Prince Of Evil

by TheKazemaruSiblings

"Once upon a time there was a kingdom so cruel no-one dared to face and on top of that kingdom was a little prince only age fourteen." Feliciano was a powerful prince, and under him there was a servant who likeness surely showed. There a rebelion slowly rising from the peoples anger. Re-done because my first try was terrible. "Oh it's tea time!" Please R and R. Thnank-you

Isabella: Hi ya! So basically I decided to re-write this switching the roles. Veneziano is the Prince and Lovino the servant, it works better this way.

NJ: We also now adding human names, SINCE WE NOW KNOW THEM!

Isabella: This is based on daughter of Evil sang by Rin Kagamine, and will have yaoi later on.

NJ: WHICH IS GROSS!

Isabella: Okay whatever you say sissy.

All three: *looks to Iceland*

Iceland: What? Were you expecting something?

Kazemaru: YES, A DISCLAIMER!

Iceland: Alright. They do not own Hetaila, the characters or daughter of evil if they did we would not be here now.

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"Lovino! It's tea time already, you're late again!" Feliciano, a young Italian prince called out into the halls of his palace, placing down the sliver bell on the grand table in front of him.

"I'm here, my prince. Shut up already!" A servant, whose likeness to the prince clearly showed, walked into the large room balancing a plate of pasta and bottle of sparkling red wine in his arms. He placed the pasta at the table, in front of Feliciano and poured the wine into a clear crystal glass. "Enjoy." Lovino said in a sarcastic tone, smirking before bowing and slowly backing out of the room.

"You shouldn't speak like that to me, I can have your head chopped off and please sit here with me! Share the pasta with me! It's fun to share, ve~!" Feliciano pointed to the seat next to him and then to a spare fork.

"Really? You want me to sit with you?" Lovino asked.

The prince nodded.

"Well I cannot disobey my prince, but I won't enjoy it!" Lovino sat down at the table next to Feliciano picking up the fork and twisting only one piece of spaghetti around his fork watching the prince Feliciano eat his pasta happily. Feliciano babbled on about this and that adding in 'Ve~'s here and there.

"Lovino?" Feliciano finally said finishing the last piece of pasta, smiling at his servant smiling. "Prepare my art supplies, I want to paint."

"Si, my prince, it shall be done." Lovino bowed one lasted time before exiting the room closing the large door.

Feliciano sighed, "Alone, again. Huh?"

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Isabella: This is just a prologue so it's short and sweet. I'm sorry!

NJ: But we wanted to end it here.

Isabella: Till next time~! Please review, criticisms is very, very welcome.