It seemed as if the movie just kept going and going, and Feliciano was not liking it. After around a half hour or so, he covered his face with his hands, but he couldn't help peeking through his fingers in horror. He could Gilbert continuing to laugh at the misfortunes that were happening in the movie. By the time it was over, Feliciano had curled up into himself with his wings wrapped around himself. "Is...is it over?" he asked, looking over to Gilbert, who was wiping tears out of his eyes from laughing so much.

"Ja, ja, it's over now mein kleiner Engel (my little angel)." He moved his arm from the couch and patted Feliciano's head. "That really scared you, huh?" he asked with a laugh.

"It just looked so real, like it was actually happening. It was horrible."

Gilbert shrugged, smiling. "Well, it was really happening. Not right now, of course, and not on Earth. No, these are some things that happen to people here. A friend of mine was in charge of a lot of this and gave us each a copy when he recorded it."

Feliciano wasn't sure if Gilbert was going to say anything after that or not. To learn this was happening to actual people, or at least their souls. Feliciano couldn't handle it. He got up and found the bathroom closeby and threw up in there. He heard Gilbert laughing again and wasn't sure if it was because watching this had made him sick or because he had found something else to entertain him.

The angel flushed down his vomit and splashed his face with water. It was uncomfortably cold, but it was water all the same. He went into the kitchen and had a glass of it to get the taste out of his mouth. After he placed the glass back in the sink, he made his way to the living room, where Gilbert was on a phone. "I think I'm going to keep cleaning the room," he said, a bit weakly.

"Yeah, good luck with that," Gilbert said, waving his hand dismissively. "It's never been clean before, I doubt you'll be able to do anything about it."

Feliciano wasn't sure what Gilbert meant by that until he found his way back to the room he had been sleeping in. He gasped when he saw it. It looked as if he had done absolutely nothing to clean it. It looked just how it had yesterday when Ludwig showed it to him. "But, I was cleaning it!" he said to no one on in particular.

"It does that!" he heard Gilbert call from the living room. "We like things clean, even we can't escape that this is Hell!"

Feliciano groaned, throwing his head back in a kind of defeat before he started back on cleaning the room. Maybe if he could just declutter it but keep everything in the room it would stay like that? He tried doing that, making piles again of clothes, obvious trash, and important things. This was going to take a while, and he wanted to have it looking better by the time Ludwig got home. This was what he was supposed to be doing anyway.

(A/N: all translations are from Google. It'll pick up, I just needed to get back into it with the writing and all.)