A/N: Thanks again for my reviewers! I REALLY wanted to get this chapter out because I wont be here next week (camp).

"Well I'm stuffed," the American declared as he stood up from his dinner (and dessert) seat.

The other guest scoffed underneath his breath, "Like that's anything new."

Ami walked them to the door, "It was really nice to meet you guys. If you're ever in town, drop by!"

Just as she opened the door, a enormous gust of wind nearly blew them over. She stood there for a second and poked her head outside. The storm was just as bad as ever. The small bushes that stood out front were weighed down by the heavy rain. Just as lighting shot across the sky, thunder crackled.

"Geez. You guys probably shouldn't drive home," Raimund stated as he looked over the blonde girl's head.

"Hey! Why don't you guys stay the night?" The younger blonde suggested, hazel eyes brimming with excitement.

"Yeah. You two can sleep on the couch," Ami said as she struggled with closing the door, "Markus? What time is it?"

The 17-year-old looked over his shoulder the to vintage-like Mickey Mouse clock, "Ten thirty."

"Alright. I think it's time to at least get to our rooms. 'Kay?" Ami declared as she started to head upstairs, "Oh and I'll get you two a blanket or two."

She hurried up the stairs and Raimund approached the other two adults, "Are you guys sure you want to share a couch. I mean, I could get you a few pillows and put them on the floor and-"

"It's fine. I promise," Arthur assured with a bright red face.

By the time the Englishman had stopped talking, the siblings were already upstairs. Raimund was halfway up the stairs when a quilted blanket came falling down on his face, "RAIMUND! GIVE THE BLANKETS TO AL AND ARTIE!"

Doing as he was told, he passed the fleece blankets to Arthur, "Guess these are for you."

"Thank you," Arthur replied as the other walked upstairs.

The rain was heavy, drenching the ten that stood outside. A young Raimund tugged on his father's sleeve, "Daddy! Where's Mommy?"

"She's not in the best of moods I'm afraid," he bent down and patted his son on the head.

As a member of the nonexistent audience, Ami tried to get a good look at the father. Same as all the other nightmares. It was blank. Not even a pair of eyes to give some clue as to who he was.

Her gaze drifted to the younger version of herself. She smiled to herself seeing how cute and innocent she looked. Blonde pigtails, a pink skirtand shirt. Her eyes were those of an optimist, which Ami no longer was.

The young girl looked up at her parents, "Where are we?"

After she uttered those words, thunder cackled across the dreary sky.
"Let's go inside now," her dad spoke in a solemn tone.

In a mere few seconds, everyone was standing in what appeared to be a lobby. The orphanage lobby.

Another faceless person seemed to be crying by the sounds she was making. Ami couldnt tell though because on the whole no-face problem. She was rocking a small baby, who was giggling. Her husband held his son who's little face was as stotic as it would be when he grew up.

The horrible orphanage director, Anna, came stumbling into the room. Her fake brown hair was streaked with grey. Her eyes appeared as though they were hollow because of the bags under them. She wore her usual attire, something hippie with lots of necklaces, "Hello. Are you looking to adopt?"

Markus and Fiore's father shook his head, "No. It-It's the other way around, actually."

"I'm guessing these are the little ones you want to leave," she pinched Raimund's cheeks for a second before he swatted her hands away.

"Yes. We-we would like to leave a few things with them if that's okay," Ami's mother stuttered as she bent down and put the silver dog tag over his daughter's head. It was a fairly long necklace, as it hung down to the young girl's waist. At the time she couldn't understand what it said, but later she would learn that it spelled out her full name: Ami Katherine Kirkland Jones.

Raimund's father passed him a sheet of paper with musical notes scrawled over the lines. Eventually as the boy grew up, and found a piano to play it on, he would discover the lovely tune it was.

For Markus, his father pressed a black cross into his small palm. From his stiff body language you could tell the cross obviously meant a lot to him. The mother gave Anna s carefully folded letter, marked that Fiore shouldn't read it until she turns eighteen. Ami smiled as she looked down at the letter, proud that Fiore had such self control not to open it.

Already knowing what was going to happen, Ami turned her head away. She couldn't bare to see her parents giving her up to Anna. Unfortunately, she didn't have the will power that her younger friend did. Looking back, she saw the exact moment she dreaded the most.

Her father bent down to pick up her younger self. He kissed her forehead and whispered something, but no matter how close she would get to him, Ami could never hear what he had said. He passed his daughter to his wife who began to gently rock her daughter to sleep. Shortly after she had fallen sound asleep, she passed her to Anna. The others were already next to the orphanage owner.

The observer couldn't take it anymore, "STOP IT! DON'T-DON'T GO! YOU DON'T KNOW THE HELL YOU'RE PUTTING THESE KIDS THROUGH!" She collapsed, burying her tear-brimmed eyes into her hands, "Please. Mom. Dad. Don't leave me here. I-I can't watch this again! PLEASE!" Thunder crashed down once more.

Ami sprung up in bed with a cold sweat. She wiped it off onto her blue sheets. Glancing to her side, she saw that Fiore hadn't budged. Her and Markus were the lucky ones. Their memories of that night were minimal. Afterwards, her hands blindly searched for her memory book underneath her bed. After a few minutes of groping around for it, she found it's brown leather casing. Pulling that and a small flashlight out, she went back under her sheets. Flipping the flashlight on, she found her way to the page that calmed her down after the nightmares.

5th Birthday: Mom tried to bake me a cake, but failed miserably. The oven was almost in fire, but Dad came in time with a fire extinguisher and another cake. Mom starting yelling at him for expecting that she'd fail. I was laughing my head off. Best. Birthday. Ever.

Her eyes scanned the page over and over, until her adrenaline slowed down. Her hand unknowingly found its way to her necklace. Relaxed, she laid back down on her bed, clutching the journal to her chest and drifted off nightmare-less sleep.

Raimund was the last to wake up (but that was never new) the next morning. Like Ami, he had been woken up by a similar nightmare, but in his their parents were green monsters, who spoke in code.

Looking around, he noticed the house guests had left, "Where'd Alfred and Arthur go?"

Ami, who was currently in the midst of eating a slice of cold pizza, "Thwya swaird thway hwad to go hwoame earwly. Thway prowmisffed to cwome to wour dwance cfowmfwatition nwext weekwend wiff swome fweinds."

"Swallow before you talk," The other blonde yawned loudly and plopped himself down onto the couch.

Doing as she was told, Ami started to explain again, but this time with an empty mouth, "They said they had to go home early. They promised to come to our dance competition next week with some friends. There! Are you happy now?"

"They know where it is?" He asked.

"I got Al's cell phone number and I'm going to text him the address. They said they're at the Cape for a few weeks and their friends live close by," She explained as she passed him a plate stacked with cold pepperoni pizza.

"Not hungry," He pushed the pizza back with a distasteful look.

He knew what she was going to say, and she did, "More for me!" She scarfed the slices down quicker than you could say 'pepperoni'.

Most people would find that a bit odd, but that was average for her. If Fiore didn't make dinner for her, Ami would probably eat fast food for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Thankfully, she danced a lot to work it off.

Arthur nervously called his friend's cell phone number.

"Ve~ Hello Arthur!" The Italian's voice said into the phone.

"Feli. Get Ludwig, Roderich, and Vash to come to our Cape Cod summer home. It's urgent," and with that he hung up the phone.

A/N: Is it bad that I loved writing the nightmare part?

I AM STILL TAKING REQUESTS FOR FUTURE COUPLES (I might make a kid based off of it)!

~DemonMuffinChan