Nightmares from the Past!

It was a quiet and calm winter night. However, it was not going to calm and quiet for one certain Slytherin.

Gilbert shot up, wide awake in a state of panic. Cold sweat dripped down his face. His red eyes darted around for a moment as the Prussin realized where he was. He was safe in his dormitory. With a grin, he flopped back down onto his bed.
"It vas just a dream…" he muttered to himself. "A dream...heh...more like a nightmare…" He sighed. "Zhat's zhe third time zhis month…" Gilbert turned over and picked up the little chick that was sleeping soundly on his pillow. He stroked a pale finger across it's head, waking it up. "I don't know vhat I'm going to do…" Gilbert's little chick peck his owner's cheek affectionately, sensing his mood. "Ja, I know Gilbird. But zhat doesn't help. I've been having zhat same nightmare for months. I can't talk to Vater or Lud about zhis." Gilbird peeped. "You know vhy!" The chick peeped. "Because! It's a sensitive topic to talk about, und Ludwig doesn't even know zhe truth! I vould like to keep zhat vay, thank you. Anymore bright ideas, tough guy?" Gilbird peeped, as if he had spoken English to the Prussian.

"You can't be serious." Peep. "Maybe...vhatever. I'll just go back to bed for now. It's late." Gilbert turned over and tried to go back to sleep. Gilbird flew over his body and began to peck Gilbert's cheek repeatedly.

"Hey! Knock it off!" Gilbert pulled the bird off of him and put it beside his pillow as the bird peeped. "Vhat?" Gilbird flew over to Gilbert's nightstand and held up a piece of paper from a stack of them. "I don't understand vhat your point is…" Gilbird shoved the paper in his owner's face. That's when the Prussian understood what the bird meant.

"Oh no, I am not seven years old anymore! I am not going to mien mutter!" Peep. "Vell, who else is zhere?" Peep. "...Screw you! I am not going to zhem!" Peeep. "...No. Maybe. I'll think about it, but you und I both know zhat neither of zhem vill help me." Peep. Gilbird gave Gilbert an adorable-looking death glare. "If it makes you feel better, I'll write to Mom or talk to zhe ozher two about it IN THE MORNING!" Gilbert turned away from the bird as it peeped again. "Nien. I don't need talk to someone. I can last one more night." Gilbird peeped again. "I know zhis has been going on since November began! So vaht!? I can manage one more night!" GIlbird peeped with sarcasm. "Shut up." Gilbird peeped once more, with a little persuasion in it. "I know zhat. You're better zhan any owl. Just…" Gilbert sighed with annoyance. "Please can zhis vait until morning? Bitte?" Gilbird peeped again and shook his head. Gilbert glared at the chick. "Vhy are you so persistent over zhis?!" Gilbird peeped. "I do not squeeze you in my sleep." Gilbird peeped menacingly. "Fine, I'll go in zhe morning." However, Gilbird was persistent. He kept on peeping until his owner sat up.

"Fine!" he snapped, "Leave me alone, vill you?!" Gilbird peeped in victory. Gilbert quickly scribbled down two notes and tied them to Gilbird's legs. "You know vhat to do, right?" Gilbird seemed to nod as he flew out of the room and the dungeon. Gilbert sighed, and then left the dungeon himself.

Gilbert walked for while before stopping in an empty corridor. He knew very well that no one who come and by and stop what was about to happen. After a brief moment, he heard footsteps coming towards him. He perked up to see Elizabeta and Roderich walking towards him. Both of them seemed to be still half-asleep.

"Finally…" Gilbert muttered. Elizabeta yawned.

"This better be good," she said angrily, "It's vell past midnight!"

"It is."

"Zhen vhat in zhe vorld is it?!" snapped Roderich. Gilbert sighed and began to explain.

"For zhe past three months I've been getting veird dreams. Zhe thing is...they're not dreams. They are my memories...und zhey are pleasant." Elizabeta looked briefly over at he Austrian behind her before she spoke.

"Vhat memories?" she asked. Gilbert rolled his eyes.

"Those memories. Zhe ones zhat screwed my life up entirely. You know, zhe ones vhere-" Roderich drew a line across his throat.

"Be careful about vhat you say," he seethed. "Someone could be listening to us."

"I vasn't going to name anyone, Dummkopf."

"Don't call me an idiot! If any one here is an idiot, it's you!"

"How is it me!?"

"If I recall, fifth year, you vere zhe one cheating off of my tests!"

"...Nevermind zhen." Elizabeta groaned loudly.

"Enough," she said, "Gilbert, you've haven't dreamt about those memories of eleven years. Vhy are you dreaming about them now?" The Prussian sighed again.

"I don't know. Maybe because of zhe Tournament? I've been stressing out over zhat. I just...don't vant a repeat, you know?" Elizabeta placed a hand on Gilbert's shoulder.

"Gilbert," she began, "That von't happen again. It vas years ago. Ve vere little and couldn't control our magic yet, Now, he can protect himself. If vorse comes to vorse, than ve can protect him. He vill be fine."

"I can't help it," Gilbert said, brushing Elizabeta off of his shoulder. "You saw vhat happened to me after zhe accident."

"You'll be fine. You are a strong vizard. And remember, ve're here for you."

"Elizabeta vill…" Roderich muttered, earning him a glare from his girlfriend. She kicked him from behind, her heel digging into his foot. "Zhat vas unnecessary!"

"Danke…" Gilbert said, ignoring what just happened.

"Ve should all get back to sleep," continued Elizabeta. "Jó éjszakát, Gilbert."

"Gute Nacht."

"Remember, ve are here for you." And on that final note, the three left to return to their own towers and dungeon.

Gilbert walked quietly back to the dungeons. However, he only made it halfway when someone caught him.

"What are you doing out so late, mon ami?" The Prussian jumped before turning around. He came face to face with the confused sapphire gave of Francis Bonnefoy.

"What are you doing?" Gilbert asked him.

"Following you," answered Francis, "What does it look like?"

"Vhy are you following me?" Francis sighed and paced closer to Gilbert.

"You woke me up by talking to yourself. I 'eard some of it, and I got curious." Gilbert gave him a blank, ruby stare.

"...You heard me?" Francis nodded.

"Oui. Somezing about nightmares and your family…"

"Oh...heh…" Gilbert laughed nervously, taking a step back.

"Care to explain?" Gilbert shook his head.

"Nien. I don't vant to." Francis's eyes narrowed as he gave GIlbert "the look." Who do you think taught Michelle how to do it? Gilbert looked around before sighing in defeat.

"I've been having dreams…" he said, "...about...Sebastian…" Francis raised an eyebrow and looked at Gilbert curiously.

"You mean zat boy who you said used to chase Feliciano around? 'Im?" Gilbert nodded. "WHy would you 'ave dreams about 'im. Didn't you say 'e died at least eleven years ago?" Gilbert shook his head. "Quoi? Mon ami, you're confusing me…"

"Sebastian...vas mien bruder…" Francis's azure eyes widened

"Quoi?!" he exclaimed, "I zought zat you only 'ad one brozer! Ludwig!"

"I do…" Gilbert muttered. His red eyes fell to the floor.

"I am still confused…" Gilbert sighed.

"It's a long story…" Francis walked over to the wall and sat down against it. He motioned for Gilbert to do the same.

"I 'ave time." Gilbert sighed and sat down next to the French teen.

"Okay...vell…" GIlbert began, "Eleven years ago, zhere vas an accident. Zhe same one Sebastian died in. Or at least...ve zhought he vas going to die from…"

It was the dead of night on the London streets. Two seven year old boys, a seven year old girl and a six year old boy were walking down them. It was dead quiet, and the only light was provided by the street lamps.

The children were a younger Gilbert, Roderich and Elizabeta. The third boy with them was someone entirely different. He looked a lot like Ludwig did, with messy blonde hair and icy blue eyes. But this boy had more of a childish innocence about him.

"Remind me why we're out here in middle of the night…" asked Elizabeta.

"Vati sent us out," Gilbert explained, "Zhat's vhy."

"Und zhen you got us lost!" Roderich exclaimed in anger.

"Vhy?" said the little boy.

"Because zhe the Universe can not handle how awesome your big bruder is, Sebastian," said Gilbert, messing the boy's hair up even more.

"No offenses bruder, but how exactly are you awesome if you keep getting us lost?"

"Uh...don't question my awesome vays."

"Awesome my-" Elizabeta seethed before Roderich covered her mouth.

"Language!" he said. Sebastian suddenly clung onto Gilbert. The albino looked at his blonde, blue-eyed brother.

"Vhat's wrong, Seb?" he asked. Sebastian buried his head in Gilbert's shirt.

"I thought I saw somezhing…" the boy muttered.

"Are you sure? Vhat vould even be out zhis late...ozher shan us…"

"I say ve keep valking!" said Elizabeta.

"Ja," Roderich agreed, "Zhe faster ve finish zhis, zhe faster ve can get home!" Gilbert shot a glare at the Austrian.

"Shut up, young master," he said, "I'm zhe oldest!"

"Hey!"

"Both of you knock it off!" Elizabeta yelled, silencing the boys. Gilbert stuck his tongue out at Roderich as they continued walking.

As they pass an alleyway, there was a loud crash, making the children jump.

"Vhat vas zhat?" Sebastian asked, slightly afraid.

"I don't know," Gilbert said, trying to be brave for his brother. "Stay here…" He took a few cautious step towards the alley.

"Be careful, bruder…"

"Careful is my middle name."

"Isn't it-" said Roderich, raising an eyebrow curiously.

"Shh!" Gilbert motioned for the others to follow him. Elizabeta and Roderich did as they were motioned to do, with Sebastian staying behind. As the older ones looked around the alley, Sebastian slowly entered it.

"Can ve please go?" he asked. Gilbert sighed.

"I don't think anyzhing is here…" he muttered. "It vas probably a stray cat or somezhing…"

"Can ve go?" Elizabeta turned out of the alley.

"Yes," she told Sebastian before turning to the other Germanics. "Come on-" Suddenly, Sebastian began coughing and leaned onto Elizabeta as the other two walked out of the alley. She stroked his blonde hair tenderly. "You shouldn't even be out here in the cold… You have your...your...your…"

"Tuberculosis…" Roderich said. ELizabeta nodded. Gilbert took his brother by the hand.

"I got him," he said. "Let's hurry. It's getting colder." They all nodded and continued.

A few minutes later, the small group was almost back to their home in the suburban area of the city. Only one thing stood in their way.

"All ve have to do is cross zhis street," said Gilbert. "Zhen ve're home free!" The four began to cross the road. However, the sound of a car reached their ears. Elizabeta and Roderich had already crossed by this point, but Gilbert- who had the weight of his brother, didn't. Both brothers were frozen like deer in headlights as a van came towards them. In a moment of panic, Sebastian let go of Gilbert and pushed him with all of his strength to the other side. Gilbert looked back to see what was about to happen. HIs red eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.

"SEBASTIAN!" he screamed. He went out to get Sebastian to safety, but it was too late. Elizabeta held Gilbert back as the van hit Sebastian. Tears formed in Gilbert's eyes.

"SEBASTIAN!" The van stopped, and a man with blonde hair stepped out. Gilbert broke free of Elizabeta's grasp and ran towards his brother. He knelt down next to his brother's bloodied figure. Tears slid down his pale cheeks as he picked up Sebastian, holding him.

"Sebastian…" he cried in his language, "You'll be okay… You'll be fine… I promise…"

"I am very, very sorry…" said the man, but Gilbert ignored him. He was looking into the fading eyes of his brother.

"Ich liebe dich...Gilbert…" Sebastian muttered before losing consciousness.

"SEBASTIAN!"

Gilbert, Elizabeta, and Roderich were waiting patiently in the hospital's waiting room. The police were nearby, talking with the driver of the van.

"Vhen vill zhey get here?" Gilbert asked his two companions.

"Soon," replied Elizabeta. "Just vait a few more minutes." Gilbert clenched his already pale hands together.

"I can't vait! Zhey von't let me see him unless they're here!" As if on cue, two people burst into the hospital. One of them was a tall, blue-eyed man with long blonde hair that was tied back. The other was an albino woman that looked like Gilbert.

Gilbert's mother ran over to her son and knelt down in front of him.

"Vhat happened?!" she said. "I get a call from vork saying zhat mien Sohn vas hit by a van!"

"Ve vere coming back home," Gilbert said, trying not to tear up again. "Zhis guy came out of novhere vhen we were crossing zhe street. Sebastian...he pushed me out of zhe vay und got hit! It's my fault! I should have been faster!" HIs mother ran a hand through his silver hair.

"It's not your fault. Look at me," she said, lifting her son's red gaze to her own. "It vill be fine. Your Vati un I are going to speak to zhe doctors, alright?" Gilbert slowly nodded his head. His mother kissed his forehead before she and her husband headed towards the emergency room.

Later, Gilbert was alone in the waiting room. Roderich's mother came and picked up her son and Elizabeta, and the police, along with the man, had left an hour ago. Only the albino Prussian remained behind. Then, Gilbert's mother walked out of the emergency room and looked at her son. Gilbert looked up at her.

"You can come see him now...if you vant…" she said. Gilbert bolted towards his mother.

Together, they walked to the room where Sebastian and his father were. Sebastian was still unconscious and lying in a hospital bed and was hooked up to a machine. His head and torso were both bandaged. Before his mother could stop him, Gilbert ran up to his brother's side.

"He's going to be okay…" Gilbert asked his parents, "Isn't he?" Both parents exchanged a look with each other. Gilbert looked at his brother, with a heavy weight in his heart. Sebastian had saved him...he didn't want his brother to die because of that. His father sighed.

"Zhey said zhat it's most likely…" he said was Gilbert looked over at him with hopeful eyes. "Sebastian...is not going to vake up." Gilbert's hopeful expression fell.

"Vhat…" he breathed. His mother put a hand on his shoulder.

"Gilbert, please try to understand," she said kindly, ""Sebastian hit his head pretty hard vhen he vas hit. Zhe doctors said zhat zhere isn't much of a chance zhat he's going to vake up. He's as good as dead.

"Don't say zhat!" Gilbert snapped.

"Gilbert," his father said sternly, "Listen to your mutter. Sebastian vas hurt badly."

"I can see zhat! But he'll be okay...he has to be…" Gilbert began tearing up again. Gilbert's mother ran a hand through her own silver locks.

"Gil, calm down," she said, "Everyzhing vill be alright." she knelt down and held out her arms. "Come here." Gilbert shook his head.

"How can it be alright if you're acting like it's so normal vhen your son might die?!" He broke down, crying heavy tears onto the bed.

"Come here, Schatz." Gilbert ran into his mother's arms and buried his head in her shoulder, staining her work uniform with his tears. She held his head gently. "You'll learn vhen you're older zhat...somezhing bad happened not zhat long ago. Your vater und I vere involved vith it. Ve saw people ve loved die." His mother began to tear up. Although Gilbert did not know why at the time, he would learn later that his mother's sister- his aunt- had died along many others in the Battle of Hogwarts by her sister's side.

"Ve learned to handle death vell," she continued, "Sebastian vill be fine. I promise."

"Is zhat a promise you can keep?" her son asked. His mother exchanged a glance with her husband.

"I hope so…"

Gilbert sighed and leaned against the wall as he finished his story. Francis looked over at his friend, still in confusion.

"So...'ow does ze fact of you 'aving one bozer tie into zis?" he asked. Gilbert blew into the open air.

"Vell…" he continued, "Every veek for zhe next four years, I vent to visit Sebastian at zhe hospital. Mutter und Vater eventually gave up on Sebastian vaking up, but I didn't. I still had hope."

"Did 'e?" Gilbert nodded.

"On August 31st, 2008…"

"Right before we started school…"

"Ja…"

An eleven year old Gilbert walked into a familiar hospital with a smile on his face. Maybe this would be the day...maybe this would be the day his brother woke up. He walked gingerly up the nurse at the front desk.

"Guten Tag, Miss Vhite!" he said happily. The nurse turned from her work. She was most likely in her early fifties. SHe and Gilbert had become closely acquainted due to him visiting so much.

"Good morning, Gilbert," said the old nurse.

"I'm here to see Sebastian." Miss White laughed.

"You're visiting early this week. What's the occasion?" Gilbert grinned.

"I'm starting school tomorrow!" he explained. "It's zhis boarding school in Scotland. I vant to see Sebastian one last time before I leave. Have zhere been any improvements?"

"Slight changes, yes." Gilbert's ruby eyes lit up.

"Has he shown signs of vaking up soon?!" Miss White laughed and shook her head.

"Your enthusiasm makes me smile, Gilbert. I really don't know. Anyway, he's right where you left him. Room 238."

"Danke!" Gilbert ran off and to his brother's hospital room.

Gilbert walked to the room on the second floor and opened the door. Sebastian, by now, had become older. His appearance was that of a ten year old. There were no longer bandages on his body, but he was still hooked up to the machine. Gilbert smiled weakly as he walked to his bedside.

"Hey, Sebastian," he said to the sleeping boy, "Zhis is going to be my last visit for a vhile. I'm going to Hogvarts tomorrow. You know, zhe place vhere Vater teaches." He sighed.

"I'm really nervous about it. Mutter said zhat I'll be fine, but I'm vorried about you, Don't vake up unless I'm here, alright? I vant to be zhe first person you see vhen you vake up! Zhat vay I can thank you for saving me...und zhat vay...ve can be brozhers again…" Gilbert looked up at the ceiling with a sigh.

"I vonder vhat House I'll be in. I vonder I'll make any new friends. I'm tired of hanging around vith zhat stupid aristocrat all zhe time. I vonder if I can make it Quidditch team next year...I've been practicing!" Gilbert laughed before looked back down at his sleeping brother.

"I vonder if you can even hear me…" At that moment, Sebastian stirred a bit. Gilbert shook his head, and saw his brother remaining still as he was before.

"I must have been seeing things...but...Sebastin? Don't vake up vithout me, alright? I vant to be zhere vhen you do."

"I'll be back for Christmas! I'll tell you everyzhing about zhe school, alright." Gilbert leaned over and hugged his brother. Upon pulling away, he place a kiss on his forehead. "I'll see you zhen!" Gilbert turned and began to head for the door. He stopped when he heard the monitors start to pick up. His eyes widened.

"Sebastian?" Gilbert turned around. To his amazement, his brother was moving and wide awake. Sebastian was trying to pull the mask the doctors had put on him With rejoice in his heart, Gilbert ran over to him and pulled the mask off. Sebastian gasped as Gilbert wrapped his arms around him with a large smile on his pale face. Gilbert had no words to describe his emotion right now. All he cared about was the fact that his brother was alive. However, the feeling would not last.

Panicking, Sebastian pushed Gilbert off of him. Gilbert looked at his brother with surprise.

"Sebastian?" he breathed in shock. His brother's blue eyes were full of confusion and fright.

"Wer bist du?!" Sebastian shouted. Gilbert's ruby eyes widened at the sentence. He knew hat his brother had said. He turned on his heel and ran to get the doctors.

Gilbert leaned against the wall outside of the room. His happy look was replaced with a downtrodden one. Sebastian's first words replayed in his mind. He couldn't believe that his brother had said that. Why had he said that?!

Just then, Gilbert looked up to see his parents walking towards him. They both seemed happy, like he had been previously. Gilbert looked back down at the floor.

"Gilly, vhat's wrong?" said his mother upon seeing her son's face. "Sebastian voke up! I thought you vould be excited!" Gilbert sighed.

"Wer bist du…" he repeated.

"Vhat?" his father said. Both of his parents had become confused by what Gilbert had just said.

"Zhat's vaht Sebastian's first vords vere…" Gilbert explained. "He asked me who I vas." The Beilschmidt family stood there in silence until one of the doctors came out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

"Are you…" he said, looking at the chart in his hands, "Sebastian Beilschmidt's parents?"

"Ja," his mother answered. "I am Julchen, und zhis is my husband, Alaric." She grabbed the doctor by the collar of his coat.

"Julchen!" her husband exclaimed. His wife ignored him.

"Vhat's wrong vith my son?" she said through clenched teeth. Alaric pulled his wife off of the doctor as Gilbert stood up straight.

"Well...uh…" said the doctor. He cleared his throat and fixed his coat. "We asked your son a few basic questions, you know, his name...birth date...what he last remembered, that sort of thing."

"Und?" Alaric asked.

"From what Gilbert translated for me, I'm afraid I have bad news…" Alaric put his hands on his wife's shoulders, keeping her from trying to murder to doctor.

"Your son has post-traumatic amnesia." Gilbert's face fell. "My guess is that the hit to his head must have caused it. He can't remember a thing from before he fell into his coma."

"So...he can't remember his family?" Gilbert asked. The doctor shook his head.

"No one. Not one memory in that brain of his." Unlike what she was going to do before, Julchen collapsed into her husband's arms, bursting into tears.

"Mien Gott!" she cried, "Mein Kind! Mein kleiner Junge!" Alaric held his wife, calming her down.

"There is good news, Mrs. Beilschmidt…" said the doctor. Julchen looked over at him with a watery gaze.

"Good news?! My child doesn't remember his own family! How can zhere be good news!?"

"Mrs. Beilschmidt, please. As I was saying, Sebastian had tuberculosis when he was hit, correct?"

"Yes," answered Alaric. "Vhat about it?'

"From my observation, he seems completely fine. No fever, no chest pain. Nothing. HE' cured of it." Alaric shot a look at his oldest son, who shrugged.

"I just do have one question," said the doctor. "Before you lived here...did you live in Germany by any chance?"

"Julchen und I did. I vas moved here vhen it was reunified. I met my vife at a international school vide event. Vhy?"

"Sebastian's words are in German, hence why I had to have Gilbert translate them. I was just wondering if it was his first language."

"Nien," said Julchen as she started to calm down, "Ve speak it often at home. All of us are fluent in it." The doctor nodded.

"Well…you can see him now." Without a moment's hesitation, the family entered the room and walked towards their frightened fourth member.

"W-Who are you?" said Sebastian in German. Julchen looked at her family before kneeling down next to Sebastian.

"My name is Julchen," she said back in German, "I'm your mother." She gestured to the other two standing behind her. "The man is Alaric, your father. The boy is your brother, Gilbert."

"I-I-I can't remember anything! What happened to me!?"

"Calm down," said Gilbert, "You were in an accident, and you were asleep...for four years…" Sebastian's eyes widened.

"What?" Alaric smacked Gilbert in the back of the head.

"Gilbert Beilschmidt!" Gilbert's father said sternly, "You veren't supposed to say it just like zhat!"

"Vhat?! It's zhe truth!"

"Why are you talking like that?" Sebastian asked, noticing that the father and son pair and switched languages. Julchen laughed nervously.

"It's a language called English," she explained. "It's what they speak where we live. We'll teach you how to speak it." Sebastian nodded.

"So…" Gilbert said in English, "Now vhat? I need to leave for school."

"Ve'll head off tomorrow," said Alaric. Julchen stood and pulled the two off to the side. "Gilbert. Your mutter und I came up vith a decision." Gilbert raised one of his silver eyebrows.

"Vhat are you talking about?" Gilbert asked, confused.

"A vhile ago…" Julchen began, "You remember how ve said zhat your bruder vasn't going to vake up?" Gilbert nodded slowly. "Vell...ve…"

"Everyone assumed he vas dead," said Alaric. Julchen whacked her husband on his shoulder.

"I thought ve vere going to ease into it!" Gilbert's eyes widened.

"Vhat?!" he said in shock. Julchen sighed.

"Gilbert, listen," she said, "Your bruder isn't going to be able to remember anyzhing. Not us...not Roderich or Elizabeta...Not Feli...not anyone. Zhey already think he's dead. So...ve think it vould be a good idea to change your bruder's name. Give him a second chance vith a fresh start." Gilbert clenched his hands together in anger.

"Are you asking my to pretend as if Sebastian never existed?!" he yelled.

"No! It's like zhat at all! Ve just think zhis vill be easier on everyone."

"Zhat's vhat it sounds like!"

"Gilbert Beilschmidt," said Alaric sternly, "Control yourself. Vhile you und I are avay, your mozher und Miss Edelstein vill take care of your bruder."

"How are you even going to pull zhis off?!" After a moment's thought, Julchen spoke.

"I'll tell everyone zhat I had anozher child along vith Sebastian. Zhat child vas taken avay from me until your vater found him und brought him back to us. Zhey von't be allowed to tell him because he has amnesia."

"So you vant me to lie?!" Gilbert said, still in anger against the plan, "Roderich un Elizabeta vill figure it out! Zhey vere as close to him as I vas! UNd vhat about Felo!? She'll know it! She loved him!"

"Uh…" said Alaric, "You do know zhat Feli is short for Feliciano. As in a boy's name. Feli is not a girl, Gilbert. His full name is Feilicano und he is a boy." Gilbert stood there with a blank face.

"Nien…" he said, "I did not...I haven't been to zhe Vargas's since zhe accident…"

"Told you his reaction vould be like Roderich's!" Julchen laughed. Alaric groaned.

"You both are idiots…"

"But we're your idiots." JUlchen kissed her husband's cheek.

"Roderich und Elizabeta vill notice," Gilbert repeated, breaking up his parents. "Vhat are you going to do if zhat happens?"

"Tell zhem," Alaric said simply. "Have keep quiet about it. Zhey are smart kids. Zhey'll find out."

"Vill cross zhat road vhen- und if- ve get zhere," said Julchen, "I'll go und change his name on our vay ho-"

"I want to pick it." Julchen and Alaric looked at their son with a confused look. "Vhen ve vere little, he vould talk about changing his name one day. Und if you are going to basically change his entire life, I vant him to have a name he thought vas awesome." Julchen nodded.

"Vell...vhat is it?" she asked. Gilbert leaned over and whispered it to his mother. She nodded. "Alright zhen. I'll go change it. You two stay here und explain zhe Magie thing to him." Before either Gilbert or his father could say anything, Julchen swiftly left.

"So…" said Sebastian after his father and brother finished their explanation about the magical world, "Our family is made up of witches and wizards? And we can use magic?" GIlbert nodded.

"Yeah," he said with a grin, "I'm going to the school Dad works at tomorrow. It's going to be awesome! You'll be starting next year." Sebastian nodded.

"I have a question…"

"Go ahead," said Alaric.

"When can I go home?" Gilbert and his father exchanged a look before looking back at Sebastian.

"Soon. Und remember, your brother and I will be back in a few months for Christmas."

"You'll be fine!" said Gilbert, "They're are plenty of people to keep you company while your awesome big brother is away!" Sebastian stared blankly at the Prussian.

"Awesome?" he repeated. Gilbert's happy face fell.

"I feel a little hurt…" Alaric sighed.

"I'll go make the arrangements to check you out," he said, heading for the door. "Gilbert, stay with your brother." Gilbert stuck his tongue out at his dad as he left. As soon as the door shut, Gilbert wrapped his arms around Sebastian, who hesitantly hugged him back.

"I missed you…" he said to the boy, "...Ludwig."

"So, zhat is zhe tale of my bruder," Gilbert said as he stood, "To zhis day, he doesn't even know vhat happened."

"Wow…" Francis said as he stood as well.

"Ja…" After a moment of silence, Francis looked over at Gilbert worriedly.

"You said 'e was 'it by a van...oui?" he asked. Gilbert raised an eyebrow, but nodded.

"Yeah, I did...He vas hit head on...vhy?"

"When was it? Ze day 'e got 'it?"

"Veird question, but…" Gilbert looked up at the ceiling as he remembered. "Uh...right. It vas August 6, 2004. Once again, vhy?" Francis looked at the ground with guilt filling up in his azure eyes.

"Zat was ze same day…" he said, hesitant to tell Gilbert. The Prussian leaned in to hear him better. "Mon père, Michelle and I moved up here." Gilbert raised an eyebrow.

"Ja, now you're zhe one not making any sense."

"We came up here in a van…"

"Und? I'm not seeing zhe connection." Francis took a step away from Gilbert.

"My...père was ze one zat...hit...your brozer...and it was because...because of me…" Gilbert's eyes widened as anger filled his body and mind.

"Vhat?!" he said in anger. Francis took another step back.

"Please mon ami," Francis begged, "I was seven years old. I was fighting with my four year old sœur. Père just took 'is eyes of ze road for one second! 'E didn't see you two at all!"

"Mein best friend…" Gilbert seethed, "...caused me to my bruder?!" He took a step towards Francis, but the French teen took another one back.

"Mon ami, it was an accident! I didn't know what was going on, I didn't speak English yet!"

"You could have told me! We've been friends for seven years! UND YOU NEVER TOLD ME!?"

"Mon ami, calm down! I didn't know what was happening! Like I said, I didn't speak English!"

"Yeah, blame it on the language block!" Gilbert yelled.

"Please, calm down!" said Francis quickly. "You're going to wake up ze whole school!"

"Vhat are you two doing out zhis late?" The pair turned around to see Professor Beilschmidt standing behind them with a tired and pissed off look on his face. Gilbert crossed his arms over his chest and looked away.

"Nozhing," he said harshly, "Nozhing at all…" His father didn't buy the lie.

"Zhen vhy are you out here so late? Und yelling?"

"I couldn't fall asleep. Simple." His father still knew that his son was lying. HE had heard the entire conversation between him and Francis. Either way, he groaned.

"Both of you," he said, "Get back to your dungeon. Five points from each of you for being out so late."

"Oui, monsieur," said Francis before he rushed back to the dungeon. Gilbert turned to exit as well, but Professor Beilschmidt put a hand on his shoulder. Gilbert knocked it off.

"Vhat?" said the Prussian with poison and venom in his voice.

"I heard everyzhing you said to him," said his father.

"So vhat? I had somezhing to get off my chest, und I did. Does it matter?"

"You aren't allowed to tell people, Gilbert."

"He already knew, didn't he? Vhat does it matter? Only six people know."

"Zhat's three too many, und I am not allowed to erase zheir memories."

"I DON'T CARE!" Gilbert snapped, "I never forgave you for taking Sebastian avay from me! Now, Gute Nacht, Vater!" Gilbert ran back to the dungeons, not wanting to speak to his father anymore.

Kitten? Why are you in the emo corner?

This isn't Romano's Emo Corner. This is my crying corner.

Erm...why are you in your crying corner?

Because we most likely just broke up the Bad Touch Trio!

We really didn't break them up. I mean...in reality it only took Prussia...what? A hundred years to forgive France? We'll be fine! They'll be friends again! If not, I'm sure that Spain will force them to make up.

You sure? I mean...I love the Bad Touch Trio!

I'm positive. Now, care to tell our readers what's coming up?

Uh...my birthday?

Well...yes...but what else?

Oh! The day where I go down to the convenience store and buy a crap ton of chocolate because I'm a single bitch unlike you? Oh my god, I can already taste the chocolate...ah...

Yeah, and control yourself, you're starting to drool. By what my sister means, Valentine's Day is coming up! A day for romance! A day for love! A day for-

A day for me to spend yet another Valentine's Day writing fanfiction, watching Disney movies and eating store-bought chocolate!

Er...yeah... So, to celebrate, we're going to chose one lucky pairing within the Axis to center in on for the next chapter! Since we ourseleves can't decide, we came to the conclusion to vote on it instead! And you, our dear readers, get to vote! Kitten? Care to remind our readers which pairings we have for them?

Oh yeah! Um...let me see...Ah ha! Alright, our pairings you can vote on are...GerIta (Germany x Italy/ Ludwig x Feliciano), JapWan (Japan x Taiwan/ Kiku x Mei), PruLiech (Prussia x Liechtenstein/ Gilbert x Lili), SeyMano (Seychelles x Romano/ Michelle x Lovino) and RomaSic (Romania x Sicily/ Vladimir x Rosaria).

Also, since we haven't focused on many other characters, Angel has forced me to agree that we will add another pairing to the story that is not within the Axis. The other pairings are as follows...

FrUK (France x England/ Francis x Arthur), RoChu (Russia x China/ Ivan x Yao), SpaBel (Spain x Belgium/ Antonio x Emma), DenNor (Denmark x Norway/ Mathias x Lukas), SuFin (Sweden x Finland/ Berwald x Tino), GreenIce (Greenland x Iceland/ Hanna x Emil), LietPol (Lithuania x Poland/ Toris x Feliks), AusHun (Austria x Hungary/ Roderich x Elizabeta), CanUkr (Canada x Ukraine/ Matthew x Katyusha), and AmeViet (America x Vietnam/ Alfred x Lien)

Wow. Okay! So many people to vote on! So, vote as soon as possible! You can either send a PM to Kitten or put it in a review. Remember, you can vote for an Axis pairing and a non-Axis pairing, both listed above.

Please review it. Reviews make Kitten happy.

...Stop talking in the third person. You know it creeps me out when you or anyone else does that.

No! This is too fun for Kitten to stop!

Ugh...and you're the older one.

Next Time on Hogwarts from Around the World!

Buon San Valentino!

We'll see you then!