A/N: Sequel time! I love all who are going to follow this one especially if you read My Prince! Oh, and don't expect any super hot Angel and Collins sex scenes. I've realized that it's safer to just leave that to the experts and one-shots. : )
Disclaimer: I'll put them away when I'm done, Jonathan!
"What do you mean he got married and left?" King Schunard asked in disbelief.
"About a month ago, Angel met Tom Collins and he fell in love with him. They went away on that trip together. And last night they got married and left because you had arranged Angel to be married and they just wanted to be together. And before you ask, no, I don't know where they are. He wouldn't tell me," Princess Mimi explained.
The Queen sighed and felt tears spill. "I can't believe he did this. We would've done anything and everything for him. What made him think to hide that much of his life from us like that?"
Mimi sat next to her mother and stroked her hand. "Mami, it's okay. Angel's just in love and scared that you guys would disown him if you found out he was gay and, while I'm not defending his actions, you guys did keep telling him he needed to be married to a woman to rule the kingdom," she calmly said. "I'm sure he misses you just as much, but he really thought this through."
"I'm calling his cell phone," her father decided.
"Daddy, he probably threw it away. He really wanted to not be found."
The King reached over to his phone and dialed his son's number anyway.
"I'm sorry, but the number you are trying to reach is either out of service or has been disconnected."
xXx
I love you too, my prince.
Collins swooped Angel up in his arm and pushed open the door.
The inside house was very contradictory to the outside. There was a very modern kitchen to the right, and to the left was a living room with a sophisticated entertainment system. There was a glass sliding door that led to a small backyard with lots of beautiful flowers and a place for a small vegetable garden.
The newlyweds climbed the stairs and saw a loft like floor with five doors. One led to a study with a large library, one opened to a bathroom, another was a closet, and two were bedrooms. Angel opened up the one the last door that was the master bedroom.
The walls had a beautiful raspberry color to them and there was a snow white carpet. A king sized bed took up a good half of the room, but there was a hanging mirror next to the door that led to a private bath. A large white armoire sat across from the bathroom door and a vanity sat next to it.
Angel sighed happily and leaned into Collins. "We need to go get food. I'm freaking starving."
He chuckled in response and rubbed his shoulder slowly. "Just let me change out these clothes and we can leave."
"I should change too," the prince agreed. He went to the bag he threw down by the door and stared at the few clothes he brought. "Honey, can we go shopping after dinner? I didn't bring many clothes."
"Sure," Collins called from the bathroom as he changed. "I have a question though. Are you going to continue dressing as a girl or go back to boys clothes?"
Angel bit his lip as he thought about it. "I'm probably going to stick with girls clothes because it's a good disguise and…" he took a deep breath before admitting, "I'm really comfortable in them." He saw Collins emerge from the bathroom. "Is that okay?"
"Sure, baby. As long as you're comfortable and happy, I'm happy. Plus I get to see your smoking hot legs more often," he said with a grin and suggestive wink.
Angel kissed his cheek as he danced to the bathroom. "I knew there was a reason I married you!"
xXx
Lisa, a maid at the castle, felt her heart beat anxiously as she knocked on the King and Queen's office door.
"Come in."
The petite blonde obliged and stood straight and tall before her employers.
"What do you need?" the King asked without looking up from his search for his son.
"I know where Prince Angel is."
xXx
Collins, having found that the shirt he was wearing had a rather large hole in the back, was changing into his 'Papi' shirt that Angel had brought for him. Angel, having decided to shower first, emerged from the bathroom with a tower wrapped around his waist.
"Um, Angel, I have a distinct feeling that if you go out like that with your wig on, you may frighten some people," Collins joked.
Angel laughed sarcastically. "I don't plan on leaving like this. I just forgot to grab a new outfit." He dumped the contents of his bag onto the bed and settled on a white long sleeved shirt with a multi-colored sweater, the jeans he had been wearing before, and the same white boots, but under the jeans, plus the same black wig.
"Baby, should I refer to you as a boy or girl now?"
"Ummm…I think 'she' would be best for public and stuff, but you can go back to 'he' when it's just us. Or you can stick to one for all the time," Angel said. He began to dress.
"Well, what do you want to be called?"
Angel thought for a minute, adjusting his wig in the mirror, before saying "'She.'"
"Okay then." Collins wrapped his arms around Angel's waist from behind, and resting his chin on his shoulder. "You, Prince Angel Dumott-Schunard-Collins, will now be referred to as a woman and my wife until you tell me otherwise."
The Latino melted at the touch and promise of, now, her husband. She finally snapped back to reality as she felt her stomach grumble. "We should go get some food before we get to distracted and never make it out of this room."
Collins laughed as he released his wife and let her grab the car keys from the counter in the kitchen. They made it to the garage where a red Pontiac G6 sat. "How well can you drive?"
"Pretty well," Angel said as she got into the driver's seat and started the car. "But I drive stick best."
Collins laughed as he got in the passenger's side. "I know you do!"
She laughed in spite of herself. As she backed out of the driveway, she said "Only you could make a dirty joke out of a way to drive a car."
"And that's why you love me," he said, letting his hand drift into hers.
A/N: So that was the first chapter. Does it sound promising? I've got about 35 pages in my notebook done, but I've got finals all this week so I'll try to get the next chapter up AQAP. As quick as possible! (Ahh, blatant Producers refrences!) Anyway, please drop a review and I thank you for reading! Oh, and if they don't have Pontiacs in France….um just ignore that fact and be happy with their car. We have that car so I wanted to use the only motor references I know. :D