This attic must have been the worst room in the house. Broken glass, abandoned belongings, and...voices? Whispers, to be exact. "Hello?" Ludwig called. "PLEASE DON'T HURT ME, I'M A VIRGIN!" Ludwig bolted to the source of the voice. If his mind wasn't tricking him, that particular line was commonly used by..."FELICIANO!" Ludwig looked around as he held his love...his world. "Where are the others?" Ludwig asked, shaking slightly. "I know that Elizabeta's here, but nobody else has been up here in days..." Ludwig nodded. "Where is she?" Feliciano glanced beside him. There she was. Unconcious and bruised with a few scars here and there. Her wrist was terribly broken, too. It must have taken rediculous power and stamina to take her down, seeing that she was almost three times stronger than Ludwig. "Come on." Ludwig said, picking Liz up. "I'll get you out and look for the others." They got to the bottom of the stairs. "Stay with Liz." Ludwig whispered. Feli nodded. Ludwig walked out and searched for Francis. He found the Frenchman by the window, looking rather bored. "Francis. You won't believe it." Francis looked up. "Hm?" Ludwig signaled for Francis to follow him, and once they got to the attic door, Francis couldn't believe his eyes. "F-Feli...Liz..." He hugged the Italian and smiled. "We've missed you so much..." Ludwig sighed. "What's the plan?" Francis nodded. "I'll pass the information to the others. We'll get you to safety with Arthur, Matthew, Antonio, and Yao. Ludwig, Alfred and I will search for the others. Matthew can treat your wounds, so you won't have to stay like this for long. Once we find the others, we'll look at our options." The others nodded. "For now, I'll create a diversion while Ludwig, you get them out safely." Ludwig nodded, carrying Liz bridal style while Feliciano stayed close by. A riot broke out once they heard Francis shout something about moldy caviar and dusty paintings. In 30 minutes, they were all back together. "I've never been so discusted with myself, but besides the point. We all know what to do." Francis said. "Move out." Alfred called.

(Flashback)

Sickness...that was the only sensation Ludwig and Gilbert could feel...Roderich, who never got sick, ended up taking care of them. The apartment was cheap and a bit sketchy, but it was better than the streets. "Pneumonia and Strep..." Roderich said. Ludwig could hardly speak and Gilbert's body was doing everything in it's power to expell the fluid from his lungs and throat. Roderich would only give them room tempurature water, since anything too hot or too cold would be a risk. Ludwig huddled into his oldest brother, hearing just how hard breathing was. "G-Gilbert... please don't die..." he whispered, hoping everything would turn out alright. They had about 20 left, and Gilbert quit after his second year of highschool to help what family he had left, only ending up dropping them out of school too. "Go to sleep, Ludwig." Roderich chided, dabing away the fever. "You'll only get worse if you don't sleep." Roderich had a way with patients. If they had the money, he would have either finished his schooling and gone off to college to study music or medicine. That dream fell apart after their grandfather died. Nobody left but each other, and their distant Swiss cousin, Vash. No money. He had to use what he had to help his brothers back to health. It wasn't much, but after a few weeks of work they were fine.

(Present)

Ludwig tried to shake the memory as he suited up. He had everything he needed. "Francis, Alfred. Ready?" They nodded as Francis got his fencing sword ready. He had always been skilled with fencing, and had taken lessons when he was young. Now, he would put his skills to the test, since Romano and most of his gang used fencing as their main tactic. They got on it, leaving any fear behind. "I don't know what I'll do when I see my brothers again..." Ludwig told himself. "Gilbert. Roderich. You're going to be alright..." the trio set off, back to the party. If Feliciano and Elizabeta were kept there, chances were that they could find Gil and Roderich there, too. The guests were still rioting, with something flying here and there. Francis looked at the others. "Ludwig, check the basement. Alfred, check this floor. I'll check upstairs." They split up.

Alfred:

"Come on, Al. If you find your friends you'll be a hero..." The American whispered to himself. The hair on his neck stood up when he heard rapid footsteps behind him. When he could take it no longer, he spun around, gripping the gun in his hands tightly. There stood a young girl, about seven years old. "S-sorry...how can I help you?" Alfred asked her. "My name is Mei-Mei. I'm looking for my big brother." She stated. "Have you seen Kiku?" Alfred started to worry. "Kiku?" He asked. If things were as he thought- "Kiku. Kiku Honda. He came here since Francis is a good friend of his. One minute, he was here and then the next minute he wasn't!" Alfred kneeled down to be head-level with Mei-Mei. "I know everything will turn out ok." Nice going Al. Make a promise to the kid you know could fail. "I need to get you somewhere safe, and then I'll find your brother." Double this risk of being killed by Romano or his mafia. Both of them looked up when the door beside them clicked. Out stepped a very short man with a bottle of sake and a basket half full of bread. "Too many people..." Mei-Mei smiled and ran up to him. "Big brother!" "Oh." Alfred said to himself. Well, atleast Romano didn't have everyone he was after. That made the American feel a little better. Alfred got up and kept walking. He hoped he or someone else would find Roderich and Gilbert soon.

Francis: "Roderich...Gilbert..." Francis called in a whisper. We won't say that he wasn't afraid of being by himself, but that he was just so used to having so many meetings, peptalks, having to help someone, or even a simple chat. He hadn't been alone unless he was asleep for god knows how long...Francis looked around himself. He was going to be here for a good long while, so he decided it'd be good to be familiar with his surroundings. "M-mon dieu!" He jumped, seeing blood on the floor. At the moment, he didn't have much of a choice. Follow the blood and see where it leads. He sighed, knowing that with the amount, he would surely exit the building smelling strongly like iron. He went on until he came to a thin, pale figure. Nothing to lose. "Gilbert?" The figure looked up, groaning in pain. Francis noticed five things about this man. 1, the figure was albino. 2, the figure was worryingly thin. 3, the figure was about Francis' height. 4, the figure was covered in blood, but the worst part was his stomach. That must have been the source. 5, this figure was Gilbert. "Gilbert!" Francis carefully embraced the Prussian, trying to give him comfort and not pain. "H-hey...Francy pants..." Gilbert whispered, giving a weak but thankful smile. "Gilbert, what happened?" The blonde asked, wary of the possibilities. "T-they separated us...they knew I would-" a sharp hiss of pain. "-know the answers. They wanted to know all they could about you...they gave me a good jab for each question I refused to answer. I found some way to bandage everything." His eyes went 7 times their size. "Roderich...he needs help. I went to find help. I went to f-find something...my little brother's so sick..." he trailed of in German. A little could be understood. But he spoke so quckly and with so much pain running through him. Antonio was waiting with the car, so Francis acted quickly, asking where Roderich was and going back to the car to get Gilbert somewhere safe. "I'll get Roderich safe. For now, the others are waiting. Stay here, I'll get Roderich, and then we'll get everything together and get you back home." Gilbert nodded, and Francis was off.

Ludwig: Alfred had joined him, since there was nobody on his floor. "Wait." Ludwig cautioned. Footsteps. Someone was running. "Ludwig! Alfred!" Francis. He caught up with the duo and caught his breath. "I found Gilbert. Roderich's supposed to be down here. He's very sick and we need to get him out of here fast." The taller males nodded. Nobody was down here accept for the Austrian. "Roderich!" Nothing. "Roderich?" Still nothing. A while later, a few painful sounding coughs could be heard. Ludwig signaled for the others to follow him, and the found the man curled in on himself. Gilbert had to remove some sweaty clothes off the brunnette so he wouldn't get any worse, so he was wearing a slightly bloody, soaked through dress shirt and pants with a few blood stains. "Bruder...Wie lange müssen wir noch so leben?" It hurt all three of them to see the man in this state. "Come on." Ludwig said, picking Roderich up and carrying him bridal style. Everyone crammed themselves into the car and went home.