Um, yeah, Howdy ho. Privet. Ciao. Aloha. Hola. Konishiwa. Bonjour. Guten tag. You get it. Anyways, guys, I need to explain the Alternate Universe here. Anyways, this era is not an era in history, its a completely different universe with a war at the moment, but it's quite little. Just a bit more than a battle, you can say, between Germany, Spain, and England. The technology is slightly similar to ours, but still developing, and thats why there are mostly dirt roads instead of cement. I'll add more detail at the end of this chapter.

The Capture

Chapter V: Realization

Gilbert's night was not as peaceful as it should have been that night. His body jolted itself awake multiple times, which was starting to make him think that there was something wrong with his nerves, but was quickly proved wrong once he finally closed his eyes and slept. Though, his dreams were not as safe as he thought either. They were completely clouded with those mysterious violet eyes, vivid in every way. He wondered, why were they so deeply pressed into his mind? Was he forgetting something? His mind worked its gears, trains filled with memories and ideas flashing by its station, some crashing and disappearing from existence. Finally, one specific train stopped at the station, filling Gilbert's head with text and letters.

On the night of December 29th, a man with unspeakably vivid eyes encountered me in an alley way. I don't know how, but I escaped within an inch of my life. It happened in a blur, he jumped at me and lashed a silver dagger around like a wild beast. I had a glance at his face, though, I cannot describe him. He looked young, around 20 or maybe even 19 years old. He had vivid violet eyes, and for a second, I was transfixed by how beautiful someone could be. It got me wondering if he might have been a woman dressed in mens clothing, but I threw that thought away as soon as he smiled. His teeth were a clean ivory, and under the moonlight... it was horrifying yet entrancing, and I partially knew why he was able to kill so easily.

Everything clicked in his mind, eyes snapping open in a furry of fright. He jumped out of his bed, leaving the blanket to float down to the floor, and opened a drawer without taking his time to be the least but gentle with its handle. He took out a piece of paper, a pencil, and a small light. He turned the light on, placing it between his teeth and biting on it as he looked down onto the paper and began to scribble furiously.

What I Know About Roderich Edelstein,

Appearance: Button nose, ivory teeth, vivid violet eyes, chocolate hair, fair skin, and lethe body.

Attitude/Personality: He can be snarky, a tad uncaring, but obviously passionate to the things he loves. He is in a state of sadness, something is making him want to kill himself. He must feel caged. He didn't kill himself, he stopped trying, something must be forcing him! It's so much more than just "obvious" that he's fixed on his death! He can't just suddenly stop like that!

Sociality: He is casual when in the presence of others; most of the time. He doesn't seem to be completely honest, and though it's hard to see, he seems to be hiding something in that casual state of his.

Class: Aristocrat. That's more painfully obvious than anything else.

Family: As far as I know, a mother who he can no longer see, two little brothers, one of which is with the mother, and a father. I don't know about the father, but Roderich and his brother seemed to like their mother a lot. Maybe that's why Roderich committed all those suicide attempts? Then again, he stopped much to abruptly. Maybe he felt guilty that his little brother saw one of his attempts, and he decided to stop? No... His pertinacity and pride would keep him from that, surely. Then again, he loves his little brother. He'd probably do anything for him.

"Anything for him..."

Gilbert, then, realized an important detail that blew by his thoughts so carelessly.

Roderich was sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of the job he was given the other night as he was too occupied with his craving for slumber, but he eventually had to wake up. A small pair of hands pushed on his torso, shaking him awake from his much needed rest. He was in half the mind to growl at the person who woke him up, but immediately stopped as he caught sight of the familiar reddish-brown hair and hazel eyes, worried and awake. "Feliciano, why are you awake? It's..." He groggily checked the clock, propping himself on one arm. "Midnight. Feliciano, it's midnight."

"I couldn't sleep."

Roderich froze, contemplating what to do in his mind, before sighing and getting up. "Go to your room, Feli. I'll be there in a minute or so."

"But I'm scared to go alone!"

Roderich raised an eyebrow, wondering why Feliciano would be scared to just walk through the door into his room and lay in bed, but shook the thought immediately. He frowned, remembering that Feliciano was a small boy, not grown. It made perfect sense. He looked down at Feliciano's begging eyes and sighed, not being able to resist his little brother's wishes. "Alright, alright. I'll go with you. If you get scared, just give my hand a squeeze, okay? I'll make sure none of the monsters get you." Smile reappearing onto his features, Roderich outstretched his hand to grab Feliciano's delicate soft one. Feliciano gulped,, alrieady tightening his grip onto the elder's stronger palm. The two walked out of the small, narrow room through a door that led to another room, equally in size, with a smaller bed. Feliciano quickly jumped onto the bed and covered himself, eyes staying on Roderich's violet orbs, and expectant look etched into them. With a low chuckle, Roderich walked over to Feliciano and crouched down, placing a hand on the boy's hair gingerly. He ran his fingers through the delicate strands, smiling at his brother's at ease expression. "Do you want me to sing you a lullaby?"

"Yes please," Feliciano said politely.

With a slow nod, Roderich began to sing in a gentle, soft whisper. "Come to me, by the tawny sea. For thee shall listen to the music of the ocean, stirring the torrent with much motion. Come to me, by the tawny sea." Feliciano's eyelids felt heavy, his body half asleep.

"What about the other part?" He said drowsily.

"Other part?"

"Yeah. The one about freedom. You know that one, right? Mother sang that part like an angel. She was so moving."

"She was." Roderich agreed. "I remember that verse. It was her favorite part." And Roderich finally understood why. The realization his him full on when she and his father divorced. She was dreaming of freedom from him. From his household and his rules. "I am a bit rusty with the lyrics, but I know most of it by heart. Would you like me to sing it?"

"Yes please."

There was a short silence as Roderich tried to remember the beginning of the next verse. "Through the wind, through the seas, my voice will reach thy ears with glee. At that moment, you find me, I will finally be free." Roderich knew who his mother was singing about, who she wanted that message to reach. That other man, across the ocean, in Spain. It was him. And yet, he could not hate her for that. His father wasn't exactly the most likable person, after all.

"Go on," Feliciano urged, realizing his mistake a bit too late and adding in a simple, "please."

And so Roderich continued, trying his best to forget about the past, what he learned about his mother's travels, how she will no longer be with him. "I'll spread my wings, spread them wide, then take off after the tawny sky." He paused for a moment, thinking on the next lyrics. He was a bit rusty at this part. "My feathers will fall, float down below, then grow high at night, spreading it's blue glow."

By now, Feliciano's eyes were fully closed, his breathing in a steady pace. Roderich smiled at this, and placed a tender kiss onto Feliciano's forehead. "Goodnight, Feliciano. Sweet dreams."

"Are you quite done yet?"

And then, the once calm and peaceful mood crumbled into a million pieces.

"I was expecting you to be finishing up your mission by now. Not putting a useless baby to sleep."

Roderich kept his back facing Charles, his father, muttering under his breath in protest. "Don't you dare call him useless." That, however, went unheard.

"Well, what are you doing just crouching down there? Get on with your bloody job." The pun was obviously intended in his sickening words, and Roderich felt ill. "I'll be waiting."

Roderich got up, back still facing his father, as he stayed silent for a moment. Reluctantly, he responded. "Yes... sir."

With a smirk, Charles exited through a door leading to his won bedroom, whispering a cocky remark over his shoulder. "Good doggy."

Roderich frowned, quickly being followed by the shutting of the door. Doggy? Was that really all he was now? Some little pup following the orders of his so called "Master?"

"I can't really deny it though..." Roderich admitted. " But I can say, even as a pitiful mutt, I can still guard over the one I love most. I'm not some old, slow dog. I'm a guardian for an innocent soul, and that gives me more than enough reason to live and obey. It's not for him."

With a confident attitude, he headed for the door of his bedroom, taking a quick glance towards little Feliciano's figure. He let one last smile grace his face, before shutting the door behind to prepare for his late night activity.

Once alone in his room, he darted towards is closet, taking out a set of black and white clothing. He threw off his pajamas, folding them and tucking them deep into on of his drawers, and put on the fine, white dress shirt, then draped a pure black cloak over his shoulders. He put on tight, black pants, buckling it with a leather belt, then strapped on black, leather boots, which went above his knees. Once his tight boots were secured on nicely, he took out a pair of gloves out of another one of his drawers and fitted his hands into them nicely. His disguise was nearly complete. All he was missing was... "Ah, there it is." Roderich said, picking up a silver dagger that sat by the windowsill, moonlight glowing over its blade. "Time to move on to my task."

Being fully prepared, Roderich positioned himself on the window, one leg reading to push. Wind blew his short locks in a frenzy. He took a deep, long breath, his eyes closed gently. "This is for Feliciano. No one else. Absolutely no one." Slowly, his eyes opened, staring down at the dark pavement below him, three stories down, his face devoid of all emotion. He exhaled the breath he was holding unconsciously, and with a gentle push of the leg, he jumped.

Okay, I admit, that chapter was a bit short, huh? But anyways, I lied. I'm not going to continue on the Alternate Universe thing. I am going to write that all out and post it as another story later, okay? I'll post the story and then finish a chapter of The Capture immediately afterwards, therefore you will be notified about the explanation of the Alternate Universe Explanation in the chapter. So, hopefully you enjoyed this chapter, and if you did, please tell me so in a review! Reviews somehow boost my inspiration. (I seriously have no idea how, but they do.) So, more reviews, faster updates, so, yeah! Au revoir, Auf weidersen, Adios, Ciao, Sionara, Poka, yeah, I dunno how to spell in different languages, but I can speak them, I swear! Anyways, ta-ta for now!