Good day! My Vatti, his girlfriend and I were watch Sweeney Todd and I was like "Ding Ding Ding IDEA!"
This is for my friend Kat, who role-plays with me and draws my art, who is in the hospital. So please wish Kats_with_shamrocks good luck during recovery, she is BACK in the hospital :'(.
[Disclaimer]: I Don't own Hetalia or Sweeney Todd. Sorry darlin' but I do own boots with my name on them.
[Warnings]: Crazy people, Cannibalism, Twist, murder…. Possibly other stuff.
This is my first story so please be nice, Kat did help me when she was awake :O.
Summary: 19th century London welcomes two brothers who were imprisoned on an Island for the Crime of Murder. Now they have returned to fulfill a few goals: Revenge, Love, Money and a New Life. Follow Romano and Veneziano, who will take up the alias of Lovino and Feliciano.
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~Prologue~
The sun was dead behind the black curtains of night, the moon its self was hiding behind the gray clouds that rested in the sky above the large manor. There were lights on inside the magnificent home of the judge named Arthur Kirkland. Music played slowly as the bodies moved together in a rhythm, pressing against one another as the tune of the music carried the mood. The Masked people danced, moving in their nice clothes, holding their dates close happily.
In the corner stood two men of great interest of the Judge and his friend, the city baron named Francis Bonnefoy. The two men in question are none other than the young and engaged Antonio C. Fernanez and his even younger friend, Alfred F. Jones. Their were invited to a ball that the judge was hosting, sadly their fiancés were not invited and when they asked the judge he told them that it would not be feasible for two extra men to come. So Antonio, a handsome Spaniard, and Alfred, a charming teen from America, went to this celebration together in their finest outfit.
While Alfred and Antonio drank their drinks in small sips they were being watched by the two high powered men. They did not notice the men cornering them, they stood by the stairs, where a door sat in the shadow of the stair case. When Antonio noticed him and his friend were being watched he grabbed Alfred's arm and opened the door, going inside where ever the door led. When they disappeared inside the room they did not see the menacing smirk the two high powered men shared.
Francis and Arthur walked to the door and locked it, locking the two engaged men inside. Francis turned to his friend and gave him a slightly worried look. This was kidnapping, they were kidnapping two men from their lovers. But Arthur did not care about that, he kept a smug look, who would dare object to a man of high and noble power over the people.
"You do realize that someone will come looking for them… in fact I know of two people who will be snooping around shortly" the slightly concerned Frenchman said to his British friend. Arthur smirked like the crazy man he truly was, he shook his head and cocked his head toward his friend.
"Do not worry Bonnefoy, I have everything already planned, they will be leaving this country for imprisonment not later then tomorrow night " he said before walking back into the crowd of guest, he was not worried about Antonio's and Alfred's lovers. He would be rid of them within twenty-four hours.
-Seven Long Years later-
Chapter One: There is No Place Like London
The ship stopped at the highly secured port, gray clouds painted the sky above the city of London. A loud, ear piercing, whistle soon over ran the sounds of the busy British Capitol. The ship's large door fell onto the dock, causing a loud crashing sound on the stone structure. Guards stood around the ship, awaiting for what ever was inside, all holding their guns tightly. Soon men of all shapes and sizes bean to exit the dark ship. The guard's crinkled their noses in disgusts at the people, who were ex-prisoners of the Queen for different Crimes.
Among this dark crowd was a pair of Italian brothers, almost identical but there were a few things different about them. One was barely three inches taller then the other, the one who was taller had darker brown hair; compared to his brother who had amber brown hair, their eyes had a slight color difference as well. The taller one had darker brown eyes and the shorter one had rusty amber eyes, both were fairly tan and weak looking. Both boys had a single long curl on the side of their heads, it was on the opposite side for each brother.
With the two brothers was an albino Prussian who the ship had picked up at a port it stopped at for supplies. He talked to the captain and paid his fair to get on the prisoner ship back to the Island of Britain.
He soon became friends with the youngest of the two Italians, the elder one found him to be extremely annoying. He did not know much about the two men, other then they said they were framed for murdering a man and a teen. He honestly believed them, but still felt a dark aura behind the innocent mask they wore.
"I have sailed the world, beheld its wonders" the Prussian said happily to the men. "From the Dardanelles, to the mountains of Peru" he said, drawing a looking from the Italians. "But there's no place like London!" he felt so joyful that he almost sang the last part.
The taller Italian looked at the albino with an annoyed face, "No, there is no place like London" he said in a dark voice. the albino passed over a slightly concerned face over to the shorter Italian, who gave him a sweet smile. "You are young, Gilbert, Life has been kind to you" he said. Gilbert, the Prussian, laughed and smile happily at the complement. "I have to go, mein bruder is going to be pissed if I am too late. So un-awesome." Gilbert said before dashing off into another direction away from the men.
'you will learn…' the shorter man thought as Gilbert ran off to his brother's home on the other side of town. It brought anger to the two Italians that people still seemed to love this accursed country, with a legal system that doomed them to seven long years of labor in prison.
The taller boy turned to his brother and could read what he was thinking through the look in his eyes, they were both thinking the same thing, a dark thought that they had shared often before. Even before they were sent to Australia, before the murder of their loves, before the collapse of their once happy life. 'There's a hole in the world like a great black pit And the vermin of the World inhabit it. And its mortals aren't worth what a Pig could spit. And it goes by the name of London', it was a dark thought, but it was something the taller boy began to say while they were in prison. A dark thought about their dark home.
They both had one bag each and as they maneuvered thru the crowded city of London, looking at the end of each street. The shorter brother was holding on to his brother's long jacket sleeve, not wanting to loose his brother in the crowded city. "Fratello much farther is it? I'm sleepy" the boy cried to his brother used his native tongue to address him. His brother ignored him and walked faster through the horrible city of persecution. The shorter boy fell slightly behind of his brother, to the point where he lost his for short moments in the crowd. He was lucky to catch up for a second and grasp hold of his brother's brown coat.
"Romano wait up-" the shorter boy started to say before his brother pulled him away from the people and into an alleyway. He pulled his brother close by and flashed him an angry look as he pressed the shorter male against the cold stone wall.
"Dammit Veneziano, I told you to call me Lovino. We are Lovino and Feliciano Vargas, not Romano and Veneziano Hetalia, not anymore at least bastrado" The taller brother, Lovino, explained to Feliciano. They returned to the streets, walking for a few miles till they got to a street labeled Fleet Street. Feliciano's face lit up with an ear-to-ear smile, running ahead of his brother and to a two story shop labeled in fancy letters.
'Ms. Elizabeta's Homemade Meat Pies'
The shop was gray and dusty, defiantly not showing often visitation. On the side was a dark wooden stair case that led up to a red door, which was an empty flat. from the shop under the flat was a smell that made Feliciano scrunch up his nose from the horrible smell of what ever was being cooked inside. Lovino hastily followed his little brother, not wanting him to get lost or end up doing something extremely stupid. When Lovino got a good look at what his brother was looking at he slightly smirked. He walked next to his brother and stood next to him, looking at the lover store door. It was a grayish-blue with a knitted lace curtain to block the view inside. Feliciano placed his hand on the handle of the door, pulling it to him and giving him and his brother access to enter the shop. Lovino and Feliciano entered the shop, both taking a slight breath in before entering the shop. Lovino could see Feliciano slight shaking, he knew this place brought back horrible memories.
'Home…'
They thought the same thing, both sadness and slight joy came up in their emotions, it had been seven years sense they had been home, but it seemed like twenty. They walked a bit more inside and saw two chairs, both happily wishing they could take a seat after the rather stressful walk from the port to the shop. Feliciano looked up to see a pretty female in her thirties with a large cutting knife, cutting up meat that clearly was old and had a few flies dancing around it.
The lady looked up to see the two brothers in her shop, her mouth gapped open like a fish. She jumped happily and jabbed the knife into her cutting board. "A customer!" she happily said, Lovino and Feliciano jumped and backed closer to the door. "Wait!" she called, grabbing hold of their arms and pulling them back slightly.
"What's your rush?" She asked Lovino, then turning to Feliciano, "What's your hurry?" she quickly asked the other boy. "You two gave me such a - fright. I thought you both were ghost" she smiled sweetly, Feliciano smiled back at the lady's soft voice. Before either boy could say anything she began chatting to them.
"Half a minute! Catch a sit?" she asked, both boys seemed to have given a nod. Their legs were still very drained from the long walk through London. Ms. Elizabeta smiled and slightly dragged them to two chairs that rested next to a small wooden table. "Sit down, sit." she said, Lovino and Feliciano did not need to be told twice.
"A bit pushy" Lovino mumbled to his brother, he was tired to even make an insult. The brown haired, brown eyed, Hungarian heard the man's comment and felt slightly stupid. "All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks" she explained, rubbing her arm awkwardly. "Did you come here for a pie sirs?" she asked, hopeful for service. Before they could answer her she was already behind her counter and pulling out something from the small stove. She placed a tray of disgustingly small meat pies and placing them on little plates.
"Do forgive me if my head is a little vague- ugh! What is that?" she scream as she grabbed a frying pan and smashed something on her work place. "But you think we had the plague? Form the way people keep avoiding-" she started to say but stopped and hit the frying pan on the table again "No you don't." she laughed as she smashed a small bug that was feasting on her table.
"Maybe you try to clean up more mam' then maybe you would not have bugs?" Feliciano asked innocently, Lovino smacked his hand on his fore head in frustration at his little brother.
"Heave knows I try sir." she said, giving a rather annoyed look at the young man. She picked up the plates and walked over to the table. "Here you go" she said, placing them down in front of the boys. Lovino poked the pie in front of him and Feliciano looked at it like it was poison.
"Ick" Elizabeta said as she scrapped the corpse of the bug off her frying pan. "These are the worst pies in London" she said, loud enough for the boys to hear. They both looked like they wanted to make her feel better and lie about the pies they have not eaten yet. "If you doubt it, take a bite." she dared, both boys looked at each other and gulped loudly before picking up the questionable meal. a loud grumbling sound came from the boys' stomachs, Lovino and Feliciano both took a large bite. Their faces went sour at the taste of the most horrid thing they have ever placed in their mouths. Lovino and Feliciano began to cough and spit the pie back out onto the plate.
"Is that just disgusting? You have to concede it, it's nothing but crust." she said sadly, grabbing two mugs off one of her shelves and filling it with water. She brought the mugs to the men and placed them in front of them, "Here drink this you'll need it." she smiled, feeling sorry for the men. Both grasped the mugs and chugged the almost clear liquid.
"Now loves, what brings you two to London?" she asked, taking the plates away from the poor men who had decided to take a bite of the food.
"My brother and I actually lived here before we decided to… travel" Lovino lied about 'deciding' to do anything. Elizabeta's head cocked up and looked at the men closely, inspecting them., as if she was looking for something about them. She went back behind the counter and grabbed herself a mug, filling it with water.
"So dears, why are you two here? Certainly you two did not travel here for my pies" Elizabeta joked, the two boys shared a look of slight annoyance. " No, but I do have an odd question for you Ms. Elizabeta" Lovino began, looking at his brother who was staring at the water.
"My brother and I need a place to stay and were wondering if you could spare the flat upstairs" Lovino asked the lovely Hungarian. The lady smiled, she could make money, and that was very good thing in her eyes. "Yes, yes- But will you two be able to pay a fair?" she asked, the two brothers gave a slight look to each other.
"We could, yes. Both my brother and I are skilled" Lovino spoke for his brother, knowing that Feliciano was deep in thought. Lovino seemed to have a better control on his anger then his sweet little brother, even though they both felt the same loss.
"But why would you two want the upstairs? I certainly would never go in there" she lied, looking over at the boys like a sneaky cat.
"Why?" Feliciano asked, looking up at the lady, meeting her eyes. A slight smile formed on her lips and gave the Italians a small giggle.
"Well you see my loves, everyone thinks it's haunted." she said, they both gave her a questionable look. "Something horrible happened up there, something horrible" she said, intrigued by what the lady had to say the boys had to question. "Haunted?" Lovino asked.
"Yes, something happened up there. Something horrible" she said, the boys both seemed to have leaned in to listen to more. Elizabeta placed her hand on her chin and thought of the exact words for the story of the upper flat for the boys.
"Years ago, something happened up there, something not to nice" she explained.
"There was a tailor and a chef, and they were beautiful. Their lovers where proper with a knife, but they transported the lovers for life….they too were beautiful…" she started, both boys felts their blood rush.
"Ah…I remember their names… Romano and Veneziano Hetalia" she said
"What were their crimes?" Lovino asked, slightly annoyed about the word 'beautiful'. "Foolishness" she answered coldly.
"Romano had this love- a happy little nit his love was" she explained "Poor thing" she said. "There was this beetle you see, and he became quite fascinated with the poor thing" again she speaks.
"Veneziano had this love- a lovely little git his love was" she said again, "Poor thing" she repeated slowly. "There was this judge you see, and he wanted him so much you see…poor thing" again she says.
"The beetle called on them you see, he tells the dears the judge must see them and invited them to a party. The dears go to see the judge, but do not expect what happens… poor things" she says, looking deeply at her cup.
"They entered his home and everyone wears a mask, they know no one. They look for the judge and beetle but they can find neither- but both watched them from their shadows. They drank their drinks together, scared and alone" she says, Feliciano and Lovino remember what she is talking about; the ball.
"They cornered the dears and locks them away- " her voice slightly dies, she begins to sip the liquid. "They were no match for such craft, you see, and the drunk people thought they were daft, you see" she says. The horrible mental images of their beloveds being laugh at and touched by the cursed men, their screams piercing their ears as the two men are help less against the damned beast. Feliciano felt his palms sweat heavily and his throat began to sting, Lovino was getting fidgety and his face heated up from coming tears. They jumped up and screamed at the top of their lungs "NO!"
Elizabeta looked at the boys and slightly smiled to herself. "Would no one have mercy them?" Lovino asked, they knew nothing of what happened after they had kissed their loves goodbye. "So it is you two… Romano and Veneziano" she said.
"Where is Antonio? Where is my beloved?" Lovino asked slightly reaching out for help, begging to know where his beloved tomato-loving Spaniard lived.
"Antonio escaped… but when he returned home to no one he poisoned himself, arsenic that he bought from Mr. Wang on the corner. He tried to stop him, but he never listened" She explained, feeling bad to have to tell the Italian about his love. Lovino had this face, re-opening a horrible wound that was never truly healed after seven years. Feliciano looked at Elizabeta, who's eyes where still fixed on his older brother.
"And he has the little one" Elizabeta said, Feliciano and Lovino knew who she was talking about exactly. The little one was Alfred, Feliciano's sweet little rose. "He?" Feliciano asked, sanity slowly drained from his eyes. "Judge Kirkland?" he asked, Elizabeta nodded.
"He adopted him, like his own" she said, Lovino's eyes widened. Yes, Alfred was still underage at the time of the cursed ball. "Seven fucking years…." Lovino said, tears startling to fall.
"Seven god damn years of imprisonment, sweating and starving on false charges…seven damn years of dreaming about coming home and I was expecting to come home to my beloved Antonio and seeing Alfred all grown up, waiting for us" Lovino said slamming his fist on the table.
"Well Mr. Hetalia, I can't say the years have been to kind to you two" she said. Silence consumed them, Feliciano looked up with an insane grin on his face. "No…not Mr. Hetalia… those men are dead. We are Vargas, Lovino and Feliciano Vargas" the snapped man said.
"and they want revenge"
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Chapter one :P
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What do you think?
Cast:
Sweeney Todd- North and South Italy- Feliciano and Lovino (I split it up, it is two different people)
Feliciano: age 26 Lovino: age 32
Lucy (Lovino's fiancé)- Spain- Antonio C. Fernandez ( when he went missing) Age: 28
Sweeney's daughter, Johanna (Feliciano's fiancé)- America- Alfred F. Jones (when he went missing)Age: 16, yes Alfred was very young. But you know what- who cares? :D
(I want to point out that Alfred is the youngest and America is not Lovino's or Antonio's kid)
Anthony- Prussia- Gilbert (What?), Age: 24
Judge Turpin- England- Arthur Kirkland, Age: 33
The Beetle- France- Francis Bonnefoy, Age: 37
Ms. Leavitt- Hungary- Elizabeta Hedervary, Age: 34