A/N: Sorry for the short and late chapter, intensive writers block and such...So yeah...Read on!

Chapter 19

Date: December 26th 1953

A quick bolt of lightning illuminated the sky as Gilbert ran alongside the river. Rain fell in heavy sheets, soaking Gilbert thoroughly. The rumbling overhead terrified him. Flickering lights guided him through the dark, up ahead was the city. His legs frantically moved, pushing him forward. The rain was chilling, numbing Gilbert's body.

He didn't give a damn about who lived in the city, as long as it was there. He had heard stories about people who became delirious because of hypothermia. The poor hysterical bastards would wander around for days until their bodies collapsed. Hopefully that wouldn't be the case. He was pulled from that thought as he stumbled over a large rock.

As he floundered forward, trying not to fall completely, a car zoomed towards him. Gilbert's eyes widened and his body stiffened at the light and sound that was coming at him. The medium sized vehicle honked loudly as it wheels forced a screeching, abrupt halt, splashing water every which way. The door swung open, a spew of curses were shouted from inside. An angry teen with shaggy blond hair jumped out of the dark colored automobile. He was the source of the cursing. An irritated Swiss youth.

"Was zum Teufel? Are you a fucking moron? Get the fuck off of the road!" Unfortunately for the cranky blond, his shouts were lost on the younger teen. The albino just stood there, staring blindly into the headlights of the Volkswagen Beetle infront of him. Never moving, barely even blinking. This did not go unnoticed by the disgruntled young man, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

No response.

The cold rain continued to pierce through bare skin like daggers. Gilbert swayed towards the angry sixteen year old to his side. "Where am I?" He asked, his pale lips a light blue.

The blond sighed, "Die Schweizer Grenze. Where the hell are you going at this time of the night? A runt like you could get killed." Despite his words, the Swiss boy was shorter than Gilbert.

After a long silence, the blond spoke up again. "Need a ride? My name is Vash by the way."

Leonardo sauntered about, the uneasy feeling still stuck in the bottom of his gut. He wasn't the best at reading the situation, so he couldn't tell that the looks on his childrens' faces meant that something bad had happened. Slowly he pushed Gilbert's bedroom door open. Inside almost everything was empty of life, except for the albino's pet bird that chirped angrily at the intruder. No snoring boy on the couch below the loft, no soft, sleepy mumbling, and no irritated groan. Gilbert isn't here.

"Hey boys, is Gilbo staying with Mattie and Al for the night?"

Antonio and Francis beamed up, faking enthusiasm. "Of course! He's sleeping at their place for a little while." Francis said smoothly. His lie wouldn't be caught, this gave them time to find Gilbert without getting him in trouble.

"Oh, okay. That's good. Well...Maybe I should call...Gil just got out of the hospital and all..." Leonardo mumbled, walking towards the phone.

"N-no! They're at the theater right now and and and and-" Antonio stuttered loudly, thus earning a quick jab to the side from Francis.

While Antonio recovered from the strike, Francis took over. "And the Headmaster of the school would be wondering where they are. If you called and they weren't there and all."

To be continued...(If I get over my writer's block that is. R&R)

Translation:

Die Schweizer Grenze - The Swiss Border.

Was zum Teufel - What the hell?