Hey everyone! Finally, I have chapter 2 up. XD

Some notes~

-Thank you sooooo much for the reviews so far.

-Thanks for the suggestions for characters!

-I used some of these suggestions, since I was still a bit clueless as to who would play who to be honest O.O So THANK YOU to the ones who gave such wonderful characters these roles. I originally hadn't planned on Hungary being Maria, but I love the idea! I always had Spain in mind for Sir Andrew though.. It suits him rather well. XD And Austria as Malvolio? You people are geniuses! *faints* I couldn't even think of who could play him.. but I love the suggestions sooo much and they fit well! Once again, THANK YOU ALL.

ONCE AGAIN: (my own disclaimer ahead)

This is a parody of William Shakespeare's Twelfth Night with Hetalia characters, which belong to Hidekaz Himaruya. I do not own the original plot, or the characters, or the jokes used in the story because I don't even understand my own sense of humor. THIS IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES! I would never steal any of these amazing men's work and claim it for my own. I am simply putting two things I love together as one story! :3

The Bonnefoy house was indeed a grand one. Besides its many rooms, beautifully decorated parlors, and large swooping staircases, its magnificent gardens were known to be the best in all of Illyria. The hedges were neatly trimmed everyday, and the flowers were tended to around the clock when needed. Its bricked walkways swerved around the entirety of the garden, almost in a maze as it led from the side and back of the house itself. It really was a nice place to just gaze at for hours.

A young woman was sweeping up the walkway that led to the back door to the house at the crack of dawn, her silken light brown hair swaying with her motions. Her gemlike eyes were casted directly down at the spot she was cleaning. That is, until some annoying laughter and stumbling footsteps were heard coming toward her.

"You've done it again, Gilbert.." The woman sighed. She didn't even have to look to know it was that blasted Prussian arriving home this early again.

"Kesesesese! Of course I won again! I drank the most at that last party. It's official that it was awesome!" Gilbert nearly shouted to the heavens, laughing so loudly that the birds that had flocked around the two had quickly dispersed.

The woman smacked Gilbert's shin with her broom, a disapproving frown spreading across her lips. "Quiet down! Lady Francoise is still asleep. Do you want to wake up the entire house?" She hissed, glaring up at the albino man beside her.

"Ouch! Not so rough, Elizabeta!" Gilbert nearly jumped back a foot from the broom's hit. "But my niece? Francoise? She's awake. Geez.. You'd think her own personal housemaid would know this.." He smirked quite cheekily, earning another smack of a broom from the Hungarian woman.

"I did not check on her this morning, okay?" Elizabeta set her broom aside. "Its not like I sit around just watching her all day.."

"I thought that was your job, honestly.." Gilbert mumbled.

"Hush, or I'll hit you with that broom again," She threatened. "Besides, only you would know that because you come home so late. Or should I say, so early in the morning. Really, your partying and drunkenness isn't approved by your niece. You, of all people, should know that. You being her 'uncle' and all.."

"Well, at least I can clearly see that she is awake this early in the morning without being her wench. Speaking of which, what's wrong with Francoise lately? Is she still sad over Francis's death? It can't be healthy for her to be waking up this early and mourning over him.."

"Please. We all know you did the same for quite a while." Elizabeta grabbed her broom again and swept past him.

Although he still wasn't completely sober (well, he never was), Gilbert sighed as he thought back to those times of his own mourning for his best friend. Drinking for him only increased after Francis's death. "He was my friend, Elizabeta." A wide grin suddenly spread across his face as he held his flask out in the air. "And an excellent drinking buddy!"

"You're hopeless.." She shook her head at him, continuing to sweep the bricks. "You'll kill yourself with all that drinking. Lady Francoise said the same just the other day while you were out at one of your 'German parties'. That, and she brought up that idiot of a man you brought along with you."

"Antonio?"

"I believe that was the name… He's a good friend of yours, right?"

Gilbert nodded, a lopsided smile plastered on his pale face. "You'd better believe it! We go way back.." He laughed, as if reminiscing about fond memories. "But he's quite the guy when it comes to wealth. He was once poor, but after getting into the 'warrior, fighting, pirating' thing, he's getting more money in!"

"So he's a thief? How can you exactly give him praise when he doesn't deserve the credit?" Elizabeta huffed, shooting him a glare.

"Not a thief! He fights with honor, and earns everything successfully and justly!"

"Ah. So he gambles in a sense?"

"Oh just forget it! But besides the money, he's got many talents: singing, dancing, painting… All just coming to him naturally!"

"That including being an oblivious idiot? I hear he's quite the coward too… And quite the drinker.. I wonder where he picked that up from.." The Hungarian girl shot another look to the Prussian.

Gilbert, becoming quite frustrated, flailed his arms in the air before crossing them against his chest. "We don't drink for just any reason. When we drink, its either to Francoise or Francis." With a glance from behind him, he saw the said Spaniard running towards him. "Hm.. Well what do you know? There he is."

"Gilbert~! Mi amigo!" The Spanish man practically sang, his arms open wide to greet his friend.

"Antonio! There you are," He accepted the said man's sign of friendship, embracing him briefly. "Kesesese… We were just talking about you!"

"Qué? Oh, what were you saying?" Antonio's face beamed brightly with curiosity.

"I was just telling Elizabeta here how wonderful of a man you were and she's beginning to take interest.." Gilbert snickered, glancing back at the woman.

Elizabeta's face blushed. "I have no—!"

"—Ah, she is in denial.." Gilbert sighed, shaking his head. "Antonio, go and win her cold and cruel heart!" Oh, how he loved annoying this girl.

"Don't you dare—!" Elizabeta's words were cut off by Gilbert's hand covering her mouth. The rest of her sentence was muffled angry shouting.

"But I can't do such a thing!" Antonio broke in, removing Gilbert's hand from over Elizabeta's mouth. No offense to you, Elizabeta; you're a lovely lady. But out here with Gilbert around? It wouldn't be the right setting!"

Now free from Gilbert's clutches, Elizabeta grabbed her broom tightly and began walking off as quickly as she could. "Goodbye, boys.."

"She took your words offensive, Tony! What the hell were you thinking?" Gilbert slapped the side of Antonio's head lightly. "Go, apologize, and promise that you'll sweep her off her feet!" He snickered. "Quite literally.." He pointed to the broom that was in the young woman's hands.

Antonio, shaken by the words, hurried over to the young lady. "Ah, miss! I'm sorry! Please, if we could just save this for another place, I would surely make you fall in love with me! Gilbert and I are both very serious about these things! Do you think you have a couple of idiots on your hands?"

Elizabeta bottled up her anger and put on a sweet, yet sinister smile. "Sir, I am not nor will I ever be holding either of your or Gilbert's hands. Therefore, no idiots will be in mine. Good day to you." With that, she made her exit to the back door of the house.

"That was harsh.." Gilbert spoke, breaking the silence that had lingered between them since the door shut close. "Has anyone ever rejected you like that? And so quickly?"

Antonio's smile never seemed to fade, for it was only a bit weaker now as he sighed. "Ah… Maybe once a long time ago. Back when I met this Italian… I'm sure you know the story though."

"And don't I know it well…" Gilbert tried to smile reassuringly, slinging an arm around his friend's shoulder.

After a moment more of quiet, Antonio looked to the ground before speaking again. "Gilbert… I think I'll be leaving tomorrow…"

"Huh? But you just got here!" Gilbert protested, removing his arm from around him. "And not even having an awesome party—I mean drink—together before you do?"

"As good as that sounds, there really is nothing to celebrate." Antonio looked back up, towards the morning sky. "I don't think Francoise is interested in me… There's really no chance that we'll get any closer than friends. And with what happened between Francis and I long ago…"

Gilbert gave Antonio a pat on the back and an almost saddened look. "Don't let that get to you. You're too awesome to be brought down by old news."

"Thanks, Gil." Antonio's smile returned, but slowly. "She's still not interested in me though. What's the point of me staying any longer? Besides you, of course.."

"Don't give up yet! She isn't interested in anyone right now. She's still in mourning. She's not even giving into Duke What's-His-Face like she did long ago. I heard he's the one after her now! Kesesesese… And I thought he was as heartless as Elizabeta is!"

"You shouldn't be so mean to her, Gilbert. What has she ever done to you?" Antonio moved away from him smoothly, crossing his arms.

"You aren't the one working with her everyday."

"Hmmmm…." Antonio's smile now flickered with mischief, his feet swiftly guiding him around Gilbert. "I think you're the one who should win her heart~"

Gilbert's cheeks colored faintly and he growled. "I am not! Don't be so mean, Antonio!" He began chasing after Antonio, who was skipping away so happily all of a sudden.

Antonio laughed, turning and grabbing Gilbert by the hands. "Dance with me, Gilbert! It's been so long, and I have to show you these new moves I learned while traveling!" He spun around with him, causing Gilbert to groan in pain at the oncoming headache from his late night drinking.

"Not so fast, Tony!" He groaned, trying to keep up with the Spanish man. They twirled and danced their way out the garden, and into the house just as the sun had fully risen.