It seemed whatever Lukas did, it would never be enough. Every time he caught up doing bills, his little brother would need new clothes. And his work was never satisfactory for the Austrian who seemed to never want to leave his office. His coworkers found his quiet, sarcastic demeanor unfriendly, and most of them ignored him; except Berwald, who had an affinity for restoring old furniture. Then there was Tino, Berwald's husband, who always seemed to be sneaking cookies to Emil while Lukas wasn't Emil to smile on the long days at the museum.

He was lucky his little brother was not a complainer, long days in the archives, and microwave foods almost every night was not great parenting. Lukas did what he could to make each day more enjoyable for his brother. Maybe at lunch he would take Emil to the cafeteria instead of eating leftovers. No matter the case Lukas knew that he was lucky Emil didn't complain.

It was no surprise when Emil finally asked what their parents were like. Lukas had been preparing for years, but when it was time all he could say was, "Mama was an architect and Papa worked at the newspaper. Mama had blue eyes and blonde hair, Papa, I think, he had green eyes and hair like yours," because what else would you say to a kid who had never even said Mama or Papa to their parents? Emil wanted to know more, Lukas knew that, but he already was starting to cry, and instead of saying anything, Emil just hugged his big brother.

"Lukas? I's okay, you don' have to tell me. Don' cry." And so, because his little brother never asked for anything, Lukas willed the tears to stop falling. After they had dried, Lukas knelt down to look his brother in the eye.

"See, Emil, I can't remember them much either." Lukas gave a soft kiss to his brothers forehead before he pulled Emil into another hug. After a moment Emil pulled away, grabbed his stuffed puffin, and went back to his coloring book on the floor.

Lukas wished with all his heart he could remember them more, just a little bit more than what the doctors had told him. He just wanted a few memories to share with Emil, why did Lukas of all people have to have gotten amnesia? How unfortunate was it that he couldn't say anything about his life before the crash?

Lukas was hard at work in the achieves when suddenly Berwald appeared around a corner. Lukas nearly dropped the priceless artifact in his hands when the Swede came into Lukas' line of sight, Lukas put his hand over his heart and could feel it racing. When he looked back up he realized Emil was not where he had left him just moments ago. Lukas looked up at Berwald again who looked uncomfortable to say the least, "Berwald, have you seen Emil?" Lukas spoke calmly, there was no hint of the fear he felt in his voice.

Berwald shook his head, "No I haven't, I was j'st coming down to give ya the new piece. I'm sure he's fine." Lukas couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong, really wrong, so Lukas took the book in Berwald's hands and gently placed it on the examination table,.

"Do ya mind if I check on him, it'll only be a second." Berwald shrugged and Norway walked out of the small room and started going through the aisles, "Emil? Ya in here?" There was no answer. "Emil!" He spoke more harshly now. Now the fear began to really set in when he made it through the entire basement of the museum and there had been no sign of the younger sibling. When Lukas eventually bumped into Tino he had almost given in to the thought that Emil had been kidnapped.

"Lukas!" Emil seemed delighted, he had cookie crumbs on his face and Tino was smiling sheepishly, "Mr. Väinämöinen made some cookies and he gave some to me!"

"Sorry if we scared you, we ran into Ber a little earlier, he said you were looking for Emil," Tino gave a smile and then checked his watch, "Oh dear, I have a tour in five minutes, excuse me, Emil stay with your brother all right?"

"Ok Mr. Väinämöinen. Thank you for the cookies," Emil spoke softly, a trait he had picked up from his older brother.

"Thank you Tino, could you tell me next time you bring Emil with you?" Lukas hoped that he didn't too mean, he appreciated Tino trying to give Emil a more exciting day, but Lukas would have preferred to have known.

"Of course Lukas, I just got a little caught up in the excitement, okay I really need to go now." And with that Tino turned around and started jogging up the stairs. Emil pulled on Lukas' sleeve and looked up at him.

"Lukas? I wanna go home." Lukas was surprised, his little brother had never asked to leave the museum early. Now Lukas knew something was wrong.

"Emil? What's wrong?" Lukas felt lost, his little brother looked upset and in pain. "Emil, please," Lukas begged him when Emil said nothing in response.

"Can we please go home," Emil stated firmly, when Lukas tried to take his hand, Emil pulled his own away.

"Emil…" Lukas knew he could not leave work early, even if his little brother begged him to, "… I can't."

Emil looked up at Lukas, "I don't like him."

Lukas was taken aback, this was so unlike Emil, "Who?"

"Nobody. Lets go home. Please." Emil looked at the ground and seemed to stare a hole into the concrete floor.

"Do you not like Mr. Väinämöinen?" Lukas got down on one knee to look Emil in the eyes.

"No. He's okay. I don' like that new guy. He's creepy." Emil grabbed Lukas's hand and sighed. After a moment Lukas stood up, he felt so unsure of himself. Lukas hadn't learned about a new employee, but of course he usually kept to himself.

"Okay, just this once we can go home e'rly." Lukas had enough sick days he had saved up over the years to at least use one. The only problem was he wouldn't get the overtime he so desperately needed for groceries.

"Lukas?" When Lukas turned around he saw Rodrich, who seemed far less than pleased. His face twisted with a look of disgust, "Where do you think you are going, you still need to categorize the new additions to the collection, not to mention the resorting if the fossils."

Lukas hesitated, his eyes darted quickly to his brother then back to Rodrich. Finally after a moment he spoke, "Emil does not feel well, I am taking him home."

"I need you to talk with the new attendant. He is far too boisterous for any of the others to handle," Rodrich continued, then he lifted his head up higher and closed his eyes, "Lukas if you do not," he shook his head, "I will fire here and now."

After a moment Emil responded, "But Matthias is too loud."

Author's note

Hi guys, this is my first fanfic. If you enjoyed it please review and I'll keep writing. I just hope you guys enjoyed!