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"Ahhh!"
Kiku Honda tried to pull his bruised body off the ground. He opened his eyes slowly to see a man in a black uniform standing over him.
"Why not just give up? Doitsu and Italia can do everything without you. Just get them to stop hurting us." The other man leaned down, slowly lifting up Kiku's chin. "Isn't that right, me?"
Kiku's eyes opened in a flash. He was back in the top bedroom of the Medium-Sized House, sweating. His black eyes cautiously scanned the room. It was just a bad dream. He ran a hand through his black hair with relief.
Looking over to his left, Kiku saw Ludwig's bed. It was empty, as it had been for over a month. The German had joined a group of campers in an attempt to rescue several others trapped far away. Although the bed, unlike Potter's magic one, would have normally gathered dust without the German's constant cleaning, Feliciano had dusted and tidied it meticulously so it would be ready for Ludwig when he returned. Kiku smiled, thinking of the cheerful Italian. Turning to Feliciano's bed on his right, he noticed it was also empty and almost immediately blanched. What if the Italian had wandered off and gotten hurt? However, a sigh from the window assured him of Feliciano's safety; the Italian was wistfully staring at the road below.
Kiku slowly walked up to Feliciano. "Can't sleep?" he asked. Feliciano shook his head without looking up.
"When will Doitsu get back, Nihon?" he asked softly.
"I'm sure he'll be back soon. The demon and shinigami aren't the only ones not in the right place in the underworld.
Just then, the sound of a car's wheels brought the two nations from their musing.
"Doitsu's back!" cried Feliciano softly. He smiled at Kiku, tears forming in his chocolate brown eyes. His whole face was brimming with love and excitement. The Italian let go of Kiku's hand and scampered down the stairs.
"You're up early", said Tara. She smiled at Feliciano, brushing her brown hair out of her face. The Italian blushed a little, embarrassed. "I heard a car coming and thought..."
"I understand. But I can't imagine you woke up in your uniform." She smiled at him again, but it was bittersweet. The camp music teacher had gone missing a while back. Feliciano could tell she was hoping he had been found and was safe.
As if answering their thoughts, Fortunado burst into the room. His brown suit was torn but he looked cheerful and satisfied, and actually sober for once.
"Good news! Everyone's okay." Both Tara and Feliciano sighed with relief. "Also, we found Sebastian, Grell, and the music director!"
"Is he..." began Tara as the handsome Bulgarian pushed open the door. Tara ran to him, tears streaming down her face. She hugged him tightly.
"I'm so glad you're okay!" she said through her tears.
"I'm glad you're okay, too." He held onto Tara, also crying.
Behind them, Ludwig, a muscular German, held open the door for a tall, pale, black haired man holding a boy with dark blue hair. The boy's arms, a ring glistening on his thumb, were draped around the tall man's neck and his eyes, an eyepatch covering one, were closed.
Feliciano ran into Ludwig's arms, knocking the wind out of the blond German. He then turned to face the other two people.
"Is Ciel okay, Sebastian-san?" The butler nodded, his expression a bit nervous.
"He's just tired", muttered Sebastian. He walked to the next room and gently laid Ciel down on a couch before leaving to the kitchen.
And in the shadows, a pair of purple eyes saw everything.