Hello my pretties! I'm back with a new one! Yes, I realize starting another fanfiction when I'm expected to update 3 times a week was not my smartest idea but I was bored and have writers block. Her Series of Unfortunate Events is nearly finished anyway…

My first story where the main pairing is yaoi! Yay for yaoi!

R & R people, I don't own, enjoy.

Chapter 1: The Plan

"Are you sure about this," Roderich asked.

Dimitri nodded, yawning, "If I don't go now, I'll lose my nerve."

Roderich nodded also; he didn't offer up any arguments like 'this is stupid' or 'what about your parents?' He knew exactly why this was happening.

"Very well," he handed Dimitri a passport and a few documents, "your plane leaves the day after tomorrow at 9:30am sharp, I'll be there to meet you when you touch down in America. Don't be late getting on the plane."

"Thanks, I owe you." Dimitri said sincerely.

Roderich sniffed, he was actually a great guy, he just hated to show it. And he really hated being thanked.

"There's just a few more things," the brunet said, Dimitri winced, he knew the Austrian well and did not like the tone of his voice, the Romanian Prince could already tell he was not going to like this.

Roderich leaned forwards, resting his elbows, "you say your parents won't look for you if you run away but the truth is; I'm not so sure. You are the Prince of Romania after all, suppose they do look for you? What will you do then? You are rather recognizable."

Dimitri rolled his eyes and waved a hand flippantly, he thought Roderich was being a worrywart. True with his pale, white-blond hair, albino pale skin, red eyes and his one long canine tooth that hung down over his lower lip he was easily recognizable.

But that didn't mean his parents would bring him back. They'd probably find him quickly if they put out a description of him. But that would require them to actually look for him first.

"They won't look for me," he assured Roderich, "they already don't like me. When they read my note saying why I left, they'll probably tell the people I died so everyone lets it go."

Roderich looked slightly sympathetic. Not because he knew it was true, both boys had long since accepted the cold, hard facts. But because of why Dimitri's parents would hate him enough to disown him at best.

"Those fools," he murmured. Dimitri grinned at him, single fang glinting in the dim light.

"Look who's talking," he teased, "you're in the exact same position I'm in. And your mother would probably take it worse than my parents!"

"That last part is true," Roderich agreed, "but our situations aren't quite the same, I am going to America with the consent of my mother, you are running away. And my mother is just the President of Austria, which means I don't have to rule after she dies."

Dimitri grimaced, "lucky." If he told his parents why he wanted to leave, they'd probably let him go. Off to America where they wouldn't have to look at him anymore. Probably hoping that he would get mugged and shot in a dark alley somewhere to remove his stain from the Earth.

But his parents not caring about him personally wouldn't save Dimitri from his engagement.

Dimitri's fiancée, Magda Funar was the most evil, cruel, insipid, heartless, self-centered female thing either Dimitri or Roderich ever had the displeasure of meeting. And she was utterly obsessed with Dimitri.

Obsessed as in following-him-everywhere, bugging his phone calls, attacking any female who was so much as in the room with him obsessed.

She was what he needed to escape from, and not just because she was obsessed with him. This life was crushing Dimitri; he was usually a carefree and outgoing person. Though he had only lived eighteen short years, he could already feel this life and the restrictions that came with it, sucking the soul and light out of him like Dracula sucked blood.

Roderich bit his lip, Dimitri might not be aware of the physical changes but he was, he could see his friend withering away in front of his eyes as the wedding day came closer and closer and Dimitri came closer and closer to having his life lived for him. That was what made Roderich so determined to help his friend with what he usually would have considered a completely idiotic idea.

He glanced at the door, that and he wanted at least one of them to have the chance to marry for love.

Roderich was gay, to put it simply, like Dimitri. Like Dimitri he had a fiancée, like Dimitri his fiancée had been picked out for him by his scheming, incredibly homophobic mother. And like Dimitri his marriage would be used to bring his family to greater heights.

Unlike Dimitri however, Roderich's fiancée was a strong, understanding, independent, lovely woman who emphasized deeply with her fiancé and his predicament. Elizabeta was truly a wonderful woman and if he had to marry a woman Roderich was honored that that woman would be her.

This was why Dimitri had to run away, now. Before he was stuck with a throne he didn't want and a fiancée he wanted even less.

This was also the biggest flaw in their master plan.

"Your parents might never want to see you again if your note tells them you're gay but Magda will not give up so easily." Roderich said.

Dimitri knew that was true. The first time he had met Magda she had disgusted him so much that he had flat-out told her he'd rather die than marry her. Hugging his arm tightly, fingernails that felt like claws digging into his skin, she'd, laughing, told him that he wouldn't get out of marrying her that easily. Dimitri had been too creeped-out to sleep for weeks after that.

Remembering that, he shuddered, the day after tomorrow couldn't come fast enough in his opinion.

"So what do you think I should do?" He asked Roderich, the other male wouldn't have brought up the topic of Dimitri being looked for, recognized and sent back to Romania unless there was a real problem, like Magda for instance. And if there was a real problem, Roderich always had a solution. That was the type of guy he was.

The brunet eyed the blond over the top of his glasses with steely violet eyes, "I do have an idea, but you won't like it." He warned.

Dimitri yawned again, "I knew I wasn't going to like it from the moment you brought the topic up, what is it Roderich?"

"You're very recognizable yes, but Magda would only be looking for a boy. No one would be looking for a pale, red-eyed, fanged girl." The Austrian said.

Dimitri, who had just taken a sip from his glass, spat out the liquid in his mouth, choked and doubled over, coughing.

"ARE YOU INSANE?!" He yelled.

"Keep your voice down," Roderich hissed. On cue there was a sharp knock on the door. Roderich called for the person to enter and his personal bodyguard opened the door.

"Is everything alright?" The blond asked in German, eyes flicking from Roderich to Dimitri.

"Everything's fine, I'm sorry for the commotion," Roderich answered in the same language. His bodyguard's green eyes rested on him for a second longer then he disappeared from the doorway, shutting the door behind him.

"You're so lucky he doesn't speak Romanian," Roderich scolded, "do you want people to find out what we're talking about?"

Dimitri took huge gasps of air, "and you're lucky Vash is sweet on you or he might not do everything you say." He panted. He sat up straight again. "But that's not important, stop, rewind, play, what did you say? You can't be suggesting what I think you're suggesting."

"I am." Roderich said flatly, "I am already getting you a fake ID, of course, but that only goes so far. I'm already suggesting hair dye and contact lenses but if you 'are' a girl your disguise will be complete. Even I would probably have a hard time recognizing you. And you'll be able to flirt with any guy you like, be able to flirt with someone you find attractive and not be judged and hated, imagine that."

"No." Said Dimitri firmly, "just no. Even if I could pull that off, which I doubt, I wouldn't. I could never play with someone's heart like that, not to mention it would all be pointless anyway. And even if it wasn't, I still wouldn't do it. If I wanted to spend forever pretending to be someone I'm not I'd just stay here!"

Though being able to have a nice conversation with a guy he liked and not be hated did sound tempting… And of course it wasn't going to go anywhere so it wasn't like he would be hurting anyone…

He shook himself. No.

"Shh!" Hissed Roderich, eyes darting to the door to make sure his crush didn't feel the need to check on them again. "I'm not saying you have to pretend to be a girl forever, just long enough for Magda to lose interest and stop looking for you, a year, two at most."

Two years. Oh Hell no.

"Alright."

Dimitri blinked in shock, wait. What the Hell did I just say?! I meant no. I meant no!

Roderich leaned back in his chair, looking satisfied, "I knew you'd see things my way."

"No." Dimitri said firmly, "I meant no."

Roderich sniffed again, "fine, have it your way. Incidentally, when you get dragged back here by Magda, I'm going to be the best man at your wedding, right?"

Dimitri cowered back in his chair, "alright, I'll do what you say."

Roderich smiled, "good boy. Or should I say; girl."

"Don't push it you damn Austrian."

Roderich chuckled slightly, "anyway, I did think this over before hand, you'll go on the plane under an alias, the name on your passport is a boy's one. Then when you get to America I will pick you up and give you over to Elizabeta, she can teach you to act like a girl."

Dimitri groaned, he was ready to change his mind again. He hated Elizabeta. The evil, loud, sadistic Hungarian hated him too. Had from the moment she laid eyes on him, never mind that he was her 'beloved' future husband's best friend.

The fact that Elizabeta was in between Roderich and his love for Vash was reason enough to hate her in Dimitri's book, even if it wasn't her fault. But the fact that she was evil, loud, and sadistic, hated him and loved to hit him with a frying pan didn't help. Yeah, he really hated Roderich's fiancée. Then he thought of his upcoming wedding and shuddered, he hated his fiancée more.

"Alright." He said again.

Roderich pointed at the documents, "I've already secured an apartment for you and transferred some funds, untraceably, of course. This should be everything you need. Don't bother taking anything with you; just get it new in America. Only take personal things that you want to keep, understand?"

Dimitri nodded obediently, Roderich had told him this thousands of times before, of course, but he appreciated all the effort his best friend had gone to for him. He hoped he could repay him one day. Maybe he could talk him out of going through with a political marriage with a certain Hungarian witch and talk him into hooking up with a certain Swiss bodyguard. That would do Roderich a world of good.

Dimitri smiled slightly, it was a nice thought but he had promised Roderich he would be supportive of Roderich's decision, no matter what he chose to do.

Roderich looked relieved, "thank God, I thought you were going to be difficult for a second there. I know it's hard to believe right now but I am trying to help you."

"I know Roddy, thanks. You're my best friend." Dimitri said.

Roderich smiled again, "don't thank me now. Thank me in four or five years when you've gotten a University degree and are living in New York or California."

Dimitri grinned, "I will, mark my words, I will." He leaned back in his own chair; I still can't believe this is happening. His heart beat a little faster, but in a good way.

Roderich rose, "well, I should be leaving, my flight leaves tomorrow morning, I'll see you the day after tomorrow then?"

Dimitri rose also and clasped his best friend's hand before hugging him impulsively, making the Austrian scoff and roll his eyes. "The day after tomorrow," the Romanian Prince promised. For better or for worse, there was no going back now.

How was that? I apologize for any mistakes. It's really early in the moring over here right now. But yes, I am aware that Romania is a semi-presidential republic, I did say this was slightly Alternate Reality, I'm a fanfiction writer, not a politician.

If anyone has any suggestions for what Romania's girl name should be, let me know. R & R people and let me know what you think. And if you have any questions feel free to ask.

P.S: Don't expect regular updates for this fic, I have tons of school work and I'm already updating 3 fanficts every week. I will write this when I get the time.