"Come on, Lovino~!" Two young men are seen, garnished in simple overalls and cotton shirts, making their way down the street and toward an old house. Rather... one is skipping, the other is trudging... The younger one, whose hair curl bounces and sways as he skips, pokes his brother's shoulder a few brief times before giving a downed expression. "We can't be late! It's our first day on the job! And besides, Mr. Gupta is waiting!"

Lovino, the elder of the siblings, simply spits upon the ground and crosses his arms over his chest, readjusting the green cap atop his head. "Bullshit, Feli. All he said on the phone was "bathtub" and hung up the phone! That's not an assignment! It's a prank call!"

Feliciano shakes his head fervently, reaching up to ring the doorbell. "Mm-mm. That can't be, Lovi. After all, he sounded pretty genuine to me..."

"Because you have such good judgement..."

As the melody of the doorbell resonates around them, the Italians step backwards, wearing a smile and a scowl as the door is swung open. Revealed is a somewhat short man, bearing tanned skin and a rather blank expression. He nods mysteriously at the two and ushers them inside with a light brush of the shoulder.

"... Nice place." Lovino gives a snort and glances idly around, wandering toward the primary bathroom. "Come on, Feli. Let's just get this shit over with... I still can't believe I let you talk me into this stupid job..."

"But it's gonna be fun, Lovi! You'll see!" Feliciano practically dances into the bathroom, approaching the broken bathtub with a wrench in hand and an eager twitch in his hands. "Hmm... Wonder what's wrong with it? Gupta didn't say much... Oh! Lovi, hand me a plunger!"

Lovino stares incredulously at his brother with a slightly open mouth. "... a plunger... For a bathtub? Are you out of your freakin' mind? Wait, don't answer that." Nonetheless, he does as told, albeit begrudgingly. "You're gonna get us fired, just like last time."

"Ve~! That wasn't my fault! You cussed out our boss because he took you to a wurstfest!"

"Sh-Shut up and use your damn plunger!"

Feliciano sighs and begins to hum a little tune, placing the plunger beside the tub and peering down the drain and letting out a tiny gasp of alarm. "L-Lovino! Come look at this! There's a mushroom in the drain... Oh! A bunch of flowers, too..." What on earth could Gupta possibly be doing to get garden growth in his drain? Unless he worked a gardener, perhaps, but nonetheless!

"You really ARE out of your f- gah!" Lovino gives the manliest of shrieks (because he is totally manly...) and stumbles backwards, collapsing onto the his bottom upon the tile flooring. His brother currently has a grip on a mushroom, white and red and speckled, and is tugging it authoritatively, though to no avail. "Eugh, get your hands off that! It's probably grimy and nasty anyway!"

"Hey, who're you calling nasty?"

"... Holy crap!" Lovino's eyes widen like saucers, mouth now hanging wide open in absolute skepticism. He was dreaming. Mushrooms couldn't talk. Of course not. Why on earth would-

"Lovino~!" Feliciano's arm gives a sudden jerk downward, hand hidden by the drain as his arm is pulled further inside. "I'm too young to do pipework! I surrender! White flag, white flag!" His tomato red hat is shaken off in his struggles, and lands neatly at his sibling's feet.

Lovino stares awestruck for another moment or so before reality settles in. "I'm coming, F-Feli!" Despite near sobbing out of fear, the elder Italian clutches his brother's free hand and desperately pulls, though lessens his strength upon the sound of cracking. "N-Nobody takes my brother! Especially n-not some mushroom b-bas-"

Before he can so much as complete his sentence, Feliciano's body is sucked in, and Lovino's unfortunate self along with it.

When Feliciano's eyes open once again, he blinks a few times in confusion and sees for a moment nothing but a blurred array of colors and shimmers. What happened? Where is he? It certainly seems different than Gupta's humble abode... At last, his vision clears, and he can freely view the marvels around him as he pleases. He lies smack dab in the center of a large ornate room, tall and towering and above all else, clean. Why, hundreds of maids must live here, for never has the Italian man ever seen such cleanliness. A large staircase is settled not too far from his current position upon the ground... "Ve?" Wait, where is his beloved older brother? "Lovino?" he calls. No answer.

"Well, this isn't going to do!" Feliciano hurriedly rises to his feet and steps toward the staircase, searching for some sign of life. "Lovino? Lovino~..." He marches his way up each step, treading lightly to avoid getting too much dirt on the cleanly polished flooring beneath his feet. "Ve, Lovino! Where are y-?"

A flash of movement suddenly catches his eye, and the Italian cowers in his spot, knees quaking. "I'm innocent! A virgin! A Catholic! I surrender!"

"Calm down, calm down..."

That voice... Surely it cannot be...? Feliciano's head lifts, eyes falling upon the newcomer with a gleam of total shock. Yes, sure enough, it's him. He'd recognize that manly figure and slicked hair anywhere.

"... Ne, Ludwig, why are you wearing a pink dress?"

A/N: Mostly just a preface. I wrote this story long ago, and only just now decided to continue it. I cannot assure you how often I will update, but I'll try. I haven't uploaded ANYTHING in a really, really long time... R&R~