The next mourning, everyone was seated around the table. The tension in the room made it hard to even breathe. Conrad and Gwendal like always let no sign of agitation grace their faces even if their insides were twisted with knots. Greta fidgeted in her seat, while Alford held her hand. Cheri and Murata looked on with concern. Gunter for the most part remained quiet in his seat looking more serious than he had in years. Yuuri's head was slightly bowed; looking at the plate in front of him like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Wolfram looked around the table only to have everyone avoid looking at him directly. After several rounds of this, Wolfram blood began to boil.

The boy was taught, no matter the situation or whom you are facing, you held your head high and face the problem heads on. Wolfram looked around the table, all the cowardly faces was getting to him. Obviously they wanted to look at him but are afraid to do so. The boy had already been force to stay in a strange place, he'll be damned that he'll have these people tip toe around him.

Forcefully, Wolfram stood up knocking the chair over, effectively getting everyone's attention.

"Do I really look him that much? Come on; get it out of your systems. Stop looking at me from the corner of your eyes and look at me directly," the boy ordered.

Wolfram crossed his arms around his chest so often done by the prince himself. Wolfram looked at everyone at the table in the eye; openly displaying himself to the people he hardly knew to try to get rid of the awkward tension.

Wolfram looked at the man in black with eyes still downcast, "You, why are you not looking like everyone else?"

"Wolfram, don't speak to Yuuri like that," Greta interrupted.

Wolfram ignored what Greta said and continued.

"Of all the people here, I thought you would be the one person that most wanted to look at the face of your dead fiancé, or is this face not to your liking anymore? What's wrong did I hit a nerve? I never expected the king to be such a coward. No that's not it, you are afraid of something. What is it Yuuri? What did you do to your fiancé that made you so afraid to look at my face? Whatever it was, it doesn't matter anymore; he's dead. Whatever similarities you see is only skin deep. You will soon fine that I am a completely different person from him. You can avoid looking at me all you want, but unless you get through whatever hurdle you setup for yourself, you will never be able to let go. Do you hear me, Yuuri?"

Yuuri's body stiffened up, his jaw clenched painfully. The king tried to shut out the words that flow out of the boy's mouth, but the words pierce through his heart painfully. All Yuuri could think about was how this boy could know him so well. They barely even spoke to each other. Somehow that boy is able to read him like a book. Yuuri brought his hands up to his ears refusing to listen to any more of Wolfram's tirade.

"Quiet," Yuuri hissed.

"What did you do to your fiancé? What was it Yuuri, did you cheat on him? Were you only using him? Did you not love him?"

"Shut Up," Yuuri shouted this time around.

"I will not have you blemished our relationship with your accusations. What we had together you can never understand. How can a boy like you understand me?"

"Obviously I can't understand you because you don't even understand yourself. Did Wolfram von Bielefeld understand you?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know? He's was your fiancé after all. Shouldn't you know these things? How they hell did he fall in love with you when you obviously didn't truly love him and to think I felt sorry for you."

"I do love him."

"I know that you are lying. I can feel it. You never loved him."

"No, you're wrong, I loved him."

"You may have loved him, but you weren't in love with him."

That stopped Yuuri completed in his tracks. That is what he told Wolfram so many years ago. How did this boy know?

Feeling a sudden rush of tears filling his black orbs, Yuuri quickly excuse himself from the table. He would not give this boy the satisfaction of seeing him cry.

"Does he always walk away when things get too tough for him to handle?"

The rest of the group remained quiet filled with unanswered questions of their own.

The king ran to the only place that have giving him any solace in the last 16 years. His legs gave out once he stood in front of Wolfram's grave. The crying man wrapped his arms around the tombstones sobbing like a child.

"Please forgive me Wolfram. I do love you. I do, please forgive me. I love you more than just a friend. I was young and stupid to not understand what I was feeling. Please I love you more than life itself. Please I just need you to believe me."

Yuuri remain in his position for hours, letting the tears flow freely. The boy's words caused the wounds to reopen deeper and more painfully than before.

"You want me to do what? Ok, don't get mad if I hurt you."

Conrad said nothing but his face betrayed it all. Conrad was enjoying himself. The Wolfram in front of him didn't seem to have the barrier around himself like the previous prince. It still strange to all of them, standing in front of them is Wolfram, yet at the same time isn't. They were glad to just have Wolfram back even if he has change.

The boy smirked a little knowing that man had no clue how good he is. Wolfram griped his sword just a little tighter while preparing himself. The brown hair soldier raised his sword in front of him defensively. Wolfram quickly moved towards the man. Swords clashed left and right. Gwendal looked intently on while his two brothers sparred together. Since the first time Gwendal saw the boy, he knew it was Wolfram. A smile almost graced his face when he saw some of the prince's stance and moves surface in front of him. Conrad was a little surprise how good Wolfram was at using his sword, but recovered quickly. The two continued until Wolfram couldn't take it anymore.

"Geez, what the hell, I thought I was in good shape, but you prove me otherwise."

"Don't worry about it. I am sure on Earth the exercise you do is no where as strenuous as a soldier's training."

"Just give me some time. I will be able to keep up with you."

"I look forward to it."

"Say Conrad, does Gwendal always look so constipated?"

Conrad couldn't be help laugh at the remark. Only Wolfram would be so daring to talk about the dark hair soldier like that and not be killed by his very hands.

"I would like to spar with you sometimes Wolfram," Gwendal stated.

"Sure, I don't see why not Gwendal. If I can stand my ground against this man, I sure you will be no problem as well."

"Such big words coming from such a small person," Gwendal said with almost a hint of amusement.

Wolfram gave Gwendal the prince's well know scowl. More and more of the prince's quirks were surfacing right in front of them. Gwendal just couldn't help but ruffle the boy's golden mane.

Even thought only three days has passed since he arrived at Shin Makoku, he felt at home, even more so than in New York. Wolfram knew deep down that the people around him still saw him as Wolfram von Bielefeld. They assured him that they knew he was Wolfram Evolym, but no matter how they tried to convince him, he knew the truth. Wolfram knew it was difficult for them to not see him as the prince due to their apparent similarities. What he didn't expect himself, he was having a hard them not seeing them as family as well.

"Looks like you are getting along well with everyone."

"Your Highness," Conrad and Gwendal both said.

"Hi Murata, where have you been" the boy asked.

"I went to check on Ulrike, she is recovering quite nicely. You'll be able to go home soon enough, that is if you still choose to."

"Why wouldn't I? This is after all not my home."

Both Conrad and Gwendal gripped their swords tighter hearing Wolfram's declaration of going home. The boy was still determined to leave.

"Wolfram may I speak to you in private," Murata asked.

"Sure."

The two soldiers left the sage and the blond to themselves.

"So, what do you want Murata?"

"As straight forward as ever. Sit Wolfram, this is going to take some time."

Wolfram did so.

"I had my doubts about bringing you here. But after seeing everyone so happy once again, I'm glad that I brought you here. I know you are still having a difficult time acknowledging that you are the prince. You should know you are as much Wolfram von Bielefeld as you are Wolfram Evolym. 16 years ago he died leaving behind the people that cared for him, especially his fiancé. The relationship between the prince and Yuuri was anything but normal. Shibuya never foresaw being engaged to a boy. You must understand Shibuya was original from Earth. He grew up in Japan where homosexuality is far greater frown upon than where you grew up in. He was brought to Shin Makoku at the age of 15, but unlike you he acting every bit his age back then. Almost right off the bat he slapped the prince and became engage to him. In the beginning, the princes hated the idea of being engaged to him, but somewhere along the line the prince fell in love with the boy back then. Being young and naïve, Shibuya couldn't forget what society imprinted on him. Until the day of his death, the prince tried everything to win Yuuri's heart; unfortunately Shibuya didn't realize how much he cares for the prince until it was too late."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I am telling you this because I want you to understand him a little bit more. I don't want all my efforts to go in vain. Can't you find it in your heart to forgive and love him once again?"

"Murata, there are things that should be left in the passed. Wolfram von Bielefeld died 16 years ago. I am Wolfram Evolym. Wolfram von Bielefeld loved Yuuri with all his heart and soul. He probably gave his life for that man. It seems like that man was too stupid to realize what he had. I cannot pretend to care for someone who doesn't deserve it. Things are fine the way they are now. No matter what, I am leaving when the time comes. Wolfram von Bielefeld is dead and should stay dead."

"Both of you guys are too stubborn."

"I'm sorry Murata, I know you only want to help your friend, but like I said before, I don't feel anything for him."

A/N:

Ok, there is finally going to be things happening. I won't spoil anything for you readers out there.

Once again I apologize for the mistakes.