Hi look I am back and I have internet so yay... Yeah I am really proud of myself because this chapter is 3,700 words cos melody of life is my don't rush fic so i took the upmost care when writting...could still be crap but who knows right haha.

Also if any explanations and stuff are a little not what you were hoping this is also my write things on a whim thing- there is very little to no planning in this becasue I feel that plans restrict stories so i try and do as little as possible. Sorry but let me what you think and if you have any ideas

Mystmoon came up wth the song for me thanks !


Arthur was lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. He rolled onto his side and realising the window was open, sat up to close it. Standing in his boxers as sleep flew out the window with the breeze as the sun was hanging low in the early morning dying the neighbourhood a warming orange colour; he glanced at the clock, the display flashing 5am. He laughed a little. Thank god it was the weekend, no chance he would fall asleep in on a lesson.

The air was filled with spice as usually and the Brit groaned. Forced to live with the same Spaniard he had spent the last half a year practically taking care of meant he was subjected to a lot of heavily spiced food and a lot of tomatoes. He never touched the kitchen since Antonio was insistent the British teen didn't touch that particular area of the house. He walked over to the wardrobe and yanked out some clothing dressing himself in tight jeans, trainers and a black tight top before wondering out into the shared area to greet his flatmate who was serving up breakfast in the form of an omelette.

"Buenos días Arthur" he laughed pushing the plate onto the breakfast bar as Arthur sat on the other end "So what is the plan for today? There's this world market thing on in town that might be nice to visit, I mean we might find something you like and we are out of jam…" Antonio began to babble on as he came around the other side of the breakfast bar, untying the bow on his yellow apron stained with splash back from the breakfast that day. He slipped it off his head and placed it on a hook on the wall. He was wearing a white baggy tee with black three quarter length trousers and slip on black pumps. Arthur tuned out half way through the conversation but sighed, they hadn't really gone out to have fun…since…well he shook his head at the depression, the thought was tempting to his mind.

"Sure Antonio, we can go out" he spoke shoving the fork full of egg into his mouth staring as the brunette smiled and clapped his hands together and rushing from the room to get ready.

Two floors down about 3 hours later a small group was coming together on the hallway. The gathering consisted of the new people it seemed, Gilbert and Ludwig, Francis who it turned out was in the same boat having transferred there from his home in France and the Italian twin, Feliciano and the less enthusiastic Lovino.

"So why the fuck am I here?" he growled shoving his hands into his jeans looking at everything apart from the people his was with as if hoping to find some form of reason to escape.

"Oh come on Fratello, it will be fun! And maybe we can find some Italian stall and get..."

"Some real food well let's go then!" Lovino suddenly had a new refuelled desire. That and he could have sworn he had felt Francis snake his hand to rest on his behind.

The area of town where the market was being held was a long street compiled of flat areas and small clusters of stairs, the walls were lined with stalls displaying flags and menus of the country they were selling products of. At this time it was approaching midday and a lot of people were travelling towards the top of the street where more of the stalls were serving meals of their native lands instead of preserves, crafts or bread. The younger Italian was cooing over a stall selling of what appeared to be wurst with Ludwig. The others were sat on a few tables that had been set up in a courtyard that were rusted and wobbled a lot. The albino was insistent upon provoking the table to judder and vibrate as it swung back and forth against the cobbled stone.

"Mon ami…please stop, I am dehydrated and that racket is causing my head to split" Francis sighed leaning back on the chair and staring at the few clouds in the sky that day

"Alright, alright" he laughed looking over and raised his voice to be heard "If they stopped ogling each other and just brought the food over!"

Ludwig turned and scowled at his brother's behaviour while Feliciano felt his face heat up and snapped his head back round to talk to the vendor avoiding eye contact with anyone else.

"What are you insinuating potato bastard?" Lovino was quickly sat up and glaring at the red eyed male across from him. All he got in response was a long laugh and the increasing urge inside him to kill all Germans. When the food was put in front on him, they might as well have served it raw, the stare could have properly cooked it "Please Feliciano tell me this isn't for me…" he asked as his brother looked over seeing the potato pile in front of him. He squeaked and dragged it away pushing the pizza slice in front of him instead.

"I am so sorry Fratello" he gave the boy a worried smile as his brother bite down viciously into the slice. Francis looked down at the questionable food and then to the Italian's behaviour.

"What is wrong mon cher? The potato is not going to grow fangs and bite you" he land Gilbert burst into laughter not noticing the flinch, he growled slammed his hands on the table and spat at Francis.

"It's no fucking business of a frog like you!" and with that he turned and rushed off down the street in a mood, he never even wanted to be there anyway. Feliciano got up to follow when Ludwig stopped him.

"I'll err…go get him you stay here and eat" the blond mutter as he looked at the confused brunette blinked at him innocently.

"Ah West playing the knight in shining armour? Don't forget you can't return until you bring back the runaway princess Lovi kesese~" Gilbert was in tears of laughter as he dug into the lunch. Ludwig went red and walked off briskly into the crowd hoping to catch up with the fuming Italian who had already disappeared into the smudge of different colours and sounds.

He bumped into a brunette and being over polite Ludwig bowed his head and rushed past, sending apologies over his shoulder. The brunette blinked and ran a hand through his curls and laughed.

"No se preocupe" (no worries) he laughed even though the person who collided with him was long gone. He then pouted a little in thought and turned to his companion "I think that kid's from school."

"Really?" The blond faked interested "How nice for him."

"Yeah, he's the brother of the guy I told you about."

"The flute player?"

"Si, si…that guy has the ability I can sense it" Antonio waved a finger at Arthur who groaned and batted it away.

"The same sense that told the kitten was the reincarnation of Elvis?"

The Spaniard remained quiet and scowled as best he could as his roommate. That kitten was dancing and had a quiff and everything, how could it not be a reincarnation of Elvis Presley? He turned and slowly danced through the crowd not touching a single body as he weaved and made his way to a stall on the other side of the street. Arthur watched him until he stopped, making note so not to lose him. It was weird, in the strange state of flux that Antonio called his conscious state he was laid back and frankly a little too clumsy for the Brit's liking and yet there he was dancing around the people like a matador in the running of the bulls! Not really caring that much he turned his attention to a stall selling equipment for musical instrument, collecting a couple of guitar picks and inspecting them further. On the other side Antonio's interest peaked as he found what appeared to an old oil painting. The stall owner noticed the boy hovering over the frame propped up on the table.

"Ah, you like that picture si?" the man leant forward Antonio blinked and looked at him nodding a little happily.

"What is it of?" he asked gently pressed his fingers to the glass covering protecting it. The image was of an old ship being toss in the waves of an angry see. It seemed to make Antonio's heart beat fasting and made his mouth dry in excitement.

"Ah, that no one knows. However the image is enough to bring out the pirate in us all" he laughed and turned away to deal with another customer.

"Si senor…how right you are" the Spaniard smiled and slipped away from the stall looking over his shoulder to where Arthur was still considering making a purchase and made a noise of annoyance "This time I'll make sure you don't interfere…"

He smirked and headed off up an alleyway to find a way onto the roof so he could get a better vantage point.

"Shit shit shit shit!" Arthur rushed through the crowds, bumping into several people and causing several curse words to be thrown at him as chaos erupted. How could he be so stupid to take his eyes off of Antonio for so long? Now who knew where he was? He stopped to catch his breath looking around for any glimpse of the green eyed Spaniard.

"Look, I don't need some fucked up potato eater to tell me to calm down!"

Arthur stopped and blinked as that one voice managed to pierce through an entire street of noise; he turned and noticed two figures down one of the alleys. The younger of the two was leant against the wall while the other seemed to be trying to coax a migraine away.

"Lovino, I don't know what they said that upset you but you really hurt your brother by leaving so please come back if only for him."

"Fine…but only for Feli, I couldn't give a crap about you" he snarled smacking at the teen to back off which he did. Arthur sighed and made his way down the alley.

"Excuse me" he spoke and both males looked at him.

"And what the fuck do you want limey?"

"Charmed" he rolled his eyes "I was wondering if you had seen my friend Antonio, bit taller than me green eyes, short curly brown hair…" he looked hopefully but frowned as both of them shook their heads.

"Maybe he went to get some food…we are about to head to that area ourselves, want to join us?" Ludwig offered and the Italian pushed past him and up the street.

Antonio smiled down from the very top of the town hall that looked over the courtyard below. He smirked and narrowed his eyes, he had the perfect way to get rid of that troublesome English brat and have some fun at the same time. He hoisted himself onto the railing and cleared his throat. Down below Francis leant back in his chair and spotted the Spaniard

"Isn't he in our class?" he asked looking towards Gilbert who blinked and looked in the direction he was pointing.

"Erm yeah….Antoine? Or something?"

Antonio smiled one last time and took in a deep breath beginning to sing what appeared to be a sea shanty:

Come together lads and look to your work

For I am your Captain and have need of some aid

Confined to this prison of well meaning and manners

I look to the sea, to the sea, to the sea

I look to the sea and the freedom for me

The courtyard went silent as the silky voice filled the air. The three at the table just stared at the boy as he sang, the albino opened his mouth to speak but the words didn't come out as if he didn't want to interrupt.

My captor was a well-meaning man, tis true

Yet he kept me trapped and unable to leave

And if for my freedom I decide to strive

I look to thee, to thee, to thee

I look to thee, my lively little lads

The spell was laying heavy over the people who could hear the voice as they became enthralled in the hidden meaning of the words, their will slowly slipping away…

So storm my jail and overpower the guards,

Our time is at hand, they stand no chance,

And when our job is done and their place in tatters

We take victory, victory, victory

We take victory and dance into the night

Arthur heard the end of the song as they approached the courtyard and he paled

"Ah shit, no no no!" The Brit raced ahead followed closely by the other two who were a little confused to the man's outburst.

The courtyard looked like a living painting, everyone frozen in place, some even in mid walk. Arthur growled and looked up. The Spaniard was sat cross legged on the stone rail that circled the roof, resting his head on his hand. His eyes were narrowed and filled with mischievous intent.

"Hola brat~" he sang, his voice rough. Lovino felt a shiver go up his spine and Ludwig moved closer to the Brit.

"Do you mind explaining what is going on here?" he hissed and the thickly browed teen turned.

"I'll give you a short version…me and Antonio are called notes…we can control our surroundings through music, however something happened and Antonio took on the spirit of another who could control people through his voice, trapping himself and that spirit inside his own body…the problem is somehow he has gotten out."

"Yes and I plan to stay out! I have a mission to recruit to our cause and you two got in my way…I guess in a way I recruited your Spanish friend anyway though" Antonio spoke patting his chest.

During this time the Italian entered a more big brotherly state of mind and had crept over to his brother worried for the younger's safety. He reached out and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder who turned slightly

"Feliciano? Are you ok?" he asked biting his lip.

"Now that is ridiculous, you can't control people through your voice!" Ludwig protested, a suddenly shriek causing the heads to jerk in the direction of the table. Lovino was sprawled onto the table, face pressed into the metal surface with one hand and the other hand holding one arm to his back; he struggled but could not get out of the grip of his brother which shocked the German. Feliciano was the most gentle person he had met and yet there was the Italian delighting in the pain he was causing to his brother, smirking with a fang filled grin and eyes hardened over with pure dark intentions.

"Oh, but you can my German friend…and I'll prove it" Antonio laughed and raised a hand to the sky, a signal. Within second Lovino had been pushed into the arms of the British teen and the three of them were surrounded.

"Ok, now this may look bad but every cloud has a silver lining."

"Silver lining? Where the fucking silver lining in this?"

"I have to agree with Lovino, this isn't exactly a situation I ever wanted to be in!"

Arthur grumbled looking around as the bodies moved closer. The poor innocent people brainwashed by some deranged pirate. He knew that the guy could easily add them to his crew but that wasn't his style, seeing the light fade from an enemies eyes was something of a treat for him.

"Look I know you don't know me, but I need to know you will do what I say without question because if you don't, we might as well let them rip us apart right now!" He yelled. The other two looked at him and Arthur swallowed seeing the fear on their faces

"Fine..." Ludwig grumbled.

"Yeah fine just don't get us killed!" Lovino replied and then screamed as his brother grabbed him from behind and held him to the ground, choking him in a headlock.

"Damn it! Move German move!" The Brit burst into the crowd trying to get through, he had to find a way to contact his power. Punching out at strangers and wincing as they fell like dominoes only to be replaced by another. Lovino could slowly feel his neck stretching from the rough treatment when suddenly the presence of his brother was gone. Snapping upright, he noticed the blond German over him.

"Did you just fucking punch my brother?" he scowled and then shuddered as the blue eyes focused on him.

"Priorities you stupid Italian" he snapped, clearly at the end of his rope with the elder brother's behaviour. He grabbed onto the males wrist and followed Arthur through the crowd.

The Brit has somehow made his way through the crowd, stumbling and tripping over something he had failed to noticed, gripping his head he looked up and smiled. There at his feet was a sandy coloured guitar, acoustic was more Antonio's thing but beggars cannot be choosers. Grabbing the neck he held it to him.

"This is not the time for playing" Ludwig yelled finally dragging them out from the crowd slowly the people turning.

"Look, tell me now what you play!" Arthur yelled growling and praying the man in front of him had some form of power. Ludwig rolled his eyes.

"Bruder!" came the cry as the Albino came speeding over the crowd and landing on the blond

"Get off me Gilbert!" Ludwig yelled squirming and bucking his legs to try and kick the male before turning to Arthur "Trumpet!" he yelled and Arthur nodded.

"Yo Italian, get in that mess and find me any brass based instrument preferably something close to a trumpet!"

Lovino growled and rushed into the tangled mess of a music stall. Arthur spun ground only to be pinned to the wall by a randy Frenchman.

"well hello mon cher, want to have some fun?" he purred grinding up against the man. Arthur was disgusted but was pinned there. He was really having a bad day.

The Italian yanked out the brass instrument quite triumphantly and turned horrified to find the only other two people with him that weren't trying to kill and/or rape him were currently about to have it occur to them. Gripping the instrument in hand and slowly apologising to it, swung it over his head and threw it straight at Francis, smiling at the resounding crack it made as it collided with the man's skull. Arthur blinked not completed sure what had happened, looking down at the instrument as it clang on the floor.

"Found one…" Lovino replied and the brit nodded. Ludwig managed to snake an arm free and used it to swing his whole body into punching his brother across the face allowing him to roll away.

"Here" Arthur handed the German the instrument before turning to Lovino "Look Italian we have one shot at this so listen as soon as he clears a path run down it and keep going cos you're the one who is going to reach Antonio"

"What the fuck!" was he reply. Ludwig was confused as Arthur turned and more or less told the German teen to play which he did if a little reluctantly. His heart raced as he began to play the instrument considering he was in the presence of many bloodthirsty looks he panicked a little.

Suddenly the ground opened and a water pipe below seemed to move and burst through causing people to scramble

"Nice…" Arthur blinked and snapping back into reality turned to Lovino "I told you to run git now run!"

Lovino snapped from his daze and not really trusting any of this broke into a run which incurred him to run along the moving water pipe gingerly. The Englishman slowly watched the Italian and then at the right moment played one chord that echoed through the courtyard. A… less then manly scream filled the air as the earth shot up launching Lovino into the air.

Antonio's gaze shot up "Now what?" he questioned, he had not been paying attention to the fight and realised that probably wasn't the best idea.

"You bastard!" was all he heard before he felt a fist connect with his face causing his face to jerk sideways his whole body following as he hit the floor.

Ten minutes passed and the police had arrived hearing of a disturbance but with about 100 witnesses…who had witnessed nothing, amnesia was a wonderful side effect of brain washing. Arthur turned to Ludwig who was currently nursing his brother's mysterious obtained burst lip

"Yo German!" he spoke and Ludwig growled turning to him.

"That is so unawesome you know?" Gilbert spoke a little out of it "his name is Ludwig"

Arthur laughed " I am so sorry…Ludwig…when Monday comes come see me in the library at lunch feel free to bring….the colourful group of friends you have…I will explain better about what happened."

"Ve~ why….what happened?" Feli asked knelt on the floor trying hard to figure out why his eye was swelling up "And where is Fratello?"

"Ah yeah right, the Italian, he's up there" Arthur laughed nervously, suddenly remembering and pointing up to the stone railing.

"Oi Bastard….wake up I have no fucking clue how you got up here but you need to get me down." Antonio felt someone kicking his side, when had he fallen asleep? Slowly he opened his eyes and looked up at the man attacking him. As his vision cleared the brunette male with fly away curl came into view and Antonio laughed back in his mellow mood he just sat up and said the first thing that came into his head

"You're cute~"

"W-what the fuck is wrong with you!" Lovino replied bright red as the Spaniard got to his feet laughing. He winced as the same male grabbed his cheeks and cooed

"Ah you're all red like a cute little tomato~"

Antonio was then knocked out for the second time in 15 minutes.


Next chapter: discovering powers and...alot of shouting