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Antonio was looking curiously down at his phone, baffled by Alfred's strange message. He was about to reply with a question mark when Lovino slammed the door open, surprising him.

"I'll give you three seconds to explain to me what the fuck this is!" Lovino threw his phone at Antonio, who barely caught it. He skimmed what was on Lovino's screen.

Book project group

Arthur Jerkland: DON'T GO ANYWHERE NEAR THOSE THREE ARSEHOLES

Lukas Bondedick: what… why?

Arthur Jerkland: [image attachments]

Arthur Jerkland: did any of you know about this?

Lukas Bondedick: no wtf is that? Table of contents?

Arthur Jerkland: ...Look at the authors and description…

Lukas Bondedick: I'll see you both in prison.

I bet I'll beat you there: Me

Antonio was looking curiously down at his phone, baffled by Alfred's strange message. He was about to reply with a question mark when Lovino slammed the door open, surprising him.

"I'll give you three seconds to explain to me what the fuck this is!" Lovino threw his phone at Antonio, who barely caught it. He skimmed what was on Lovino's screen.

His eyes went wide when he saw the pictures that Arthur sent, blurry and shaky, as if he was in a rush and extremely upset when he took them.

Which was he probably was. Antonio could definitely see how this could all be taken the wrong way. Exploiting one's personal life for a school project wasn't always the best of things to do if you wanted to be a decent person in the world.

"Lovino…" Antonio was weakly smiling, "Don't be upset… I can explain this."

Lovino stood eerily still, "I'm waiting."

Antonio fidgeted under the harsh stare, how was he supposed to get out of this one? Well, the truth was obviously the best way to go, there was no point in lying. But how would he be able to put this delicately enough to not have Lovino either requesting a room change or killing him with a pillow case?

He moved to take the shorter boys hands, but Lovino pulled away. Sighing, Antonio shook his head, "It was just for the project Lovino."

"Oh," Lovino sneered, "So were your feelings all 'for the project' too?"

Eyes bugging out, Antonio forcibly grabbed his hands, "No! Of course not, why would you think that?"

"It's hard not to," Lovino twisted in the binding grip, but was left unable to escape. He hissed instead, "You only did all of that stuff for a stupid book!"

"How could you even think that Lovi!" Antonio's usually calm and happy face turned darker, "After all of this… we've been friends for years, do you honestly think that I would throw all of your trust away for a school project?"

Lovino shrunk at this, eyes averting to the side, "No… but… how can I believe you?"

Antonio wanted to scream. He was called dense. He was called an idiot. He was called loudly oblivious. But Lovino wasn't much better himself. How could any of his feelings be fake? He wasn't that good of an actor, despite what Feliks and Eliza say, and he wouldn't be able to keep a rouse up for this long.

"You know I can't lie that well Lovi," Antonio bumped his forehead to Lovino's, "I care about you so much, and I'm sorry that all of this hurt you. I never meant for you to think that we did this all because we needed to complete a project."

Lovino just looked down, a frown still playing at his lips.

"Lovi, please. Believe me, trust me," Antonio smiled, bringing a hand up to tilt Lovino's chin, "Doing all those things with Alfred and Matthias… they just gave me the confidence I needed to make a big fool out of myself in order to tell you how I felt."

"You could've just said something…" Lovino hated the way his mouth was twitching into a smile, "You could've just asked."

Antonio laughed, "I guess I should have…"

"Mm," Lovino finally looked up, "You could have been doing this a lot longer."

Lovino punctuated the end of his sentence with a small kiss. Chasted at best, just a small press that lingered for a second before disappearing.

"We better make up for lost time then," Antonio rubbed his nose on his companion's.

Lovino smiled, feeling warmer inside than he had in awhile.

Matthias had trapped Lukas in his own room, the place looked like a mess and Lukas' had been trying to pick up the tossed items before Matthias had forced himself into Lukas' room. Lukas didn't want to see him, obviously, and Matthias had run over right after Antonio texted them about what Arthur had sent, "Lukas please. Stop running!"

"I understand why Arthur is so upset! I'm so upset!" Matthias had never seen Lukas look so livid. So hurt. Using so many words with so much emotion… Okay not the right time for a 'lukas is totally an emotionless rock' joke, "you all used us!"

"Lukas!" Matthias tried to take hold of his hand but the shorter blond jerked away from the touch. Lukas was barely holding in tears, which was something Matthias never wanted to see. Especially if he was the reason. His chest clenched a bit, the feeling was foreign and uncomfortable and he just wanted it to go away!

Lukas pointedly shut his eyes, tilting his head down he let out a low growl, "Don't touch me. Ever again."

Matthias was at a loss. That was out of the question, extremely and definitely out. He would rather take a long walk off a short pier than never be able to give Lukas one of those breath taking kisses that he'd just gotten accustomed to. He would rather die than not be able to hold hands ever again, to hug ever again, to not be in Lukas' general area ever again... "Lukas. Listen to me, please."

Maybe it was the desperation in Matthias tone. Or maybe it was the tiny bit of hope left in his heart, but Lukas lifted his head, and allowed the other to speak to him with open ears.

"We never meant to hurt you guys." Matthias started.

Lukas immediately glared, "yea right."

"Please! Let me finish." Matthias pinned Lukas arm to the wall, leaning in to let the other know he was serious, "We really didn't."

Matthias took a breath and loosed his grip, "I was stuck. We all were."

"Stuck?"

Matthias let out a small, pitiful laugh, "Yea, I guess. To me I was stuck. That's how I felt, and I needed help. Antonio and Alfred were in similar situations."

"Yea you guys needed help coming up with a topic for your damn English assignment." The bite was the only thing prominent in his voice.

Matthias wanted to scream. After everything that has happen how could Lukas still think that this was a trick? "Lukas. I needed help. I didn't know how I was supposed to make the most beautiful person in the world look at me when he didn't even give me the time of day."

Matthias voice was starting to waver and he was scared that he was going to start sobbing, It wouldn't be shocking. He was pathetic. He was happy for his short period of bliss, but the higher beings had come back to claim the happiness, "you were so far out if my reach. You still are and I don't know what part of this craziness went right but whenever I saw you looking absolutely adorable it took everything not to scream."

"Matthias-"

"You mean more than the world to me, please," Matthias tilted Lukas head up, "You say this a lot so I know it must be true. I'm stupid. I'm stupid for going along with all those plans. I'm stupid for not realizing how hurt you would be. I'm stupid for thinking that I could ever make someone so amazing like you actually care for me too. I'm-"

Lukas cut him off with a weak kiss that was so fast Matthias thought his brain made it up. Matthias was still slack jawed, letting out only an unintelligent, "what?"

Lukas just rolled his eyes a bit, but Matthias heaved a sigh, resting his head down on Lukas shoulder. Lukas felt tear of relief wet his shirt as he dared to wrap his arms around the rather heavy torso. The stood there for a moment, the moonshine as the only source of light. Lukas allowed a silent sob of his own out when his heart started to pound and become unbearable.

Why was he crying now? Relief? The warm, gushy feeling of being cared about wholeheartedly? Matthias really did care about him. He was certain as he could be. And he was never really sure about most things. But Matthias… he could trust… had to trust. Couldn't stop himself from trusting.

Lukas' had a feeling that if Matthias told him aliens were coming to destroy all of the things colored pink in the world that he would believe it. He of course didn't want to feel this way… giving all of your trust to one person? How do you do that without feeling insecure? Yet for all of the years that Lukas' has known Matthias, he guessed that it just… happened. Trust that takes years to build can be broken within seconds, but Lukas trusted him not to take a sledgehammer to his metaphorical wall of trust. It was a wall that created a box. And in that box were three people. Lukas, his brother… and Matthias. The boy who spent years climbing it as Lukas' worked fervently but fruitlessly to make it higher.

Okay now that metaphor was getting out of hand. Point is that he trusted Matthias unconditionally, and was looking for something to doubt. But this… he supposed that this was a stupid thing to wreak all of that over. Matthias never lied about his feelings, he was just stupid with the way he presented them. Handled them.

But Matthias was never want to think things through before he acted. That was one of the things that Lukas' loved. He wasn't like that.

Feeling the body under him start to shake, Matthias shot upright, "Hey. Hey, What's wrong?"

"I,"Lukas sniffled, attempting to wipe the tears away frantically. Matthias just smiled and wrapped his arms around Lukas' shoulders, bringing the boy close to his chest, "I'm stupid too."

"What?" Matthias didn't know how the most intelligent person he knew could possibly think he was anything less that perfect, "why?"

Lukas started to cry a little harder, failing miserably to keep himself in his usual composed and collected posture. Matthias pressed his lips to the blond's forehead, smiling while waiting for him to answer, "Because. I actually fell for someone as dumb as you."

"I love you," Matthias whispered, his vision still blurry.

"I know." Lukas sniffled, "I love you too. Have for awhile."

Arthur Kirkland had been missing for four days now. His room hastily packed and all of his belongings either gone or thrown in a random area around the small room. Lukas, after him and Matthias had calmed down, tidied it up after taking before pictures of the room just incase the police had to get involved.

Of course they had asked Arthur's family, whom just offered a sympathetic smile and said that Arthur had pleaded them to not say anything to any visitors. They only told him that Arthur wasn't home for long. Even small little Peter, whose eyes shone with hurt and curiosity. He probably didn't understand the gratification of his brothers anger, only comprehending it in simple terms. Arthur was sad, and Alfred was the one to make him sad.

But if Arthur's family wasn't worried that he ran off and was possibly dead somewhere, then there was no need for them to call the cops. But Lukas, being ever so careful, took the pictures anyways. Just in case.

In the short time that it took Alfred to realize why Arthur hadn't kept his word, fleeing instead of staying put, he organized a full on search team. Arthur had seemed to have just returned to his room and tore it apart moments before Lukas' came back from his third or fourth date with Matthias. It was when Lukas was cleaning up the messy room, extremely concerned and wondering if he should wait for Arthur to return before calling the dorm advisor to report a robbery, that he got the text. And Matthias, who was half way across campus, with the biggest smile on his face, got Alfred's text and hasty explanation. He spun on his heel and went straight to Lukas' room, hoping to catch both of them if he was lucky. Somewhere in all of that, Antonio and Lovino had gotten the same texts at approximately the same time, before having their squabble.

And that was the time line so far. No one had seen Arthur leave, and no one knew where he could have possibly went.

Four days ago. Four days of searching and relentless feelings of guilt and worrying. All of their friends had pitched in, none of them liking the fact that Arthur's location was unknown any less than Alfred. Arthur was their friend too, and okay… maybe Alfred cared just a smidge more, but still. They cared about his well being.

Not to mention they hated seeing Alfred upset. If he was a mess, then they could only imagine how much worse Arthur was. They had always been routing for their friends happiness with each other. They belonged together, and everyone around them watched as they grew and started to realize what they had seen since the beginning. It couldn't just end like that. They refused to believe it.

Francis had been working with Eduard on unlocking Arthur's computer that had been left carelessly in the student council room, placing a reassuring hand on Alfred's shoulder, "We'll find him. Don't frown so much, it'll give you wrinkles, then what would he think?"

And despite all the moping that Alfred did, he seemed to always be actively doing something to try to find Arthur. Between classes he'd talk to teachers, trying to see if they had any news. Or he'd be getting status reports from all of his friends. But he was constantly moving.

After he passed out in a plate of spaghetti that Feliciano so graciously cooked for him, Matthias dragged him up to their room to sit. Have a talk. Maybe stop him from running himself into the ground and digging himself an early grave with all the worrying.

"Dude," Matthias started once he closed the door, "You need to chill for a bit."

Alfred just sat on the edge of the bed, putting his head between his hands, "I can't Matthias… I just can't!"

"None of this is going to be good in the long run," Matthias stood next to him, peering down with worry.

Alfred snapped his head up, his eyes narrow but not with anger. His lips were curled in a cruel, wobbly, and unusual smile, "You don't understand Matthias. What would you be doing if Lukas was the one to run off? Oh god! He must think that I used him or something, based on what Lovino and Lukas said. He'll never trust me again!"

"I… I don't know what I'd do…" Which was the honest truth. Matthias counted his lucky stars every day now that he had caught Lukas before he decided to follow in Arthur's foot steps. He sat on the edge of the bed next to his friend, who was all but sobbing now.

Alfred said in a tired voice, "Exactly… Matthias… I don't know what to do."

Matthias, that night as he and Lukas' settled in for a movie, wrapped his boyfriend up in a hug and wouldn't let go until the credits. Lukas didn't have to ask why, he could tell from the light kisses and the glint in Matthias' eyes what it meant. Thanks for staying.

Day six into their entire endeavor, Alfred had been fifth wheeling with the two newly made couples. Everyone was trying to act normal around Alfred now, not wanting to bring up Arthur again.

He was off campus and no where within a fifty mile radius. They were almost positive. And by that time their friends have stopped actively searching on foot, instead trying to reach Arthur through any means of contact.

They were all watching a movie, eating takeout chinese, when there was a sharp knock on the door.

When no one moved, Lukas had a strong sense of deja vu, standing up and waving his hand, "No. Let me get it, it's only your dorm."

Matthias' only reply was a "Thanks sweetie!" before his attention was drawn back to the screen.

When the door opened, Lukas was seriously starting to believe that this had happened before as Francis marched past him without so much as a greeting. Panting the frenchman tried to compose himself the best he could before smiling, "We found him."

"What?" Alfred shot up, grabbing onto Francis' shoulders with a rushed look, "Where is he?"

Francis shrugged the grip off, "First of all, don't touch. This is an expensive sweater and I don't want chinese food stains on it. Secondly, according to his online planner… at the airport."

"What?" Alfred deadpanned before breaking out into a borderline hysterical bout of laughter, "You've got to be kidding me? The air port? C'mon Francy pants. I know that all of this seems a bit nineties rom com but seriously, where is he?"

Francis scoffed, "I'm being serious. He has a flight out to London then a bus to Cambridge lined up. He has a meeting with the dean of Cambridge University a few days from now."

"You've gotta be shitting me," Lovino laughed, placing his take out container down a little harder than needed, "What are our lives?"

"I know, they're starting to sound like a teenage girl's cheesy fanfiction," Lukas rolled his eyes before tossing on a jacket.

Matthias sputtered as a coat covered his face too, "What are you doing Lukas?"

"Obviously we're all going to the airport right now," Lukas rolled his eyes, "Someone needs to distract the security guards while Alfred jumps the terminal and for some reason doesn't get shot."

Lovino stood up to get his jacket too, "You'd think that they would promote better airport security in movies nowadays."

"Wait," Alfred made them pause, "You guys don't have to do this…"

Lukas rolled his eyes, "As if we had a choice."

And less than ten minutes later Francis was wishing them all good luck as they drove off to the Airport.

They had made it as far as airport security before they were promptly told to leave or be escorted out. Matthias let out a humorless laugh, "Guess it's not as easy as it looks."

"Yeah… I'm going to go get a pretzel," Antonio stood up with a sigh, "Anyone want anyth-"

His sentence stopped abruptly and Lovino hit his hand, "Why did you-"

He followed Antonio's line of sight and saw it.

Arthur, carefully trying to balance a pretzel and book in one hand while he attempted to pull his suitcase with the other. Thank god for terrible airline food.

"Alfred!" Antonio shouted louder than necessary, gaining a few looks.

As Alfred looked up to see what had Antonio freaking out, he met Arthur's curious gaze as he looked for the source of the loud voice. And that's when Arthur started running as fast as he could with a suitcase and book. Fuck he dropped the pretzel.

But as fast of a sprinter as Arthur was, he couldn't get that far. The baggage check line was still long as fuck since it was still an airport, and he couldn't go much farther than that without having to backtrack first.

So instead of running into the line of people, he abruptly stopped and turned on his heel, "What are you doing here?"

Alfred honestly expected the hostility, but it still made him flinch, "Why did you leave?"

"That's a rather stupid question," Arthur scoffed, crossing his arms to look as intimidating as possible, "The answer should be obvious. You're really funny Alfred, but I never expected this kind of sick humor."

"Everything we did, we put every ounce of our hearts into," Alfred stood sternly, holding onto Arthur's wrist now when he turned to run again, "It wasn't a joke! Arthur, get it through your head, I actually care about you! Stop running away from it!"

"Let me go!" Arthur said in a low growl, trying not to attract that much attention.

"Arthur please! Listen to me!" Alfred gripped tightly, "What do I have to do for you to believe me?"

"Not lying in the first place would have been a good starting point," Arthur didn't turn around this time, his bangs dripping into his face, "But since you can't travel through time I believe you're all out of luck."

"I'm not sorry for what we did," Alfred felt Arthur tense, "because even if the actions were planned all of my feelings were extremely real."

Arthur bit his lip, tugging at it with his teeth, "Alfred... I..."

"Listen, you don't have to believe me," Arthur's hand hit his thigh as it was released, "But I'm telling you now Arthur. Ive cared about you since we were little kids. It just took me awhile to realize it. I don't want to see you get hurt, ever. And if staying here with me will… hurt you… then I won't force you to stay. But I just have to know, would this ever have worked? Did you honestly love me too?"

Instead of replying Arthur just shoved the book he was holding at him. Upon closer examination, Alfred recognized it as a diary of some sorts. Flipping through it, his vision blurred.

The neat cursive stood out against the white page.

September 23

He was brilliant. I never knew that a voice could hold that much power over me, and as mortifying as it was being called a woman, I think I could get used to hearing him sing.

A couple of pages later

November 3

I think I'm starting to believe that Soulmates exist. Maybe Elizabeta isn't as crazy as I originally thought….

November 17

I never knew shopping could be that fun. He somehow manages to make everything fun. Dear Diary I think I've bitten off more than I can chew.

November 18

Never mind.

November 19

How is it that I can never stay mad at him? He somehow seems to always know what to say and I'm not sure that I can handle it. My heart starts to go crazy at the simple thought of him now and I can't stop it. I must be coming down with a cold.

December 5

I seem to mess up a lot. I'm happy that he doesn't seem to care. He's still as kind and considerate, even when I'm acting like a toddler who doesn't know the difference between love and being scared. Though, I suppose that those two things go hand in hand. But since when did I use the word love in regard to anything other than a good book? Maybe it's time to start believing…

December 19

Would Prince Charming conquer his greatest fear for Cinderella?

December 27

Peter seems to love him. And I love seeing him happy… Seeing both of them happy. I wish that I were better with kids, maybe then Peter would look at me with the same adoration. And then maybe I wouldn't be as scared of the thought of having to take care of a baby, if that time ever comes. But I can definitely trust him to know what to do, or at least pretend to know what to do as a comfort. God, where are my thoughts now a days?

March 13

Can you run away from a broken heart?

As Alfred's eyes widened, he heard Arthur let out a choke, "That was our book project. A diary. Those are the more personal thoughts that I didn't add."

Alfred remembered Lukas saying something about it being about 'the mundane life of a teenager'. He thumbed parts of the pages, they were all personal thoughts about him. Tracking Arthur's emotions as he came to terms with something Alfred had known all along.

"Arthur," Alfred's hands shook a bit, "I don't like the ending."

Arthur's face twisted into something a bit more sour, "Neither do I… but that's the way it goes. Some stories don't have happy endings."

"But ours does," Alfred took a step forward, placing a hand softly on Arthurs, "I know you don't believe that it was real, but we can change that. I can change that. Arthur, please don't leave."

"What happened to not forcing me to stay?" Arthur's eyes focused on the floor.

Alfred squeezed at the hand in his, "I'm not forcing you, I'm begging you because I don't think I'd be able to live like that."

"I got accepted early into Cambridge University, I was going to tell you the day you came into the office," Arthur answered, as if they were having a casual conversation over tea.

"I know." Alfred tugged at him a little more.

"I'm going to go to Cambridge."

"I know." Arthur allowed himself to be pulled into a small embrace.

"We will be miles and miles apart." it was barely a whisper.

"I know," Alfred kissed the top of his head, "And we will stay together through all of that. Because it's simple."

"Mm," Arthur hummed again, "How is it simple?"

"Cause'" Alfred smiled, "I love you, and you love me. That's about as simple as you can get."

"But what about-"

"But nothing. Nothing will change how I feel, and I pray to God that the same goes for you," Alfred placed a small kiss to his lips, "We'll work it out. Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

Whoever made up the statistic that most long distance relationships dont work has never truly been in love. Or maybe that they didn't really believe nor trust the person they were with. Maybe they were just bitter. Alfred and Arthur talked every day, falling more into love with each moment. As if they're hearts didn't register that there was an entire ocean separating them.

Antonio sighed into Lovino's hair, almost asleep by the end of the book. They had to proofread everything before handing it in and wow. Who would've guessed that they waited until last minute to re-read and fix this monster of a tale.

Lukas was already peacefully snoring with Matthias on the beanbags on the floor by the time Arthur had read the last line. He was home for graduation and Alfred couldn't be more thrilled. Goal met. Each of their Tsundere's hearts were safely tucked in their hands for safekeeping. And they were not going to mess it up. Truth be told, they had them a long time ago, but they had been too oblivious to notice.

"I still don't like that you used our names," Arthur turned his head slightly, looking up at Alfred from his position in his lap, "Now our teacher is going to think that were over dramatic idiots."

Alfred shook his head, "Let her think what she wants to. I've got only one opinion to worry about."

Arthur smiled, leaning back and closing his eyes, "I still think you're an idiot too."

"Hey!"

"So do you like it?" Japan looked around the small conference room. He put down the book that he finally finished reading aloud after about six hours. Hungary and France were positioned on either side of him, the same anxious looks on their faces.

England was the first to clear his throat, "You three… wrote this?"

"Yes we did." Japan nodded.

"I surprised," England knocked on the hard, glossy cover, "I would have expected a few more rather… graphic, moments, knowing France."

"Why did you write a book?" Norway raised an eyebrow, "And why show it to all of us of all people?"

"Yes this is a very weird group per se," England agreed. He was seated between America and Romano. The latter did not look very amused.

"Well I liked it! Good job," Spain chirped happily.

America and Denmark nodded along. America flipped through the pages while Denmark offered his best smile, "It was cute!"

"It doesn't… remind you of anything?" Japan tried to push. Clearly they were not getting it.

England tilted his head, "No, was it supposed to?"

"The characters don't resemble anyone you know?" Hungary let out a sigh. This was going to be harder than she thought.

"Oh, Francis kinda reminds me of you France. He was all pervy and stuff," America beamed. Well they got something at least. France tried not to be too offended. Francis did help them out a bunch, but did that get recognition? No.

France looked annoyed, eyes narrowing, "Anyone else?"

Spain gasped and snapped his fingers, "Tino and Berwald are like Sweden and Finland!"

Almost there. Hungary looked towards England and Norway, hoping they could at least make it click. "Anyone else?"

"You're Elizabeta and Japan is Kiku," England sighed, "And based on the characters personalities Feliks and Toris are Poland and Lithuania."

"Russia is Ivan and China is Yao!" Denmark laughed before going quickly silent. He shuttered, "Bad mental image."

"Oh My God. Prussia is banging my brother," America's eyes went wide, "Is that why they don't care if they share a room when they come over? I'm going to have to burn that bed now…"

"Guys, but c'mon. That Germany-Italy action was so accurate." They all nodded at Spain's comment besides Romano who scowled.

"What about the couple's?" Hungary pushed, she had faith that they wouldn't be that dense. Why? She was starting to question it herself.

Denmark curiously tilted his head, "Huh? Which ones?"

"Oh you know," France smiled, "the main ones… and the others too I guess."

"I liked Tino and Berwald!" Denmark said chipperly.

"Which tsundere couple was your favorite?" Hungary clenched her fists to her heart, holding in a groan of exasperation as best as she could, "England…?"

The blonde turned his head, "Mm. I think my favorite was Matthias and Lukas. Matthias was really sweet to him and Lukas' attitude was really cute."

"Oh… really?" Japan narrowed his eyes. He wasn't expecting that. Well, to be honest he wasn't expecting any of them to be this… stupid? They basically spelled it all out. The only thing that was super different would be… NOTHING. they had the same appearances, or as close to them as the three authors could create, and the same mannerisms. They weren't even negative mannerisms most of the time, oh hell they could have added in a bunch of other annoying things that they all did, but nah they wanted a happy story that people would get annoyed with.

"Anyone else?" Kiku was close to giving up.

"Nope!" America laughed, "But Dude! If you guys are gonna write a story with everyone else in it, then at least include us too!"

Hungary, France, and Kiku let out matching groans, putting their heads down. They gave up. Officially.

Tsundere [tsɯndeɾe]: a person who is initially cold and eventually develops a soft side to their dismay.

Obviously positive idiot [ə-ˈbli-vē-əs-leeˈpäzədiv ˈidēət]: someone who is not aware of their surroundings or the situation but always has a good and cheerful outlook.

How to Win a Tsundere's Heart: You don't. If they choose you, then be grateful and show them how much you care too by never letting them go a day without knowing. They have fragile feelings and doubt easily, but it's worth it. Proceed with caution.

WARNING REALLY LONG AUTHOR THANK YOU NOTE! PLS READ!

And... thats it! Im actually really sad right now... this was so much fun to write and watch you guys respond too.

I want to thank every single one of you! You all gave me the confidence to keep writing and thanks to you guys I wrote over 300 pages of something. I never thought that I would be able to complete a story of this size but every time I thought of you all I just… I love you guys and I hope that you aren't too mad at me for the ending. I made it so that you can just forget it existed if you wanted lol. I actually had that ending typed out since last year towards the beginning of this story and I was debating so hard whether or not I should just troll everything for the longest time but I did say to myself I'd try to fit in as many AUs so like. Does that count?

Anyways. Point is I'm so happy that you guys liked it and you guys are literally the best people on earth.

Regarding future writing from me if you guys care… if not you can just skip this

I'm working on a long USUK one shot that was requested a while ago from: Anonymous_Wolf on AO3 I would have finished if sooner but my outline for it was like really long and I just haven't gotten around to working on it. It's like 3 pages only so far out of like… a hopeful 50? But it's (hopefully) super interesting I think.

Here's the summary: Closet Geek Arthur Kirkland was sent to a boarding school three years ago by his brothers shortly after losing his memories to a car accident. The young viola player and Otaku club member finds himself struggling to keep his two passions a secret after deciding that he didn't want to look like a major dork in front of the new transfer student. With the help of the ever so devious Kiku, Arthur's senior year turns into a whole new adventure of self discovery. And maybe, just maybe he'll figure out where that little tune that's been trapped in his mind comes from. USUK; hints of others

I'm not sure when it'll be out because I also have to work on something for my friend.

My lovely friend Vanessa Lace is forcing me to switch everything up and write about a different series. Idk if you guys care but imma alert you guys anyways just incase you guys can tell me if it's worth it or if I should just make her choose something else. But, anyways, Vanessa, my best friend for a long time, has just turned 16 yay! And yes, Nessa, as a gift I'm going to try to write you your thing for your sweet sixteen.

Lovely Nessa has requested that I write a Voltron fan fiction. So guess who's binge watching some Netflix (?) series over the summer! Is it worth it? I read the summary and it's like… a kids show??? Her exact words were "FOR MY BIRTHDAY. VOLTRON. MULTICHAP MAKE IT HAPPEN I WANNA GOOD LONG ASS STORY K? AND LIKE KLANCE, SHALLURA AND DHSICOJA IDFK JUST DO IT DONT LET UR DREAMS HE BE DREAKS" I don't know what half of those words mean but Nessa I'll try my best. I looked at some fanart and it looks cute, but idk man. This will go either really well or terribly bad.

Anyways, that's basically my way of saying yeah I'm still gonna write crappy fanfiction so you're welcome to come join me lol.

Anyways! If you guys ever have any questions you can hmu on my Tumblr: Penguinsockswrites or my email: mandyoakheartspkmn at gmail (Ik Ik don't judge me about it okay? I was obsessed with Pokémon) and I'd actually love to talk to any of you! If you ever have a request I can write something just message and I'll try to work something out! I love you guys so much and thanks for helping me on this wild journey. We did it!