Graahhhhhh~ here it is, the long awaited, seventh edition to this wonderful story~ My God was this like pulling teeth-here ya' go! /showers you in confetti

"Say it."

"No."

"Say it."

"No."

"Say it."

"I said no."

A pout.

"Aw, c'mon."

"No, bastard."

"If you say it I'll leave you alone."

"…"

"Well?"

"B-Boss?"

"C'mon."

B-Boss… Senór Carriedo."

"Naw~"

"Ch-chigi!"

"Ow…"

"I already put this thing on!"

"And you look so cute in it~"

"Don't change the subject, fucker! I put this on because you harassed me into it, and- Stop smiling damnit!"

"I can't help it."

"Listen to me!"

"He he."

"Gyahhh!"

Silence.

"You're all red like a tomato."

Lovino blinked and the door swung open.

As though in a nightmare, Lovino's head slowly turned towards the door.

Yong Soo blinked at the sight in front of him. Lovino, wearing a green dress with a white apron, like an olden day maid, fancied up with a petticoat, his hands gripped by Antonio, who had forced Lovino to lean over him, as he himself leaned back until their faces were less than a foot from each other. Yong Soo had calmly watched as Lovino slowly faced the door like how victims in horror movies turn towards the sounds of howls- just as they realise they are cornered. Lovino's face flushed even deeper at the sight of his friend's roommate's unabashed staring, finding himself unable to snap at the guy or even get away from Antonio.

No…don't look damnit. Just go away.

"Hey Young Soo, what's up?" Antonio asked cheerfully, and the spell was broken.

Lovino slowly sank to the floor, face buried in his arms, skirt circling around him and covering his feet, shame and embarrassment overwhelming him.

I wanna die. I wanna die. I wanna die.

"Hey, Lovino, have I ever introduced you to my roommate? He's from Korea!" Antonio jumped up, "His name is Young Soo! Lovino?"

Lovino looked up, and Young Soo couldn't help but think he looked like a frightened rabbit caught in headlights. Lovino recognised the lecherous smirk on the Korean's face.

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Elsewhere

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The man on the screen screamed, raising a gun high in the air, only for his throat to be sliced open by a fearsome taloned monster.

Ludwig stared blankly at the TV screen.

When his friends, Feliciano and Kiku, invited him over for a movie night he had expected a romantic comedy, an angst, or even chick flick. Never a slasher horror.

Apparently it was an Italian classic.

Apparently it was one of Feliciano's (many) favourite.

Ludwig shuddered as a naked woman's stomach was slit open, her arms pulled high above her head. Sticky black tendrils of guts were pulled out of her body, blood frothing at her mouth.

Ludwig's stomach turned.

Kiku ate more popcorn, seeming unperturbed.

It was painful for Ludwig, as he despised (read: feared) all forms of horror, waiting for the show to end. Unable to scream, unable to leave or even run away, forced to just sit there in muted horror. The lights in the scene dimmed. The sounds of cops screaming 'put your hands up' could be heard as the lights flicked on and off. The flicking lights showing the bodies mangled and lifeless. The end credits rolled.

Ludwig blinked. What? No clousure? Where is the closure? Is the monster destroyed? Is humanity wiped out? Was it demonic? Was it a failed experiment… what?

What. No! They couldn't do this to him, he was a 17-year-old grown assed man, and while he did not get frightened of the boogieman, this… Damn son.

Ludwig had thought he was over sleeping with a nightlight on and a teddy bear. Apparently not.

On either side of him, his Feliciano and Kiku were completely blind to their German friend's unease.

The two jumped up, their movements mirroring each other's almost perfectly.

"Ve~ Luddy, what do you reckon?" Feliciano asked, "We have [Rec•] or The Grudge up next." He cheerfully showed the covers to his friend.

Despite his misgivings, looking at his friend's waiting and hopeful faces Ludwig decided he didn't really need to sleep that night anyway. Hell, he would just bunker down here with these two fearless idiots for safety.

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Meanwhile

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Arthur was in tears- not that Oliver had noticed… He was too busy yelling at him, gesturing wildly at a frypan, ranting on about how 'expensive good cooking equipment is', and how 'stupid Arthur must have been to decide to cook when there was no one to help him not burn the house down' -for such a normally kind hearted guy, Oliver could be quite mean sometimes. As self-pity and guilt decended upon Arthur, he couldn't help but remember how this all started…

All he wanted to do was something nice for his sweet roommate.

Just eggs and bacon, Arthur had decided on- nothing fancy. He turned away for five seconds to grab some plates, and he was very lucky he chose that moment to as the stove chose that moment to catch alight.

For Oliver it had been a normal morning, until he was awoken to the sound of a high-pitched scream of terror, groggily he had forced himself awake, stumbling to the kitchen to see Arthur desperately trying to put out a growing fire.

He hasn't even discovered the burn marks on the roof yet, Arthur lamented to himself, head bent in shame.

Well I think we've all been the Ludwig of some (probably scary) issue- not wanting to put up a fuss for the sake of our friends' enjoyment. As well as the Feliciano and Kiku.

To be honest guys, I couldn't really resist slipping 2ptalia in there.

G'night, dear readers, g'night.