Gilbert had finally worked up the will power to get out of the car and walk up to his brother's door step. Only, like the last time he needed someone, another came to the door with a questioning look on his face. Ludwig's boyfriend of three months came to the door. Ludwig is working late tonight. The same Italian smiled and hurried him in. Feliciano sat him down and got him a plate of pasta.

"So what brings you here, ve~?" He asks happily. Why not? They're not secrets anymore! Gilbert screamed inside his head. The flood gates of his eyes and mouth were open once again. Gilbert told Feliciano everything. He didn't want to dump all of his problems onto this poor soul but with Francis staying with Antonio and Romano, he had nowhere else to go.

Feliciano listened well. He even shed a tear for Gilbert. Once the albino was finished talking he looked up at Feliciano, hoping someone would be on his side. Someone, anyone. Feliciano seemed like the only one to fit that profile.

"Well Gilbert I understand completely…" Feliciano said with a sad take on his signature smile. "D-Don't get me wrong, ve, I'm in love with your brother but-a I…I'm still in love with someone else…" Gilbert's eyes grew wide. He and Feliciano might have more in common than their love for annoying his brother. "Hes gone now…But I still love him…His name was Severin…" He bit his lip. "He got sick one day and left for the hospital. He told me to wait for him. That he would be back soon."

Feliciano started to cry, silent he was as the tears rolled down his cheeks. Gilbert told him he didn't have to continue but Feliciano wanted to. "My father… He… He told me that his organs shut down…One at a time until his heart gave out. I asked him if it hurt… D-Daddy didn't say anything after that…" Feliciano wiped his eyes and smiled as best as he could. "I can't help it. I still love him. I always have and I always will. And… If Ludwig won't accept that, I don't know what I'd do. S-So I know how you feel. I know it's hard loosing someone you love and that love never fades. No matter what I do I can never forget him."

Gilbert blinked, finding himself in tears once again. This Severin had died a more painfully and more heart wrenching death than Eliza and at a much younger age. Who knew what this boy was capable of? Who knew where he was going? When Eliza died she knew she wanted to go to Broadway. They all knew she was going to make it there too. But this boy only knew the toys he wanted for his birthday and that he wanted to be healthy again so he could play outside with Feliciano again. It hurt him so much to think death took him oh so selfishly away from his family and Feli. It was awful.

He could see the emptiness in Feliciano's eyes. He saw the miss and the want for him back. He could see it because he saw the same thing in his own eyes. The look was a familiar one, but not friendly. It destroyed Gilbert's life for so long. It was painful to see it on another person. Even more so if since this one was such a cheerful sprit it possesses.

"Feli…Would you…Would you like to talk about Severin?" Gilbert asked softly. Feliciano nodded his head quickly, making the ears fall faster. The Italian started to tell him about the child's life. How Severin was brave and strong. He always wanted to protect Feliciano and made sure he was never hurt. Severin lived with his father with an absent mother.

Then when he got sick, it started off as a cough. Severin wouldn't let anyone help him. Even when the coughing got brutal he still said he was fine. One day in class, however, he started coughing up blood. A horror struck Feliciano cried to the teacher. He knew then Severin was very sick. He was never told the extent when Severin was carried off. He was never allowed to see him in the hospital. When the time came, Feliciano's father told him that Severin had gone to heaven. Being young, Feliciano asked his father; "Will I be able to go visit him in Heaven?" Mr. Vargas shed a tear of his own and wrapped his arms around the boy and said; "No. Not any time soon."

Feliciano never thought he could love again. "Until I met Ludwig," He said with a smile. "He was so kind and gentle even though he looked so mean and scary!" He giggled. "He reminded him so much of Severin…" His head snapped up. "But that's not the only reason why I love you your brother! I just… It was the first thing that brought me to him… If you ask Luddie… The first thing I said to him was 'Is our name Severin?'" Feliciano laughed lightly.

"Well It's late… I'm sorry to have dumped this all on you. The guest room is upstairs." Feliciano smiled and Gilbert knew it was time for him to go.

He made his way to the small guest room quickly. He longed for blissful escape of sleep. It was a world where he could pretend everything didn't just happen. Gilbert wished he could just sleep for the rest of his life. No one loved him. No one was there for him. No one cared about him. What was the point?

The events of that night replayed second by second in a painfully slow montage. Through Matthew's yelling and Roderich's need to get Gilbert in trouble, there was another person. Gilbert felt their eyes on his back. He felt her eyes bore into the back of his head. A chill crept up his spine as he turned and saw her.

Elizaveta smiled at him. Her eyes were bright and skin her natural tan, unlike the last time he saw her. The last time her face looked pained and her skin was pale, oh so very pale. Mixed emotions came to him as he looked at her. Love renewed inside of him, sadness hardened in his core, anger boiled, but most of all he was just happy to see her.

He ran up and hugged her. She was thin but she was there. Her hair smelled like the flower she kept there. It felt amazing to have her in his arms again .Nothing could top it. "Gil let go, I'm suffocating here!" He was wrong. Hearing her voice was a symphony to his ears. He pulled away to see her beautiful face again. He smiled brightly. "Veta, I can't believe it! You're here! You're alive!"

Her smile turned into a sad one, much like Feliciano's. But wait… That hasn't happened yet… How did he…? "I'm here Gil… In your dream… But I'm afraid… that's the extent of it…"She bit her lip. "But don't worry. I'm fine." She smiled widely, her eyes over flowing with salty droplets. "And so is someone else."

Suddenly, there was a small boy holding her hand. He had eyes as dark and clear as the ocean, his hair was a faint blonde. It was all too clear as to who this child was. "Severin?" Gilbert whispered. The boy nodded.

Gilbert stared at them. Ghosts? Is he going crazy? Is his mind imagining them?

"Gilbert, do me a favor and tell Feliciano that I still love him and I'm grateful he still loves me." The small boy asked of him. Gilbert nodded, still awe struck. The two figments shared a look and Severin was gone.

Eliza and Gilbert were left alone. Gilt waved through Gilbert as he stared at her smiling face. "Veta I am so sorry. I didn't-"

"Gil I don't know why you're sorry. You fell in love. There nothing wrong with that."

"But-"

She groans. "You're still this damn stubborn, are you? I mean holy shit! I'm trying to make you feel better and you're still saying you're a bad person. GET OVER YOUR SELF! You didn't do anything wrong! Now wake the fuck up your late for work."

Gilbert shot up, looking around the strange room. He had one of the weirdest dreams hes had in a while. He looked to the clock. Shit, I am late for work.


Gilbert had his head on the counter again, bored to tears. He had his brother pick up his stuff from Matthew's front lawn. If he wasn't working Gilbert would have went himself and tried to talk to Matthew but he wasn't adding his job to the list of things he lost this week.

The Prussian had already informed his best friend of his issues and Antonio was still wondering whether or not to hate Gilbert. He was on his side of course but the secrets of his love for Eliza hadn't even reached him. So Antonio wasn't the happiest with Gilbert.

The bell at the door rang and a familiar face came in. The blonde from a few days before walked in. This time with a short that looked more like a bra and shorts that looked more like jean underwear. She disgusted Gilbert yet she still insisted on trying her best.

Her evil green eyes looked over Gilbert quickly. She smirked. "You smell like single. Get dumped?" Gilbert glared and sighed. "Welcome to the Swedish café. How may I help you?"

"I'll have a pumpkin iced coffee with a hint of cinnamon and half cream half milk?"

Gilbert blinked and Antonio nodded, starting to make the drink. With a sigh, Gilbert leaned onto the counter. The blonde pressed on. "I'm Bella-"

"I don't care."

Her teeth gritted into a forced smile. "How 'bout I buy you that cup of coffee, hmm? I mean look at you," Her eyes ranked over him again. "So handsome and strong. You deserve a pretty woman. I think I might be able to help you out with that." Her lips curled into what seemed like a sexy smirk that had no effect on Gilbert.

"Listen skank-"

"It's Bella!"

"Whatever. The only woman I could EVER love is dead. And she had boobs half your size. So deflate those air bags, which are most likely fake, put on some pants and get out of my face. ANY chance you think you have with me is some delusion you fabricated in high school to keep from offing yourself in the bathroom of your step dad's house. WHICH is probably the reason for you being such a whore? You know, your father never loving you, step dad drinking every night. Mother never home from working so hard. That's why you spent most of your high school career making other miserable and fucking every guy in the school so your pain will go away. But listen up, I DON'T WANT TO FUCK YOU. I don't care about having another notch on my belt. I'm looking for someone who wants me for me," Antonio tapped his back with the coffee. Gilbert took it from his hand and slammed it onto the counter. "Here is your fucking coffee! It's on me!"

Gilbert's red eyes bore into Bella's. She sniffled and started to cry. Taking her coffee she ran out of the café.

Gilbert sneered and growled to himself. Antonio looks at his friends. "Don't you think that was a bit mean?" The albino scuffed. "No one thinks about what they say to me is mean, why should I care?" He hissed. His voice spiteful and sharp. Bitterness taking it over.

"No. No no no," Antonio spat. "You are not pulling that shit on me!"

"What shit Antonio? I need help and I'm hurting and you're pissed at me over something I didn't tell you! For god sakes, my life falling apart and your mad at me over something you would have probably yelled at me for anyways! So PLEASE spare me the lecture because I'm really not in the mood to lose another best friend."

Antonio looked down. In a way, Gilbert was right. He was acting like a child when his friend needed him. "Alright. I'm sorry Gilbert… If you need anything, come to me." After a small moment, Gilbert nodded in agreement. He might need more than Antonio could give him.


I'm not sure so don't ask me. I needed fillers and there ya go! And I don't think those things said to Bella was mean...I HATE BELGIUM! I fucking hate her with a burning passion...So...She will always be a whore^^; READ AND REVIEW~! READ MY OTHERS SI~? BYE~!