"Isabella, take this and go. You must go and find those three. Be safe my dear daughter." Papa placed a kiss on my forehead and ushered me into the carriage.

"Papa-"

"Not now child. You'll be in safe hands with the matchmaker! Off you go!" Papa waved me off as I poked my head out of the window of the moving carriage.

"But I don't want to be with a matchmaker…"


"Lovino! You must clean up! You cannot meet our first client of the year like this!" Francis yelled at me.

"Shut up! It's not we're meeting her in my room!" I flipped him off as I slammed the door in his face and sat on my bed. I grabbed my notepad and a pencil.

"Be that way then!"

"Oh let him go Francis, he'll be nicer when the girl gets here."

I can't believe Nonno made me become part of the group that's known for setting up every girl in the country. As they say in the slogan 'We can find you the best fucking husband you fucking want!'

I drew circles in the air before starting a letter to my younger brother. Apparently he is now engaged to some girl from Germany. And this girl is Gillian's younger sister. How they got together? I don't fucking know. The only thing that bothers me is that my tow younger siblings already have a girlfriend and I'm still freaking single. Not. Cool.

Even Francis has a girlfriend and Gillian even has a boyfriend. How the two of them got someone? Beats me. They're mysteries of the world. Though Matthew, Gillian's boyfriend, isn't that bad. He's actually really nice. Just very unnoticeable. As for Jeanne, she's like a mother figure toward me. Considering I never met my parents.

Continuing from back stories, I finally finished Feliciano's letter. I put it aside so I could send it later today.

"Lovino! Get your ass out here! We have to meet the client."

"Yeah, yeah. Calm down."

The three of us stood outside of our cottage that sat on top of a hill. Not a tall one, but it still was a pain of an ass to walk up. "When is she supposed to get here?"

"Be patient Lovino, it's a hill. A carriage can take some time to get up here."

"Ah! Milady! It is absolutely inappropriate to walk up this hill in that manner!"

"Aw, c'mon it's a hill Fredrick! A carriage takes way too long to ride on a hill."

"But you shouldn't be barefooted-AH! Don't rip your dress any further! It takes many weeks to create a dress of that quality!"

Fredrick sounds like a stuffy dude.

"It's not like it's the only one I have Fredrick."

Soon after that statement was said, a girl with dark brown hair tied up into a bun that was falling apart. Tanned skin and was wearing a pink lacy dress that was torn at her knees.

"KYA! ISABELLA!" Gillian screeched. Then she ran into the girl's arms and tackled the two of them onto the ground. "I didn't know it was going to be you!"

"Ah, mon ami. It's been quite awhile," Francis stated as he helped the two girls up. "And I kept it a secret from you Gilly. I knew you would surprised." The three started conversing as I stood in my spot watching.

"Please keep an eye on milady-"

"What?!" I stepped back and tripped onto my ass. "Ow…"

"I am very sorry for startling you sir." Fredrick bowed slightly and extended a gloved hand. I took it and stood back up.

I dusted off my clothes and cleared my throat. "It's fine. So what's the deal with that girl?" I asked.

"Everything will be explained from her. Make sure you keep an extra eye on her. She's a bit…" He looked up at the sky then back at me. "how you say, rambunctious. Good luck to you three." He patted my shoulder and headed back down the road.

I took a deep breathe and yelled, "Get your asses in the house so we can talk!"


[Isabella]

I had changed into something more comfortable than those dresses Fredrick would always make me wear. It was a nice change of pace. All I now wore was a long tunic and some trousers. And of course my undergarments. And thankfully not that accursed corset.

The four of us sat at the dinner table. There was Francis, Gillian, and a man named Lovino. I think he looks fairly cute! Especially that curl that comes out of his head. I wonder why he doesn't just keep it down…

"So can you explain what you're looking for in a man?" Lovino asked.

"A man? Hm. I don't know!" I chirped. Lovino's eye twitched and his grip on his pencil tightened. Francis put a hand on his shoulder, but Lovino shoved it off.

"Don't mind him, he's like that. As for why your father sent you, you have to tell us what you are looking for in a suitor Isabella," Francis told me. "Do like tall, short? Straightforward, blunt? Cubby, skinny? What?"

"I really don't know Francis. I never went outside of the castle grounds, you know that," I told him. "The only people I've ever interacted with, were Papa, mama, the servants and maids, and you two."

"That is true, Francis," Gillian mentioned, leaning back into her chair. "Think we need to throw a little party to see what she likes?"

"Oui, exactly what I was thinking. What do you think Lovino?" Francis asked. Lovino glared at him and got out of his chair.

"Whatever. We'll go shopping for the shit tomorrow. As for today, let's just get to know each other! As you guys would call it." Then a door slam resounded through the cottage.

"Are you sure he's always like that?"

"Positive."


I was laying down in the grass, watching the clouds float by. It's so calm here. I like it here.

"What are you doing here?" I heard a voice and I looked to my right.

"Watching the clouds. Wanna watch with me Lovino?" I asked. He looked back at the cottage and put his hands into his pockets.

"Why the fuck not." He sat down next to me and leaned back on his hands.

"So how'd you meet the two idiots?" I smiled at his statement.

"It's actually not that long. I was walking in the courtyard of my house and saw two kids at the gate. We started talking and we just became friends. Simple, really."

"Oh. Did you have a big house?"

"Yeah. It's humongous! I easily get lost in it even though I've lived there my entire life! I was even born there so you would think I wouldn't get lost!"

"Pfft, must be nice to have parents."

"I guess. But I rarely see my dad."

"Why? What does he work as?"

"He's the king of Spain. My mother is the queen. My older brother is the prince and I'm the princess!"

"You're what?!" I looked at him with wide eyes. He didn't know? "I never knew. Why didn't anyone tell me?!"

"You know now!" I flung myself up and crossed my legs. "You don't mind right?" I cocked my head to the right and watched him. He became a light red and averted his eyes.

"I don't mind. Would have been nice if someone told me. Probably won't be hard to find someone who would want to marry you now."

"Ugh!" I fell back onto the grass. "I don't wanna marry anyone though! I don't wanna just marry someone who is just interested just because I'm the princess of Spain."

"So I guess we'll keep it a secret. Shouldn't be that hard," he pondered. "Should it?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure if the kingdom of France knows about the princess of Spain. They should know my name, maybe?" I pondered myself.

"I guess we'll figure it out when we have that party."

"Still. I don't wanna marry anyone. I just want to find someone whom I can love on my own! I mean like I'm not going to run the kingdom, my older brother will. So why do I have to do anything?!" I cried out.

"Maybe in case something happens to your brother. Life is unexpected so you can never be too careful. Well…maybe you can. But you know what I mean."

"Yeah I do. But….I don't think anything would happen to Esteban. He's strong and he can fight someone off. Not to mention he's already getting married in March. As for me. I've always been the secluded child. I never wanted anything to do with politics or anything of the sort. I just wanted to live my life the way I wanted to. Esteban on the other case, did everything he could so he could take over the kingdom completely. He took sword classes from the army general. He studied each subject and aced each one. He never did play with me. All he did was study. No one paid any attention to me. Now that I think about it, probably no one really liked me in the castle."

"You're out of there now aren't you. Maybe you can just take this chance to finally be yourself."

"I guess you're right Lovino. Gracias!"


[Lovino]

I sat in my bed rereading my letter to Feliciano. Fuck it, I'm gonna rewrite it. I have new stuff I can tell him about.

I had no other light other than the moonlight coming in from the window above my bed. I liked the night the best. It was secluded and peaceful. No one can bother you during the night. Though that girl is bothering me. Even though she was a princess, she seemed, odd. She had no aura of authority around her. All you could feel was happiness radiating from her. From her past, how could she be so happy all the time? But when I was talking to her eyes held sadness. Okay great I'm acting all cheesy now. I looked at the letter I had been writing for awhile now.

"Dear Feliciano,

I hope you're happy with Monika. I will definitely come to Italy for the wedding. Do not fret my younger brother. No need to send me an invitation. I already know what you want me to do. Bring someone along with me. Yeah I don't think that's happening.

Today, January 09, our first client of the year has come. Her name is Isabella Fernandez-Carriedo. She says she is the princess of Spain. She has chocolate colored hair that is curly and reaches the length of her waist. She has emerald green eyes and her smile is bright. And I can't stand her happiness, but somehow it is refreshing to be around her, rather than those two idiots I live with currently. Somehow she reminds me of Bella. Though I like her better-"

What. Did. I. Just. Write.

"Though I like her better than her. She's really pretty and I can't stand for Isabella to be sad. Today I had talked to her about her past and all. She looked really somber. I can't stand that. I can't believe how cheesy I sound now.

Write back soon Feliciano.

Your Dearest Brother,

Lovino."

What the fuck did I just write!? I quickly tore up the letter and threw it into the trash bin. Got a new piece of paper and started writing again. Goddammit, I don't need to think about her. I took a glance at the letter Feliciano sent me. Might as well look at it. I don't know what to write to him.

"Dear Lovino, How have you been? Monika, Nonno, and I have been great! We're all having fun planning the wedding. You are coming right? Because you and Marcello have to be my groomsmen!

Oh! Also tell me all about your new client! You were supposed to get on when the new year rung in, right? I hope it'll get your mind off of things, you should know especially.

Don't worry about Bella! She isn't the only girl out there! I'm sure there's someone better for you. Speaking of which, Nonno finally found someone to date. Seriously. I hope it'll last. She's really pretty. You'll meet her in June. If they stay together by then…

Monika wants to know how Gilly is. I'm sure she's fine. "Awesome!" Like she says all the time. Hehe. I miss that sometimes. I miss you Lovino. I hope you get this soon! Write back soon!

Your Brother Dearest,
Feliciano

P.S. This is Monika, make sure Gillian doesn't do anything inappropriate."

No guarantee about Gillian and Bella…

Now if you're wondering about Bella, she was my fiancée three months ago. Then she broke it off and ran off to Belgium. Heh, should have known. No one wants to stay with me. I don't know how she put up with me that long. But that's in the past and I'm moving on gradually. Gradually is the key word here. Ah, fuck it. Feliciano's letter can wait till tomorrow. I need to sleep…

The morning sun woke me up. Stupid sun.

I walked into the living room and found Isabella there as well. All she was wearing was a over sized shirt.

"Isabella!"

She looked at me sleepily as she rubbed her eyes and yawned. "What?"

"Go change into some decent clothes! You're living in a house with two men!" I pushed her back into her room and shut the door close. "Geez, have some decency."

"Ohonhon~ Lovino is blushing~~" Francis cooed.

I gave him the finger and walked into the kitchen. "Fuck off Francis! You can stay as far as possibly you can from me today!"

"Oh, but today Lovino we are going into the shops to go looking for Isabella's clothing and makeup. We cannot separate from each other!" he cried out.

"Tch, whatever." I rolled up my sleeves and started working on making pancakes. What? Matthew showed me how to make it and it's pretty good if I don't say so myself. Though I still need to brush up on the flipping part of it. I put two pancakes onto four different plates. Two of them should be good till lunch.

All of us ate, Francis, Gillian, and Isabella were all talking.

I just sat there poking at my meal.

A hand waved in front of my face and I looked at the owner of the hand. "You gonna eat Lovino? We have a lot to do today, don't we?" Isabella asked, putting a smile on her face.

"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled, stuffing a piece of the pancake into my mouth.


[Isabella]

Ugh, my least favorite thing to do. Shopping. And makeup. Bleh. I don't like them! It's too tiring.

"Come on Isabella. You need to do this. If you want to find a suitable suitor, you have to look beautiful," Gillian stated.

"But I don't wanna marry!" I shouted.

"Too bad princess, you gotta. Daddy's orders," Gillian said. I puffed out my cheeks and looked at the rolling scenery that was passing by. "How you liking the views? Nice right?"

Gillian and I were in a separate carriage from Francis and Lovino. Girls with girls and boys with boys, I guess.

"Yeah. Though I really don't want to marry some person."

"Daddy's orders. We are supposed to find someone YOU like within this one month. Like it or not."

"But I don't wanna!" I slouched against the couch of the carriage. "Really? What is the point of throwing a party? It's not like I'm required to socialize."

"Oh, but we'll be making you princess. If we don't find you a suitor, our reputation is," she started, then gave a thumbs down. "down the drain. Not to mention, finding the future husband for the princess of Spain. Great advertisement if I don't say so myself. 'We found the husband for Princess Isabella, we can find one for you too!' Okay not a great one, but I'm sure I can come up with a better one."

The carriage came to an abrupt stop and the door opened.

"Come on," Lovino said, "Let's go get you all pretty, princessa."


New story while not finishing my other story which is only a few chapters away from being finished, seems legit. No it's not legit. I'm having major writer's block on that story as of right now so I just made this so my writing skills are not rusted. Not to mention, this kinda happened in a dream so I just want to pen it so I don't forget anything!

Uh, review whatever, and I hope you enjoy this story. Not going to be long if I go by my plans.