"…lian. Lillian. Lillian!" It took me a moment to realize that it was my name being spoken. It took me several ore minutes to remember where I was and how to respond.

I opened my eyes, immediately finding a pair of bright green ones staring into mine with an exorbitant amount of concern. I felt sixteen other pairs of eyes on me, but I focused on Arthur first. I was still in my chair, though it had been turned so that he could look me straight in the eye. As soon as my eyes had opened, his hands dropped from where they had been on my shoulders, and his expression went from worried to relieved. As I looked around, I saw everyone's expression go through the same transition when they saw my eyes open. However, I noticed that a few of them, including Gilbert, Natalia, and Lovino, tried to hide their caring expressions behind ones of indifference.

I caught sight of Matthew looking at me, and he said, "W-what was th-that, L-Lillian?" He looked genuinely scared for my well-being; it made me want to cry.

"I-I don't know, Matthew," I said, turning my chair back around to face the table and putting my head in my hands. "I just don't know." There was a pause, and I could feel everyone hesitating; then Arthur spoke.

"What happened?" he asked. "What do you remember?"

I tried to answer him as best I could. "I remember sitting here, talking about what was going to happen to me and where I was going to stay. I remember asking what was going to happen next, and then my vision cut off." I looked over at him, and he nodded, encouraging me to continue. "Suddenly, I was somewhere else."

"Where were you?" Antonio asked. I looked over at him. If I just looked at one person at a time, if I only looked at the person I was speaking to, I could get through any difficult conversation, I knew.

"I'm not sure," I told him. "It could have been anywhere, though I suspect that I was not anywhere southern." I gave a little smirk.

"Why do you say dat?" Wang Yao asked. He looked pretty confused.

I looked over at him and grinned, saying, "Well, for starters, there was a lot of snow on the ground, and I'm pretty sure it had been there for a long time." He just blushed and looked at the table. I felt a little bad, and would have said something to make him feel better, but then Gilbert spoke.

"Vell, vhat happened next?" he asked, pulling my attention over to him. I thought about telling him off for his rudeness, but then shrugged it off. What's the point? I thought. One comment isn't going to fix him.

"Well," I said, then proceeded to relay the vision to them. I didn't leave anything out. I told about how I figured out who was there, the clothes they were wearing, what time period it seemed to be, the mysterious Scandia and Uralia characters, how no one else could see me. I talked about how they all joked, what exactly they said, how much Uralia looked like...well, me. I don't know how long I talked for, and afterwards everyone sat quietly.

Everyone looked a bit confused, like they couldn't understand why I would have that vision. Some were looking from my face to Berwald's, back to my face then to Tino's and back, all in a circle. It was enough to make me uncomfortable, but the two Nordics that were present looked too shocked to even notice the scrutiny. I was embarrassed, my face heating and my eyes tearing up. Why did I even say anything? I thought. They probably think I'm stupid.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Gilbert let out a shaky laugh. I turned towards him, and my anger seemed to egg him on, because his ever-present smug expression was back in place. He looked over at me and smirked. "You had me going zare, girl," he looked at me with that arrogant look on his face, but his eyes were darting around the table, like he was nervous. "I zot you vur seevreeush for un second." He examined my face for a few minutes, and whatever he saw there must have freaked him out, because his expression went from smug to scared in about five seconds. It was weird; it wasn't so much that he was afraid of what my vision implied, but rather…what it meant for me. It almost seemed like he was scared for me.

Everyone was looking at me, and I turned my chair so that I could meet their eyes one at a time. I knew what my face looked like; I've had enough practice lying to...certain types of people...to know the difference between my fake convincing face and my real convincing face. I was using the latter here.

As I looked around the table, everyone seemed to get a little nervous. Finally, after I had looked at everyone, I went back to staring at the table. Arthur put a hand on my shoulder. "Well," he said hesitantly, "as long as you are telling the truth..." He looked around before looking at me with an expression that was both curious and nervous. "You are, yes?"

"Yeah," I said, nodding.

Hi guys!

Sorry this chapter took so long. I had an idea for how I wanted it to go, but then I ended up taking out half of it...yeah. Hope you like how it turned out!

I don't know when I'll be able to post again, but I'll try to keep it under a week.

Hope you're having a nice April! Pull any good pranks yesterday? :)

Happy Spring!

Happy reading!

Anya