Ivan watched as Gilbert twitched, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, and then fell over with a thump on the ground. As Gilbert fell, he revealed a man behind him with short clipped brown hair and cold, blue eyes. He was holding a walking stick out just where Gilbert was. It sparked with electricity for a second and the man brought it down to the ground so he leaned on it.

"Good work, Ivan," he spoke happily.

"привет, Derek," Ivan said, staring down at the unconscious Gilbert.

"You know I do not speak Russian," Derek sighed as people came in behind him to pick Gilbert up.

"It means hello," Ivan sighed irritably.

"Now, let's talk about you running away again," Derek said and Ivan finally looked back up at him. "This is your fault because we had to find you."

"How is it my fault?" Ivan asked simply.

"I was talking with Gilbert when I heard of your disappearance. Because I had to leave, he didn't take that medicine we've been having him take so things like this don't happen," Derek said irritably.

"How is it my fault you have a bad system of doing this?" Ivan asked.

"I know you're supposed to be off finding the other freaks in this world," Derek sighed. "But this one comes first. When I tell you to watch him, you best watch him."

"It is not my job to keep up this twisted world your family created," Ivan said.

"You were hired to help keep this wonderful world the way it is now," Derek said. "Did this endeavor bring about anything?"

"I think I found where those seven live," Ivan said. He couldn't believe he was doing all this for him.

"Pray tell," Derek nodded towards him.

"All I can tell so far is that it's the forest over there," Ivan nodded his head to the left, where the forest was.

"We've sent dozens of search parties there already, Ivan," Derek sighed. As far as Ivan knew, these 7 were the last people that knew of Gilbert. Everyone else thought people like him were just a fairy tale. So Derek was dead set on making sure they never saw the light of day again.

"Well, now we know they are there for sure," Ivan shrugged.

"Find them," Derek growled at him. "You were the only freak out there I could trust, now I'm not so sure. Prove me wrong." He turned towards the door of the house Ivan was renting out. "Now I have to go clean up that mess you created."

The door slammed shut and Ivan sighed. This whole thing started with him trying to protect his sisters from this man's wrath. But they still got sucked into this whole thing. It was getting dangerous at this point. But if he refused what this man wanted, his sisters would be the ones paying the price.

This world really was messed up. According to the stories, Gilbert was the only one that could help it. All Ivan had to do was help him get out and he could get away this time. And maybe those seven might be able to actually help him.


Gilbert sat up right quickly, gasping for air. He looked around and saw the white walls and the white furniture, and the computer with the plastic screen. He was sitting in his white bed. He groaned and held his head. That couldn't have just been a dream. It felt so real. The grass, the fresh air…the kiss. Gilbert shuddered and stood up, going over to the computer. There wasn't a plate of food like usual. That was weird…

Gilbert didn't even have a chance to turn the computer on when he heard the door open and the man walk in.

"Hey, really quick before you start asking your questions," Gilbert turned around in his chair to look at him.

"Is it about that nightmare you were having?" the man leaned against the back of the couch.

"Nightmare?" Gilbert asked.

"I came in earlier to check if you had really taken your medicine yesterday," the man sighed. "But you were sound asleep. You kept on turning back and forth and muttering. I didn't hear what you were saying, though."

"That couldn't have been a dream," Gilbert placed his head in his hand.

"Care to share what happened?" the man asked.

"Nothing," Gilbert shook his head as he turned towards the computer again, staring at the blank screen. It didn't show a reflection of himself for some odd reason. Was that Ivan guy really just his imagination? A dream would explain why he randomly kissed him for no reason…

"So did you take your medicine?" the man asked calmly.

"Ja," Gilbert lied as he stared at the screen. "Hey, why can't I see myself in the screen of this computer? That doesn't make sense."

"I don't understand what you're talking about," the man laughed.

"Aren't you supposed to see your reflection in things like this?" Gilbert asked.

"Gilbert, if you wanted to know what you looked like, you could just ask me," the man said.

"Okay then, what color are my eyes?" Gilbert turned towards him.

"Blue," the man stated simply, but there was something in his eyes…

He was lying.

"What color is my hair?" Gilbert asked. He knew the answer to this one, because he tested it himself.

"Why the sudden interest?" the man asked casually.

"Why are you changing the subject?" Gilbert asked just as casually. Something was off here. He was acting more reserved than normal. When he said nothing, Gilbert sighed. "So, why no food today?"

"That's for not taking the medicine," the man stated bluntly. "I know you lied to me about taking them."

"Go find them if they're so important," Gilbert stated, turning back to the computer. Then he thought of a way to see if that really was a dream.

"Just tell me where they are, Gilbert," the man sighed. But Gilbert didn't answer. He started concentrating really hard on the computer. Ivan said he had telekinesis, right? That was moving things with his mind, correct? He imagined it lifting up just a centimeter. And that was when it happened. It moved up about an inch from the desk. Gilbert looked back at the man quickly and looked back to the computer quickly. It fell quietly back onto the desk.

"Um, I think they're under my bed somewhere," Gilbert muttered, staring at his computer. Then he turned around and looked carefully at the man. He took a deep breath and concentrated really hard, to see if he could read his mind.

"Damn kid," the man muttered, but his lips didn't move. Gilbert blinked for a second, then he stood up and walked past his bed and leaned against the wall opposite the one the man came through.

"So, I was dreaming since you left in that panic?" Gilbert asked.

"I suppose," the man stated flatly. He was currently trying to find the pills from underneath Gilbert's bed and he looked like an idiot.

"So, all of those headaches and crap I got, those weren't real?" Gilbert crossed his arms as he leaned against the wall.

"Not at all," the man said calmly, coming out of the bed. He looked like he was holding those pills.

"So I never went on the other side of that wall?" Gilbert pointed to the wall the man came out of.

The man blinked before replying. "Is that what you're dreaming of? Trust me, the real world is not what it is on television. You don't want to see it." He stood up and started walking over to Gilbert.

"Yeah," Gilbert chuckled. "In my dream, I met this weird guy and all of this weird shit was happening. And then he took me to this house, where I'm not sure, but I think I kissed him."

"You did what?" the man sputtered and stopped walking.

"Weird, right?" Gilbert laughed and held out his hand for the pills. "You know, I'm not sure, but I think his name was Ivan. Anyway, my dream ended right after that. Actually, right after he told me that I was a telepath or some shit. I've never had such a weird dream in a while, gotta say."

"He did what?" the man said through clenched teeth.

"Something wrong?" Gilbert asked, pretending to be innocent. He had messed with the man before, but he never had anything to mess with him with. Until now. "I never thought one of my dreams could make you so mad."

"It's nothing," the man sighed irritably and Gilbert smirked.

"Do you know what's weird, though?" Gilbert asked. "From what I've read on the internet, the people you see in dreams are people you've seen in real life. There were a lot of people in that dream, but I've only seen you for my entire life."

"Must have been stars from all those movies you watch," the man smiled, but it was obviously fake, as he handed Gilbert the pills.

"You sure it's alright for me to take these?" Gilbert asked. "I mean, they've been under my bed for a while. And I think I see lint on one of them."

Just take the damn pill! That was his thought. However, what he said was different. "Would you like some water, then?"

"I would love some," Gilbert smirked. He was pretty damn happy at how he was affecting him.

When did he start becoming such a brat? He thought as he pulled out a plastic cup from his pocket and went into the bathroom and the sink started. Gilbert concentrated hard on the door and he saw it move slightly.

"Hey, so I hope you don't mind if I do this," Gilbert sighed. The man turned around and was about to say something, but Gilbert quickly slammed the door shut with his mind. He concentrated on the door locking and there was a click. The door knob was jiggling, but it wasn't opening. There was pounding on the door. "Awesome," Gilbert smiled to himself.

Next was the wall that separated for the man to come through. He didn't know how to try to open that, though. He was still new to this whole thing. He dropped his pills and started feeling the wall for cracks to see if that would help him. But there was nothing there. He hummed as he heard threats coming from the man as the door was slammed against again.

Suddenly, the wall separated and Gilbert took a step back, afraid it was someone coming to help the man, but no one was on the other side of the door. He took a step out of his room and looked around. No one was at the computers and no one was at the end of the hall.

Run! Someone's thought cut into Gilbert's head harshly. Gilbert took another step and was about to ask if anyone was there. But Run! made it into his thoughts again. It sent a spurt of pain through his head.

"Jeez, okay," Gilbert muttered and started running. "Think quieter next time…"

While he was running, he ran through many random hallways and turns and he felt like he knew exactly where he was going. Every turn he was sure would get him out of whatever this place was. He didn't even slow down when he took turns, which turned out having him ram into walls. He kept running until he came up to a door that looked like it was some kind of an air lock. For some reason he couldn't explain, he knew that the outside was on the other side of the door. He heard footsteps running towards him from down the hall and grabbed onto what he figured the handle was of the door and the door flew open.

"Gilbert!" he heard that man's voice as he ran out of the door and the sunlight nearly blinded him. He turned quickly to his left and nearly slipped on the grass, but he somehow magically kept his balance and kept running. Before he knew it, he made it into that town he met Ivan in. But he didn't stop, even as he almost ran into people.

He saw tall trees appear behind some houses and started running for those. He could still hear the people running after him behind him. And he was starting to run out of breath.

As he made it to where the forest started, there was a group of people just standing there. He tried to avoid them, but he couldn't help running into one of them. He couldn't tell who it was, but he heard him grunt as he was slammed into a tree.

"Sorry!" Gilbert called out and he could have sworn he heard an echo, but he kept running. He barely avoided running face first into several trees as he ran and slowly, the footsteps started fading. Until they were gone altogether. He ran for a couple more minutes before he slowed down and slammed his back into a tree. He started gasping for air as he dropped himself down to the ground. He had never had to run in his life and his legs felt weak and he felt like he was about to throw up.

Just a short rest. And then he would start moving again.


"So, his plan is to just come and talk to locals," Alfred sighed to Francis as Arthur left their group to talk to some of the people living in the town of Burdensbrow.

"I guess," Francis shrugged.

"There really is no better plan," Antonio said. Then started complaining to Lovino, who was refusing to let him touch him. "Come on, Lovi! All I want to do is pinch those pretty red cheeks of yours!"

Lovino's face turned a dark shade of red. "That's exactly why I'm not letting you near me!" Lovino yelled at him, bringing Feli inbetween them. "Damn tomato bastard!"

"You know you love me, Lovi~" Antonio purred. "Te amo, Lovi…"

"I do not think your approach to l'amour is working quite well, mon ami," Francis pointed out casually.

"Fratello," Feli complained. "Why are you using me as your shield?"

"I'm surrounded by idiots," Alfred sighed. This was why he was standing away from the others. Alfred looked over to the town and he heard some people starting to complain. All of a sudden, someone came up from behind some houses and started running for the forest. And right at their group. He looked pretty terrified, Alfred noticed, and then he slammed right into Alfred. He grunted in pain as he was sent right into a tree. All he saw was a bob of white hair disappear into the forest.

"Sorry," Alfred didn't know why he just said that, but he noticed that the others said it, too. The whole town practically said it. All at the same time.

And then what looked like a small army of people came out from behind the houses. The all ran past their group quickly and into the forest behind that man that ran into Alfred.

"Mon dieu," Francis muttered.

"That was scary," Feli muttered.

"Man up!" Lovino snapped.

"What was that?" Antonio asked.

"Arthur!" Alfred called out, running after where he saw Arthur go.


Ludwig stepped into the small, windowless room that they would use to brief people on missions. He had been here for a while, but this was his first time being sent off on a mission. He had given people missions before, but this wasn't the same. Sure he kept his composure, but he was nervous.

The room was basic. There was a wooden desk in the middle with two chairs on either side. Right over that desk was a lamp that hung from the ceiling, giving the room it's only light.

"Ludwig Belshmidt, da?" a creepy voice with a Russian accent asked from the chair behind the desk.

"Ja," Ludwig nodded and sat down on the chair in front of him.

"So," the man in front of Ludwig sighed. Ludwig just got his first good look at him. He had snow white hair and deep violet eyes. He wore a simple, black jacket zipped all the way up and a thick looking scarf wrapped around his neck. He didn't say anything for a while. He looked like he really didn't want to be there.

"My mission?" Ludwig asked.

"You are to go after your brother," the man sighed.

"I am to what?" Ludwig asked. His first mission was to go after his own brother, he couldn't believe it. "He's escaped?"

"For the second time," the man said. He looked like doing this was really paining him. "You will find him in the forest next to Burdensbrow, he probably hasn't gone too far."

"Is there anything else?" Ludwig asked. He hadn't seen his brother in nearly 18 years. That was the only reason he started working here in the first place, because he thought that would get him to see Gilbert again. But he didn't expect it would end up like this.

"Da," Ivan nodded. He closed his eyes. The next thing he said sounded like it was being recited from a piece of paper. "You are to put one bullet through his head, another in his heart, and bring back the dead body as proof he is dead."

Ludwig felt his eyes widen in surprise. "You want me to kill my bruder?" Ludwig asked.

The man sighed. "Da," he nodded.

"Why me?" Ludwig asked.

"Because you are the one who knows him best," the man sighed. "You do not have a choice in this. Either you do it or you die and someone else kills him."

"What are you implying?" Ludwig asked.

"Think about it this way," the man leaned forward onto the desk. "If any of the people here get their hands on him, it won't just be death he will face. People are cruel to anyone like him. At least this way, you can make sure he dies peacefully."

"Danken," Ludwig sighed. The man had a point. But Ludwig wasn't sure he could bring himself to even aim a gun at his only surviving family.

"I have sisters," the man stated. "I know how important family is. That is why I suggested you."

Ludwig nodded at him and stood up. "I appreciate that," Ludwig nodded to him and turned towards the door.

"Good luck, then," the man said.

Ludwig slowly left the room. No matter what happened after this, he wasn't going to be coming back. Either he would die for not killing Gilbert or he would quit for having to kill his own brother.

Either way he was dead.


So my OC does get a name... Don't worry, though, he doesn't appear too much later. And Ludwig gets his entrance! So happy!

Reviews are like comfy hugs!

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.