Chapter Nine part Two.

"Right, this is your new room, . You can do whatever you want with it, mind you, the maids will be after you." Lithuania informed him, smiling. The former doctor smiled also.

"Thank you, …Lithuania. It is nice to know all of you guys are rather nice." Lithuania shook his head.

"Just be careful around Belarus, ok? She is very…different." Lost took note of this and turned and walked into his room, admiring the fact it was all ready for someone to move in.

"Ah, you are doctor who came with my son?" Lost jumped a bit, turning around. Dark purple eyes, which shone in the lights of the 'mansion', stared at him. They held deep secrets and mental scars behind them, it almost made him flinch. He could read people, yes. But, sometimes…Lost couldn't help but wonder if some of these peolple could be helped.

"…Your son…Oh! You must be…." Lost stuck out his hand to shake with the other, but the man did not return the gesture. He let his arm hand by his side.

"Please, just call me Russia…or even Ivan. I thank you for helping my son with birth. You will like it here, da?" Russia smiled, though it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"…Yeah…Your welcome, by the way. I was just doing my job…" Lost mumbled, his low Russian accent rather deeper than the other's.

"Right, I shall leave you to unpack…" With that, Russia dissapeared down the hall.

Lost closed his eyes for a moment, thinking back to his own family. It was broken, yes. His father and 'mother' had left each other…and he wa forced to stay with his father. He, in reality, had two fathers. Lost mumbled their named to himself, beginning to unpack. A picture slid out of his pocket, which he bent down to retreive it. He slowly traced his fingers across the picture.

"…Hi mom…" He gave a sniff, putting the picture on his dresser and shoving his clothes into the drawers.

…..

"Mein gott! He's so cute!" Austria chuckled, holding the little baby Greenland in his arms. The baby reached up and touched Roderich's nose and giggled. "…Aww…" Sam chuckled softly, smiling.

"He has more of his father's looks…" Roderich snorted.

"Yes, but he has your eyes." The Germanic pointed out, softly tickling Kresten. "You know, Sam…They were all wrong about Denmark. You stayed with him through that, even if no one else trusted him. I admit, aftr hearing the things from Sweden and Finland, I did not believe he was capable of love…But I was mistaken. I admire you, North Canada. I know you and…P-Prussia were close…I bet he is proud of you." With that, the Austrian handed the baby back to North Canada and turned around, walking away. Sam sniffled once, looking down at his child.

"He's right, you know." Italy said, suddenly beside him, his eyes open for once. "I haven't ever thought Denmark was a bad person…I don't think anyone is. People are simply…misunderstood." Sam blinked at the usually air-headed Italian. Italy turned his head to look at North Canada, grinning as he kissed him on the cheek. "Most of us are very misunderstood." He mumbled before walking away, his nightgown flowing behind him.

He didn't know why, but he thought about Kresten. The other nations wouldn't trust him that much when he grew up, this much he knew….It made him shudder to think how much trouble Kresten would have when he was growing up… He also remembered how it would take him a bit longer than a full nation to grow up, being half human. But, only a few more days, not months nor years.

"…I never thought he could speak serious." Romano commented. North Canada jumped out of his skin. What was it with people and scaring him?

"…Me either…" He mumbled, slightly staring at the way Romano was just looking at him like they were old friends. "What?" The man stiffened.

"Nothing. I only wish to ask you…" He trailed off into a string of mumbles. Sam struggled to hear.

"Speak louder, Romano. I cannot hear you." Lovino took a big breath and sighed.

"I want to ask you to the Christmas dance. N-Not as a date, though! Just as…friends." He growled the last bit, as if he didn't even mean the words. Sam's eye widened, the green shrinking back a bit.

"…S-Sure…!" He said, a bit too loudly. "I-I'll go with you…B-but Denmark will want me to go with him too…"

"This was his idea…" The Italian grumbled and walked away, hands shoved into his pockets.

"..Ehh?" He stared slightly. He whipped out his cellphone, dialing his older brother's number.

"Hey, Al? Can you put Matthew on? …Thanks." North Canada tapped his boots on the floor, waiting.

"…Sam?"

"Hi Mattie! How are you, brother?" A long pause slid itself into the air.

"…I'm…fine. I just…worry about you. I heard about Doctor Lost. I…did some research and…He's the manhattan virus…Well, the song of the virus. Don't trust him, Sam..!—." North Canada had already hung up.

"Pfft. Like he could hurt anyone. I trust him as much as I trust my own son." He huffed, turning and wandering down the hall toward his and Denmark's room, still holding little Kresten.

Then, it was like a train hit him. Images invaded his senses, clouding his vision to what was around him. He heard screaming, and blood spattering. The sound of whips cracking. He doubled over, careful not to drop his child.

"A-Ah!" He cried out, pain searing his flesh like hot irons. Denmark rushed to him, taking Kresten and laying him on their bed before going back to his 'wife'.

"Sammy! What's wrong? Tell me!" He yelled to deaf ears. Sam's eye fluttered open, they were the same violet at Finland's, before they ebbed away back to their original green.

"I-I know where Finland is!" He rasped, his only eye wide. Denmark rubed his back softly as the North American broke down into sobs. Those images!

"What did you see, North Canada?" Mathias asked in a quite tone, hoping not to disturb his 'wife'. Sam sniffed and looked up at him, his eye filled with such fear and pain…it made him flinch.

"F-Finland…He is in Antarctica…H-He's hurt D-Denmark! We have to…to go save him!" Denmark understood why his lover was so worried, not saying he wasn't but, Sam was almost as close to the Finn as Berwald. The two were very good friends.

"We will. In the morning, ok? Finland is strong enough to survive, you know this."

Sam nodded and went almost entirely limp as Denmark led him into their room silently.

…..

He woke early in the morning, while it was still very dark. His eye stared out the window, where beautiful colors danced under the light of the moon. He felt a weird feeling in his chest, a longing. He gently got up, as to not wake his husband. He grabbed his sweater and went outside, eye narrowed.

"Ah, it is your time too, hm?"

Sam turned and looked at the brunette.

"A-Austria…" The man tilted his head to the side at his name. "It can't be your time! Y-you…can't die!" He shook his head.

"It is my turn…at least we will go together. We will be re-united with Gilbert…" He blinked. "Sometimes…I think you are still that young boy Russia and I found. You've grown so well, Sam." Sam's eye widened. These are the words his father used to say to him when he was a baby. The only thing he remembered was his father singing to him when he was put to sleep, then his memory blurred, trying to remember.

"Thank you…Roderich." As the northern lights flashed brightly, as if a huge explosion had gone off, he began to drift away. Austria held his hand tightly and both their lights dimmed away.

…

"Dammit! Russia! Germany! Get over here now!"

"…No…not my child…"

"Roderich! Dammit, wake up!"

"Sammy…"

…

Earth looked over at North Canada and Austria, a smirk adorned on her green lips.

"You've finally joined us, Roderich. I was beginning to worry you wouldn't get the message…" She clapped her hands together, her blue painted nails shining. "And you, Sam. You should have gone down, not up." She scowled. "But I suppose, now that you're here, welcome." Her voice grew cold. "You'll be here for a while, without your family."

Austria adjusted his glasses. "Yes, well, that is quite enough, Earth." He growled, violet eyes blazing with fire. Earth backed down and shrugged, her blue and green dress flying in the wind as she turned and ran away from them, drifting away into the slight breeze. Sam gaped at Austria, but stayed silent. "Come on, then. Let's find Gilbert, or at least someone we used to know." North Canada nodded and followed him, the wind picking up as his eye glowed brightly.

-End Chapter Nine-