(A/N) Haha, well, I've got an excuse for why I'm posting this instead of a new chapter for one of my older fanfictions...
I. Can. Not.
I am just completely out of ideas for them! The only one I can update is Dark History, but that's just so easy. My other ones, Innocent with Reason of Insanity, Number Seven, Sunflowers and Vodka, the one with the long-ass title...no inspiration! And it really ticks me off, cuz I was having so much fun with them all. Especially my WWII AU and Sunflowers and Vodka...Hmph.
Because I cannot produce new chapters, I give you this. A fanfiction based off of the Vocaloid song "Servant of Evil". I tried to do one based off of "Alice of Human Sacrifice" without success, as in I deleted about an hour later because I was embarrassed with how bad it was. Hopefully, this peace will bring me pride.

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It was a glorious day indeed when the news came out that two twin boys were born to the royal family. The kingdom cheered at the new heirs. No wait. Heir.

Two infants are born seven minutes apart. The first was obviously a healthy child. He had a mix of green and brown in his eyes: hazel. His skin was olive, not a patch of pale to be seen. He was born with an ugly frown on his face. The second was a frail boy. His eyes were very wide and a lovely amber color. The skin clinging to his bony frame was slightly less dark than his brothers, but still a nice shade of olive. He was born with a lovely smile on his face.

The one who's giggle is like the pleasant tintinnabulation of silver bells and who's smile makes the harshest heart soften is destined to have a far greater future than the one who's eyes glare like a cat's and who's attitude is as hideous as his frown.

"We cannot have more than one heir. It's inconvenient for the kingdom."

"How do you suppose we choose?"

"Well that seems quite simple, now doesn't it?"

The king looked at the two miniature children.

"There's obviously something wrong with Lovino. Look at the scowl on the boys face. I could easily say that he has no chance of being the next kings. No, prefer him not even be considered royalty."

They never even gave me a chance.

"Ah, but look at that jovial boy right there. What a grin, so precious. Feliciano will have the brightest future, I know it. The people will love him."

My perfect little brother just had the special "likable" quality in him.

Even to where I found myself still caring for him. I felt the need to protect him. Do anything for him. Even before I was forced to serve him. Even though he took everything away from me...
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Lovino resisted the light flowing into the room. He struggled to keep his eyes closed. All he could ask for at the moment was at least another hour of sleep. Isn't that something that all children should have? One extra hour of sleep from the adults? But no, that's not an option.

"Hehe~! Lovinooo!" he heard a familiar voice giggle happily. He grunted. There's no way his brother would leave him before he was awake. But there's nothing wrong with putting up a fight.

He shifted onto his other side. He heard Feliciano's sigh of exasperation before he felt the pressure of another body on the bed. Tiny, doll-like hands grabbed hold of his shoulder and shook him as hard as they could manage: not very hard at all.

"Lo-vi-no-Var-gas-get-up-noooow," the boy pronounced each syllable slowly like a robot.

"Fe-li-ci-a-no-stop-it," Lovino responded.

"Noooo, I want you to play with me, though!" Feliciano whined.

"Noooo, I want you to let me sleep, though," Lovino mocked.

He heard a sniffle and opened one eye a crack.

Swear to God, the kid fucking needed my attention. I mean...I didn't completely mind. It was a nice feeling, knowing that I was wanted.

With a sigh, Lovino kicked off the covers. A whoop of joy came out of the little amber-eyed child as he dragged Lovino out of the bedroom. We raced by multiple servants, nearly knocking them on their bottoms and causing them to drop their things. Many shouted in complaint but my enthusiastic twin just kept dragging me along at full speed.

We left our sweaty, greasy foot prints on the once-crystalline floors, much to the frustration of the maids. We were in definite need of a bath. Not that anyone could catch us and force us to do so.

My foolish brother nearly crashed himself into the door if he hadn't caught himself. With a tired huff, he reached up for the high-up knob. His finger tips hardly grazed the knob when he was on his tiptoes.

"Lovino, I haven't grown!" he pouted.

"Since yesterday? I don't doubt it."

Lovino crouched down so he could clamber on top of his shoulders. It still surprised him how light Feliciano was.

With added height, Feliciano successfully grabbed the doorknob and and twisted it. The door clicked open, revealing a delightful outdoor scenery. The boys scampered outside.

I remember always preferring the feel of the fresh, soft grass under my feet than the smooth floors inside. It felt so nice, I don't really know how to explain it.

Feliciano took in the clean air. The smell of moist soil and sweet flowers was oh-so-clear. He stretched out his small arms and spun in circles, tripping on his own two feet often. Lovino couldn't help but chuckle at his brother's silliness.

"Oof!" Feliciano fell on his butt. He then began to sprawl himself out on the ground.

"Lo~vi?" he sang.

"Hm?"

"I want to play a game."

Lovino hummed in thought. He glanced over at his brother who was looking at him expectantly.

"Well..." he said at last "what sort of game do you have in mind?"

The lighter haired boy sat up and grinned.

"I want to play pretend! I want to be a wolf slayer who saves people from hungry wolves!"

"Okay...I'll be the wolf then."

Feliciano picked up a long branch fallen from one of the numerous trees.

"Fiendish wolf! I have a sword!"

"Foolish wolf slayer! I'll eat your sword!" Lovino grabbed the branch out of his brother's hand and made fake eating motions and sounds. He tossed the branch behind him.

"But I have another!" he picked up another stick, much bigger, I may add, than the last one.

Feliciano raised the branch above his head and brought it down on Lovino. He smacked the "wolf" with the stick over and over again.

"Take that, wolf!"

"A-Ah ow ow ow! Stop! I'm dead I'm dead!"

The smaller boy poked him with the stick.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Feliciano dropped the stick and cheered. That's when the "wolf" sprang into action. He pounced his brother and pretended to growl.

"Hey! No fair, you cheater!" Feliciano pouted.

"I'm a wolf, of course I'm a cheater!"

"If you get to cheat, then I do to! My hand is a sword!"

He jabbed his bony hand into Lovino's stomach and twisted it. Lovino pretended to howl in pain and dropped onto his back.

"Noo! Spare me, wolf slayer! I'll do anything!"

"No! Goodbye, foul beast!"

He made a slicing sound as he jabbed his hand into Lovino's stomach again. It tickled so much, Lovino had to bit his tongue in order to not laugh. He made gagging sounds and suffocating sounds to sound as if he were in his final moments. He closed his eyes and let his tongue hang from his mouth.

"I have killed the wolf! Hurrah!" Feliciano cried joyfully.

Lovino smiled faintly.

The game had ceased at Feliciano's cry of joy. He glanced over at his brother.

"Hey, Lovino?"

"Yes?"

"I love playing with you," the innocent boy smiled.

"I'm glad..."

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The morning had become noon and the sun was beginning to blaze. A servant came out to fetch those who were outside.

"Prince Feliciano, please come inside! It's far too hot!"

"Okay!"

"Oh yes, and your servant, too."

Lovino froze at those words.

It hit me that...I wasn't on the same terms as him. I only had the honor of being his brother. I was merely the servant. The servant of my cute brother.

Lovino bit his lip and stepped alongside his brother. No wait. His master.

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This chapter is them as children, if you couldn't tell.

Italics is Lovino's present day point of view.