AN: Okay so here's the new chapter and i'm so sorry. as i said in Romano's story i have been massivly busy. i hope this longer chapter makes up for it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything

The room was dark and the hallway was eerily familiar but I couldn't quite place it but I could hear a resounding crash coming from the hallway that branched off from the one that I was in right now.

Suddenly I was transported there. And in front of me sat a guy he had dark brown hair and his hands where buried in his hands and his legs folded up in front of him. He looked only a few years older than me if that.

Dim light shone through the window sparkling in the dust that coated everything. I looked around at the place and my breath caught in my throat. It was the old orphanage but run down and a layer of dust coated about an inch thick everywhere.

"Feliciano where are you…" the boy said looking up his haunting eyes piercing my soul.

"Fratello!" I cry shooting out of bed barely missing the ceiling that was above me. I looked around me taking in the room as I took deep breaths to calm myself. Then carefully I take out my sketchbook which was hidden in my pillow case along with a pencil. And started to draw Romano as he looked there so broken and upset.

The light of the sun was just starting to get up through the window and the other older kids were waking up just as I finished the final pencil strokes. Tucking it back in my pillow case I maneuvered my way down to the floor carefully avoiding the children sleeping on the floor. Making my way out the door along with the other kids that were in high school.

A grumbly Arthur came from the nursery room running a hand through his hair.

"How was nursery duty?" Camilla whispered coming up next to him. He turned and scowled at her as she just gave him a playful grin.

"What do you think?" he whispered harshly starting down the stairs. We looked at each other and shrugged making our way down behind him. My thoughts still swarming around the dream I had last night. I had no idea what to make of it.

Line

The kitchen was always a noisy place. Especially with ten other kids all trying to make enough pancakes for all of us.

There were five stations each station had two people in it, me and Ludwig were one station and Camilla and Arthur were at another. Each station was to make ten pancakes which in total means we were to end up with fifty pancakes roughly.

"I had a dream about Romano last night." I said mixing up the batter as Ludwig made sure the griddle was heating up.

"What do you mean?" Camilla said as she took away a salt shaker from Arthur before he poured it in the batter.

"I was back at the old orphanage but it was much older and everything was covered in dust. And he was just sitting there crying but he looked…older like he would look now." I said she turned to me a thoughtful look on her face.

"What do you think it means?" she said taking the bag of rice out of Arthur's hand before he could pour it into the batter.

"It probably doesn't mean anything," Arthur grumbled as Camilla pushed him out of the way and started to put the batter on the griddle.

"Maybe it's time I take finding Romano into my own hands and not let him come to me." I said and Camilla turns around smiling while she flipped a pancake slapping Arthur's hand out of the way when he tried to help. If Arthur helped this batch could turn disastrous no matter how many cooking shows Arthur claimed to watch.

"If you go anywhere I want in." she said and I smiled, she turned to Arthur her hands crossed over her chest.

"Fine count me in to." He said and Camilla hugged him wrapping her hands around his chest.

"I'll come to." Said a rough voice from behind me. Ludwig stood there awkwardly the spatula in his hand flipping over pancakes.

We all nod looking at him not quite sure what to do but we didn't have much time to just stand there because a shout came.

"Hurry up you Midgets!" We all got back to making the pancakes.

Breakfast was as short affair and we didn't stay for long and then met each other up in the top stairwell for a brief second.

"So what's our plan?" Camilla asked looking around making sure nobody was watching.

"We shouldn't talk about this here." Arthur said looking around.

"Okay then lets meet at the park in a few minutes." I said and we all nodded splitting up as we gathered everything we needed.

Line

I walked out of the door shutting it quietly behind me as I ran off looking over my shoulder ever so often as my bag hit my back as I ran and the wind blew my hair back. I ran through the streets and on the sidewalks making my way to the park where we were going to meet.

The park was pretty empty and moderately sized but big enough we could find somewhere to sit where we wouldn't be interrupted.

I could see that Camilla and Arthur were sitting there and Camilla was pouring a handful of grass over Arthur's head and he was grumbling and trying to brush it off of himself and Camilla laughs and throws more at him. I run over and Camilla stands up giving me a hug even though I saw her just a few minutes ago. I can see Arthur in the background standing up and brushing the grass off of him.

"Ludwig!" Camilla shouts letting me go and starts to make exaggerated waving motions trying to show him where we are and I can see him run over.

We all situate ourselves so that were sitting cross-legged in a circle.

"So what's the plan?" Camilla repeats her words from earlier. Arthur nods as we stare at each other trying seeing if somebody will speak up before us.

"We should go to the old orphanage." A low voice speaks up and we each look around trying to figure out who spoke and we all land on Ludwig. "I Mean" he give a small cough "That's where Feliciano saw Romano in his dream, right?" Ludwig said his face warming up a bit until it was a light pink.

"That's a great Idea Ludwig!" Camilla said giving the blonde haired boy a big smile and Arthur shifted uncomfortably in his cross-legged position.

"But how are we supposed to get there?" I said voicing the question that everybody was thinking.

"Well cars are out" Arthur said crossing his arms.

"So are trains" Camilla piped up we all looked at her. She just shrugged her shoulders letting a small laugh free. "What I was just trying to help" She says with a playful grin.

"Okay so buses then?" I asked and they all nod.

"Well that's settled what date is the next question." Camilla said with a clap of her hands and we all looked at each other.

"Tonight." I said firmly. "I'm not waiting any longer." I said and they all nodded and so it was set. We were going to escape into the night tonight.

Line

As we walked back I mentally went over a checklist of what I would need. When something like alarms started to go off in my head as I remembered something.

"Camilla!" I shouted turning around, she looked up at me and my panicked expression and gave me a panicked look back.

"Is everything okay Feli!" she said walking towards me.

"What about Makayla?" I asked her and she stopped short her mind going a mile a minute. "We can't just leave her here!" I said panicked and we all stopped moving just standing there.

"We have to bring her then." Camilla said crossing her arms.

We can't bring a baby with us!" Arthur said grabbing her arm and turning her around to face him. She stood facing him her arms crossed and a defiant look on her face.

"Yes we are, it's either that or she gets killed." Camilla said eyes worried but her face defiant as her and Arthur started to stare down each other. Finally Arthur caved throwing his hands in the air and Camilla smiled.

"Why do I even bother?"

"You know you Love me!" Camilla said skipping forward and I looked at Arthur who I am sure turned an unhealthy shade of red.

Line

The night was howling and I could hear it as it pounded its self against the windows and walls. I was staring at the ceiling to nervous and excited to even try to sleep as my head lay on the bag I was taking. Periodically I would turn to see the hands on the clock on the opposite wall. We were supposed to leave a midnight. And right now it was eleven fifty getting closer. When the hands finally hit the eleven fifty-five mark. I carefully lowered myself on the ground careful of any kids sleeping on the ground.

I made my way over to the corner where Camilla and Arthur were sleeping Camilla's head leaning against Arthur's chest and Arthur's head resting on her head. They were ten shades of adorable but I had to wake them anyway.

"Camilla…..Arthur….. Time to wake up." I said quietly shaking the two awake. Camilla moved a bit before opening her eyes and toke in her surroundings. While Arthur just shot awake sitting straight up almost throwing Camilla to the ground. And for that he got a dirty look from said girl. Then I felt myself maneuver my way over to Ludwig on the other side of the room.

"I'm up." Ludwig's voice said just as I reached out to shake him and I pulled my hand back like it had been stung. He sat up grabbing the small bag that lay next to him. I could see Camilla and Arthur leave the room to go grab Makayla. Me and Ludwig were supposed to go downstairs and get food and baby stuff.

Situating my bag on my shoulder I made my way out of the room and to the bottom of the steps Ludwig following me as I made sure not to step on any of the loose or squeaky floorboards and we made our way into the kitchen. My night vision finally kicking in I was able to take my bag and fill with any food that wouldn't go back quickly. Ludwig made his way around the kitchen making sure he found the bottles and baby food.

As quiet as we were when we got down there we made our way to the front door where Camilla and Arthur were standing.

"You got her?" I ask and she shows the bag she's carrying half open. It is filled with blankets and stuff and on top you can see Makayla's head just barely peeking out.

"Good" I said and we carefully opened the door Ludwig holding it open as we each sneaked out the closing it behind us.

Now I know what you're thinking. Putting a baby in a bag is mean and cruel but it's already going to be suspicious enough with four kids riding the bus at midnight let alone with a baby. We started walking away from the orphanage disappearing into the night.