Now, do y'all know who's POV it is? It's the one and only.... 

*cue kesesesesese in the background*

Gil, chill. Oh that sounded good. But yeah, it's zhe awesome Prussia!

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No.

That did not just happen.

I did not just lose my target because of some whispers I heard.

Verdammt, no! (I believe verdammt is German for damn)

Okay, no big deal, I just have to find him again. In a crowd. Yay. 

Sighing, I attempted to do just so. Easier said than done. I weaved my way through the crowd, scanning everyone's faces. It's like he just disappeared. Gott, I'm so screwed if I lose him entirely. Well, there was still almost a week  left, and tracking him down during that time is totally doable, so I suppose it's not too bad.

Attention suddenly peaked by a specific blonde head of hair, I made my way over to the person. I lost the target but found an ally who was incredibly helpful if he wanted to be. Of course, I wasn't going to just go over there and ask for help, or at least any major assistance, no, my pride gets in the way of that, and I have no trouble admitting that to the air. 

I was about to tap his arm when he turned around and smiled. "Oh, hello there. Lost it?" Kirkland asked, somehow already aware of the issue. "Yep, but not for long! Did it hit you, by any chance?" We spoke in more or less, code. It would definitely confuse an outsider. I received a nod. "It all went south afterwards though." He said, and I laughed. "That sucks. Gotta go, then, see you around." I walked off back in the direction I came from. The target really was a trickster, huh.

Eventually the familiar figure came in to view, triggering a grin to appear on my lips. Thought he could get away from the awesomeness that is me by some creepy whispers, huh? Slowly but surely, I crept up behind him, ready to knock him out and play it off as taking a drunk friend home. Just as I was about to strike, he collapsed. Blinking, I unfroze from my shock and turned the man over. A cyanide pill. He had committed suicide. Did he think he was going to get interrogated or would he much rather go this way rather than be killed by the enemy? Both are very likely possibilities. 

Might as well make the best of it. I slung the dead man over my shoulder, heading to a more secluded area to rummage through his pockets. Successfully finding one, I was about to start my rummaging when a phone rang, startling a jump out of me. Sighing, I read the caller name. "Birdie (Mattie)". Why would he call? He only ever does if there's some crucial matter. My rummaging could wait, then. The second I picked up, the Canadian's frantic voice penetrated my ear drums. "Whatever you do, do not touch the inside of the coat. Do not." 

Sounds of confusion were all I could utter. "Vhy...?" Ah, verdammt. My accent slipped through. "It might be sugar coated." I froze for the second time today at those words. It could have very likely been the coat that killed him, then, despite taking the cyanide pill. That's interesting though, it's definitely one near bulletproof way to conceal something. "Alright then, thanks Birdie." I hung up, huffing. Despite my wearing gloves, the acid would probably burn through anyway. (I hope I'm not confusing anyone with the whole them speaking in code thing) So this was the definition of useless. 

Now, the question was, what do I do with a dead body that would probably be useful somehow? Well, the body itself was useless, but maybe something could be scavenged from the, uh, acidic coat. But I wonder how only the inside had a layer of acid that didn't seep through to the outside That meant there was some lining, and if the lining could be taken out...

But that was not my specialty, that was Feli's. So, all I could at the moment was keep the coat folded in on itself with me and make sure it comes into contact with nothing and no one. Easy enough.

That night, as I slept in the hotel bed, terrors plagued my dreams. I saw a burning house, heard psychotic laughter, saw Lud's abnormally terrified blue eyes, saw a gaunt man in dressed in white from head to toe, saw unnaturally bright forest green eyes with overflowing mania in them, smelled smoke and ashes, and tasted blood.

In the back of my mind, I knew it was just a nightmare, and was doing my best to wake up. But it just felt so... Real. 

After what felt like a century of horrors, my eyes snapped open. Dimly aware of the wetness of the sheets due to my sweat, I fumbled for my phone on the bedside table. With shaking hands, I dialed my bruder's number. 

Please be okay, please be okay...

"Hello?" 

Oh thank Gott.

"Hey, is everything alright over there?" My question must have confused Ludwig, because there was a moment of silence before his skeptical answer came; "Yes, why?" "Nothing, just checking. I'll go back to sleep now. 'Night." With that nonchalant answer, I hung up and sighed, running a hand through my silver hair. All I needed to know was that he was okay, that he was alive and unharmed. 

It really was just a dream.

Or was it?

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Some mystery to spice things up~ 

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