Willkommen zurück : (german) welcome back

Danke : (german) thank you

Scusa, fratellone... : (italian) sorry, big brother..

Kyllä : (finnish) yes

да : (russian) yes