Gilbert sighed in bliss as he watched his younger brother sleep. He couldn't exactly say little brother, since Ludwig was so much larger in height and build than he was. He walked out of the blonde's room, not wanting to be caught in his brother's room. He only went in there to be caught up in deja vu; he wasn't interested in anything romantic. He had a girlfriend, so he had no reason to even think like that at all.

'It's been forever since he was little. I wonder how much my little bro remembers of our past...' he thought, wishing he could read minds. It would have been a useful ability at that moment.

He paced into the living room and then plopped on the couch, flipping on the television as soon as he grabbed the remote in his pale hands. He looked at the flat-screen television with disinterest, and then began to channel surf, and once he didn't find anything as awesome as he was, he laid his head back on the arm of the couch.

He was living with his younger brother, so everything was boring, at least, in his eyes. He would have thought that everything would be vibrant and awesome, but, knowing Ludwig's taste, nothing would be like that. He had a more bland taste in furniture and culture. Well, that was Gilbert's opinion, but most people wouldn't argue against it. Ludwig was a quiet person, so he just chose things that were of that nature. It wasn't a bad thing, but Gilbert didn't like it.

"Kesesesese...everybody on this channel is so stupid." he mumbled to himself, trying to entertain his easily-bored mind. He had no patience.

Meanwhile, while Gilbert was begging to be entertained, Ludwig was trying to escape his mind's means of entertainment. He hated dreaming. Every time he dreamt, something vivid and quite disturbing haunted him. It was a sort of reccuring nightmare that he had been having lately.

Right now, he was dreaming that he was trying to wake up, but he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried to escape the dream, he seemed trapped. Soon, he just gave up, and let himself be taken under by the demented dream.

He opened his eyes, and immediately, he found himself in a padded, pure white room. The walls were stained with a crimson liquid, and he tried to deny that he knew what it was, as he did every time he had this dream, but he knew that blood was what stained everything.

'No...no...not this part! I can't stand it!' he thought to himself, feeling terror and adrenaline pump through him.

"Brother..." he heard Gilbert whisper in his ear, sounding desperate.

"Bitte! Just let me find you!" Ludwig screamed, shakily trying to stand up. He was in a straightjacket, so he couldn't move very well, but he tried to, just to find his brother, who seemed desperate for help.

"Brother." it repeated, sounding louder this time. Ludwig knew what came next, but, he still dreaded it like he dreaded his death.

An pale, seemingly distant outline of Gilbert appeared in front of him, its eyes looking bloodshot. His usually-cocky expression was replaced with a terrified one, the horror that showed on his face making Ludwig shiver with apprehension. He wasn't used to seeing such an emotion from his brother. He was used to seeing boredom at the worst. Now, he was seeing pure terror and desperation. It was bloodcurdling.

Ludwig attempted to run towards his brother, but he just went right through him. Ludwig shivered and looked around, wishing that he could understand what was going on. He knew it was a dream, and he knew what happened next, but he couldn't exactly understand what this dream symbolized yet.

"BROTHER! HELP! THEY'RE KILLING ME!" he heard Gilbert cry out from behind him. Ludwig didn't want to turn around, but he knew that, in order to keep the dream moving, that he had to. He tentatively turned around, his stomach churning with discomfort and terror, and immediately screamed.

He saw Gilbert's eyes out of their sockets. They rested on the floor, leaving a trail of blood behind them, and his eyes had trails of blood running for them, puddles of blood pooling in them. Ludwig nearly threw up from the sight, but he tried to stay strong. Soon, he saw his brother stumble back and fall to the floor, something invisible slashing at his abdomen and leaving more blood to fall.

"Nein...nein.." Ludwig mumbled once again, resisting the urge to protest against the dream once more. He wanted to kick it out of his system completely, but he knew that he couldn't. He had to find out a little bit more about this dream.

"You couldn't have done anything, brother. It was totally unawesome of me to beg you to, but I had to. No one else would listen to me." Gilbert choked, blood pouring out of his mouth as he spoke.

The sight was nearly too much for Ludwig, and he could feel a strong wave of nausea beginning to knaw at his insides. He held it back, since he knew that, if he retched, that he would awaken to find himself drenched in his own vomit. He didn't want that to happen again.

"Nein, brother. You did nothing wrong." Ludwig replied monotonusly, the reply sounding rehearsed. He had gotten to this point a few times by now. It didn't make it any less terrifying, but he had now known what to say to progress a little bit further. It was like a sick, sick video game now. He had replayed the dream so many times that some parts of it were easy to overcome.

Gilbert just smiled at him, and then sighed. The dream began to fade into black and white, and Ludwig knew that he was encountering a new part of the dream. He had learned that the dream always let him know when to pay closer attention. It was as if someone, or something was sending him these sickening dreams. Not that he believed that someone actually was, but he felt like that was the case.

"Well, I guess this is the end...watch out for...things...like this in the future.." Gilbert winced, his face contorting in pure agony.

'Don't cry. You'll wake up. Besides, crying is for pussies.' Ludwig thought, trying to get to the end of the dream for once. He wanted to understand what it meant.

He wondered what his brother meant by watching out, but he figured that he meant something in the dream. He never even considered that it was an omen in real life. Not that it was even remotely possible, but he should have considered it.

He watched as his brother's eyes dulled, and the dream began to get fuzzy.

"Yo, Lud! Breakfast is ready!" he heard his brother call, making him sit up with a start. He had at first thought it was part of the dream, but, as soon as he opened his eyes and saw his brother waiting in the doorway for him to awaken, he knew that the dream had been seen through until the end.

'I wonder what it means..' Ludwig thought to himself, stepping out of bed.