So I got quite a bit of feedback on this asking for more, so while I try to think of something else, here's the story from Alfred's perspective. I hope you like it!

Looking back on it, Alfred couldn't really recall a time where he had seen his mind reading ability as a disadvantage. He had only gained good things from it, so when he was finally met with the opposite effect, his perspective of his ability may have shifted a bit.

He sat frozen in his seat at the cafe, the one he'd been going to almost every day since he moved nearby. He didn't move a muscle as the Russian man sitting a few tables away rose from his seat and exited the cafe. Alfred knew the Russian had no idea he had been reading his thoughts, but just imagining if he did sent shivers up Alfred's spine.

Perhaps some minds were just meant to be left untouched.

For the following few weeks, Alfred kept his ears far away from the Russian and his disturbing thoughts. Instead, he focused his mind reading abilities on some more safe customers, like the Italian brothers.

Through a combination of mind reading and observation, Alfred had learned that the two were named Feliciano and Lovino Vargas. They always ordered the same pasta dish, though Lovino liked his with more tomato sauce.

Feliciano's thought process was a bit hard to follow, and Alfred found it much easier to just listen to the man's endless ramble, as his mouth rarely stopped moving. He worked for some German guy at a bank, and from what he had told Lovino, he really liked working for him and he hoped his boss liked having him as an employee.

Lovino, however, didn't really talk much, so reading his mind was a more practical method of gaining an insight into his life. He appeared to not really pay attention to his brother's rambling, and instead he thought about a Spanish guy named Antonio, or Tomato Bastard, as was a more prevalent name in Lovino's mind. From what Alfred had gathered, Lovino's birthday was approaching and he consistently wondering if Antonio would get him something. It was a rather amusing monologue to Alfred, as Lovino would constantly deny the fact that he even cared if he was given a gift.

Those two were his main interests at the moment, but others sometimes captivated his attention, like Berwald, the Swedish man. Alfred hadn't gotten the whole picture yet, but there was definitely something going on between him and a certain Finnish man named Tino.

But nothing caught his interest more than the English man did. From the moment he layed eyes upon him, or rather upon his thoughts, Alfred had no doubt that he was a mind reader as well. His thoughts were always full of other people's thoughts, and Alfred almost wondered if he had any thoughts of his own. The revelation excited him, but before he let him know about it, he was going to have a little fun.

Every time the English man tried to read his mind, Alfred purposely thought about the most randomest things he could think of.

The food here tastes amazing, I wonder if they serve pizza. I hate pizza, I don't know why I ate it for dinner last night. Maybe I'll have steak tonight, or maybe not because I just had that last night.

Despite Alfred finding it all rather entertaining, he knew he'd have to come clean eventually. After all, he couldn't walk away letting that guy think he was insane.

He decided to do it in a way that would surprise him, so he chose to do it right in the middle of his made up thought processes.

I really like the color blue. Yellow is the worst color. Why does the sky have to be blue, it's such an ugly color.

He then waited a second while the English man began to look away, obviously frustrated with his failed attempt.

Having some trouble with my thoughts? It's not as easy as it is for others, isn't it?

Alfred raised his eyes and fixed his gaze on Arthur, who was clearly struggling with his internal monologue, but he decided to continue.

Your mind is now finally empty of other people's thoughts. I was almost ready to believe that you really had no thoughts of your own.

Alfred watched him in amusement as Arthur looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Are you reading my mind?

Alfred smirked, happy that he had finally answered back. Just as much as you're reading mine.

So you read minds too?

He hadn't realized it would be this entertaining. Yes. I noticed you could as well when I first saw you here. I had attempted to read your mind, but I was unable to do so because you were so busy filling your mind with the thoughts of others.

I guess I do that a lot. The English man answered, but Alfred could just hear from his thoughts that he was slightly embarrassed to admit it. I found difficulty with reading your mind too, though. You have a very confusing thought process.

Alfred laughed as he got up to go sit himself down at the English man's table, all the while not missing his surprise towards his sudden actions. "I don't usually think like that. I just wanted to mess with you, so I purposely tried to think of the most randomest things in the most weirdest order to confuse you, and I think it worked."

The English man didn't answer out loud, but Alfred could clearly read his reply. "You just thought that I fooled you pretty good."

Arthur gasped slightly. "Maybe we should stop intruding on each other's thoughts for now, and just get to know each other like everyone else does."

"Sure thing." Alfred agreed eagerly, as he had never actually spoken to another mind reader. "Hey, did you by any chance read the Chinese guy's thoughts about how he was afraid that this guy's sister was going to murder him?"

And with that, the conversation shifted to the two revealing all the pieces of information they had collected throughout their mind reading days, occasionally finding pieces that fit together, and thus revealing more of the puzzles they were trying to build.

Alfred hoped this was a change of pace for Arthur, (of who's name he was finally able to learn). From what Alfred had seen, Arthur wasn't exactly skilled in the observation department, but he hoped that maybe their conversation would change that.

"Hey, Alfred." Arthur asked in the middle of their conversation. "Have you ever read the mind of that Russian man who usually comes here?"

Alfred's face turned red and he really hoped Arthur could tell that that meant he was uncomfortable with the topic.

"Unfortunately, yes." He replied. "But I can assure you that I am never going back in there ever again!"

Because as he had learned earlier, some minds were just better left untouched.

And you all thought I was finally going to tell you about the horrors of Russia's mind (as someone very nicely put it). But guess what folks, I don't even want to know what goes on in that guy's brain.

Will you ever know? Maybe, but probably not likely. :D

Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading!

-britishsconesahoy