This is basically a filler chapter, not as proud of it as my other chapters, really.. xD; Still, please read and review~

Chapter 6

"A ghost?" Feliciano blinked curiously as Antonio nodded, resting his chin on his palm as he put his elbow on Lovino's bed, next to the sleeping boy. Feliciano thought for a moment before he frowned and shook his head, earning a sigh from the Spanish man. "I don't remember seeing one…"

"Alright. It's just some weird rumor going around anyway." Antonio chuckled. "It says that when you are able to see the ghost, then you're possibly the one who could break the curse."

"The curse…" Feliciano whispered to himself, blinking, remembering. He was already getting used to the life here, and it had only been a day. The fact made him shiver slightly and whimper slowly. Antonio blinked.

"Feliciano?" The Italian trembled, looking up to the Spanish who simply smiled to the boy, tilting his head. "Is there something wrong?"

"Earlier today…" Feliciano started, "…I felt… Like… I couldn't remember something."

For a split second, Feliciano thought he saw something deep in Antonio's eyes. Disappointment, but understanding. As Feliciano struggled to find a way to explain what he was talking about, Antonio waited patiently.

"…I… Don't remember what I was trying to think about… But… I'm not lying. I was scared."

"Si." Antonio said softly. "Don't worry, I know what you're talking about. I advise you get used to it, since it's going to happen often for a bit now."

"Ve…?"

"Your mind has to adjust with this world. In turn, you will forget things of your past. The first being your true name."

"My… Name?"

"Do you remember it?" Antonio tested, smiling sadly when Feliciano froze, his eyes widening.

My… Name…? Feliciano sat still, looking to the ground, his brows furrowing. He thought hard until he felt his head begin to spin. My name… Is… Feliciano… No, no it's not. It's not Feliciano. It's… It's…

Tears began to form in Feliciano's eyes. Antonio watched quietly as the Italian began to sob in spot, raising his hand to his forehead and continuing hard to keep thinking. He swore it wasn't a hard name at all. It was a name he lived with for centuries.

"…Honestly, I can't help you." Antonio responded after he gave Feliciano a few minutes to think, torturing himself with a headache. "I can't remember your real name either."

"B-But…"

"Do you know mine?" Antonio blinked.

"…" Feliciano froze again, his mouth opening slowly, the name at the tip of his tongue but not coming out. His lip trembled as he gripped his pants tightly, the tears rolling down his cheek in fear.

"…Exactly." The Spanish man whispered, reaching over and resting his hand on the terrified boy's head. Feliciano didn't stop trembling, his eyes still wide. "…After you signed the contract with the king, he got the right to take away your memory and replace them with more common knowledge of this world. I don't know my real name. I don't know your or Lovino's either. I know there was something I used to eat a lot with Lovino when I was in the outside world, but I can't remember what it was at all. Funny, isn't it? I must've really liked it if I ate it as often as I remember I did…"

"…Yao knew his name, though."

"Ah… There's some that will remember." Antonio answered. "Yao is one of them. It's because when newcomers come in, they are called their real names by them, so they hear it basically every day. It's hard to forget when that happens, right?"

Feliciano nodded slowly.

"Also, since memories like that are deep in your head, when someone calls you by your original name, you should be able to recognize it." Antonio laughed lightly. "By the time I see newcomers they have already been through Yao, who told them about the system about real names in this world with the King. So no one calls me by my real name."

Feliciano's eyes widened slightly, remembering clearly he was one of those the man was talking about. Guiltily he looked down, unable to look into Antonio's face. What a mistake… He wanted to know his real name, didn't he?

"Norway, we're back!" Denmark grinned as he kicked the wooden door, earning an annoyed sigh from the other side. Norway walked to the door and after crossing his arms and staring at the knob for a long time, grumbled.

"Password."

"Oh come on Norway!" Denmark whined. "You know who I am!"

"Who are you?"

"…" Denmark whimpered and hung his head low, mumbling. "…Nordic five: Assmark is back. Open the door, please."

The door opened, but Denmark was far from happy. He held out the dead rodents in front of Norway, who twitched his eye, obviously disgusted.

"…What's this?"

"It's food!" Finland smiled, jumping into the conversation. "For Ice!"

"He needs to eat something other than those things the 'all mighty king' makes and forces down our throats." Denmark added, nodding and still holding the hardening squirrels in Norway's face, who slapped them away in disgust. Denmark blinked and grinned, holding it back up to Norway's face, earning a hard kick in his gut as a response, knocking the breath out of him.

"Get that out of my face." He grumbled, looking to Sweden, who sighed and took the cold squirrels from Denmark.

"…We can try to cook it up." Finland smiled, looking to the taller man, who nodded in silence. With a bright smile, Finland grabbed Sweden's free hand and led him towards the large heated rocks in the corner, just good enough for a quick barbeque style of preparing a meal. Norway watched and soon turned his attention back to Denmark.

"…Did the King see you?"

"I'm not an idiot." Denmark replied, standing up again and rubbing his stomach. That really hurt. "I know how to sneak my way around."

"Don't get caught." Norway warned, crossing his arms. "I am not going to work as a slave."

"You won't." Denmark chuckled. "Has Iceland gotten any better?"

"I just put him to sleep. He should stay asleep until the meal's ready." Norway paused. "…He's not getting better. But he's not getting worse either."

Denmark caught the hint of worry in Norway's voice and grinned, raising his hand and putting it on the shorter country's head, ruffling the golden hair. He earned an annoyed glare in response.

"This place is twisted up already as it is," Denmark chuckled, "Having nothing but the terrible stuff to eat, most people going by weird names, Iceland suddenly turning into a kid… We'll get through it. Just leave it up to me."

Norway sighed and pushed Denmark's hand away, nodding slightly and leaving the taller nation, deeper into the cave they now called their 'shelter'. "…I'm going to go check on him. Call me when the animals are cooked."

"Roger that." Denmark nodded.

"Can you see ghosts?" Alfred asked, poking his head out beside a woman's bed, who screeched and almost fell off the mattress. She blinked a few times, staring at the boy for a bit, before moving closer to him again, as to double check what she was seeing.

"Why hello there…" She said, laughing lightly, blushing in embarrassment of how she was so scared of such cute little boy. "Isn't it late for you to be out? Who's your guardian?"

"Can you see Gilbert?" Alfred asked, ignoring the woman's questions. The woman blinked slowly, tilting her head.

"Gilbert?"

"Do you know Gilbert?" Alfred asked again. He pouted when the woman just stared at him blankly. "You don't?"

"I know that name…" The woman frowned. "I'm sorry, though… I can't really help you… I don't remember where I heard the name from."

"Are you new here?" Alfred tilted his head, looking at the woman's breasts. "You're fat."

The woman frowned at the comment immediately. "Yes, I'm new here." She responded. "But that's not something you should be saying, little one. What's your name? I'll take you to your guardian."

"What's your name?" Alfred asked back, narrowing his blue eyes. The woman sighed.

"Elizabeta." She replied, tilting her head. "Your turn."

"Alfred." The child responded. "If you can't see Gilbert, though, I don't need anything with you. Do you know anyone who can see Gilbert?"

Elizabeta frowned at the boy's attitude before shaking it off with a sigh, thinking. "…I could ask Roderich."

"Then ask him. I'm waiting." Alfred's brows furrowed, just as Elizabeta's did. With a nod, she turned to the bed beside her own and shook the sleeping male. After a few mumbles and whispers, she turned back to the boy.

"Nope." She said. "Sorry. Really, though… You should stop playing games and go back to your guardian. Are you lost?"

Alfred shook his head. "Heroes don't get lost." He responded with a grin. "Heroes just do what they have to do!"

"Ah, wait!" Elizabeta called out, but the boy already left the room, heading for the next one. With a sigh, the Hungarian woman frowned before deciding to leave it as it is, laying down in the bed again trying to get back to sleep.

"How are they?" Ivan frowned as he looked at the children on the floor on a futon, leaning on the wall nearby. Yao shook his head, biting his lips.

"Just like always, aru…" The Chinese man frowned. "They keep working…"

"They aren't stupid; of course they'll work." Ivan frowned to his friend. "They know how this world works, probably by instinct by now."

"I know." Yao covered his face with his hands, sighing heavily. "But… I just don't like how it works… I can't do anything."

"…" Deciding this wasn't the time to bring up the depressing report that he couldn't find the missing boy at the moment, Ivan stayed silent, closing his eyes. "It'll be gone again in a few days," He reassured, "Just hang in there."

Yao nodded slightly as he brushed the bangs away from Tao's closed eyes, tracing his fingers along the forehead to feel the temperature and biting his lips harder, almost drawing blood.

"Can you see Gilbert?"

Feliciano stared at the boy that he suddenly found sitting on his chest, blinking curiously. He had seen the boy before… He looked so familiar. Frowning, figuring it was from the outside world, he just stared at the child.

"Can you see Gilbert?" Alfred asked again, a frown coming to his face, losing patience. Feliciano blinked and nodded. Gilbert… The one who led him to the castle. Of course he could see him; he's the one that led him here to begin with. Feliciano had meant to thank him, but didn't get the chance yet.

"You can?" Alfred's eyes widened. Feliciano nodded again.

"Who are you?" Feliciano asked finally, slowly pushing himself up. Alfred scooted himself down the Italian and sat on his lap instead.

"I'm Alfred. I'm a hero." The boy puffed his chest out. "What's your name?"

"Feliciano Vargas."

"Fe… Fe…"

"Feli's fine." Feliciano laughed softly.

"Feli. Got it." Alfred nodded and climbed off the other, blinking in confusion. "You look like Lovino."

"Si…" Feliciano sweatdropped, still in his own world of trying to figure out who the boy was. The boy looked familiar; almost too familiar… But the name just didn't come to his head. The Italian frowned.

"Are you new?"

"Si, I am."

"…Don't lie." Alfred narrowed his aquatic hues, making Feliciano tilt his head in confusion.

"I just got here yesterday." He explained. "So… I don't know who you'd call 'new' and 'old', but… I consider myself new at this place." Alfred just stared at Feliciano's stomach. "Alfred?"

"You can't be new." He pouted. "You're not fat."

"Veh... Fat?" Confused, Feliciano looked to his own stomach, nodding right after. "Si, I was never fat, as much as I can remember…"

"…Arthur said all new people are fat. You aren't fat. You aren't new." Arthur… That was the King's name, right?

"…Alfred, right?" The boy nodded. "…Alfred, King Arthur made a mistake, then. Not everyone is fat when they come here…"

Alfred's eyes widened in shock before he quickly shook his head in denial. Tears formed in the little boy's eyes as he did so, making Feliciano blink slightly, suddenly worried.

"No, Arthur is always right." The boy responded, earning a weird look from Feliciano. "…Who are you?" Feliciano asked again. "Not your name, but… Like… What do you work as?"

"Work?"

"…Do you work?"

Alfred blinked and shook his head. As he did so, he spotted the boy in bed, making him tilt his head slightly and climb off Feliciano fully, walking to Lovino's bed and peeking into the smaller Italian's face. "When will Lovino come and play with me again?"

Confused by the sudden change of topic, Feliciano sweatdropped. "…Maybe when he's better?"

"He's sick?" Feliciano nodded. Alfred frowned deeply and poked Lovino's cheek, earning a high-pitched whine from the brunette child. "He's always sick."

"Being sick isn't fun." Feliciano laughed slightly. "Really, you should go back to the King. He's the one that takes care of you, right?"

"I don't want to go back to a liar." Alfred grumbled back, crossing his arms after he made his way back to the taller Italian. "He lied to me. I don't like liars. You aren't fat, but you say you're new."

With a sigh, Feliciano rubbed the back of his head. He yawned sleepily and leaned against the wall beside the bed. "But aren't you tired? It's pretty late…"

Alfred shook his head stubbornly, and Feliciano sighed. "…You want to sleep with me?"

When the child blinked, Feliciano smiled slightly and pushed himself under the covers again, raising the blanket for the boy. Alfred gave the idea a small thought before he climbed onto the bed and under the covers beside the Italian, closing his eyes after he rested his head on the pillow. Feliciano watched for a bit before he too relaxed in the bed, falling asleep as well.

"So he started moving…" Gilbert whispered as he stood at the bridge in front of the castle, looking up at the window where he saw Ludwig's shadow, staring outside as well. With a frown, the albino closed his eyes. "I know. You don't have to remind me."

"I'm just saying." A voice said calmly, causing Gilbert to groan.

"You always have to crush my hopes. I wonder where you get that bad habit from?"

"…My past, maybe?"

The Prussian glanced down to the owner of the voice with his crimson hues, and with a grin, brought his hand down and ruffled the blonde hair. "Cheer up a bit, will ya?" When the child beside him just frowned in response, he chuckled lightly. "It'll all work out. There's some hope; Italy was able to see me, remember?"

The child's scowl deepened.

"And there're nations who haven't forgotten who they are. I heard there's even a group of them, in fact." As Gilbert continued on, the child just listened, his eyes staring blankly at the castle. "We're going to be fine. Here, let's go back before that pitiful excuse of a king finds us snooping around." He held his hand out, and the child took it with a sigh, walking away from the bridge back to Germania and Rome's shelter.