hears a crash from upstairs. He sighs and calls up to her What are you doing?"

torn off the lampshade, and smashed the bulb, creating a jagged edge. She turns towards the door, eyes wide. What language was that?

heads up to her bedroom after not getting a reply. He knocks on the door. "Are you ok?"

positions herself on the other end of the door, weapon raised, and in a battle stance. She's waiting for this...person, whoever it is to _

_come in, so she can attack.

decides to just go in. "What's going on-"

lets out a battle cry and charges before tripping over the oversized shirt and falling on her face, letting out a string of profanity.

jumps back and gawps at her. "Giselle? What happened?" Did England put a spell on her? He bends down and sets her upright so he can have a_

_good look at her.

takes a few steps back, clutching her makeshift weapon and staring at him carefully. She recognizes her name, and demands to know how he_

_knows it...in German of course. Very old German.

only knows swearwords in old German from Gilbert, he's too young to have spoken it himself. "Can you understand me?" he asks extra_

_slowly in Modern German. He repeats the question in what he remembers of Latin just in case.

recognizes the Latin from that stupid old Rome. She nods at that, gaze still mistrustful.

sighs in relief. "My name is Ludwig, I'm your brother. Do you remember me?"

furrows her brow at that, shaking her head. "Mutti?" Yes, she wants to know where Germania is.

totally at a loss at that. "Uhh...she's not here." Gilbert never spoke about his mother...

pouts furiously, stamping her foot. "Mutti!" She moves to try and get past Ludwig to continue her search.