PHASE ONE
"What do you think?" Gilbert asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I don't know," Ludwig grumbled, "it's locked, we appear to be in a holding room… There's not much to go on here."
"Should I check through the door?" Gilbert asked, aware of his brother's sensitiveness towards being left alone.
Ludwig frowned, deep in thought, "Fine, go right outside the door and come right back. We don't know what these people know about us and what they want us to do. It could be a trap."
Gilbert strolled towards the white door, before leaping forward and evaporating into a dark mist and disappearing through the closed door.
"Gilbert?" Ludwig asked, before taking a startled step back, as the door to their room opened to reveal Gilbert on the other side.
Gilbert leaned against the doorframe seductively as the door swung open, "it's unlocked from the outside."
"Hm…" Ludwig muttered, walking past Gilbert and peering through the door, to reveal a long white hallway, lined with seven more identical doors to theirs. "How odd?"
"What do you think's going on?"
"I really don't know…" Ludwig mumbled as he and Gilbert began to walk towards the door closest to them. As they got closer, they began to hear loud and fast voices coming from the room behind the door.
"Questo è stupido, stupido, stupido!"
"La porta è chiusa, siamo rinchiusi in, stiamo andando a morire; fratello?!"
"Non dire queste cose stupide, bastardo!"
Gilbert and Ludwig shared a confused glance, and they weren't sure whether the people were talking too fast for them to understand or if they were speaking an entirely different language.
Ludwig frowned whilst listening to them speak, "I think they're Italian… Ciao, siamo amichevole."
Right as Ludwig turned the doorknob the door flung open, and a figure tackled Ludwig to the floor at a high speed.
"OH MY GOD, I AM SO SORRY!" An Italian accent squealed as Ludwig opened his eyes and found a pair of wide brown eyes staring directly at him, accompanied by light auburn hair.
"I'm… I'm…" Ludwig muttered, taken aback by the young man whom straddled him awkwardly.
"Bastard!" A deeper Italian accent hissed, pulling the young man back; "You could have been hurt!"
"Who are you?" Gilbert asked as he helped Ludwig back to his feet.
The darker haired Italian frowned, his greener eyes narrowed with suspicion; "I'm Lovino, this is my younger brother: Feliciano. Who are you?"
Gilbert and Ludwig quickly caught wind of Lovino's distrust, "Gilbert, and he's my younger brother, Ludwig. Why are you both here?"
"We don't know, last we remember we were in Rome when—"
Lovino cut of Feliciano, "We woke up here, no idea why. Do you have anything different?"
"No." Gilbert answered. "So, I presume that we're all in the same boat."
Lovino sighed, "trapped, and with no way out."
PHASE TWO
"GODDAMN SHIT!" Alfred cursed, as the bed smashed against the door for the thirteenth time, but the door didn't budge.
"Please, stop that…" A quiet voice says; the surprise forces Alfred to turn around; he would have hit himself if he had neglected the other person in the room, but he couldn't see anybody.
"Huh?" He mumbled, walking around the room, before bending down and looking under each bed. "Is someone here?"
"I'm sorry," the soft voice said. Then before Alfred's eyes, a figure sat on the bed, curled into a shy ball on the edge of the bed.
"DUDE," Alfred gasped, "You turn invisible!"
"Um, yeah—I do that a lot, sometimes without even meaning too! Then I get upset when people forget I'm there! I was scared so I – not scared of you – I just – oh crap—"
"Whoa man, calm down!" Alfred chuckled as he walked up to the shy Canadian and placed his hands on his shoulders, which only seemed to make the Canadian panic even more. "I'm Alfred, what's your name?"
"Matthew…" Matthew muttered shyly, "Hi. Do you have any idea what's going on?"
"Nope, and in all honesty, I am so close to snapping…" Alfred explained, flashing a mad smile and insane eyes behind his glasses. Matthew didn't know whether to scream and cry or laugh nervously.
"Good, that makes two of us," Matthew mumbled.
"Is there anything else you can do … you know … to help us get out." Alfred asked, putting his hopes into the possibility that Matthew would have any other abilities to help them get out of the small white room.
"I only disappear. Sorry." Matthew apologised, bowing his head.
"Damn… Now how are we going to find a way out of here?" Alfred asked, suddenly, the bed which Alfred had attempted to use as a battering ram slammed against the back wall, making the two men jump with fright. "Goddammit!"
"What'd you do?"
"I can't control this sometimes, you know?" Alfred sighed, "I don't know why, I just jolt and stuff moves, I hate it!"
"Well… Have you noticed a pattern or something?" Matthew asked.
"Well no, but personally I believe we should settle the pressing matter, eh?" Alfred suggested as he walked towards the door, and pounded his fist on it. "HEY! HEY! IS ANYBODY OUT THERE!?"
"HELLO?!" A high pitched voice responded from the other side of the door.
"HELLO!" Alfred chuckled.
"HELLO!" The same voice responded in a happier tone.
"CAN YOU OPEN THE DOOR, PLEASE?!" Alfred replied, as suddenly, the door to Alfred and Matthew's room opened to reveal four people. "Hey, I'm Alfred and this is …" Alfred turned around to introduce the strangers to Matthew: only to see he had disappeared again. "Um…"
"Are you Ok?" The albino asked, revealing a German accent.
"Nah, yeah, I'm fine man. Ha-ha." Alfred chuckled nervously, "do any of you know what's going on?"
"Ok, so now that is five of us who don't know what's going on." The blonde explained, revealing a German accent: much like the albinos. "Let me guess; you were going about your daily-life, you become dizzy and before you know it you wake up here and you can't get out unless if someone opens the door open for you?"
Alfred's eyebrows rose in unison with an impressed nod, "Yes."
"Great, so we're all stuck here, three rooms done, five more to go." The albino pointed out, "I wonder who else is trapped here."
"So, let me get this straight," Alfred began as he joined the others as they walked towards the next door down the hallway. "None of us know what's going on, why we're here and how we got here?"
"Correct, and so far it seems like we have nothing in common, we're from all over the world so far. Why in god's name have we been put together like this?!" A dark haired Italian hissed in response.
"Hello," A familiar voice said, Alfred glanced over to see a young man whom looked a lot like the Italian, except younger with lighter hair and brown eyes. "I'm Feliciano, I heard you calling!"
"Oh yeah! Thanks for that!" Alfred chuckled happily, extending his hand for a handshake, "Where are you from?"
"Italy, Lovino and I live in Rome," Feliciano explained, gesturing to the other Italian. "I have a feeling we should get along, it'd be for the best; wouldn't you agree?"
