"You know, there's something uncomfortable about being here." Feliciano thought out loud while in the living room. He lay spread out on one of the three sofas around the coffee table. The book in his hands dropped onto his chest. His eyes scanned the room, curious about the environment. A lamp or two lighting the room. A bookshelf with classics in all different languages sit behind the sofa he lay in. A TV droned quietly above the fireplace. The wood walls seemingly creaked with the nightly breeze. The couch opposite to him had a nice floral pattern until the other two that were solid brown and red. Though it stood out.

"What are you on about?" Lovino merely rolled his eyes at his brother, continuing to flip through channels on the TV.

"Don't you think there's something about this house that's odd?"

"Of course, but I'm sure Alfred doesn't want us to look into it." He visibly shivered at whatever idea came to him. "And he is someone I really wouldn't want to piss off."

"Can't help the curiosity though."

"I can. I'd rather ignore the feeling and live."

"That's fair." Feliciano looked at the TV, silence overcoming the two for a long moment. Lovino had finally landed on a show about some random cops. "I wonder about Alfred and Toris."

"What do you mean?"

"They seem awfully close."

"Toris used to live with him, you know." Ivan caught their attention. He leaned over the railing to the stairs. "In this very house too."

"Really?"

"Mhm." Ivan hummed with a smile. "Treated Toris nicely too. You could say that Toris was almost like a housewife. Not surprising given his dutiful nature."

"Toris is quite strong and adding it with that-doesn't that make Toris more like a knight?" Lovino proposed.

"I suppose that's one way to look at it." Ivan sagged on the railing. "Either way, I'm quite envious of what they have; whatever it could be."

"There's so much about Alfred that we don't know."

"He's quite the oddball."

"I'm curious to know more."

"Hey, you know what they say about the cat!" Lovino argued. "Curiosity stole it and slammed against the wall!"

"Lovi, that's so sad why would say that?!"

Morning struck the house and few of the nations were up and about. Toris was doing a small bit of cleaning, sweeping the wood floors of the hall in the second floor. It's not that he really had to, just that he wanted to. Better than being bored. Alfred had disappeared in the morning and only one or two of the other nations were really awake. He didn't really count how many. The majority were still asleep though.

Finishing his work, he put the broom in the usual closet and headed back downstairs to take a small break, and to see how the nations that were awake were fairing. He found Alfred and Ivan in a chess match. The two looked intensely at the coffee table. Alfred on the floral couch and Ivan on the brown one. Unsurprisingly, they sat at a stale mate at the moment. Equal amount of pieces taken and left standing. Ludwig and Arthur seemed fairly invested in the game, watching from the third couch. All was quiet as it should be.

Then a loud slam sounded from upstairs. Alfred and Toris shared a glance while others looked at the ceiling with confusion. Without a word, Alfred stood and rushed to and up the stairs. Another loud bang, a slam of a door, and some yelling ensued not long after. Eventually, Alfred was coming back downstairs with a face full of anger. He turned back around, holding onto the railing.

"Do that again and you're sleeping outside!" He yelled at whoever might have royally pissed him off. He looked down at those in the living room. "Same goes for all of you. If you try anything against my rules, you're sleeping outside." With a frustrated groan, he went down the stairs and stormed out the back door. A loud metal 'clank' echoed through the house at the screen door being slammed shut.

Toris sighed, mumbling about Alfred's temper and followed the trail Alfred left through. He saw the blond pacing back and forth on the porch, the anger now replaced with frustration and a strained form of despair.

"What happened?" Toris asked patiently.

"Arthur's a fucking idiot, that's what happened." Alfred groaned again, sounding more like a growl more than anything. "He thought I wouldn't notice him trying to get into the attic."

"Well, you can't really blame him, he's just curious."

"That's exactly what I don't want them to be. I don't snoop around in all their stuff when I'm over at their houses-granted I do it sometimes-but suddenly because it's me they can't respect my privacy."

"Yeah, they really don't know much about manners." Toris mumbled in agreement.

"Exactly." He stopped his pacing and grasped Toris's shoulders, squeezing as if he were a delicate stress ball (partially true). "You know what's up there, if they were to see that, it'd be hell. Is there anything you can do to convince them to stay away from the attic and basement?"

"Well, you yelled pretty loud and it was honestly kind of scary, so I think that will work for now."

"But that's a temporary thing. You've known them for way longer than I do, what usually works?"

"Not much, really. Scare tactics tend to work best."

"They are just...the absolute worst." He groaned again.

Toris chuckled, "I know and you just have to get used to it."

"I thought I would be by now."

"It takes centuries to master the art."

"How many more do I need?"

"Another five or so."

"At this rate, probably ten."

"Or maybe never."

"Perhaps." Alfred sighed in defeat. "I can't believe it's only the second day."

"It not as bad as you thought it was going to be."

"You're right, it's worse."

"Quit overly exaggerating."

"Can't help it."

"Thanks to that I have to explain to everyone why you got so angry."

"I'll do it if you want."

"Please do, it's tiring explaining these things."

"Everything's tiring." Alfred shrugged. "We just have to live with it." He let go of Toris, his arms falling to his sides as he started to head back in.

"Wait," Toris stopped him in his tracks. "are you actually going to make them sleep outside if they try something again?"

"Of course." Alfred turned his head to look at him. "It's either that or I lock them in the basement." A shiver crawled up Toris's spine at the intense look in the blond's eye. "And I really wouldn't want to do that, I don't have the time."

"I see." Toris managed to whisper. A lump in his throat arising.

"Don't worry, you won't being going in there, you've suffered enough."

"I can't help but worry for the others, though."

"Don't. They don't deserve it." With that, Alfred went back in. Toris swallowed hard with a shaky sigh. Damn Arthur for trying to get into the attic. If he didn't neither of the other nations would be walking on a tightrope. He had to warn them at one point. The question was when. It had to be soon or it might just be too late.

Those idiots really do underestimate Alfred. Either that or they forget what country he is. That man is calculated when he wants to be. Intense when he wants something. He isn't hesitant to do the worst if he deems it necessary. Unfortunately, he has. Toris could only hope that things didn't get any worse for now while he finds a way to warn the nations.

My god, it's only day two. He sighed again in defeat at the thought.