It was late at night when Allyson starts to cry. The rain pours down, and a small light flickers into the room, which was then followed by what seemed like a deafening boom. Allyson cries louder, and louder, in fear of the unpredictable weather that plagues her. When the thunder and lightning weren't striking, the rain seems to pound down harder and harder on the roof, hitting the drainpipes as if they were metal. With a soft whimper Allyson opens her eyes, an unsteady, silence hitting her. By now Felicia or Ludwig would have been there to comfort her, but they weren't. Something was wrong.

Crying louder, she doesn't expect a soft voice to fill the room. At first it was unfamiliar to her, but as the minutes went by, and the song became more gentle, she started to relax. Closing her eyes, Allyson drifts into an easy rest, right as the blankets are carefully tucked around her.

That was her first time meeting him, her bisnonno. Allyson was a few weeks when that happened, and as she got older, he watches over her. However, it wasn't until she first started to crawl, that would make any difference.

She first started to crawl at her fifth month, something that Ludwig was proud of, yet at the same time wary of. She would crawl around, and get into some form of trouble, and like Felicia she would sometimes get bored easily. He tried to make sure she was occupied with a small task for children, but something he would often forget about the tasks, was the fun factor. Because of his perfectionist tendencies, he expects Allyson to be as close to perfect as possible, and he wasn't afraid to make sure she was. Sadly, it would take long for the little girl to get bored, and start to play with a different toy. Felicia would giggle, when she saw Allyson get sidetracked, even thought Ludwig wasn't amused.

Another thing Allyson liked to do was wander the house. She would crawl on the floors she could reach, stopped by the child-proof blockades that were installed on the stairs and in front of the doors that led to anywhere dangerous, while the doors that she could be locked, were locked. She would crawl through the hallways when Felicia or Ludwig had visitors, so that one of them could watch her, but mostly she would crawl around in her room.

But one day is was different.

Nobody knows how the door was unlocked or who unlocked it, or why it was. Ludwig himself was confused about how Allyson could get into the room, but she got into that room.

The room Rome died in.

It was a late afternoon, and Ludwig was lecturing Gilbert about being responsible, and Allyson managed to slip away. Crawling through the hall, Allyson looks up at a door, right as it eerily opens up. Without a second thought she crawls into the room, without a care for how cold the room was, or how empty it felt. Fortunately since she inherited her mother's inability to read the atmosphere, and so she wasn't spooked by the room. Crawling around, she pulls on some sheets, and explores. Looking up, an older man smiles at her, with a warm inviting smile.

The older man had a sad pale complexion, that was nearly translucent, but his eyes still carried the caring warmness that they always had. He also had a frail appearance to him, as if he had slowly wasted away. Looking down at the small infant, he chuckles, ruffling her soft brunette curls, careful of the curl. She giggles, smiling at him. Feeling more at ease, the male leans down, and scoops Allyson up, setting her next to him.

Allyson smiles as she sits with him, a cozy silence filling the room, until the male looks down at her, noticing the small little details: the soft shade of brunette that she inherited from Felicia; the soft curls that she had when she was the same age, and the perfect blue eyes she got from Ludwig. To put it simply, she really was the perfect combination of the both her parents. He wonders what Allyson would be like. Would she be cheerful like Felicia, and just as carefree, or would she be strict and disciplined like Ludwig?

Standing up, he goes to the window, looking up at the cold night sky. He could never go out there anymore, as he was bound to this room; his death sealing the cruel fate that plagued him each day and night. Yes he could watch over Felicia and Allyson, and watch them grow, but at a cost. They never seemed to see him, being as he couldn't move around much, well when he could move around. His nights were limited to a few nights a month, and if he was lucky, someone would go into the room. He looks at Allyson, envying, and pitying the sense of innocence that she held in those kind eyes. She didn't know of the cruelty that the world carried, but he prefers it that way...after all he wanted her to keep that quality. He never wanted Allyson to go through what Felicia went through:

Soft cries could be heard, as the room filled with panic. Felicia Cried, holding onto Ludwig, the front of her outfit spattered with blood. Lovina looked at the door, her eyes filled with guilt and regret, as they waited to see if Rome's condition would stabilize. He lie there in that bed, his breath slowly softening, in a shaky way, as the color was draining from him. He had lost a lot of blood by now, and it was starting to show.

"N-nonno...please don't leave us..." Felicia let out a small whimper, as she tried to hold onto his hand; trying to seek solace from the once warm grasp. it wasn't suppossed to end like this. He wasn't supposed to get hurt. No...he wasn't supposed to...die. "Nonno...I-I'm sorry" she sobs on the sheet, starting to shake in fear that he was going to leave her. "Please don't leave nonno...please don't leave" with each moment, her words became more desperate.

"Felicia...stay strong. He...I'm sure he'll pull through" Ludwig awkwardly pats her back.

"...no..." He weakly opens his eyes looking up at them. "not this time..."

Walking down the hallway, Ludwig notices that the door was ajar, and further investigating sees Allyson Lying on the bed, asleep. With a soft smile, he picks the girl up and carries her to her room.

But at the back of his mind he wonders how she got in...

A.n. sorry for the wait...have been in college...kind of depressed because I failed one of them...*cries*

I also have been working on a bft fanfic...

here it is so far...

"I can't believe you missed this" a laughter fills the air, as three males talk. The one laughing gestures to the unsuspecting one, who is smiling, and eating a tomato. "West kicked us out of the house...and being the greatest, I found a place we could go to...this couple goes up to Antonio the genius..." he pauses to laugh. "They ask for directions, but he ended up saying 'I hope I don't seduce you' to...my god..." the male started to laugh more.

"Get on with it Prussia..." the third male said, sighing and resting part of his face into his hand.

"To the guy...the over muscled, angry looking guy...!" and with that Prussia falls onto the ground, laughing up a storm. His dark red eyes clenched shut, because he was laughing do hard, tears had began to form. "Antonio...you speci-...this is why we love you~!"

With a sigh, Spain looks at his half eaten tomato. "It was a simple mistake..." he frowns at the Prussian. "And if I remember correctly, didn't Hungary trick you into saying 'let's kiss' to every guy at a meeting in their language?'"

Prussia frowns. "So not awesome...stupid Russia tried to drag me into some rape dungeon until his sister stepped in...still have the scars from that!" he angrily adds in the last part.

With an annoyed look, Prussia looks to the third friend. "Thanks for having my back France..." rolling his red eyes, he gets up to get a beer.

"Spain...how have you been with the perpetually angry Lovi~?" France lightly smiles, hoping to lighten the tense atmosphere.

"Not very well...Lovi's mad at me again...I don't know what I did...must have been ba-"

"Still the bitch in the relationship?" Prussia walks back in carrying a six pack. He tsks at Spain, before handing each of them a beer, and then sits down himself. "I bet you did nothing...like how you NEVER, do anything? You two have been together for so long, and you've never done anything!"

"Sorry, but she does make a mountain out of an anthill..." France added in frowning at the beer for a moment. "And who's the one who cheated...her, non?"

"Si...but it-she didn't mean it!" Spain quickly replies his green eyes filled with anger and a little hurt. "She still loves me...she does!"

"Spain, Spain, Spain...wake up and smell the rotten tomatoes, she's not worth it..." France puts a hand on Spain's shoulder, trying to calm him down. "All she does is criticize you, and order you around..." he pauses to sigh. "As Prussia would put it, she made you the bitch..." Prussia lets out a yell of agreement that is muffled by him drinking. "It's not healthy..."

"But Lovi is really sweet when we're all alone...this one time she took care of me while I was sick...my own personal nurse~" he smiles like he was thinking of it, and without realizing it, kisses the tomato remains. Both friends roll their eyes in disgust, at his shameless defense of her. They knew she was bad for him, and they knew he would be better off, but he was too blind to stop. To spain, she was worse than any addictive substance, even more so than the tomatoes he loves more that life itself.

With a sigh, Spain goes back to his tomato, finishing it, his emerald green eyes narrowed in an unexpectedly concentrated frown. Deep in thought, he stared at the window. "You guys don't know the real Lovi. She's really sweet...just a little rough around the edges. I promise. "

France was about to object, when a ring filled the room. The song 'like a boss' started to play, as Prussia jumped up and answered.

"Fffffffff...I have to go guys. West knows about the blown up toilet!" and with that, the self-proclaimed awesome Prussian raced out of the room, like a demon out of hell, the sound of his boots hitting the hardwood floor the equivalence of crickets, until they slowly receded away. France and Spain were left, staring at each other in confusion.