"Checkmate." A man said, moving his queen to knock the knight out of it's place, picking it up in victory. The man with curly blonde hair frowned, looking at the game on the table. He sighed, sitting back in his chair and crossing one leg over the other.

"So what happened, mon ami? To the one who lived, that is." He asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest as the man with chestnut brown hair put away the chess pieces in their proper places.

"He killed himself." Roderich said blandly, standing up to put the chess board away on one of the cupboards.

"Killed himself? How?" The French man asked, resting his chin on his palm that was supported by his elbow resting on the table.

"Took the gun and shot himself in the heart." He said, staring at Francis.

"Just like his beloved Lovi, non?" Roderich nodded, unamused by the stereotypical French man's talk of love. "How poetic! Leaving this world the same way your love did to join them in death!" The aristocrat scoffed, looking at him with a raised brow.

"He probably didn't even realize that he was killing himself the same way Lovino died. He had gone insane long before that. Who would have thought to think of how they killed themselves after a murder, let alone one like that?" Francis sighed, muttering something about the man being cynical under his breath.

"You miss him, non?" Roderich stopped, almost glaring at his friend. It took him a moment to respond, but soon enough he nodded slowly. "Poor Feliciano. If only you have been there to talk some sense into him!" The brunette let out a sigh, standing up from his seat and facing the the other man.

"I told him that I didn't think it was good for him to be around them. There was nothing I could do." He paused for a moment, looking around the room. It still reminded him of his loud adoptive brother, but he refused to let the smile tugging at his lips show. His memories of the boy were happy, and nothing could ruin that for him. "Come, I'll make us some tea."

Francis sighed, watching the brunette exit the room before he had even stood.

"I still think it's romantic..."