Beauty And The Albino

Elizaveta ran through the busy streets of where ever this took place, her nose buried in a book.

"Hehehehhh..." Elizaveta's face turned a satisfied shade of red, "My favorite par-"

"Miss Elizaveta." A voice said.

Said woman looked up, mildly annoyed.

"What, Roderich?" She asked.

"I was wondering, are you going to take up my offer of marrige yet?" Roderich asked.

"No." Her answered was blunt.

"Miss Eliza-"

Elizaveta was gone down the street, in the direction of the creepy castle.

"ELIZAVETA! THERE ARE OTHER SCENES FIRST!" Roderich hollared in vain, as Elizaveta ignored him, giggling madly at her book.

When our heroine reached the castle, she gasped.

"What a creepy castle! I MUST go in!" And in she went.

"BONJOUR LADY!" The candlestick greeted, swinging down to her.

"Ah! Talking Candle! Let's be friends, I'm Elizaveta!" The girl bent down to him.

"Honhonhon! Nice to me-GAK" The candle rubbed his head painfully.

"SODDING GIT!" The clock behind him fumed..

"Arthur~ Heheh..." The candle smiled nervously.

"Hello girl, I'm Arthur. This git is Francis." The clock, now Arthur, said flatly.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF MY AWESOMENESS IS GOING ON, YO?" A thunderous voice thundered about the hall.

"Um... HI! I'm Elizaveta!" Our heroine called back.

A man appeared, he was absolutely hansome! An... ALBINO!~

Elizaveta had small hearts popping around her until the man spoke.

"Wow, is she ooglin' in my awesomeness already?" The albino whispered to Arthur, who groaned and facepalmed.

"Guten Tag. I'm The Awesome Highness of Awesome. You can call me Gilbert, ja?" Albino said.

"Hi Gilbert." the girl said dreamily.

"Guess what!" Gilbert said suddenly.

"Huh?" Elizaverta asked.

"If I don't get a girl, I'm going to be dead in like, 2 hours... or was it months? Years? Minutes? I don't know." Gilbert groaned grumpily.

"Wha-?" Elizaveta backed up, horrified. Then she conposed herself, saying, "Don't Worry! I'll find you a girl!"

Gilbert raised an eyebrow. "You're a girl." He said rather obviously.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"What? I speak truth! Unless those bonkers are fake-OW!"

Elizaveta stood above Gilbert, red faced, holding a frying pan.

"PERV!" She screamed. "I'LL TOTALLY BE YOUR GIRL!

Gilbert got up, "AWESOME!" And they kissed and Gilbert was still an albino.

They both shrugged, "Oh well, I like this way.. pretty sexy." Elizaveta commented nonchalantly.

Alfred appeared yet again, holding Francis and Arthur.

"And these two lived happily too... uh.. not Franny and Artie, The OTHER two." He added the last part when Francis and Arthur started whacking each other.

"HEY! GUYS! CUT IT OUT!"

"SODDING WANKER!"

"HONHONHONHONHNOHON~"

Mistress Author, or Chiara, appeared, sweatdropping.

"Bye Everyone!"

I loved this part. Why? The OOCness, of course. It's overwhelming. I swear. Yes, Alfred did mean Arthur and Francis when he said they lived happily. Remember the "Next Time, Artie" in the last chapter? hehehee...

P. S. Chiara's not actually my name. I wish it was.
P. P. S. Review :D