Stylish, diva, drama queen- Gold- Fae

Somewhat perverted- Rose Pink- Fabrice (Because the name means works with his hands)

Hopeless Romantic- Blue- Fleur

Culinary Genius- Orange- Farran (Cause the name means Baker)

Smart, Clever, Witty- Purple- Fahim

Nation/Personification Duties- White- Finley

Caring and sympathetic- Silver- Faust

Cheerful and happy- Yellow- Felicienne (Great Happiness)

Sad or Depressed, just hides it very well- Gray- Farand

Mature and logical- Brown- Fermont

Anger- Red- Falkner

Arrogant and Egotistical- Extremely bright yellow- Fayme

Gardener, caretaker, all around organization- Green- Fabien

-I'm a plain line breaker ignore me and keep reading-

Chapter Three: Anger in the Attic

Unfortunately though he was not given much time to think about it, his head snapped up as he heard a loud crash coming from somewhere on the story above him and his eyes widened as he bolted up to find the source of the noise.

Arthur looked up at the loud crash that came from the attic and paled. He had so many valuable things up there so anything breaking up there was a bad sound already and would get worse or a slightly better. He raced down the hall pulled down the draw string for the stairs leading up to the attic and raced up the stairs.

He reached the top just in time to see a grey blur fly past him and crumple against the wall. "Why can't you just leave me alone Falkner? I wear grey for a reason." He said as he curled up rather made an attempt to get up.

"But in retrospect your weak personality makes it so much better. Francis would be so much better without. It's because of you that Paris was declared an open city. Was marched on in the second world war. Farrand."

Arthur gasped lightly as he heard such awful things come from...Falkner...it seemed the other ones name was. Farrand made no attempt to get up from the ground, or had anything to say. Did he really think that that was the truth? That couldn't be so. "How can you say such a thing?" He asked out of nowhere before he even realized that his mouth was moving. His instinct to shut up shortly after he had said was very strong though.

Falkner's held a livid raging fire in his those usually soft blue eyes. One that he hadn't seen in quite a long time and maybe only three in total in the time of knowing the Frenchman. "You. Oh don't even get started on you!" He seethed as he stalked forward and pinned him against the wall by his shirt. "When have you ever been there for him when he's at his worst? Even when he always made time for you no matter what the predicament. Even when your countries were on opposite sides in the throes of war he would disregard what his people wanted and make his own decision to come and check up on you. And how do you repay him? With cold shoulders and snide remarks that he pretends doesn't hurt!"

Arthur flinched at the loud voice that was yelling at him and he blinked lightly as he heard what he heard what he said. Suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. "W-well maybe if-"

"If what?! You have nothing so if I were you I would not finish that sentence."

"Maybe if he stopped caring so much about me and found someone else then he wouldn't be so sad all the time." He hadn't meant to say it. It was...a way of lashing out to make him feel like he still had the upper hand. He winced and his vision fuzzed as he was slammed harshly against the wall.

"He cares about you because you're the only that's been around as long as he has. He slightly shy around the elders as he calls them, China and Japan, you're the only real friend he has. There are things you know that even Gilbert and Antonio don't. He can't give up on you."

"Wheeeeee! I found you Falkner! Hey Farrand!" Arthur looked behind falkner in confusion as he heard the voice that from behind Falkner. It seemed to have come from the Francis wearing a pastel yellow shirt and he smiled as he saw the big one on this one's.

Falkner immediately let go of Arthur and gave a sheepish smile to the one on his shoulders. "Felicienne, how did you find me so fast?"

"I told you dummy! I'm the master of hide and seek! Let's play agan! You can try and find me!"

"Actually," Arthur piped up. "Fluer wanted all of you guys to meet in the living room so we could make proper introductions." Arthur said as he brushed off his shirt. "Then you can play all you want...just maybe not up here, a lot of important stuff is up here."

Felicienne beamed as he slid off Falkner's back and pulled on his sleeves. "Come on Falky, let's go talk to the other's!"

Arthur watched as the other two left the room before he approached Farrand and offered a hand. "Would you like some help up?"

Farrand blinked and was about to say he was just fine up here on his own with no one to disappoint or let down, but after a moment he changed his mind and gave him a small smile. "Oui, Merci." He took Arthur's hand with some hesitancy and pulled himself back to his feet.

"So...what part of him are you exactly? Weakness?"

Farrand sighed as he picked his way to a small window at the other end of the room. "I might as well be, but if you wanted to get technical then some would call me depression."

"Francis has depression?" Arthur asked in slight bewilderment. "He...always seems so happy..."

"He's had a long time to perfect his way of hiding from the world. He would rather be optimistic and be the one that people can lean rather than being the one that needs to lean on someone." Farrand said as he looked back to him.

Arthur sighed lightly as he shook his head. "That idiot...it wouldn't kill him to ask for a little help every now and then."

"Pride can be quite tantalizing at times. It's not something easily swallowed. Teasing you and making asking for help sounding like weakness As a prideful man yourself, I'm sure you can understand."

Arthur nodded after a moment as he made his way over to the window as well. "I suppose I can. So...Falkner mentioned something you wearing grey for a reason. Why is that?" He asked curiously.

"Because grey is a neutral color. It's a color used to mark me as a just another face in an endless crowd. As unimportant. I neither stand out or blend in. I'm just there." Farrand said as he gazed out the window again at the slowly darkening sky.

"Well I think it's a very fitting color for you...you're the first one I haven't offended yet...any hints on where I can find the others?"

"Fae will be going through your closet with horror as we speak, Farran-"

"I thought you were Farran?"

"I'm Farrand. With a 'd'."

"Oh sorry...your names are just so similar."

"I know, but he'll probably be cooking something for dinner, Finley would be in the study preparing for the upcoming meeting next month and doing paperwork, making phone calls to his boss, I guarantee Faust will already be in the living room looking after everyone. He's got a thing for Fabrice."

Arthur pulled a face, but he didn't say anything, just wondered how anyone could be attracted to that creep.

"Fermont, will also already be in the living room, trying to reign in some control of the choas in the living room. Fayme...I'm never really sure where he is, he's the wild card, Fabien will be in the gardens."

"Well then...I guess I'll start with Fae. Thank you for your help, you should go join the others."

"I'm...going to stay up here a little while longer."

"Alright, well then...thank you, Farrand." Arthur smiled lightly before he gave a small frown as he made his way out. Lord, what exactly had he gotten into?