The beginning is a little confusing but think of the convo like this: Lovino, Feli, Lovino, Feli, etc
Also Lovino swears a lot...
Chapter Four: Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum
"Wow, look at this bastard."
"Ve~ fratello, do you think he's alright? Should we call someone?"
"Who the fuck would we call?! No one's here!"
"W-W-Well...we could...we could call Lud-?"
"HELL TO THE FUCK NO, STUPID BASTARD!"
"Th-Then what about Anto-?"
"No. Definitely not."
"Shhhh...keep it down," I mumbled rubbing my sleepy eyes and tasting morning in my mouth, "Five...five more minutes..."
There was a scoff from somewhere above me. "You're lucky we're even here you bastard," the gruff voice said, although it was high in pitch and had the potential to sound very soothing and feminine, "we're the only ones keeping you from being raped."
"Hm?!" I yelped surging into a sitting position. I looked around, seeing I was sitting up on a patch of soft grass in the middle of a forest.
Before me were two guys, looking almost exactly the same dressed in tight red shorts that barely covered their asses, brown suspenders, brown boots that came up to their ankles and yellow shirts with bishop sleeves and a black ribbon holding the collar shut. They'd even look the same, only the one on my left was paler, had half lidded amber eyes and reddish hair while the one on my right had brunette hair, hazel eyes that looked more brown then hazel and his skin was a healthy olive color. The one on the left also wore an iron cross around his neck and a red propeller cap made his hair stick up at odd angles beneath it, while the one on the right wore a small, golden pendent and a gaint sun hat with a red ribbon wrapped around the middle.
The one on the right definitely scared me.
"W-Wait, what do you mean 'rape'?!"
The one on the right rolled his eyes, hands on hips. "There are some perverts in this world that would just LOVE to sink their teeth in a young, pretty boy in a dress."
In...a... I looked down to see my current state of dress. My shirt and stockings were long gone, as well as my underwear. What replaced them were thigh high, white, silk stockings with lace at the top, black ankle strap shoes, undergarments made out of what felt like silk and lace and a lavender dress with puffed sleeves, a skirt that barely went passed my thighs, a white petticoat beneath and a small apron -with pockets -over the skirt and was actually longer than the skirt by about half an inch.
"W-Why am I in a dress?!" I squeaked jumping to my feet and pulling down the skirt, trying to cover up my legs.
"Ve~ it was probably Gilbert."
"Gilbert? You...you call him Gilbert too?" I questioned, for some reason I felt hurt. I wanted to be the only one that called Gilbert by his name. Everyone else should just call him "White Rabbit".
"Sì, he's like family so I call him Gilbert."
"I just call him bastard."
"Fratello, that's not very nice."
"Does it look like I care?"
"Ve~ well-."
"U-Um...ex-excuse me, where am I? How did I get here? Who are you?" I said quickly, not liking the way my jealousy had calmed when Feliciano spoke of Gilbert being like family, not a lover.
"You're in the Forest of Five and Gilby probably brought you here to see us. And to take a siesta," Feliciano said with a giggle.
"As for who we are, I am Tweedle Dee" -the one with a sun hat said pointing to himself -"but you can call me Lovino or whatever and this idiot is Tweedle Dum, you can call him Feliciano too."
"...Hey, wait, I'm not Tweedle Dum, you are fratello!"
"Sì, yes you are, idiot."
"No-."
"Sì, YOU ARE!"
"VE~!"
"U-Um...how...how do I get out of here?" I asked interrupting their little argument.
"You have to listen to our stories first!" Feliciano exclaimed excitedly, clapping his hands, "We have two!"
"Just listen you bastard and we'll help you get out of here," Lovino huffed, hands on his hips.
"Al~Alright..." I agreed, after all, what is the worst thing that could happen?
"Fratello, do you want to tell the story together?" Tweedle Dum, Feliciano, asked, turning to look at his twin.
"Sì, but I'll start-."
"Ve~ but, fratello, you always start!"
"SILENCIO! It's because I am oldest!"
"By thirty minutes!"
"SÌ, AND DON'T YOU FUCKING FORGET IT!"
"But-!"
"There once lived two brats- I mean -boys," Lovino began.
"By a field," Feliciano said soon after, "Full of mice."
"One was older and taller -duh."
"Quite thin with snow for hair."
"'Albino boy blue'."
"Who could play the flute."
"And fucking violin."
"The other."
"Was younger -no shit."
"Sky trapped in his eyes."
"Followed 'Albino' -fucking -'Boy Blue'."
"Like little sheep and Bo-Peep."
"As close as two fuckers can be."
"Strength became weakness."
"Keys thrown the hell away."
"As cages were locked."
"Cut up and diced."
"Put together again."
"Chemicals goddamn injected."
"Screaming was heard."
"From 'Albino boy blue' above all others -boowho."
"Revealed too soon."
"Reborn anew -like a fucking butterfly."
"Bones made to shift."
"And creak."
"Scars meant to mar."
"Eternal crappy servitude."
"Brother led astray."
"By the amber eyes of a temptress," Lovino shot a dark look at his twin.
"Eternal loneliness may be a blessing," Feliciano continued, ignoring the look.
"Until."
"One day."
"A prince he did see... with a fine boot-tay."
"All satin and jewels," Tweedle Dum said slapping his brother's arm.
"Ow-! No room for a servant."
"A slave."
"Who is fucking poorer than he."
"They smiled and laughed."
"Fell in love fast."
"Until the Queen found out."
"And ripped the motherfucking prince's heart out."
"The screaming was loud."
"As was the damn begging."
"Yet she wrapped up the heart."
"And sent it fucking flying."
My head swam with questions, my heart drowning in sympathy and sadness. This only brought more questions to light. What happened to the White Rabbit's lover? Why couldn't the White Rabbit stop being the Queen's servant? Why was this Queen so cruel? Why did this story sound so familiar? Why couldn't I stop the sadness from forming in my stomach and leaking out in tears down my cheeks?
"Ve~? Matthew, are you crying? Don't cry, it'll be ok! The Queen of Hearts can't hurt you!" Feliciano said flapping his arms desperately. He knelt down and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into a hug, "We'll protect you, we're your friends even though Lovi-."
"CHIGI! Don't call me that!"
"Even though Tweedle Dee swears a whole bunch, he really does like you! You're his best friend! Antonio doesn't count, since they're fucking~."
"FELICIANO!" Lovino and I yelled at the same time, blushing bright red and horrified that such a dirty thing came out of such a sweet boy's mouth.
"VE~! W-W-W-What?! I'm sorry! I SURRENDER!" Feliciano screamed pulling away to wave his arms desperately in the air, futilely fighting a non-existent enemy.
I sighed, this was so strange. These people were strange, this place was strange, I didn't know where I was, everyone knew stuff I didn't. It was all very tiresome and irritating to say the least. "I think I'm going to go to take another nap..." I mumbled.
"What? No, you fucking maple bastardo, we have another story to fucking tell you!" Tweedle Dee shouted, crossing his arms, "You better fucking listen, too, because this is fucking important!"
"...really?"
"Ve~ si!"
"...really..."
"Silencio, bastardo, and let my fratello start the stupid story."
Feliciano cleared his throat, straightened his spine and his shirt, as he stretched out his suspenders with a smug look. Taking a deep breath, he began, "The Queen of Hearts is a tyrant."
"The worst of the worst," Lovino continued.
"Steps on our wind pipes."
"If we dare speak against her."
"Trials are rigged."
"Even the king lives in fear."
"She will rip out your heart and eat it at supper."
"Heads."
"Centerpieces."
"In her castle."
"What the Alice must do."
"Is really quite simple."
"He must distinguish the truth."
"From the lies."
"From the fiction."
"Remember the future."
"His past."
"What exists in the present."
"Go back to the beginning."
"Then into the past."
"Drink every last drop."
"From the 'Drink Me' cans."
"He must remember the story."
"The how."
"And the why."
"End to end."
"Back to back."
"Pain to pleasure."
"Once again."
"He must take up a sword."
"Stab his own heart."
"Cut off his own head."
"Blood on the floor."
"The king's chains."
"He will raise."
"The Queen will be broken."
"Her kingdom will fall."
"And Wonderland will be free for all."
"Alice will save, it will be the Queen of Heart's fateful day," the twins said together, bowing at the waist at the same time.
All was quiet except for the animal noises in the forest. An animal's scream, an owl's "who, who", the rustling of leaves and bushes, a bird's call. I couldn't speak, I was so shocked.
"...who's...who's the Alice?" Who was that speaking? Oh...it was me wasn't it? My usually quiet voice was like a whisper on the wind, broken and strangled. It was pathetic, sad, lonely. Scared, I'm...I'm scared...
"You," Feliciano said, his voice quiet and gentle.
"You're the Alice, moron," Lovino huffed, "but try not to worry too much or whatever. We'll...do something...right, fratello?"
"Si~!"
"...Th...Thank you..." I said still shocked and confused but feeling oddly grateful. They were so kind, even if Lovino was a little stand offish. I knew, deep in my heart and my soul that I could trust them. That I would need them.
"Nessun problema, amico~!" Feliciano cheered jumping up and down and clapping, "Come on now, we have to go!"
"W-Where?" I asked hesitantly, everywhere I had been in Wonderland had been pretty weird. I looked around me now, noticing the unrealistic softness of the grass that was a blue-ish green, the green leaves that were the color of mint with bright blue veins and the bark of the trees was both dark and light brown, making it look like the tree trunks had stripes. Weird...definitely weird...
"To the White Rabbit's house of course~!"
My head jerked up and I blushed. The White Rabbit...Gilbert...his house...Gilbert... excitement was an embarrassing bumble in my chest and I couldn't help but to smile. I'm going to see Gilbert again!
"Hurry up, we don't have all damn day!" Tweedle Dee snapped as Feliciano began to skip through the trees. He turned his back to me and began running after his twin.
"Wa-Wait!" I squeaked scrambling to my feet and running after them, "Hold on!" I ran into the forest, running faster and faster and trying to catch up to them. I really, really wanted to see Gilbert again, for some reason.
It was more than how...fucking hot he was, although that was certainly part of it. Gilbert felt so familiar to me, I felt like he was someone that I needed and wanted with an immeasurable amount of passion and desire. And I did, currently, but I felt like it was something I had felt a while ago. Sometime in the past. Sometime in the past I had wanted him and, maybe,...maybe he wanted me, too. I hoped so. If he didn't return at least some of my feelings then...then I would curl up in a dark pit and cry in the fetal position!
...pretty sad, I know, but that's all I got at the moment.
Gilbert was kind.
Gilbert was gentle.
Gilbert was smart.
Gilbert was special.
Gilbert was beautiful.
Gilbert was strong.
Gilbert was...a tortured knight, hiding his battle scars beneath his shining armor. Shining armor that was no longer silver, but stained red from all the blood he had spilled and drawn in battle.
Gilbert...Gilbert was mine!
...Whoa! Possessive much, self?!
"Ve~ hurry up, Matthew!"
"Hurry up, shit head!"
"Don't you wanna see Gilby~?"
"We don't got all day, bastard!"
I stumbled out of the forest, breaking through the line of trees to see I was alone. The twins were gone. Vanished into thin air. But, what I did see, was a beautiful, glittering, coral colored pathway leading to a small, cottage like house. It was built in the traditional English style with a thatched roof, white walls and everything, the front door a bright red, the windows on both the top floor and ground floor containing purple and blue cornflowers and a garden was visible in the back of the house, surrounded and protected by a white fence. It struck a cord in me, this cottage was so deeply familiar that I was awestruck by its picturesque beauty and the homey, nostalgic feeling that accompanied it.
Slowly, I walked up to the cozy cottage, walking up the two short, stone steps that led to the front door. I placed my hand on the cold, smooth, brass door knob.
...and it swung open.
~Mean While~
Gilbert's hands were chained to the stone wall, spread out at his sides and his torso bare. Bare except for the blood, bruises, sweat and lacerations littering his body. His legs had given out a while ago, the only thing keeping him up now were the chains, and he could barely keep his eyes open as his body shook. Weakly, Gilbert tilted his head up to get a brief look at his tormentor, his torturer, his master, his King.
King Ivan raised his arm, lifting the bloodied pipe over his head.
It was not his fault, Gilbert thought, trying to remind himself, convince himself, It's hers. That spiteful little bitch.
The King was not himself, he never was when these things happened, the Queen of Hearts made sure of it. Ivan's purple-ish eyes were black, blank and manic, a wide smile permanently on his face, the corners stretching all the way up to the top of his ears. He wore black denim trousers, brown knee high boots, his signature scarf and a crimson shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
Just as he was about to bring down the pipe for...Gilbert had lost count but you get the picture, a voice spoke out from the darkness. "That's enough, my love." The Queen of Hearts appeared from the shadows, her heels clicking against the blood and spit covered stone floor. "White Rabbit," Natalia said coldly, "Have you learned your lesson?"
Gilbert spit blood and mucus from his mouth and onto the floor in front of the Queen. "Ja, your Majesty."
"Dobra. Now tell me where your lover is."
A smirk spread across his face, ah, so that is why I'm being punished. "I don't know." I can hold out for Matthew. My love, hold on a while longer...hopefully Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum got to you in time...we will see each other soon, I know it.
Natalia scowled. She hated his face, hated his voice. Hated him, hated him, hated him, but -sadly -she needed him to take down her sister and gain control of all of Wonderland. "Wipe that smirk from your face, slave!" she screeched, "Or off with your head!"
Abruptly his smile left, amusement still obvious in his voice as he said, "Ja, meine Königin."
She made a disgusted noise in the back of her throat as she motioned for two guards to unlock Gilbert's chains. "Drag your corpse back to your room," Natalia ordered spinning on her heel, "And get the King to his!" She snapped her fingers and Ivan, along with the pipe, fell to the ground in a heap.
Ivan's spell was broken.
For now.
But Gilbert...Gilbert was still a slave, even if his chains had been taken off
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Matthew (Alice)
Feliciano (Tweedle Dum)
Lovino (Tweedle Dee)
Gilbert (White Rabbit)
Ivan (King of Hearts)
Natalia (Queen of Hearts)
The poem thingies the twins said were written by me so I'm sorry if they're crap...
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~kitty
