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F.A.C.E x Reader: Kirkland Family Reunion Pt 1

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Published: Nov 30, 2013

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If you have yet read the first 3 F.A.C.E series please do before reading this fic. Thank you

You ran as fast as you could through the halls of the abandoned building. You heard footsteps getting louder. The coldness of the air was getting to you as you looked for a way out. You spotted a door as you ran for it but something or rather someone blocked your way.

“Hello, Poppet.” You saw the strawberry haired Britain with his bright blue eyes swirled with pink. He looked so much taller then you remembered. You started backing up when you heard the laughter of the redish brown haired American as he was holding his nail filled bat over his shoulder. You smelt the scent of cigarette smoke as you turned to see the sloppy Frenchman standing with the hockey stick wielding Canadian. They all looked taller then you remembered.

“Nowhere to go now.” Matt told you as the four started walking towards you closing the gaps for you to run. The laughter sunk in as the four men were closing in on you as your screams mixed in with them.

You gasped as you shot up in bed in a cold sweat. A nightmare. The same one you’ve had since a few weeks ago when you went against a lady that tried to make you go crazy for her own fun. You put your hand to your head as you breathed in and out to relax yourself. Even if you knew it was a nightmare you never know it when you’re in the nightmare itself. You looked at the end on your bed seeing your small mochi looking at you with her (e/c) eyes filled with concern as she knew you had the nightmare again. You gave her a soft smile showing her you were alright as she squealed with delight.

“Come on.” You told her after you threw on a shirt and a pair of jeans. “Let’s go get some breakfast.” You opened your bedroom door as you walked to the kitchen. You found two of your housemates there but Arthur had a blanket over his head. You looked at his oddly as you turned to Francis who was leaning on the counter with a cup of his coffee in his hand.

“What’s with him?” You whispered pointing to Arthur as he groaned.

“Poppet, would you mind not talking so loud?” You heard Arthur ask as the blanket shook. “Agh why won’t the light just shut up? I swear I’m never going to drink again. Someone please kill me.”

“Oh…” You nodded knowing what was happing now. “Another hang over.” You said as you gently walked across the floor to where Francis. “Is Matthew getting the potion?”

“Oui.” Francis smiled taking a sip of his coffee as you fixed your (Morning drink)

“What was the reason this time?” You asked as Matthew entered the kitchen with a small pink bottle in his hand.

“I got what you asked for Arthur.” Matthew said in his soft voice which made Arthur groan in pain.

“To Arthur Matthew must sound as loud as Alfred.” You told Francis as you looked around. “Where is Alfred anyway?”

“Is he still under there?” You heard the loud American coming in from the outside.

“Bloody hell, Alfred.” You heard Arthur as he took the blanket off and shot back the pink liquid in the bottle. His paleness faded as his color changed to normal and he sighed in relief. “Much better. Thank you, Matthew.”

“No problem.” Matthew smiled as Francis turned looking at you.

“Mon chere, Are you not getting any sleep?” He asked as you looked at him with a questioning look. “You have the dark circles under your eyes again.”

“Oh that.” You smiled. “I must not be getting enough sleep.” You didn’t want to tell the guys about your nightmares because you were worried they were the madness lingering a bit inside of you.

“That’s not good, love.” Arthur said getting up and making his tea. “It’s not healthy.”

“Says the guy who just uncovered himself from under a blanket asking the lights to shut up.” You looked at him. “I can’t help it if I don’t sleep.” You said yawning while your mochi jumped at your feet. You reached over taking a sugar cookie out of a jar and handing it to her as she ate it.

“Is there something bothering you, poppet?” Arthur asked as you shook your head.

“No but something must be bothering you being you went out drinking.” You said as the Brit rolled his eyes.

“You’ll find out sooner or later. My…” You looked up hearing a knock at the door.

“Who’s here at this hour?” You asked looking at the clock on the wall seeing it was almost ten. You walked out into the living room towards the door before it flew open pushing you behind it as it hit the wall at an angle leaving you just enough room to stand behind the door.

“So where are you, Arty?” you heard an accent you knew to be Scottish.

“We brought the beer!” You heard another voice but this one had more of an Irish accent.

“At least I won’t have to drive you all home.” Another voice said with a Welsh accent.

“You bloody idiots!” You heard Arthur yell at them. “You could’ve hurt ______.”

“Where is your newest housemate?” You heard the Scottish accent asked when the door started to move forward when you saw three red headed guys looking at you with three sets of green eyes.

To Be Continued…