The group didn't know how much time had passed out in the real world, hours, minutes, second. No one knew. They couldn't tell. But in the hall they were trapped in told them it was just pass eight-thirty. Considering that they had started the meeting at around five in the afternoon and finished roughly about seven-forty-five, it have only been forty-five minutes since they started the invasive journey through Alfred's head.

It felt wrong to many of them.

It felt wrong to peer into the private life of the american. To watch all the horrible and sad moments through his time, to witness the joy and bittersweet days with his loved ones. They didn't want others to do it to them, why did they have to do it to him? What was their purpose of being there? Were they supposed to watch their actions against him and apologize for it?

"There's only one door left in the first hallway," Alfred sighed looking at the last door. It stood in the center of the end wall, no light shone upon the oak and the the usual gold of the doorknob was now brass. It looked corroded. The natural shine now matted and green bag to creep up from the base and from the underside of the handle. "What's inside, I don't want to see."

" 'll go f'rst," Berwald made his way to the front of the group and, with much strength and force, turned the handle and opened the door. On the other side, the sun was barely touching the horizon on the atlantic ocean. Now that there was light they could see the state of the door. The polished wood was replaced with a rotting grey material. Holes and chunks of the once sturdy wood now gone and had left the door forever. The engraving on it didn't have the gold or silver in it, it was left bare and read 1-15. Where it was done beautifully and carefully, appeared to be done hastily, scratched into the wood.

"Where are we?" Francis asked, arms wrapped around himself to try and keep warm in the cold air.

"I know where we are," Arthur said and ran head through the line of trees. The others following suit except the twins. They didn't want to watch the scene again, didn't want to relive the cold and dark memory. So they stood by the door, behind the trees they were thankful blocked them from what lay ahead. But the group. The group who followed Arthur to the otherside, who followed him to the lost colony, had chosen to watch.

"Angleterre, where are we?" Francis asked once more when they came out from the forest line.

"My lost colony, Roanoke," Arthur spoke in a daze. He didn't know what happened to them, they suddenly vanished with nothing left behind but their homes. And there in front of them was the wooden wall his people built to protect themselves, a closed gate at the entrance and a sign with the name 'Roanoke' etched into it with care. "The people--my people--disappeared with no trace of them left. I didn't believe Ralph Lane when he told me and the parliament that they left, but what happened, no one knows."

"But its in Alfred and Matthew's memory, they know," Yao said. "Look there they are."

Coming out of the forest were the younger twins, hand in hand walking to the entrance of the colony. They were a bit older this time where they were about four in the previous memory, here they were around six, maybe seven. Brown leather hides wrapped around their waist and leather boots on their feet. A matching beaded necklace on their shoulders and one in the Matthew's hand. "Kuruk, do you think the person in there is like us?"

"I don't know, Kwahu." Matthew answered. "Do you think he wants to play with us?"

"I don't know. We didn't tell mama where we're going, will she be mad, Kuruk?" Alfred stopped in front of the gate, worry filled his eyes as he peered into the busy little village. "Will the people in there be nice? Will they be mean?"

"We have to find out, Kwahu." Matthew dragged his scared younger brother under the gate and behind a pile of hay. From behind it they could see many men working, tending to the animals they brought, building more homes, creating tools and other things the two didn't know. The very few women that came stayed inside their homes, cooking and cleaning.

"Who are you two?" A voice startled the twins and brought Arthur to tears. A little boy, about twelve, crouched behind the hay to look at the boys he didn't know. Blond hair cut short and green eyes like Arthur starred curiously at the scared kids. The same bushy eyebrows raised when he noticed their appearance, "You look like me! Blond hair and light colored eyes! My name's William, what's yours?"

"Kuruk," Matthew pointed to himself and then to his brother hiding behind him. "Kwahu."

"Those are interesting names, but oh well, let's play!" William smiled and touched Matthew's shoulder shouting the familiar name of tag before running off. The twins smiled and ran after the older blond, fear of him forgotten as they ran through the village, startling the villagers around them. With the sun hidden behind the horizon, William came to a stop at the edge of the forest outside the walls of the colony.

Around his neck was the beaded necklace the twins had given him during their chase. But the happy moment soon came to an end when William began to cough, violent and bloody. "What? My people!"

In a hurry William ran to the colony, Alfred and Matthew not too far behind, and quickly looked around. What he saw brought tears to his eyes and made him stand frigid in place. There in the center of his colony were the dead bodies of his people piled like sacks of flour outside a bakery, limbs torn off and eyes gouged out littering the ground around the beasts that consumed them hungrily.

Matthew and Alfred stood still at the entrance of the village and watched William run forward crying, angry, frightened, to the creatures that threatened their lives years before. It was no use as the wendigoes continued to eat the people of Roanoke. Crunching on the bones, slurping up their intestines, and chewing on the skin and clothes. The more they ate, they more William died. Blood began to drop from his mouth, wounds sprouted all over his body, and slowly he fell to the ground. His lifeless body now bloody and tossed into the pile to be eaten.

The twins didn't move from their spot. They just watched as the wendigoes ate them and left through the forest, searching for more, never full, always hungry.  Watched the sky change back to blue and their mother appearing in front of them checking to see if they were hurt. Neither of them spoke to their mother but cried against her shoulder when she picked them up and left the village.

When they returned back to the hall, Arthur fell to the ground. Tears flowed endlessly from his eyes as he cried into his hands. The horror of how they ended. The abrupt and disastrous way that made his heart clench with grief. He didn't want to feel this pain again, didn't want to be reminded of how he felt when he first heard the news.

The group left Arthur to himself, all except Gilbert. He decided to hell with them knowing, he was going to comfort his brother through his grief, he was going to be the shoulder his brother would cry on. Many looked curiously at the scene, many were shocked, they wondered why Gilbert was consoling the country he barely spoke to. But they let it be. They let the prussian hug the brit while he cried against his shoulder, they let the stoic nation of Sweden the kneel against the ground next to them and be there with the two.

"This is why we didn't go past the trees," Alfred spoke. "This is why I didn't tell Arthur what happened to his people. I didn't want to relive the horror of all those innocent people being eaten before my eyes, didn't want to tell him that it was monster from my lands that killed his younger brother."

"We thought it was for the best Arthur didn't know," Matthew  looked at the ground. "I didn't tell him either when I was under his rule, it would've hurt him more then than it did now because Alfred's revolution was still fresh in his mind."

"I don't think I would've handled it then," Arthur hiccupped wiping his bloodshot eyes. "I could barely handle it now, and I had these two with me."

Gilbert looked to the group that still looked curiously at the three. He looked to his baby brother who had no clue what was happening with Arthur and Berwald. But before he could say anything, he looked to the two before him and nodded. They nodded back deciding it was time they knew, and with a shaky breath, Gilbert stood and said to the group, "Arthur and I are twins like Matthew and Alfred, our mother is Britannia and Germania and Berwald is our older brother, but he's not Britannia's son. Just Germania's."

"We knew that," Matthais said for the nordics. "Our father told us that Berwald was Germania's son when he took him in, but I didn't know you two we're twins."

"We didn't want you all to know." Arthur said standing off the floor. "Simple as that."