Merry/Happy Everything or just a good day to everyone *wipes sweat off brow* "I think that covers most of the religions without any offense. Now let's give the readers a nice chappie." Also dear readers, between this chapter and the next one (Introducing the rest in one chapter would be a bit tedious for me) should be the last two introduction chapters and then things will start to get a little more interesting so just bear with me.

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

Fuck it, I'll just give you guys a nice long chappie there's not many left here to introduce. If I break it down to two more chapters then that's only three per chapter and a fairly short chapter. So rest of intros and then the real fun should begin. Also majority rules for this, should I write a smutty chapter for Arthur and Fabrice, Fabrice and Faust, or hell why not all three? Your opinions matter to me so tell me what you guys think. I'm still up in the air about it myself. ^u^

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

Arthur sighed lightly as he exited the attic. He hadn't had the chance to find what had been broken during his little chat with Farrand and the fight that had broken out between him and Falkner. The words still swimming in his head between the wonderings of what exactly had been broken, but he forced both thoughts to the back of his head. He could care about that later. Right now he needed to worry about the one going through his closet.

Sure enough, as he reached the room that he had woken up in earlier to Francis's wonderful cup and his pretty smile, not that he would ever admit how much it made his heart melted every time they were aimed his way. All he wanted right now was to just wake up from this nightmare to another cup of tea and another smile meant for him, but that wasn't going to happen so he just sighed as he seated himself on the bed and looked over at the man in a gold much more stylish outfit that he had to admit looked quite good on him. His hair done up in a lovely updo. He wondered secretly how long it must have taken to put his hair in such a way, but the wonderings were soon cut short as he heard the small sounds of horror as he tossed his sweater vests to the side. "Dreadful, absolutely dreadful. No good, hideous. Oh my God he would wear such a thing?"

"Oi! Sod off they are very professional!" Arthur huffed out as he crossed his arms and legs. An angry flush on his cheeks. "Who are you then? I'm assuming you're-"

"Assuming makes an ass out of you and me dear. I'm Fae. His inner diva and fashionista extraordinaire. And your wardrobe is absolutely dreadful. We have to go shopping this instant. You are sorely lacking in anything even remotely nice. I swear I'm looking through the closet of an old man. Old age hasn't set in for you yet."

Arthur sent him a murderous glare and was about to tell him to fuck off, again, before a thought hit him. "Well..." His face softened and his blush deepened as he gave a small cough. "I want to do something nice for Francis. To make up for all of this, but...well..."

He looked over as Fae sat next to him and looked to him with a calm, but knowing smile. "You don't a thing about lingerie. Right?"

Arthur nodded as he looked over to Fae once more. "I know he likes pearls and emeralds, he's always telling me my eyes look just like the green gems, but unlike him I've never done that sort of thing before. And you have the expertise. I don't want to ask him to take me, because I want it to be a surprise..." He said as he fiddled with his fingers.

"Well it won't be entirely a surprise since he will have the memories, individual memories, from all of us once we merge back together, but I'm sure he would still like it nonetheless." An excited smile bloomed on Fae's face. "So let's go then!" He exclaimed as he bounced back up. Tugging on Arthur's hand. "It's been so long since I've gone on shopping spree!"

"Now wait, we can't go tonight, it's almost early evening by now, I still have four others to find, and Fluer wants everyone to meet in the living room so that we can make proper introductions."

Fae wore a little pout on his face as he heard that, but nonetheless he smiled a little. "Alright, tomorrow then for sure."

They both looked over to the door as they heard a knock on the door. A small tilt on Arthur's head as he called out for the visitor to come in. There was a man dressed in simple brown, again the same blonde hair and blue eyes as Francis, but he...he seemed...so mature.

"Fae what did I tell you about going through people's closets?!"

Fae immediately gave him a sheepish smile and a small chuckle. "I couldn't help it Fermont…"

A sigh was given followed by the pinching the of his nose. A deep breath before Fermont gathered his composure. "Well we need to go get Mr. Green thumb."

"Oh! Fabien is so adorable!" Fae exclaimed with a clap before they paused. "Can you grab Finley for us? And Farrand? He's the one that wears the dreadfully dull grey outfits all the time. I keep trying to get that boy to wear some colors, but he always complains about stand out to much in a crowd." Fae gave a tsk that followed that statement and shook his head.

"Yes I can do that and I know who Farrand is. I met him in the attic where Falkner and him were fighting."

Fermont frowned to hear that the two had been fighting. "Great now I have to go scold Falkner as well." He shook his head as he pulled Fae out of the room with him.

Arthur took a couple minutes to pick up his clothes and set them all neatly back in his closet before he headed to the study where Finley was supposedly at. Sure enough he was there. Papers and files were scattered everywhere. He knew that Francis had brought some work with him to keep up with things, but he never knew he had any intention of actually working at it. The white shirted man paced back and forth with what seemed to be a permanent crease of stress in his brow.

"-You said you would have it taken care of by now!" Arthur blinked a little, taken aback by how serious the shout was into the phone. He hadn't seen Francis this serious in a long time. He was only ever serious during major historical events...sometimes he envied the carefree way that he saw life.

"Um Excuse me Finley?"

The man at the desk startled lightly as he heard his name and after a moment he sighed. "I'll call you back later." The phone was hung up and he sat down with pen in hand to start working on the paperwork that was scattered about the desk. "What?" He didn't even look from his work. Was this really what he looked like? A workaholic? Of course he was, but yeesh, maybe there was truth to Francis's words when he would forcefully drag away from his work for a while regardless of his protests.

"I know that you're working hard for a bit, but dinner going to be ready soon and Fleur wants us all to meet in the living room so that we can make introductions to one another. Could you stop in your work for a half hour or so?"

"No not right now I'll eat later and I don't have time to put with the others nonsense and what not. It's nothing more than an unwanted distraction from what needs getting done." Finley said as he started to look through the piles of scattered papers. "Where is it?..come on. This is the last thing I need right now."

"Well then perhaps you could take a small break now for introductions and then I'll help you with the rest of the work when-"

"Are you deaf? I'm not going to put up with the others. Go out."

A deep frown graced Arthur's features as he heard the way that he was spoken to by Finley, but the icing on the cake was when he was told to get out of his study in his own home nonetheless. Fine. You know what he had tried being nice, but no one could play the stubborn game as well as him, which meant he also knew how to handle is as well. "No." Arthur crossed his arms defiantly over his chest. "Either you take a break and come downstairs or I'm going to pester the living fuck out of you. And I've known Francis long enough to have picked up on some of his tricks."

Finley finally looked up from his work, his eyes wide and Frantic. "You wouldn't dare do such a thing. You're just like me and don't say you aren't. You're just as much a worker as I am becaucse there's always stuff needing to get done. You understand there is no time for playing around or being carefree."

"I've also learned the importance of stopping to maybe sleep and take better care of myself, because taking better care of myself means I'll be able to better to do my work. Come downstairs, give us a half hour, have something to eat and then you can work the rest of the night and all of tomorrow if you so choose, but then tomorrow night you have to promise me you'll get some sleep or else I will lock this room and eat the key."

Finley seemed to consider such things before he let out a sigh of defeat. "How does he put up with you?"

Arthur chuckled as his cynical smile graced his lips for a moment. "You know I've found myself asking that question more times than I care to count, but he sees something in me obviously. Otherwise he would have left me already."

Finley stopped digging through the mound of the paperwork on the desk. "Fine, I'll sleep tomorrow evening and I'll take a break now, but that's it."

Arthur smiled victoriously and with that he shut the light off and walked alongside Finley only after he made him cough up the cell and leave it on the desk as well. He was far too smart for such things. They reached the living room ten minutes later, stopping their idle chit chat as a brilliant smell hit their nose and both their mouths were near watering.

"I see Farran's found the kitchen." Finley said as he as he stepped in and actually smiled a little at the pairs and the loners sitting around. He spotted Farrand as well, that was good he had managed to find his own way down.

"How much longer until dinner is ready?" Arthur called out curiously.

"It's ready now, your plates were just about cold."

Arthur and Finley both blinked as they found someone wearing an orange shirt holding out two plates of curry which they both took eagerly.

Arthur called out to have everyone's attention as he seated himself on one of the couches. "So, is everyone accounted for then?"

Everyone looked around and nodded.

"Alright then what we'll do is go in around, say your name and what part of Francis we'll represent. I have an idea as to how our time will be split up, but I would like to know the names to address all of you as first. Fleur and Fahim, I'm sorry for the assumptions and I made about Francis earlier as a whole, I promise I won't say such things about him any longer. I'll take this opportunity to learn about him."

The apology earned a huff from the two that he had offended followed by an arm crossing, but he hoped in time they would get over.

Arthur pointed out the fashionista with a small smile. "Let's start with you."

Fae smiled widely as he clapped his hands and looked around. "So I'm Fae! I'm his stylish side, I love fashion and clothes, and I can work miracles for just about anyone's wardrobe. So if you're ever in doubt what you're wearing just come ask me, and I make a really great shopping buddy as well."

Arthur smiled before he looked to the next one only to pull a slight face as the next one gave a smile leaned his head on Faust's shoulders. "I'm Fabrice and I'm his lustful side, I love sex and I can either show you a good time or have you show me a good time. Simple as that."

The next one that spoke Arthur hadn't met yet and he found himself wondering just who and what he represented. He wore a silver shirt and he had the signature blue eyes, but they seemed to be completely entrenched with constant worry.

"I'm Faust, but most just call me mother hen, tell me I worry to much over others, constantly hovering over them telling them to be careful, etcetera. I can't help it though I'm a worrier of people's well beings and I hate seeing them in pain...unless they did something stupid that I told them not to do in the first place. Then you'll earn yourself a smack to the back of the head and an I told you so, then I will patch you up."

"I'm Fleur and I'm such a hopeless romantic. I love sappy stories riddled with tragedy. I'm a fan of Shakespeare as well. Simple as that."

The orange shirted one looked up next with a smile from where he was collecting dishes so that he could start washing them and gave a wave. "I'm Farran, not to be confused with Farrand, I adore cooking and I mean..not to sound douchey, but I'm pretty good at it if I do say so myself." He said with a smile as he bounced to the kitchen to get started on the dishes.

"Fahim. I'm clever, witty, smart, I like to read, I like to gain knowledge, wisdom. History and science and religion fascinate me to no ends. I can talk for hours about that sort of stuff, and just about anything else you might be interested in.

"I'm Finley, while you slackers are all sitting around doing nothing I'm making sure that our country isn't going to absolute shit over something like this. Your welcome." A couple of the others rolled their eyes, but for the most part they let it go and moved on.

The next one to be addressed was the one he had seen with Falkner up in the attic, the one with the chill yellow shirt...and once more he couldn't help, but smile. The wide grin on the other's face was to infectious to just ignore.

"Hello everyone!" He said with a wave and a giggle. "It's so nice to meet you all my name is Felicienne! I'm so happy to be here, to meet all of you, especially Falky-"

"Don't me that." Falkner grumbled as he crossed his arms and legs. Giving a huff of annoyance, but Arthur could have sworn he saw a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

"Anyway I'm his happy side, some would call me inner child, but usually I'm just called adorable."

Farrand sighed as he made a small motion with his hand to just be skipped over. He didn't want to speak, but unfortunately Fae and Felicienne both saw it. "It'll be alright dear, Falkner's not gonna bother anymore."

"Yeah, everyone should have a say!" Felicienne cheered with a clap of his hands.

Farrand sighed as he heard that and shrugged. "Farrand. Depression. Enough said." He pointed to the next person to tell them that he was done.

"I'm his maturity." Said the brown shirted one from earlier. "Though right now, I feel like the father to a bunch of fucking eight year olds. Jesus, the whole systems in mayhem could we a least have some sort of tact. My name's Fermont by the way.

"I'm not talking to him." Falkner said, rather childishly, but that was kind of to be expected.

"And last, but not least, I'm Fabien. I know everything there is to know about gardening and could spend all day doing so and I love organization. I find it so relaxing to do sometimes.. It's nice meet you."

Arthur nodded. "It's nice to meet you all as well, very much so. I have an idea to see that you all get your time with me, since some of you seem exceptionally eager to do so. For the next three days, I'll make a schedule and send it to Finley. You will each get an hour with me and if you one of you does not want the time with me then someone else may I have it. The schedule will start at eight after we've all gotten up and eaten breakfast, does that sound fair to everyone?"

All, but one nodded, but again, Falkner didn't seem very keen on spending anytime with him or aknowledging him even so he just let it be. "Alright then, get some sleep everyone." He said through a yawn of his own made a break from his door.

Yeesh these next three days were going to have him exhausted.

(I'm going to take fame out of the equation, but nonetheless I'm sorry I haven't gottent his out sooner. Me and deadlines do not have a good relationship.)