Anya flinched, feeling something flicking at the edge of her nose, and sneezed. She was forced to sit up. "u-..uhhg.." She coughed, water coming from the back of her throat. -I almost drowned.. God that hurt... I thought dreams were always painless?- She rubbed her head as she slowly opened her eyes, a huge grin was lingering by her face. "W.. WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?" She batted it away, but it only swept away like dust would.

"Hey dude! Chill out that's my face!" That familiar Texas drawl. Soon he reappeared in front of her, his long stripped bushy tail flicked her noise again as his cat ears twitched on his head.

"A- Alfred?" she looked around for the male, her brows lowered. "Oh hell no! You better not come out! I'll kick your ass for throwing me down that mother fucking hole into this piece of sh-"

His hand covered her mouth, muffling her words. "Hey hey hey! Don't speak like that here, there are ears all around us you know, you better not piss off the queen."

His hand was slapped away. "FUCK THAT, YOU THREW ME IN A HOLE! I'M GUNA KICK YOUR ASS!" She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and he disappeared into dust again.

She growled, and he reappeared on the branch of a tree. "Geez dude, you get beaten up for helping a person these days!"

"Help me? You didn't help anyone! Now everyone is trapped in the place!"

"Heh... I'm trying to help you let go, Anya. You understand?"

He disappeared again. "No, I don't understand and no one is helping me!"

He reappeared sitting cross legged in front of her, his tail twitching behind him. "I'm trying, darlin'. You gotta give me time."

Anya looked at him, lowering her brows. "My heart... My dreams... What's next?"

Alfred's brows lowered at the sadness in her voice, and he wrapped his tail around her waist, pulling her into his lap. "Don't you worry, I'll make sure you're outta this room as fast as possible." He slid his arms around her tightly.

She watched him as she plopped into his lap, and sighed as she held onto his shoulders. "That didn't answer my question, Alfred..." She mumbled as she flicked his ear.

"The room I'm guarding is the room that'll lead you through your past." He kept his head hanging over her shoulder as he spoke to the ground. "It'll point out every single little mistake you've made. I'm not guna lie to ya' sweetheart, it'll hurt."

Anya stayed still, not wanting to move at all. She actually started to whimper. "I wanna go home... just take me home, Alfred...please?"

Alfred glared at the ground as the tone in her voice became sad, she was begging. "I wish I could...But from here on out I'm guna be with you every step, okay?" He rubbed her back gently. "I promise you, darlin'."

She nodded slowly, and backed away from him, rubbing her eyes. "Y..yea. Just get me outta here already.."

Alfred smiled a little bit, patting her head. "You have to lead the way, you have the key..." He pointed to the key that was cuffed on her wrist.

She stared at it, sighing a bit as she looked around for a door. "Where is the door, Alfred?"

He handed her a few pieces of chalk. "It's your past, you decide were to draw it."

Anya stared at the chalk, then slowly stood up, there was some sort of wall that kept them from going any farther into the forest. -I can't turn back now... even if I wanted to...- She slowly started to draw a large circle door.

Alfred watched her patiently, she slowly pulled away from the wall, and blinked. When she opened her eyes, there was the circle shaped door, wooden and waiting to be opened. She stared at the sign hung carefully on the knob. "Criticism."

"...I'm doing this...to go home..." She looked down at the keyhole, it was surrounded by childhood drawings she had made. "There's not turning back..." She gently pushed the key into the keyhole, turning it.

The tumblers inside made a loud click as the door crept open, and Alfred was suddenly by her side. "Ready?" He brushed his hand against hers with a smile.

She grabbed onto his hand tightly, nodding. "Ready..."

Alfred slowly stepped out of the room, still holding onto her hand, turning to her as she followed him out. The first memory had come quickly, and it surprised Anya. There was was a younger version of Anya, smiling to her sister, who was waving to her. "Anya-chan!"

"Nee-chaaaan!" Anya jumped into her sister's arms, and Isole giggled a little bit, holding her sister tightly.

"I'm so happy to see you, Anya. Ireland has been trying harder and harder to keep us apart." She nuzzled into Anya's tiny figure.

Anya laughed a little bit. "But I'm with my nee-chan now! so we can play!"

Isole nodded, leaning over to her sister, to face her. "Hey, Anya-chan, you wanna play a prank on Ireland?~"

Anya nodded, giggling as she ran off with her sister towards Ireland's home.

Alfred sighed a bit, pointing at the fading image. "This day, was the last time you saw Isole," he stopped, counting on his fingers. "...for 10 years."

He watched Anya's brows lower, and she slowly moved closer to him, hugging his arm tightly at the memory. "...So they're forcing it out of me? Every single memory.."

Alfred sighed, nodding slowly. "that's what we gotta do to get you back home, darlin'." He continued to walk forward, at a quick pace. "Hopefully we can make this go by quickly, I'd hate for you to have to stay here for much longer..." He looked off to the side, muttering. "People go insane in places like this..."

Anya kept up with him, walking passed countless over grown mushrooms and spider webs. "Alfred...?"

"Yea?" He looked down to her, his eyes glowing a bit.

"Why...is everything so big here?"

"Hah!~ No no Anya, these aren't big, you're just small."

Anya's brows started to arch, she thought he was making a joke about her height. "Stop making fun of me, you're really staring to piss me off!"

He waved his hands. "No! I really mean it, this is your mind, Anya. This is how you see yourself out in the world." He gave her a sad smile. "Small, and insignificant."

Anya's brows started to lower slowly. "...that's why?" She stared at the bushes around them.

"Yes, that's why Anya." He nudged her shoulder.

Anya stopped as another image floated in front of her.

Anya was sitting at Arthur's piano, practicing. Arthur smiled as he watched, and then slowly Ludwig crept into the room, listening to the music she produced. Arthur only noticed after Anya was done playing, and he turned to the German. "Ahh...Ludwig."

Anya pressed her hands down onto the keys at the name, hanging her head down in embarrassment. If she had known he was standing there, she wouldn't have carried on. The German smiled politely at Arthur and Anya. "Guten Abend." He said softly.

Arthur nodded his head. "If you'll excuse me for a moment, then we'll have our discussion."

"Not a problem at all." Ludwig slowly walked passed Arthur as he walked out. Towards Anya, who was still nervously fiddling with the keys. He leaned down, his arms on either side of her, and he started to make a familiar tune. "You play quiet beautifully, Anya."

He hands were hovering over the keys now, she was watching his hand move along smoothly. "U..uhm, thank you, Germany sir."

"How many times must I say it, Anya?" He chuckled a bit, softly nuzzling into her hair, taking in her scent. "Call me Ludwig." Her grabbed her wrists softly, they were tiny in his hands. "Here...let me help you..."

He started to guide her hands over the keys he had been playing, and then that memory faded.

Alfred had his head turned away from her, and sighed. "That's the day you fell in love." He looked back to Anya. "Not only with Ludwig, but with music. Your love of music gave you the ability to see the beauty in everything and everyone, but somehow you had forgotten there were some songs that were meant to be dark an evil. You fell too hard too fast and you ended up shattering as you hit the floor."

Anya slowly nodded. "I know, I've been reminded of this many times, Alfred." She continued on sadly. "For some reason I'm still surprised by it all..."

Alfred walked with her, sighing. "Now I think I oughta tell ya'," He kept his stare at the ground as he spoke. "This next one, it's guna hurt. I've seen it."

"What is it...?" She looked up at him.

"I can't just tell you, sweetheart." He looked back to her. "I can only lead you to it, the rest will be up to you."

Anya nodded, the road they were walking was now becoming narrower, the forest became closer to them as eyes batted their lashes, glowing off the moonlight above them. She slowly started to become drowsy, and then she heard a giggle. She looked up, and an image suddenly threw itself in front of her.

Her little brother, Oublie, was running anxiously out of her home. She called after him, she was younger but only by three years. "Obby! Please be careful!~"

He laughed, running towards town. "I will be sis!"

The memory faded, and Anya tilted her head a bit. "That didn't hurt me, it was only Obby." She smiled at the thought of her brother.

Alfred closed his eyes, staying silent for a minute. "That was the day he was told he could fight for his independence."

Anya's smile faded as she shuttered, and forced herself to walk again. "Alright, lets go."

Her voice cracked, and Alfred noticed it. He stayed still, and lowered his brows as he pulled her into him, hugging her tightly. "Admit it..." he nuzzled against her head softly. "You have to admit you're hurt...the door won't show up unless you admit that it hurt you."

"No...it didn't hurt me..." She pushed on him, wiggling. "Let go of me."

Alfred listened to the tone in her voice, it revealed that she was holding in a lot more than she should. He pulled her away from him, looking her in the eye. "Anya, you know that's a lie, you're a terrible liar."

She shoved him away from her, angrily. "Shut the fuck up, Alfred!"

"I told you, I have to get you outta here!" He growled.

"I'm not admitting to something that isn't true!"

"You're going to stand here and let yourself believe that? You're little brother, your own little brother walking out on you doesn't h-"

"FINE!" Anya interrupted. "It fucking hurt! It hurt me more than anything ever has in my life! Are you happy now? Take me home!" She curled up, leaning against the trunk of a twisted tree, sniffing.

Alfred placed his hand on her forehead gently. "Anya..." He flinched as she suddenly fell back, into the tree, as it it were just a hologram. "Anya!" He tried to reach for her as she fell, but he could go through it like she did.

Anya found herself falling again curled up tightly. She couldn't scream, the tears looked like bubbles as they were pulled from her face. She let herself relax. -Oublie...- she felt herself break through another roof, coughing loudly as she felt the pain rush through her spine. "Goddamn it!" She winced, and closed her eyes tightly. Every move she made brought pain to her body. She let her arms fall limply to the front of her. -N..no..- She took a deep breath.

Then she was cold...