After carring out the people who were unable to walk, he found his brother, and hugged him tightly. "Bruder... Ve are finally free from zis prision!" He exclaimed, hot tears flowing from his blue orbs. "I know, Vest." His brother replied, hugging him in return, smiling. "Ve can continue our lives, vithout having to vorry about zis wretched place any longer!" Both Gilbert and Ludwig escaped from each others arms, and found Elizaveta and Roderich, hugging them both, and thanking them for never giving up hope for them.
After a couple of days, Ludwig thought it would be a good idea to train. He needed his strength back, and he wasn't going to do it by recovering from a haunted mansion that must've scarred everyone for the rest of their lives. He wouldn't count on getting it all back within a week, but he wanted to at least build up some muscle, so he didn't feel so weak.
He started with a jog to a small cafe to get breakfast. He got a coffee and a bagel. He sat for a while, reading the paper, taking sips of his coffee now and again. He almost spat out the beverage when he saw something that interested him. "Haunted Mansion Ready to be Demolished..?" He smiled slightly. "I have to show zis to mein bruder. He'll be happy to hear zis!" As he exited the small cafe, he noticed a figure out of the corner of his eye. He looked in the direction he saw it, but it had disappeared. "How strange..." The German said to himself. He started to jog home, but he felt that he was being followed. Deciding to ignore the feeling, he jogged a bit faster.
When he reached his large 2 storey home, he walked up the steps to the porch. He reached into his pocket to retrieve his key, when he noticed a shadow behind him. "Vhat ze..?" He turned quickly, to see it was nothing at all. "Zere must be somzing wrong vith me..." He opened the door, and walked in, locking the door, in case maybe there was someone following him. "Bruder..? Where are you? I have to show you something." Usually, Gilbert woke early with his brother, but he wasn't downstairs, where he'd usually be, usually making breakfast. But this morning, the albino was no where to be found. The blonde haired man bounded up the stairs, a bit worried for the Prussian.
