Gilbert had been looking around his new home that belonged to Ivan. So far it was just a normal home, but he found a locked door that seemed out of place. It was in the middle of the hallway, pretty close to Ivan's room. At first he thought it was the Russian's study, but he soon found that since the door was open with Toris cleaning it. It was odd since he was allowed to go anywhere in the house. He wondered why out of all doors this one was locked. It seemed Ivan had a little secret, and he wanted to know it.
"Hey Toris!" he called for the Lithuanian. "Come here a second!"
"What's wrong?" Toris asked, walking over.
"What's up with this door? Why's it locked?"
Toris went wide eyed and got between the door and Gilbert. He quickly pushed the Prussian away to try and get him away from the door. It seemed unlike him. At first Gilbert thought that he was scared about telling him. But soon he saw that it wasn't fear that made Toris do this, but anger and sadness.
"You don't need to know about this door! Just don't ever go into it, okay?" Toris said quickly. Once Gilbert nodded, he walked away.
Toris hoped that was the last he would hear about that door. Sadly it wouldn't be. Being the sturborn Prussian, Gilbert decided to ask the other members of the Baltic Trio: Eduard and Raivis. He was more than likely going to get an answer out of a guy who loved to teach people and a little kid. You could never get those kinds of people to shut up.
He walked into the kitchen were the two were doing dishes. Gilbert couldn't help but smile at this. They clearly weren't doing anything busy to tell him about this weird door!
"Hey Eduard, Raivis, can you tell me something?"
"What is it?" Raivis asked, looking up at the albino.
"What is in that locked door near Ivan's room?"
Eduard and Raivis both stopped what they were doing. Before Gilbert could say or do anything, he was pushed out of the kitchen with the door slammed in his face.
"You don't need to know about that room!" Eduard told him from the other side of the door. "So don't ask us again and please for the love of all that his holy don't ask Papa!"
"But I just want to know!" Gilbert whined, but he got no other answer from the two.
Gilbert sighed, walking off. Was he ever going to get to know what was going on. The Baltics really didn't want to talk about the room. Which just made Gilbert want to know even more what was in it. He didn't want to ask Ivan after what Eduard said, so who else could he ask. He looked up and grinned when he saw Yeka and Natalia playing a card game. Of course Ivan's sisters had to know what was in that room. And if he bugged Yeka enough she would tell him. He rushed over, sitting next to the two.
"Heya Yeka! Heya Natalia! Can I ask you both something?"
"What?" Natalia asked, not looking up from her game.
"Well I was looking around and I found this locked door and I wanted to know what it went to. After all it's the only locked room in this house."
Yeka and Natalia gave each other looks. Inside of pushing the Prussian like the others, they both stood up.
"Would you look at the time, Ivan is going to need me to... um... wash his scarf!" Yeka rushed out.
"I've got to help her!" Natalia said quickly.
"Ivan washes his own scarf," Gilbert told them. But they had already rushed out of the room.
It just wasn't fair. No matter who he asked, he didn't get an answer. So he decided to do something he knew he shouldn't. He waited till dinner when the whole Braginski family was together. Or at least those who lived in this house. In the middle of dinner when he was everyone was in a good mood, he asked something he would latter regret.
"What is in that locked door? None of you will tell me and you all said I should feel like part of the family. So why won't you tell me."
After that question was asked, everyone went silent. Five pairs of eyes went to Ivan. The Russian was staring at Gilbert, clearly in shock. He was silent for what felt like hours before he spoke. And his voice never went above a whisper.
"You want to know what's in that room," Ivan mumbled. "Everyone always wants to know what's in that room. So I'll tell you. It's a tomb inside that room. A tomb for someone who no longer lives here. Don't you ever open the door to it. I want it to stay sealed."
No more words came from Ivan's mouth. He simply stood up and walked out of the room. Yeka and Natalia followed him, sending Gilbert glares. Gilbert was stunned. He didn't mean to make Ivan mad, not after all the poor guy did for him. He looked at the other three who were staring at their plates.
"I'm sorry, I didn-"
"It's Dika's room," Toris spoke up.
"Huh?"
"That's what the room is," Eduard explained. "It's not really a tomb. Not in the sense that you would think. It isn't a tomb for a body. It's a tomb for memories."
"You see, when Dika was taken away, Papa stayed the night in her room," Raivis took over. "He was heart broken."
"That was his daughter after all," Toris said, taking his turn in the story. "He was closer with her than the rest of us. He loved her to death. She's also the only one he gave a nick name too."
"Little Sunflower," Raivis giggles. "She loved being called that."
"But now she's gone," Eduard sighs. "We don't even know if she's alive. So after Papa slept in that room, we all came to see if he was okay. Yet he clearly wasn't. He was so heart broken he took the key to the room and locked it up."
"'I don't want anybody, and I mean anybody, to open this room,'" Toris reacted like he knew the words by heart. "'Her room won't be opened until she comes back to us. It'll be a forgotten memory.' With that, we never saw the room again. All of her things stuck in there, just the way she left it. Damn room's got to be dusty and dirty, but he doesn't care. He can't stand to see it. I don't think any of us can. So please... never mention it again. At least not to him."
Gilbert simply nodded. He could see how much it hurt the family to just think about Dika. He felt terrible for pushing all day about. He promised to himself that if could ever help to reopen the sealed tomb that was her room, he would. He opened one day it wouldn't be a locked door but her room once more. And he swore to never mention that room again.
And Gilbert never did speak about it, ever again.
