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So for the reader's information: the children are now 68 and look 13ish.

Chapter 37: What do You Mean

Frida's POV

"Benedict, I'm bored! Do something other than playing the piano," I complained to my host. Benedict however did not even look up from his glazed over gaze and continued repeating the same depressing song.

I was at Benedict and Hungary's house visiting with my Vatti Prussia due to Hungary suddenly coming down with a bad sickness. We were not the first group to visit that week, with Austria for the most part residing there while she was sick. He was then followed by Italy, Germany and Switzerland visiting early along with others curious as to if it was a normal sickness or the one that would kill her. I knew that Benedict would be depressed about the whole mess, but I failed to see why that meant he had to act so unawesome about it.

I huffed out of annoyance at him ignoring me and got out of my seat to instead try shaking him out of his trance. Doing so however did not affect the boy, causing me to sigh and try a different tactic. At last I said, "She'll be alright you know. Your mom, I mean. Vatti's always going on about how awesome a fighter she is, so of course she'll pull through this. Some unawesome cold isn't going to kill her like the adults keep saying."

"You don't know what you're talking about," Benedict mumbled while halting his fingers. To his sudden words I paused and looked at him. At last I asked for clarification.

He gave out a shaky sigh and looked at me before saying, "My mom's going to die just like all of the others and it's my entire fault."

I gave out an uneasy laugh and asked, "How can it be your fault, I mean you didn't do anything to her, did you?"

His expression seemed to turn from depressed to hopeless as he said, "I exist, that's what I did to her. Just like what you did to your mom."

I became angry when I heard him say this and asked, "So what are you saying, that I'm the reason some psycho decided to shoot my dad? 'Cause I was not a part of that! Why would I be so unawesome as to want him dead anyways? Why are you being so unawesome?!"

"What I mean is our existing was a sign that they would die," Benedict said with a frustrated look.

"Where are you getting this from anyways?" I asked while trying to choke back tears. I hated thinking back to the time when my other dad died because it always made me cry; which was definitely unawesome.

"…A while ago I read about it in one of my mom's diaries," Benedict said after a long pause. He then got up and walked out the room's door.

I decided to follow him as he led the way to Hungary's study. In the study he carefully removed a hand-written book and opened it to a page before holding the book out for me to read. Quietly, I picked up the book and read the page he pointed to; only to then feel my face pale upon completing the passage.

Slowly, I looked up to his face to see his eyes brimming with tears. He then said in a soft voice, "That's what I mean."

I did not want to listen to him say anything else and ran out of the room; desperately trying to find my Vatti while feeling the tears begin to overflow. At last I found him outside of Hungary's bedroom standing by Austria; both of them looking upset. Quickly, I rushed to my Vatti's side and hugged him tightly; hiding my face in his shirt in an attempt to keep Austria from seeing me cry.

Vatti remained silent as I cried my eyes out, which began to worry me. I then looked up at his face to see that he was fighting tears back as well. Wondering if it was Hungary, I looked through the slightly opened door to see that the covers were placed over Hungary's head. She was dead, just like Benedict said she would be.

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