Roderich threw himself on his bed and started to sob, curling up into a tiny ball. This was his fault. His little brother William was dead and it was all his fault. Who would have known that Gilbert was right about something? He raised his little brother wrong. He should have raised William like Gilbert raised Ludwig. He looked at the picture of him and William on his nightstand before starting to sob again.

"I'm sorry." He whimpered, grabbing the picture and hugging as if it was William, "Your dead and its my fault." he sobbed silently.

Gilbert was walking by and heard the crying. Being concerned for his brother, he opened the door and saw Roderich sobbing. He ran over to his brother and hugged him tightly, rubbing his back and whispering soothing things in his ear such as its not your fault and its okay to try and calm him down.