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Dammit.

I sighed in annoyance as my phone flashed its logo and shut off.

Why now, why of all times does it have to die now?

"My phone is dumkopf..."

"What was that?"

"Nothing Arthur. Just petty insults towards technology."

He quickly shot a confused glance my way before stopping the car completely.

"Well, anyway, we're here. Home sweet home, I suppose."

"It has been awhile. Thanks for letting me stay, by the way."

"No problem, love. You still remember where the guest room is, right?"

I nodded and hugged him before heading down the hallway that seemed all too familiar.

Old pictures strung the walls. Most of them group photos between Alfred, Arthur, me and a few other people. Some of them were pictures of when we were children, and others were more recent.

"Oh, reminiscence, sweet and painful at the same time."

I continued, till I reached the door I was looking for. I turned the handle, and stepped in. I took a breath of air and looked around. It was still the same room as it was a couple years back.

I walked around, looking at the pictures scattered on the walls. I smiled slightly as a suddenly remembered a short memory.

Peaking behind the dresser, I saw three bottles. I picked them up and examined them, reading the names.

"Gilbert, Ludwig, and Angel. Ha... Still here huh?"

Suddenly a wave of pain hit me.

*flashback*
"Vhere are you going?"

The European asked me before laughing obnoxiously.

"Uh, none of your bussssssineeeeess. Unless you wanna come with that is."

His red eyes sparkled before he stood triumphantly.

"I, zhe awesome Gilbert, shall go vherever I vant. And I vant to go with you."

His younger brother facepalmed before getting up and stretching a bit.

"I suppose I vill have to go now too, huh."

I walked out the bedroom door, the two brothers following behind. As I passed by the kitchen, which was also smoking, as usual, I called out to Arthur.

"We're going out, we'll be back soon! Don't burn the house down!"

We all left the house, and walked out to my car. Hopping in, I turned the ignition, and waited for Gilbert and Ludwig to buckle up.

"Ready guys?"

"Ja!"

*a few drinks and songs later*

"Oh my, I never knew that!" I laughed.

Gilbert tried to keep a straight face while staring at Ludwig as he rambled on about a time where he was having sexual fantasies in the middle of class.

Suddenly he couldn't handle it and bursted out laughing.

"Oh bruder, vho knew you vere such an animal!"

We all laughed and drank, enjoying the time we spent together.

"Alright guys, I think its time we head home."

They both agreed, and Gilbert got up, accidently knocking his alcohol onto his shirt.

"Oh crap. I vill change vhen ve get home."

We left the bar and drove home, singing several songs while Ludwig slept soundly in the back seat.

Once we arrived home, I unlocked the front door. A wave of smoke hit me, and I waved my hand, expelling it.

"Arthur are you okay?!"

"I'm just fine, but the stove isn't!"

Gilbert and I looked at each other, before rushing in. We slammed open the kitchen door to see the stove on fire. I yelled at Arthur.

"Get away from there, come over here! What happened?!"

"Well, I tried making din-"

A sudden yell interrupted him. Gilbert was by the stove, his shirt caught on fire.

"Dammit!"

I ran over to him, shutting off the stove and grabbing the fire extinguisher. I sprayed his chest and the stove and watched as the fire went out.

"Gilbert, Gilbert answer me dammit! Arthur, call the ambulance!"

Arthur nodded and went off, picking up the phone.

"Come on buddy, please be okay..."

Moments later the ambulance arrived, and so did the police. They interrogated me and took away Gilbert, to the hospital.

The police immediately knew we were underage drinking and took me and Ludwig, whom they had found asleep in the car.

Once we got to the station I told them that I had forced Ludwig and Gilbert into drinking with me, and that it was all my fault. The fell for it, and believed me, putting me away, and letting Ludwig go.

Days later, I found out that Gilbert had major wounds and was in ICU from Ludwig. I hated myself for what happened, I truly believed it was my fault. If only we hadn't gone out drinking...

Months passed, and eventually I was let go. I returned back to Arthur's home only to find my boyfriend at the time, Alfred, waiting for me. I had went to hug him, before he stopped me. He then proceeded to break up me, and that I couldn't come back to the house anymore. That's also when I met Mya, my best friend and roommate.

*end flashback*

I sat down on the bed, a few stray tears running down my face. I hated that day, it tore apart my previous life. At least now things are a bit better.

I kicked off my shoes, and went to lay down, before I noticed a set of bright green eyes staring at me, as if they were examining my soul. I shook my head. I must be hallucinating because of all the alcohol in my system.

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-Ohhhhhh a long chapter