Germany wandered through the woods of Louisiana, worried that America never returned from his search originally for France, who's been missing for a few months by now, now a search for everyone else. He knew that America was added to the list when he didn't return the week after he left exactly as he feared. He froze when he approached the very location everyone went missing in. He looked around. "Nothing out of the ordinary," he documented, "but still, that might have been what the others thought too. Ich sollte vorsichtig sein [I should be careful]."

He took a few cautious steps forward until he heard something in the bushes. "Who's there?" he called as a woman walked up to him.

"Are you the man of whom I've been waiting for?" she asked. Her long black hair and white dress flicked in imaginary wind. She looked beautiful, but had a face of longing.

Germany was confused. He was too far out to be near any civilization of any kind. Where did this woman come from? "I'm...not sure what you're talking about..." he answered.

She smiled. "You are the next man to quench my thirst." she stated as she flickered away. The German looked around, when the woman suddenly flickered behind him, blurring her arm across the back of his head. Germany saw the night sky before even the stars escaped from his sight and he was consumed in black.

Sam and Dean were on their way to Louisiana because of the missing men from the town. "Ok Sammy," Dean sighed as he drove down the road. "Missing men from the ages of nineteen to late twenties. Find anything on that?"

"Dean, you know the drill." Sam complained. "I need to know where we're going before I can start research."

"New Orleans." the older brother informed. "Happy?"

"Very." Sam ignored Dean's bad mood from his lack of food intake as he researched New Orleans supernatural cases.

As they entered the town, they started talking about what the supernatural being might be until Sam saw a man who stuck out like a sore thumb in the restaurant. His hair was reddish brown and he had a gravity defying hair curl on the side of his head. His black shirt was dressy with a bright deep blue tie and slacks. What caught his attention the most was the small fact that he was muttering what sounded like Italian to himself. "You see something...different about him?" Sam asked as he pointed at the odd man.

Dean shrugged. "I'd guess an Italian who wanted to visit America." he stated. "And where is my food?!" he yelled, hoping that his waiter heard him.

He didn't even notice that his younger brother already left to find out more from the weird guy. "Hey," he started when he reached the stranger. "I couldn't help but notice your accented language, is it Italian?"

The other man nodded. "Si." he smiled. "You local?"

Sam shook his head. "Nah, just passing through." he stated. "So...you a tourist?" he asked.

"Not...really." the Italian stated as he pulled out some pictures. "I'm actually here to find my friends." he stated as he showed several pictures. "Have you seen any of these people?" he asked.

Sam took the pictures and flipped through them. The first one was him with a very annoyed looking blond and an emotionless man with black hair bland brown eyes. The next one was of him with a different blond blowing a kiss to the camera. Another picture had him with a big platinum blond man and another man a little taller than the Italian with long black hair in a ponytail. Most of the men in the pictures were blonds, but there were no two blonds in any picture with the same expression. One made a face like a bomb just exploded with green eyes and huge eyebrows. A different blond had a pasted smile on his face with glasses and a cowlick. The last blond he saw a picture of had longish hair, glasses, a bouncing hair curl, and a shy expression. The only thing the men in the pictures had in common was that they all appeared to be in their twenties or late teens.

"Sorry," Sam sighed as he returned the pictures. "I haven't seen them." It was silent as the red head pouted. "How long have they been missing?" he asked.

"This one," The man pointed to the blond kissing the camera, "went missing a few months ago, and everyone else gradually went missing to find him. This one," He pointed to the blond who looked annoyed as hell, "went missing just a few days ago. I'm the last one in our group. If I go missing..." he trailed off, not wanting to think about it.

"Must be tough," Sam stated, "being all alone to find all your friends, no one there to back you up,"

"Yeah" the Italian sighed. "Hey!" He smiled again as he put the pictures back. "I overheard you with that other guy talking about missing men, maybe they're the same people! Can I join you? Please!"

Sam eyed the other man. How could he hear all the way over to his and Dean's table from here that clearly? He pushed it out of his mind and sighed. "If you think that it's the same men, why not? My name's Sam." he stated, gesturing to shake his hand.

The European took his hand and shook it hyperly. "I'm Feliciano Vargas, but you can call me Feli! Whatever works!"

Sam eyed his hand after Feli let go of it. He had to use his other hand to stop the momentum of the shaken arm from going up and down. "So, I'll just let Dean know that you'll join us for this job."

Feli eyed him. "Who's Dean?"

"My brother, the guy you saw me talking with." he answered.

The Italian huffed. "My fratello is all the way back at home, most likely gorging himself on tomatoes or pizza like he always does." Sam didn't give an understanding look as Feli sighed. "Fratello is brother in Italian." he explained as the other man nodded understandingly.

They walked over to Dean's table as his food came. "Finally!" the older brother smiled at his plate. "I'm starved!" He was already digging in his burger when he noticed his brother with the Italian. "Hey, Sammy, want to introduce me to your new friend?" he asked as he chomped away. So it is possible to speak clearly and eat burgers at the same time! Feli thought to himself, but didn't share.

"Dean, this is...what was your name again?" Sam asked.

"Feliciano," he smiled, "but you can just call me Feli, all my other friends do sometimes."

"What do they call you most of the time?" Dean asked.

Feli went wide eyed and tense. "...uh...other stuff." he answered.

Sam started to get suspicious. "Like...what?" He tried to think of other nicknames anyone could think of for his, but he couldn't think of any.

Feli got even more tense as he sweated bowling balls. "Well...sometimes they call me Venciano, my fratello calls me that a lot," He couldn't think of any other names that his friends called him that he could share. "Please stop staring at me! You're scaring me!"

Dean held up his hands, holding a French fry in one, to show he was no threat. "Moving on," he stated as Feli started to relax. "Why'd you bring him over Sammy?"

The younger brother put a hand on Feli's shoulder as the Italian jumped from the contact. "He's trying to find his friends. All of which are between nineteen and late twenties." he stated the last part through clenched teeth.

He eyed Sam, then the Italian, back to his brother as he leaned forward. "Alright then," he sighed. "Tell us what you know, then we'll handle the rest."

Feli shrugged. "I don't know anything." he stated. Dean cocked a brow until the red head gasped. "Wait! I DO know where they went missing!" he exclaimed then paused. "And every time it was at night. Only one of my friends saw it and came back, but I didn't listen to him, no one did."

"Who came back?" Sam asked.

Feliciano pulled out a picture and pointed to one of the people. "Peter Kirkland." he stated as the brothers looked at the picture. It was a dirty blond boy, no older than twelve, and that was pushing it. The boy had on a sailor suit, blue eyes, and eyebrows like a mix between the green eyed blond, and the other blond with the pasted smile Sam saw earlier.

Sam and Dean exchanged glances between the picture and each other. "Apparently, the ghost only prefers men over children."

"F-fantasma [G-ghost]?" Feli stuttered as he placed the picture back in his bag.

"...I don't know what that means...but, if it means ghost, then yeah." Dean stated as Feli nodded. "How exactly did Peter describe the ghost?" he asked.

It took a little thought, but Feli answered, "He said it was a pretty woman with black hair and a white dress. He was walking with Franc-is around the woods here to prove to Ameri-Alfred that there wasn't anything supernatural about this area. That's when Francis went missing, then Arthur, Ivan, Wang Yao, Kiku, Matthew, Alfred, now Ludwig." he went through the list in order of when they went missing. "Arthur left to prove that Francis was just playing a joke and Peter was in on it, when he didn't come back, Ivan was voted to go find them, Wang Yao got worried about him, then Kiku worried about him since Wang Yao is his older brother, Matthew volunteered to search, Alfred went looking for his twin brother, Ludwig insisted on going to keep me out of trouble, now I'm the last one left."

"This all took place in a few months?" Sam asked as Feli nodded.

"Nice memory." Dean complimented. "Where did they all go missing?"

"Uh..." Feli thought. "...in the woods somewhere."

Dean smiled at his window of opportunity. "Then let's go!" he announced, then eyed his plate. "...after we eat."