"S-so..." Gilbert watched Gunner eat his licorice. "You're schizophrenic...?"

"Yes. What? Were you expecting me to tell you?"

"Well..." he watched the other a while longer, wondering if he should have. It's not something easy to say. What would he have said? And by the way, I'm schizophrenic. No biggie! Yeah, sure, Gilbert thought to himself. And I'm bi-polar! Also no problem! Geeze, what was I thinking? "Actually..."

"I thought I'd made it clear enough," the Icelandic boy said, staring with that same apathetic in his eyes. "You didn't notice anything?"

"Not really..."

"Good Lord." Gunner sighed, beginning to pace around the room. "How should I go about this...no..." He murmured something else to himself, then looked intently at Gilbert, who was starting to worry.

"What?" he asked, staring intently at the other.

"What is this?"

"What?"

Gunner gently put his hand on the wall, staring at it as if he'd never before seen a wall. "What is this?"

"Um..." Gilbert looked questioningly at his boyfriend, then the wall.

"It's a wall. The thing that divides roo-"

"No it's not." Gunner said, his eyes still glowing softly. "This is water. You can't see the water. I can. Why is it that you can't see it? Do you know?" Gilbert shook his head softly, hoping he didn't.

"I'm seeing it," he answered, confirming Gilbert's suspicions. "It isn't water though, is it?" he asked softly.

"No...no it's just a wall." Gilbert answered, taking Gunner's hand in his own. He sighed shakily, silently wishing he could help Gunner.

"What's that?" Gunner asked again, pointing at the ceiling. "And it's not a ceiling."

"I..." Gilbert's mind raced, hoping he could remember something, anything that could help. "...think it's...a..." A what? He's Icelandic; close to Norwegian, what do they believe in? "...troll...type thing...?" Wow. Flying trolls.

"No, he's over here actually." Gunner answered to the German's surprise. "That's a fish. What type of fish?"

"I don't know. I'm not good with fish. Germany is landlocked, y'know."

Gunner smiled. Finally, someone could at least try understanding him.

"You still have that plan in mind? After everything that happened?

Goodness gracious, can't I just play my piano?"

"C'mon, Roddy!" Antonio urged, for he and Francis were still determined. "It'll be real easy!"

"Non non," Francis nudged the Spaniard. "I think he needs the magic charm!~"

"Magic charm?" Rodrich asked, glaring at the two. "Just what do you think you're-"

"Fusososososo!"

"..."

"It's a magic charm that cheers people up! Fusososososo! Fusososososo! Fusososososo! Fusososososo! Fusososososo! Fusososososo!"

"Alright, alright!" the Austrian sighed, resting his head on his hands. "What do you want me to do?

A/N

Fusososososo! Fusososososo!

Well, I've still had writers block for the most part, but when something comes to mind, I type it! You know when you think to yourself, 'I can totally see this happening!' and then you go and make a story about it? That's me.

Anyone want a weird Japanese daydream about a crazy Swiss? Review please!