"So, he's woken up?" Antonio asked Alfred as he came down the stairs. It seemed like he was waiting at the foot of the stairs for him.

"Yeah," Alfred nodded as he walked over to the couch and sat down.

"You aren't running over into your little computer room?" Antonio asked, obviously dumbfounded.

"Shut up," Alfred picked up a pillow from the couch and chucked it at him. "Don't spoil my good mood."

"Since when are you in a good mood?" Antonio laughed. Alfred rolled his eyes and grabbed onto the TV remote, turning the TV on.

"That Gilbert is pretty cool," Mathew said happily, floating down from the ceiling and landing safely in front of the TV.

"I know, right?" Alfred laughed. "But is there anything wrong with the stairs?" Mathew just giggled as Francis stepped into the room from the kitchen. "Yo, Francy Pants. You got any more of that soup left?"

"We have plenty of Arthur's," Francis offered.

"Um, no. That shit's nasty," Alfred laughed.

"Is Arthur still up there?" Francis asked, looking up at the ceiling.

"He keeps spouting things about how he's the one that's supposed to fix the world," Alfred sighed with a wave of his hand. "Something about the white hair and red eye combo."

"Well, white hair does signify an unusual power," Mathew offered.

"What I'm wondering is when did mind reading become rare?" Alfred asked. "Isn't that, like, a classic movie superhero power?"

"It's telepathy and telekinesis," Antonio corrected.

"So, if white hair shows a rare power," Alfred said. "What do red eyes mean?"

"There are two important people with white hair," Arthur finally came down the stairs. "It doesn't signify a rare power, it's just that those people with it have that hair color. It was common for anyone born with white hair to be treated extremely well back when people with that power were everywhere."

"Does the other one have red eyes?" Mathew asked.

Arthur shook his head. "Violet, or so I've heard. The red eyes mean telekinesis and telepathy. But the violet mean the ability to sense those with a special power."

"Woah, you mean like he could find us without knowing what we look like?" Alfred asked.

"Yes," Arthur nodded. "People like that were valuable when they were common. They could help see if certain people had a power. Like if it were a criminal, if they had aid from something. Or if they needed help drafting in an army, people with a power were very helpful. Sadly, I think there is only one of those in this world."

"Why is there only one, Arthur?" Francis asked, leaning against the couch.

"The gene naturally skips four generations," Arthur shrugged. "It's not like that with the others and no one knows why it does, but it just happened. They used to be plentiful enough, but eventually the families that had that power were killed off. There is only one family for each now. They've worked hard to keep themselves alive for long enough for another one to come up. It's strange that they were on the same generation, though."

"We're back!" Feli announced happily and Alfred heard the front door close. Feli and Lovino were sent off to get firewood and kindling. They had a fireplace rather than a heater for some reason, so they usually had Antonio start the fire and it would last all night.

"You know, now that I know about that guy that can track us, I'm slightly scared of using my powers," Alfred muttered.

"It is true we don't know what side he's on," Arthur said.

"But why would he go against people just like him?" Antonio asked.

"People have reasons for everything," Arthur said solemnly.

"What are you all talking about?" Feli asked as he and his twin stepped into the room.

"Artie's just being a nerd about history," Alfred said, finally turning his attention towards the TV. It was on the news, probably from the last time Arthur was watching it. There was a nicely dressed news lady with perfect hair talking very seriously. That was why Alfred hated the news. Everyone was too stuck up and serious.

"Well known billionaire, Derek Bilonwal, is holding a press conference and we were lucky enough to get a reporter and camera in the room," the lady spoke. There was an image next to her that looked like a press conference.

"Hey guys, shut up for a second," Alfred said, not looking away from the TV.

"When did you get so interested in the news?" Arthur smirked.

"It's the billionaire dude," Alfred said.'

"Bilonwal?" Francis asked, leaning over the couch to look at the TV.

"Yeah, sh," Alfred said.

The screen turned to the press conference. Derek Bilonwal was standing in center screen, behind a podium. Alfred had only heard of him and never seen him in person before. He had harsh, blue eyes and very clean, short brown hair. He looked old and very mean.

"I am aware that my business is going through a…slight hiccup," he said, his voice dull and boring. "I have had to be away on certain business for a while and I have been a bit distracted with a new project. But I am back and I will make sure we get over this small bump."

Reporters started raising their hands and speaking loudly to get attention. He pointed to one behind the current reporter.

"What 'certain business' were you out on?" a woman asked firmly.

"I have been working on a top secret new project," he said smoothly. "I am afraid I can give you no details, but it will most certainly improve mankind."

"So, what does his company do, again?" Alfred asked.

"The real question is what it doesn't do," Francis muttered.

"I guarantee his project has something to do with exterminating us," Lovino said sourly.

"He's practically ensured world peace, right?" Arthur asked.

"Wait," Alfred said quickly. He heard a question that sounded important and rewound it so he could hear the question.

"What do you think of the rumors that you're harboring freaks of nature?" a man asked. "People that can do unnatural things?"

"Anybody like that I would not call a freak of nature," Derek smiled. "Those rumors are completely false. I do not have anything like that in any of my facilities."

"Explain the occurrences happening in Burdensbrow," a reporter demanded. "We know there's a facility of yours near there."

"I have only recently heard of the events there," Derek said simply. "I, personally, do not even understand the rumors of what happened."

"Liar," Antonio muttered.

"So you are denying having anything to do with that?" a woman asked.

"From what I've heard," Derek said, "people started talking out of their own will, saying things they didn't mean to say. How on Earth could a human like me do anything like that?"

"What are your opinions on the rising suspicions of freaks walking the Earth?" the reporter for the news channel asked.

"I do not believe they exist," Derek stated as Arthur walked up to the TV and turned it off.

"I wish the world was still like when everyone knew we existed," Arthur sighed.

"And when nobody called us freaks," Alfred grumbled.

"He's a fucking liar," Lovino snapped.

"We don't know for sure if he's keeping the telepath," Arthur sighed. "Gilbert being here is enough proof for that."

"Oh, did he finally wake up?" Feli asked happily, ignoring the depressing state of the last conversation.

"Oui," Francis nodded.

"Turns out he actually made Alfred happy," Antonio laughed.

"You should probably set the firewood down in the pit," Arthur stated.

"Should we really have Toni use his power with that guy around?" Alfred asked.

"He can find you even if you just sit there doing nothing, Alfred," Arthur stated. "It doesn't matter what we do."

"I guess," Alfred murmured as Feli and Lovino started for the fireplace and started setting up the wood. "Do you think he's already found us?"


"We really need to find them, Ivan," Derek was pacing in his presidential suite, right in front of the sliding glass door to the balcony.

"Obviously," Ivan nodded, he couldn't help but grin at the distress Derek was going through. The room they were in was simple, basically just a sitting room. It had an L-shaped, yellow couch that faced out to the balcony. It had a large, glass table with a wooden base in front of it. In front of that was an elaborate looking oak desk with a large flat screen TV in it. On the opposite wall of the balcony, there was the front door. On either side of the room were doors to other rooms Ivan hadn't seen. He had just slept on the couch for the one night they've stayed there.

"Don't be so smug," Derek snapped.

"You seem distressed, da?" Ivan giggled slightly.

"Do not sass me," Derek stopped and glared at him. Ivan put his hands up in surrender.

"If this is so important, you should not have brought me with you," Ivan stated. "You could have left me to try to find them."

"On the bright side," Derek sighed, "we were able to find the other Belshmidt."

"You did?" Ivan's heart sank. He was hoping that one would get away.

"As you say, da," Derek continued pacing. "Once we get back to Burdensbrow, I will have to interrogate him myself to see if he managed to kill his brother. Then I'll just kill him off for trying to run away."

"Why kill him?" Ivan asked.

"He ran away," Derek stated. "He obviously did something wrong."

"I am still wondering why you needed me here with you," Ivan stated.

"You are important Ivan," Derek said, like it was obvious. "Why the hell else would I keep trying to find you while you keep running away?"

"You like my company?" Ivan laughed.

"Bear in mind, you're still a freak, Ivan," Derek said bluntly and Ivan felt a twinge of anger flash through him. "You are only here so you can help get rid of the rest of the freaks out there."

"Right," Ivan sighed. "And my sisters?"

"About that Ivan," Derek said. Ivan knew that voice. He was being a sadistic bastard again. "Gilbert told me something interesting."

"Da?" Ivan asked. He wanted to know what he was getting at.

"You told him what he can do?" Derek demanded.

"I did not know I couldn't," Ivan said quickly. He would have to try to talk himself out of this one.

"Not the best decision, Ivan," Derek sighed. There was a long pause before he spoke again. "Another thing that came across is that a kiss happened."

"Is that a problem?" Ivan asked innocently and Derek's eyes narrowed.

"You were not even supposed to know him in the first place," Derek snapped. "A relationship is not going to start ruining our plan, you understand?"

"So what does this have to do with my sisters?" Ivan asked.

"You know what?" Derek scratched at the side of his head. "I'm gonna be nice. This is just a warning. If anything, and I do mean anything, goes wrong from here on out, I give you no promises your sisters will get back to you alive."

"I understand," Ivan nodded. This was getting dangerous. If he knew Ivan was stalling finding those seven…He was dead with his sisters. He started tapping his fingers impatiently on the couch, a nervous habit he recently picked up.

"Will you be able to find Gilbert once we get back, if he's alive?" Derek asked irritably.

"Easily," Ivan stated.

"Good," Derek sighed, going over to one of the doors that led to what Ivan supposed was the master bedroom. "Get to that as soon as we get back home."

"Home, sweet home," Ivan muttered sarcastically as Derek went into the room, closing the door.


Lately, I feel like I've been losing motivation for this story... I think I might go through a short hiatus... But we will see how it goes for later.

Please review! It's one of the only things that keep me writing.

And I do not own Hetalia or Snow White.