Once upon a time in a far away kingdom, the Queen gave birth to a set of twin boys. However, the siblings were separated soon enough and the elder brother, Lovino, became the selfish king of the country and his brother, Feliciano, became his loyal tool. ...A servant of evil.
Lovino walked to the parlor room of his palace, his younger brother and servant following at his side. "Feliciano, we're holding a ball in celebration for my coming of age within the next hour, correct?"
His brother nodded. "Ve~ Yes, My Lord. The servants and I have invited kings and queens from various countries to attend, such as Lord Antonio, Lady Elizavbeta, and Lord Roderich."
"Meraviglioso! Just what I like to hear. Now, about the food and refreshments... are they up to standards?"
"Yes, My Lord. We will be serving the finest beverages and the tastiest of foods at the celebration. Pasta, tomatoes, casata... you name it! There will also be win, cider, and water, of course." Feliciano informed.
"Good. Now fratello," Lovino stated, breaking his 'proper' characteristics and turning to face his younger brother. "All there is to do now is get my outfit in order."
"Already got it covered, My Lord. Its made of the finest silk and made exactly to fit you." Feliciano said with a smile.
"Wonderful! Now, guests should be arriving at any moment, I presume, so I shall get ready. I'm correct in saying that my outfit is already laid out upstairs for me in my room, right?"
"Most definitely, My Lord." Feliciano replied.
"Good. You know where I am, need it be that I'm needed." Loving then climbed the spiral staircase and headed for his room, leaving Feliciano downstairs with the many other maids and servants.
A boy with a curl similar to Feliciano's, just a bit more jagged instead of a perfect curve, walked up to the man. "His Highness seems eager for the celebration. That's a good sign."
"Ve~ Si, that is very true. Now, chop chop!" Feliciano declared, clapping his hands. "We'd best get the tables set, the drink trays and food trays set out, and have someone at the door, ready for guests!"
Servants and maids were busily setting the table and letting guests through the palace doors as Feliciano walked up the spiral staircase and stood in front of he brother's bedroom door and knocking, notifying his elder brother of his presence.
"My Lord, all the guests have arrived. Shall I escort you down to them now?"
"What? Oh, si. Grazie for letting me know of their arrival." Loving opened the door, and shut it behind him.
Feliciano escorted his brother down the staircase, a proud smile upon his face. "I now give you Lord Lovino Vargas, King of Italia!"
Everyone clapped as Lovino smiled and bowed in acceptance to their praise. "Benvenuti! Benvenuti! Welcome to my Coming of Age ball! Feel free to drink and dine on the finest Italian foods and drinks! Now, shall we all head to the ballroom to dance?"
"Ve~ You heard His Highness! Follow me and I shall escort you to the ballroom." Feliciano smiled. He led everyone into the most wonderful Italian ballroom and couples joined together to dance with one another. Lovino, however, simply sat in a chair, grumbling to himself.
"My Lord, what seems to trouble you so?" Feliciano asked. "Is the food not good? Or are the drinks to bland? Maybe its the music-"
"None of those things are the problem!" Lovino told his brother. "The problem is that damned Lord Antonio. I can't seem to find him anywhere. Has he even shown up yet?!"
"Ve... Lord Antonio... Ah! Yes, My Lord. Lord Antonio has, indeed, arrived. Would you like me to find him, your highness? I'm assuming you wish to dance with him."
"Find him NOW." Lovino ordered.
Feliciano bowed and walked off into the crowd. He eventually found Lord Antonio sitting on the other side of the room and flashed a relieved smile as he approached the man. "Lord Antonio, his highness requests you to join him in a dance, if you'd be willing."
"Ah? Two men dancing instead of a man and woman? ...Well, then again, at my country of Spain, they do allow it, so I'm assuming its alright to dance with another man. Where is the young King?" Antonio replied.
"I'll escort you to him. Right this way." Feliciano guided the taller man to his elder brother, who's expression brightened at the sight of the man before him.
"Lord Antonio, you came! How wonderful!" Lovino cheered.
"Si, your highness. Also, Lovino, I would like to know if you share a dance with me? It'd be my honor." Antonio asked properly.
Lovino smiled and stood up. "I would love to."
Soon enough, Feliciano found himself watching his elder brother happily dancing with the King of Spain. He almost swore he saw his elder brother's eyes sparkle as he danced. But soon the dancing came to an end and it was time for the guests to leave and head back to their respective countries to resume their duties. Lovino eventually had gone to bed and Feliciano was left alone to sleep, as well. In the younger Italian's bedroom, he secretly hid a journal beneath his pillow. He proceeded to pull it out and open it to a blank page as he sat in bed. He began to write the words to a tune he had in his head since the ball had begun.
Born into a world where everyone expected the best
Blessed by all the bells that rang up in the high without rest
But our parents planned just how we'd be of very best use
Then they split our future in two, there was nothing we could do