Ch1: prologue

"Grandsons. Meet Antonio; your new friend" The elderly man said to the two twins that held each other hands; one more tightly than the other.

"Hola amigos!" said the lightly tan boy who extended his hand to be shaken. The boy with the slightly longer chestnut brown hair than the other whom he was holding tightly, try to shake the boy hand but was deny when a sharp pull pulled him back to the clingy boy who wore a frown.

"But Lovino! He wants to be our friend; I want to be his friend! Why can't I shake his hand! Papa!" cried the boy.

"No! Felicano, stay away from the Spanish bastard!" reply the boy who was refer to as Lovino. The Spaniard look shock and frown at the insult, the boy simply glare at him and held on to his brother. 'Go away bitch' he mouthed. A deep but loud laughter disturbed their staring contest.

"Now now. Lovino be nice. Let Feli go, and stop being so possessive."

"But papa—no, no! don't take my brother away you bastard!" Lovino said to his grandfather who tore his grip away from his brother. Feli, finally free, escaped to his Spanish friend and hide from his brother's rant.

"No! No! No! goddamnit Feli! Feli!"

"Brother! Brother, wake up!"

"Urge..." Feeling my shoulders shaking I lightly turn to face the smiling annoying face of my brother. Blinking a couple of times, trying to figure out if my mirror image was really standing in front of me or just a dream. His smile grew impossibly larger and I close my eyes and turn away from his bright smile, to be only face with the bright sun. Why the hell my curtains open?

"Brother! Wake up!"

"Feli, how many times did I tell you not to come in my room 'til you get that dumbass face of yours fix." I said, grumpy as usual.

"But lovinoooo! I can't fix my face!" Feli whined. Urgh, God how I hated mornings.

"My point exactly." There was quiet in the room for the moment, only the annoying 'Vee' sound my brother makes. Meaning my idiot of a brother didn't get my 'point' of not coming in my 'til he got his face fix. I slightly chuckle.

"Idiot."

"Vee! You are so mean Lovino! Fine, sleep your life away!" and with that he drew a pillow at my head which I happily snuggle into. Hearing my door slam, I relax into my quilts. Stupid bitch better not broke my door.

This was the everyday norm for me. Woken up by my annoying little brother, argue with him, and make him cry. Getting ready to go back to sleep I heard my door creaked open and my bed shifted. Well I should have known the baby wouldn't leave me alone that easy. Feeling him move closer to me, so close that his breathe was tickling (not that I'm ticklish) the back of my neck. He wraps his arm around me, which seem much heavier than usual, and nuzzle into my hair.

"Felicano, the gay shit, stop." I said as I try to wriggle my way out of his strong hold. Wait, strong? Managing to turn in his grasp I was face with a hard but soft chest and the strong aroma of Churros. Finally letting my eyes open slightly I saw an all plain white button down with a W embroider into the left pocket, allowing my eyes to travel north more, I saw a vast land of tan golden skin. When the hell did Felicano get so tan? And buffed? Finally I was face to face with was definitely not my skinny, small annoying brother. But a muscular tall, but equally annoying Antonio.

"Moring, Lovin'" He leans in to give me a small peck on my forehead; and I- fucking-lost-it. As I do every morning since me and El bastardo became friends.

"ANTINOOO! GET OUT, YOU FAG!"

"Urgh, Lovin' did you have to scream so loud right in my ear?"

"Shut up bastard. You should know not to sneak in my bedroom." He gave me another whine but remain quite as we continue to walk to school together like we always did since we were kid.

"Ve~ Lovino, Antonio been very affection lately, right ?" Felicano said practically skipping near us.

Much to my agony, the bastard has been very affection lately. Every single day it's hugs and kisses, stupid complaints. And even though Antonio had always been this way he seem to be more annoying lately and more distance. (My point proven when I turn to find him at least 10 feet behind us)

"Ay, idiot whatcha doing all the way back there? Don't tell me you finally realize how embarrassing it is to walk with Felicano?" I ignore the gasp and a grunt that I got from my brother, and instead focus my attention to the distance Spaniard. He didn't say anything; he just stood there with his head hung low. Seeing him act like this remain me of the time when one of his many pet turtles ran away and I told him it was because of all those tomatoes he kept feeding it.

However, I didn't really like standing there and looking at this piece of depression shit, so I decided to show him a bit of "compassion".

Walking up to him I grab his wrist and pull him until he was an inch away from my mouth.

"Qualunque cosa ti da fastidio lo stupido. Cosi vieni e sorridere bastardo." Before the idiot can reply with something sappy I drag him along the rest way to school. With an annoying blush on my face that only seems to grow more when he squeeze my hand.

As the three friends continue their way to school more or less peaceful they were oblivious to the two figures that loom over them from a telephone wire. They was unaware of the darken clouds and the evil present that seems to silent all humming birds.

"Hmm, who are those twos?" questioned the man with a long blue-ish trench coat, knee high boots, that he wore confidently despite they might make him look a bit girly. His glasses were perch perfectly on the bridge of his nose to properly glare at the babbling trio. His brown chestnut hair was elegantly if not gorgeously flip back and a bit sideways, except for that damn stray curl that refuse to obey. The man that wore a scold and hands on his hips, had a, to be frank, a snobbish aura about him. His head was always held high and he seems to always be looking down at you with an air of supremacy. But to the man he wasn't a bit snobbish, but he just playing the part of a spoil prince of Mariazell*.

"Them? Vell it seems to me they might be—he pauses to try to contain a sly smirk that threatens to break through—competition. I believe one of them to be his bride. vhat shall you do?" The blush from irritation didn't go unnoticed by the crunching man who covered his mouth with a leather glove hand to prevent an outburst of laughter.

"What do you mean 'what shall I do?' I am Roderich Of Austria. I won't lose to some imbeciles. Let go." The man that was crunching could not resist the urge to grin that earn him a hit on his head.

"Stop grinning you fool and crunch lower so I can get on." Roderich said trying to get on the much larger man back. He tall man with blond hair crunch lower.

"Really, Commander of the Royal Guards shouldn't be subjected to give you a piggy back ride." The man said gripping Roderich thighs so he was properly secure him on his back.

"Really Ludwig, you don't expect me fly in this pants do you? They might rip!" Roderich exclaim.

"A course not." And with that the man crunch lower to launch himself and to pick up some power to thrust himself up into the sky, earning a scream from Roderich.

"Huh?" Antonio stops his rambling and look up at the sky.

"What is it." Lovino question releasing his brother from a choke hold. Antonio didn't said nothing to just continue to stare up at the tiny black dot that flew across the sky.

So he is already here.

"Yo, are you okay?" Antonio jump a bit at the sudden closeness of Lovino, but relax when he saw the concern look on his face.

Lovino…

"Yeah! – he checks his watch—we late!" Antonio said running off while the two Italians trail behind him.

"Dammit Toni this is all your fault!"

Translation/Meanings:

Qualunque cosa ti dá fastidio lo stupido. Cosi vieni e sorridere bastardo- Whatever bothering you it stupid. So come on and smile bastard.

Mariazell*- a city in Austria that represents Roderich's Curl J

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