At a night such as this, the Sun has already covered its head with the clear night sky and the moon peeked out. The night sky was oddly luminous from the grouping of stars and the shining moon. An abode lost electricity from a storm the previous night and the electricians could not fix the problem in the area. The current residents at the house? The nations and you of course.

You were just minding your business with a candle at your side and a book in your hands, but do you hear that noise? Silence did not settle so easily in the house. Soft sobs could be heard if you listen and tune in. You ignore the sounds for a minute, but they soon increase in volume. You sighed, averting your eyes towards the dark corridor and finally standing up to investigate where the noises are coming from. Slowly, but surely, you make your way across the hall in the dim light from the candle to follow the muffled crying.

"It's coming from the closet…" You thought to yourself as you turn towards the closet door to your right. Fear consumed your body. Is it a horror story? Is it a monster coming to attack you? The muffled crying transformed into sniffling. What is in there? You outstretched your hand to the knob and turn it, swinging it open.

"Alfred?" You inquired. There, buried in the coats and jackets and still in his night clothing, was Alfred- Although, he looked younger. Yes, it was the younger version of him. Alfred had been sitting in the middle of the floor, his head shamefully looking down. You breathe a sigh of relief, but a part of you still trembled in fear. He could be acting innocent to kill, but that thought was shoved out of view when he asked if you were, who you were. You nodded.

"Yes, I am. What are you doing in here?"

The young American, with agile, threw himself at you and latched his arms around your torso. Alfred started to sob as you try to reconsider what is happening and what you should do. But all you could do is stand there with your candle in your hand. Your earlier emotions were replaced with confusion. You both stay like that before another soft sob and hiccup broke the stillness in the closet. It was Alfred again? What could he be possibly crying about?

"Alfred, what is wrong?" You asked. He shook his head and buried his face in your stomach. "D-Davie says….he isn't Davie…" You finally understood after you heard the name. Davie. He continued with slight whimper. "Davie...says a stranger in a box is Davie..I bet Davie's lonely...Sleeping in a cold place like that…" He glanced up at you. Tears stained his face as they strode down his cheeks from his red, puffy, sky-blue orbs. You wish you could use euphemism to explain what happened, but all you could do is stare back at the child's face, avoiding looking in his eyes for you could not bear it. He was blameless and still full of youth. His mind never knew the terrors, death, and disgrace in the world at this young age.

Alfred, between his shudders, questioned you if you would do anything. You smiled sadly and wrapped an arm around his quivering body to at least express friendliness to him.

But the warmth lack between the child and you.