Author's Note: Yay~ Feliciano's here~! Haha, sorry, I just love this guy.

By the way, now that I think about it, that last line Feliciano said in the last chapter kinda reminds me of Russia...is it just me?

Disclaimer: I still don't own 'em.

Thank You!

Ludwig groaned.

"Ugh, this damn mochi's probably not going to come out..." He muttered, scowling. "Stupid Kiku..." He righted himself, glaring at Gilbert, who was staring at the mochi intently.

Shaking his head slightly at his brother, Ludwig decided to look around for anything he could use to free the mochi.

Unfortunately, he wasn't able to find anything, and opened the door to the closet in order to check. He spotted a small wooded box lying on the ground and picked it up, frowning slightly as he turned it over in his hands, a bored expression on his face.

He could hear something metallic rattling around in the box, but it was locked, so even if it was a tool, it wouldn't do him any good.

All of a sudden, the temperature seemed to drop at an alarming rate. Abandoning the box, Ludwig whipped out a pistol and jumped back from the closet.

Gilbert looked up from the mochi questioningly and followed his brother's gaze. He froze when he saw the intimidating outline of the monster.

He jumped to his feet skittishly, eyes wide, and drew his sword as quickly as possible. The black claws of the beast gripped the door of the closet, leaving gashes in the wood, before the form of the monster followed it.

The mochi's cries became urgent. "Mokyuu! Mokyuu!" It cried fearfully as the creature regarded the German duo with malice.

Ludwig felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as the monster's soulless eyes bore into his own. The trance was broken quickly, however, when, in unison, the claws swung out at him and a gunshot resounded through the room.

I was floating in an endless abyss, enveloped in nothing and the darkness. The silence was overwhelming, made worse because I may have been blind. I didn't know. It was too dark to tell, after all. Besides, I felt so numb, to the extent that I couldn't hear my own thoughts clearly.

Ahead of me, the darkness was tinted by a spot of red, growing more every second in an ominous contrast to the numbness.

Blood.

Blood everywhere.

Blood on me, blood on the darkness, blood on...

Ahead of me, I spot a figure sprawled out of the ground-one that I never thought I would see. After all, he was simply too strong for that. Right?

I take a hesitant step forward, then another, until I am staring down at my brother's mangled corpse.

A scream escapes my lungs at last.

Lovino jolted awake, nearly falling back from the table.

He caught himself before he could hit the floor, however, and returned the chair to its more natural position, breathing heavily. He looked down at himself, relieved to find his fashionable clothes unstained, even more so to find that he could see again. He looked up into the irritated eyes of Antonio, sitting across from him.

"What are you screaming about?" The Spaniard growled, dark eyes narrowed in contempt.

"Huh...? Oh, sorry, Toni, it was nothing."

"Yeah? Your 'nothing' sounded pretty damn loud to me."

"Well, actually, I think it was mi fratello's memories."

A low groan escaped his companion.

"No no no, I am not getting myself involved with that lunatic again. Screw that shit." He stood up, walking out without another word.

Lovino watched him leave, slightly less shaken. At least Toni was acting normal...