"Gilbert," the annoying voice of the man invaded Gilbert's dreams. Gilbert groaned, refusing to open his eyes, and turned over in his bed. "Gilbert, wake up."

Gilbert blearily opened his eyes and sat up right. "Yes? What do you want? I'm a little busy here," Gilbert snapped at him. He had never been interrupted in the middle of sleep before, so he was irritated. The man was standing at the foot of his bed with his arms crossed.

"You didn't take your medicine yesterday," the man stated.

"If it's really for allergies it can wait until I wake up," Gilbert said irritably.

"You are to take them now," the man ordered.

"Well, I don't know where they are," Gilbert sighed. He was too awake now to go back to sleep. Great.

"There are not many places they could be in here," the man stated. "You are to look for them."

"How about no?" Gilbert said slowly.

"Gilbert, you are 23 years old," the man stated. "Are you really going to act childish about this?"

"Yes," Gilbert nodded.

"Where are they, Gilbert?" the man demanded.

"Somewhere," Gilbert shrugged and swung his legs of the side of the bed. He might as well try to play a game to see if that could get him tired again.

"Gilbert…" the man sighed.

"If you're so interested in having me take them," Gilbert sighed, sitting down in his chair, "then just get me new ones, it's not that big of a deal.

"He's such a brat," he heard the man mutter.

"Did you say something?" Gilbert stole a glance behind him at the man.

"Stop playing your stupid games and take those pills right now," the man ordered.

"I'm fine," Gilbert said with a wave of his hand. "They're just for allergies, I'm sure I can handle a stuffy nose here and there."

"He can't find out…" the man muttered again, but then spoke up. "Do not make me force you."

"What can't I find out?" Gilbert asked as the computer screen lit up.

"What?" the man said quickly. Then he muttered, "It hasn't even been a day. How could he…?"

"Maybe you should stop talking to yourself if you're so concerned about me over hearing you," Gilbert rolled his eyes. When did he get so stupid?

"Where did you hide those pills, Gilbert?" he growled and Gilbert turned around in his chair.

"Since when do you get mad at me?" Gilbert raised an eyebrow. This was becoming a lot more fun than he expected it would be.

"He's getting on my last nerve," Gilbert could have sworn he heard him mutter, but his lips didn't move.

"How did you do that?" Gilbert asked, standing up.

"Do what?" the man demanded.

"You just talked without moving your lips," Gilbert said. "How did you do that?"

"I think you not taking your pills is making you hallucinate," the man turned around and then muttered. "Dammit, we need to find those now."

"You're hiding something from me," Gilbert stated, walking up to him. "What is it?"

"I am going to get you more medicine," the man said through clenched teeth and started walking towards the door. "Stay right there."

Gilbert inwardly scoffed. He craned his head so he could see that door appear and the man stepped through it. Gilbert didn't see much through the door again and he just really wished it would stay open for a little bit longer. Then something amazing happened. The door stopped just before it closed.

Gilbert stared at it and then moved towards it. He could hear people muttering, but they didn't sound like they were talking, it felt like it was inside his head. It was all giving him a headache.

"He's staring at the wall again."

"When do I get off again?"

"This is the most boring job ever."

"What are we doing here?"

"I wonder if my husband remembered to lock the front door."

"How's Maxi doing all alone at home?"

"I hope Jim's okay at school."

It was like every sentence brought a pang into Gilbert's head. It felt like every person was talking at the same time. He wished they would all just shut up so he could think clearly. He put his hands to his head, as if that would make everything go away. He was about to close his eyes, but the door suddenly flew forwards, into the hallway lit by blue lights.

Gilbert took a step back from the door and dropped his hands, forgetting about his headache. That hallway was littered with computers. Some of them had a person in the center of the screen with pure white hair, some had numbers, and some just had random notes on them. There were no people on the chairs in front of the computers, but when Gilbert looked further down the hall, he saw that they were all against the wall. A few of them had their eyes closed and Gilbert took a step out of his room to see if he could help them. But they all started talking, but none of them were moving their lips.

"What the hell was that?"

"God, my head."

"Shit, he's out."

"Is Gloria dead? She doesn't look like she's breathing."

"What just happened?"

"Did he not get the medicine?"

"Help!" finally, someone's lips moved. The man looked terrified.

"Hey, don't worry," Gilbert stepped forward, trying to calm them down. "I-I want to help."

"Stay away, freak!" someone snapped and Gilbert froze. Freak? What did he mean? Gilbert looked around quickly and there was a computer next to him with a blank screen. He looked into its blackness and he could have sworn the person looking back at him had white hair and red eyes. Gilbert yelped and took a step back, ramming into one of the chairs. Was that really him? He really did have white hair…But those eyes weren't possible.

Gilbert's thoughts were cut off by the sound of a gunshot and then a clank just behind him. Gilbert ducked his head and he heard another shot. What the hell was going on? He couldn't understand anything and his headache was becoming worse as the people mumbled to themselves in a panic. He just wanted everyone to shut up!

He saw the chairs and computers around him start to tremble and he blacked out.


"Alfred, get off the computer," Arthur said, poking his head into the study.

"What is it now?" Alfred groaned, turning around in his chair.

"We're having a meeting," Arthur sighed. He always acted like such a child.

"Why do I have to go?" Alfred complained. He didn't like talking with the others in his house. They always annoyed him.

"Because you are a part of this household and if you want it to stay that way you will come," Arthur sighed.

"Fine," Alfred stood up. "I was dying anyway." He followed Arthur through the house into the family room. The other four were already there and there were two open spots on the couch, so Alfred took the one that had the arm rest. He was about to prop his feet up on the other spot, but his brother appeared out of nowhere. "Jesus, Mattie!" Alfred yelled at him and Mathew giggled. "If you don't want people to think you're invisible, don't do that!"

"We need to do a head count," Arthur sighed. It was always irritating to have 7 people in the same house.

"Why do you always have to do this, mon cher?" Francis purred from his spot on the floor in front of the couch and Arthur rolled his eyes.

"Your charm won't affect me," Arthur stated bluntly.

"I'm here!" Feliciano, or Feli as the rest called him, raised his hand. He was sitting on the love seat next to Lovino. He was always so grumpy, he didn't raise his hand or say anything.

"I am here as well," Antonio said calmly, leaning back in his spot on the couch next to Alfred.

"Me and Mattie are here, too," Alfred sighed. "Now can we get going?"

"Fine," Arthur sighed. "I have reason to believe that the one we've been searching for is in Burdensbrow."

"And this means you want us to search for him?" Alfred asked irritably.

"That is quite a ways to walk," Francis said. "And I am far too gorgeous to walk through the woods all the way there."

"But wouldn't it be worth it if we found him?" Arthur asked.

"I agree with Francis, amigo," Antonio shrugged.

"Like hell I'm going," Lovino muttered.

"And I am not going if my Lovi isn't," Antonio inputted.

"You shut up, damn tomato bastard!" Lovino snapped at him.

"This is why I don't come out of the study often," Alfred muttered.

"I wouldn't mind going," Mathew said happily.

"That's because you can hide if people start turning on you," Alfred sighed.

"Have you still not gotten over the last incident?" Francis laughed.

"How could I?" Alfred snapped. "I tore apart half the freaking town."

"Accidentally, I might add," Arthur sighed.

"I would like to go too!" Feli said loudly.

"We're all going," Arthur stated.

"Make me, Shadow Man," Alfred challenged.

"You do realize I can, right?" Arthur scoffed.

"You are not that scary, Arthur," Antonio laughed.

"Antoine has a point," Francis said. "You are not the most powerful one here."

"And you are?" Arthur sighed. "All you can do is make girls fall all over you. Not very effective in my book, frog."

"And you just play with shadows," Francis scoffed.

"Do you want to challenge me?" Arthur snapped and Alfred could have sworn he saw that vein that pops out of his head when he's really mad.

"Hey, let's not fight," Feli rested a hand on Arthur's shoulder. "We should just get going to search for him."

"We are all going," Arthur sighed, trying to calm himself down from Francis.

"I'm not," Alfred said.

"Fratello, you should come!" Feli went over to Lovino and latched onto his arm.

"Get the hell off of me!" Lovino snapped.

"If you go," Feli pleaded.

"Fuck it, fine," Lovino groaned. "Now get off!"

"Yay~!" Feli yelled happily. "Fratello's coming!"

"I might as well go, too," Antonio finally gave in. "It would be no fun here without you two."

"Dammit! Don't come!" Lovino snapped at him.

"If Antoine is going, I will too," Francis said.

"Thank God," Arthur sighed with relief. He really didn't want to force them all to come.

"I guess since no one else is going to be here," Alfred sighed, "I'll go too. But just because I don't want to be alone in this huge house!"

"Alright then, everyone pack up," Arthur sighed. This was going to be a long trip. But it was all worth it if they found him.


Gilbert slowly woke up, keeping his eyes closed. Was that all a dream? Must have been, considering he was asleep. However, when he woke up, he noticed that there was something green beneath him. Gilbert quickly sat up right and looked down at the ground. Was this…grass? He had never seen it in real life before. He brought his hand down to touch it and it felt weird. Gilbert quickly looked up and saw what he figured was the sky. It was light blue and seemed to expand forever in all directions. There were white puffy things in the sky he supposed were clouds.

But, why was he here? Was he really…outside?

He quickly stood up and his legs felt wobbly and his head hurt. But he looked around it seemed that he was in some kind of a small town. There were several wooden houses all around him and there were people all over the place, along with animals like dogs Gilbert had never seen in person. He resisted the urge to go up to one and pet it and decided to step out from the grass. It looked like there was a dirt road. How small was this town if it didn't have a real road?

Gilbert was cut off from his thoughts when he felt something ram into his side, like it had just been running. Gilbert felt himself tumble onto the ground.

"Mein Gott," Gilbert muttered as he started to stand up again.

"My apologies," someone said and Gilbert looked over to him.

"I guess you're the thing that rammed into me?" Gilbert asked, standing up all the way.

"I didn't see you there," the person was a man, Gilbert noticed. A man with hair the color of snow and violet eyes. That led Gilbert remember that he had white hair and red eyes.

"Partially my fault," Gilbert said quickly. He felt awkward now for some reason. He took a quick look at the man's attire. Even though it felt warm, he was wearing a thick looking scarf, a black jacket zipped up all the way, and jeans with boots.

"My name is Ivan," the man smiled happily. Gilbert just realized his Russian accent. "What is yours?"

"Gilbert," Gilbert said. A sharp pang suddenly went through his head and he winced. He started hearing people muttering again.

"Who is that?"

"Is that Ivan, the new guy?"

"Two people with white hair becoming friends, how nice."

"His eyes freak me out."

"When did he come to Burdensbrow?"

"Are you alright?" that voice was right next to Gilbert and he realized it was Ivan.

"Fine," Gilbert shook his head, but the voices just came stronger. They all felt like they were inside his head all at once. He closed both of his eyes, holding onto his head, which was pounding at this point.

"What's he doing?"

"What a freak."

"That's what he gets for talking with Ivan."

"Stop it," Gilbert muttered. He could have sworn he felt wind picking up around him. "I can't even think…" he didn't know if he said that out loud or if someone else said it. Everything was blending together. Why was this happening? Why couldn't it all just stop?

"Stop."

"Stop."

"Stop."

"Stop."

Those were other people's voices. They weren't his. Why were they all the same?

"Gilbert, are you doing this?" Ivan's voice came in with all the others. He was the only one not saying "stop."

"I don't understand!" Gilbert shook his head furiously. "Can't you hear them, too?"

"Who?"

"Everyone!" Gilbert snapped.

"Everyone."

"Everyone."

"Everyone."

"Everyone."

All of the voices started repeating that word now. His head felt like it was about to explode and he couldn't take it anymore.

Gilbert felt himself fall down to his knees. "Help me…" he begged.

"Help me."

"Help me."

"Help me."

"Help me."

"Gilbert?"


And here is the next chapter. I was trying to make it slightly ominous, and it seemedthat way when I was writing it, but as I re-read it, I'm pretty sure it wasn't. But, oh, well, that's life.

Reviews are nice.

And I do not own Hetalia or Snow White, and Burdensbrow is a made up town. If it really exists, I don't own it.