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-Emmy.

He didn't know where he was. Nothing looked familiar, other than the sun in the sky. From what he could tell, he was on soft grass. It was thickly grown, and from the touch he could tell that it was taken care of. The earthy smell surrounded him; the sun bathing him in warmth, the blue sky was cloudless.

"Gilbert." A feminine voice called out to him.

Curious as to who had spoken, he picked his head up and looked around. He couldn't see who it was, but he could hear her laughing softly. What a perfect laugh she had, he thought. He stood up, still trying to figure out who was in this seemingly perfect world with him.

"Who are you?" He asked.

He swore he could feel his near white hair being touched from behind, but when he turned around, there was nothing, or no-one there.

He could hear her laugh again, though it seemed as if it was in his ear. She whispered to him, "Come find me."

He could hear her giggles, which caused him to go towards them in an attempt to catch who she was. Finally, the albino caught a glimpse at her as she ran into the lush forest; Brown hair that fell down her back, she was short as well as very slim. A light brown dress that stopped right above her knees, and no shoes on her small feet. Her body looked familiar, but he couldn't say who it was until he got a look at her face.

He followed her, until she came to a stop. "Seems you found me." She told him.

He could hear the smile in her voice, "I did." He grabbed her boney shoulders, and pressed her back against his chest. He smelled her; she smelled just like the earth that surrounded him and something more that he couldn't put his fingers on. He whispered to her, "Who are you?"

"You know who I am." She replied and leaned into his touch as his fingers began running through her brown locks.

He looked confused for a moment, before pulling her away from him and turning her so she was facing him. He gasped as he looked at the familiar face of Emma; her innocent expression, her brown eyes, her defined cheekbones she had gotten from her father. He grazed a slim finger down her left cheek. "I knew it was you all along."

She smiled sweetly, "Did you really? Or are you just acting like you knew?"

He opened his mouth to tell her that he really DID, but quickly shut it. She was right. If he knew it was her, he wouldn't be as surprised as he was. "Why do you insist on haunting me like this?"

"I'm not haunting you Gilbert." She said and looked at him.

"Then why are you here?"

She smiled, "I'm your angel."

He raised an eyebrow, "My angel?"

She nodded. "When you're stressed out, I come to you in this world." She said.

"So this is like a parallel universe?" He paused, "But I'm dreaming! I remember falling asleep."

"This is the only way I can get to you."

"T-though my dreams?" He asked.

She nodded, "Yes." You cupped his cheek, "I know you need me." She whispered. "I need you too." She admitted.

He could feel his cheeks flush a light red. This dream was fucking with him, and he knew it. There was no way that she was really here, telling him that she was his angel. If she were to be someone's angel, it would be his brothers.

"Gilbert," She looked at him, "you need to wake up."

He looked at her, "I don't want to leave."

"You must." She pressed on, "I'll be here when you dream tomorrow."

'I love you'. He wanted to say, but instead, he was thrusted back into reality.

Gilbert woke up in the warmth of his bed. He was panting, as well as sweating slightly. He hit his forehead before nearly yelling, like a mantra to himself, "It was only a dream!"

Ludwig could tell there was something wrong with his brother that morning. Usually, he walked down the stairs with his little 'Kesesesese' snicker then says some smart-ass thing to his brother; but today, nothing came out of his lips as he journeyed down the stairs.

Ludwig hesitated, before asking his brother "Is something wrong?"

Gilbert looked at him, and shook his head, "It's nothing." With that being said, the brother pair walked their way to school.

"Ludwigggg!" you nearly pushed him to the ground in a bone-crushing hug. You didn't care if you were wearing a skirt; you were still your rowdy, boy-ish self. "I got an A on my friggin math test! THANK YOU!"

All the while, Gilbert stood awkwardly beside his brother, as you hugged him tightly. "Congratulations Emma." The blonde said as you pulled away.

"God, I really owe you one Ludwig. If you didn't tutor me I would have failed again." You laughed.

"Ohonhon, it seems someone is ecstatic today." Francis noted as he walked beside Gilbert, followed by Antonio.

"Sí! Chica [1], tell us why you're so happy today~!"

You nearly screamed, "I got an A on my math test! And it was all thanks to Ludwig."

They both smiled, and Francis said, "That's wonderful chéri [2]!"

Though you couldn't understand what he called you, you said, "I know it is!"

Gilbert watched as you freaked out over your math test grade, and couldn't help but think back to the dream he had. You were so gentle to him, as if he was going to break; you were so soft spoken as if your talking was going to damage his ears. But now, you were rowdy and loud; a complete opposite.

"Is something wrong, Gilbert?" The Spaniard asked, noticing that the boy wasn't his normal self.

The albino snapped out of it, and looked to Antonio, whose green eyes were full of curiosity. "Nein [3], nothing's wrong."

You looked at him. Even you noticed he wasn't himself. Just then Ludwig announced, "I should get going to class."

"Okay." You said. "I'll see you at lunch~."

He nodded, and then walked away. You looked at his brother again, before finally saying, "G-Gilbert, can I talk to you?"

He looked at you, but before he could speak, Francis said, "Common Antonio let's leave them to talk."

"B-but I wanna see what happens!" Antonio argued as he got pulled way by the Frenchman.

"What do you want?" He asked and ran a hand threw his hair.

"W-well, I-I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" He looked at you.

"Sorry for saying all those…" you stumbled over what to say, "all those mean things to you."

He sighed, "I should've figured that's what you wanted to talk about."

You nibbled your bottom lip, "I truly am sorry."

He sighed again, "Listen, don't worry your pretty little ass over it okay?" You blushed, "You were right. I am selfish, but I was raised that way, and that's why my bruder [4] isn't like that. We were raised in totally different situations."

"O-oh…" you mumbled, "That makes sense…" Suddenly, your shoes became interesting to stare at.

He placed a hand under your chin and forced you too look at him. You looked into his deep red eyes and blushed. This was like his dream. You were right in front of him. You brown hair framing your face, the innocence he could see swirling in your brown eyes. You saw his face get closer to yours, until it was right in front of you and he was leaning forward slightly. You waited for the impact of his lips on yours, but the sensation never came.

This was the perfect opportunity to tell you how he really did feel about you and kiss you. But he didn't say anything or do anything as he let go of your chin. He wouldn't tell you. He honestly loved the way you would torcher him without even knowing it. He didn't want that to end… just yet.

"We should get to class before we're marked tardy." He mumbled and stood straight again.

You blushed, and nodded. He was going to kiss you… but he stopped. What made him do that? Did he realize that you weren't desirable because you didn't have a body like the other whores of his? Did your breath stink? You had no clue, but none-the-less; it made you feel bad about yourself.

1-Yes, girl

2-Darling

3-No.

4-Brother