Antonio jumped over the pipe, avoiding the deep hole in it. Getting stuck down there didn't sound nice! Looking up, he was faced with a phiranha plant, drool dripping from it's jaws like some kind of derranged fujoshi. The Spaniard gasped, a gloved hand reaching up to grasp his red hat. He didn't want to lose it now, did he? Lovi made it for him!
Pulling his fist back, he adjusted his stance and readied himself. In no time, he had punched the enemy and forced it to it's grave. Behind him, Gilbert jumped up and over the obstacles that the Spaniard had previously overcame. He was laughing almost maniacally, a grin etched onto his pale face. There was a glint of excitement in his eyes - the albino really enjoyed his job.
"The castle's in sight!" Antonio called to his companion, grinning goofily. Gilbert nodded and the pair powered on fearlessly. They passed countless trees, plants, enemies, whatever you'd find in this world, before finally reaching the end of the road -the Castle. They could finally, after all this time, find the Princess and go home.
"Finally, the awesome me has arrived!" Gilbert grinned. His voice echoed in the eerily empty castle hall, and he frowned when he received no reply, but then perked up when he looked toward the stairs. With a quick glance at his friend, he pushed himself up the velvet-covered steps, red and royal, and up to the door. Antonio followed suit, grinning from ear to ear.
"We're here! See? The awesome me said we'd be awesome enough to conquer this un-awesome mission!" the tall albino babbled on, spitting out nonsense of 'awesomeness' and 'getting laid for this'. The Spaniard beside him eagerly pushed open the star-door and grinned at the sight of the Princess. Gilbert stepped in first.
...Hang on...
Surely, this was all too easy? Usually they saw Ivan or something, had to do a boss battle... And... Wasn't the Princess smaller than that?
Before his mind could explode with questions, the 'Princess' spoke.
"Ah, hello mes chers," she - he? - said in a French accent. Peach wasn't French... "My sincere apologies, but your Princess..." The mystery person turned around, revealing a young blond man with a stubble on his chin. His figure was slightly feminine, and his eyes wee a deep blue. "...Is in another castle."
Gilbert and Antonio stared in disbelief, mouths hanging open wide. They both struggled to register that - they'd gone all this way and this was what they were met with?
"W...What...?" Antonio began, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "So, what... Do we have to fight you now?" he asked, frowning in an odd, out-of-character way.
"Hm. My name is Francis Bonnefoy - do you wish to fight me?" the fake Princess asked. Gilbert walked forward.
The albino towered slightly over Francis up close. "I don't know, but... I get the feeling that you could be a pretty awesome friend. So no thanks. We could bring you with us, though!"
At this, Francis lightened up significantly. "Ah, wonderful! Mes amis, if that is your choice, then I am delighted! What time is there to waste?" Antonio had came forward by then and was grinning like usual.
"Yes! Lovi may not act like it, but he does miss me!" Antonio sang happily. Gilbert put his arms around the two's shoulders.
"Then let's go, kesesesese!" he laughed loudly, and the three skipped out in a jolly fashion.
The end. Kind of. :u
A/N: What did I do.
I mean, holyshiz, what did I DO.
...Something odd, something creepy, something crappy, something TERRIBLE!
/hides in corner