Alright, so these Carriedo's aren't too bad at cooking. Okay, so maybe they're fantastic. Whatever. I can do better. Hell, I'll prove how wonderful I am tomorrow. Then they'll see.

'So, Ms Carriedo, is there a Mr Carriedo?' Nonno asks, and Feli and I glance at each other. The disgusting old man really doesn't know when to quit.

'Aren't you getting a bit ahead of yourself, Grandpa?' I snarl, glaring at the old man. I'd kick his ass if I could.

'Please, just call me Isabella,' Ms Carriedo insists, 'Antonio and I are on our own, actually. We're very glad that you're staying with us.'

'Won't we be a bother, Miss Isabella?' Oh, so it looks like Feli is Mr Manners, too.

'Ma'am, is it alright if I go take a hot bath? It's been a pretty long journey here.' Alright, so maybe I'm Mr Manners, too. Or Miss Manners. But only because Isabella is really pretty and I'd feel bad if I treated her badly. Feli and Nonno glare daggers at me as Isabella nods her head. Antonio rises to his feet, and I turn my head to stare at him.

'I'll show you the way to the bathroom,' the damn bastard says with a soft smile, 'This house is pretty big, you know? I don't want you getting lost.'

'I won't get lost.' I pout, trying to be as quiet as possible, but Antonio chuckles. Dammit. He must have heard me.

'Alright,' Antonio chuckles gently as soon as we exit the earshot of those in the dining room, 'So maybe I want to talk to you some more.' Shit. Fuck. He's onto me. 'I mean, we are engaged, right?'

I let out a gentle 'humph' as my response. Fucking engaged, that bastard grandpa. Why'd he even arrange this? Why does he want this restaurant?! Probably owes Isabella something. I furrow my eyebrows as I think, completely forgetting about my fiance.

Antonio asks me all sorts of random questions as he leads the way to the bathroom. Pointless questions, things like my favourite food and favourite animal. The fucking loser damn near exploded when I muttered something about liking tomatoes. What a creep.

'Alright, we're here now,' I say as Antonio opens the bathroom door, 'You can piss off now.'

'Do you talk to everyone like that?' He asks weakly, trying to sound amused rather than annoyed. Oh, am I bothering him? Good.

I finally meet my fiance's eyes as I answer him with a cold, 'yes, yes I do.'

Silence pursues, making the air around us very uncomfortable. Well, uncomfortable for Antonio. Hopefully. Though the bastard still has a dumb smile on his face. Guess he's just being respectful, since we're engaged and all that crap.

Without any hesitation, I slam the bathroom door shut and begin my bath. Even if it's just for a little while, it's great to be a boy. It takes a lot of weight off my chest. I suppose I can't leave the bathroom as a boy, though. Then again, Nonno did tell me to just be myself... I suppose I should reveal the secret. I mean, it's going to happen sooner or later, so why not sooner? It sure would save me a lot a hassle. Plus, maybe it'll wipe that grin off of Antonio's dumb face. I wonder what face he'll make? Usually people are shocked, a bit confused, a bit worried, and then kind of disgusted. Others are impressed. I sink into the bath as I think. Antonio'll probably be disgusted. I hope he calls off the engagement in anger. Though I guess we'll have to find somewhere else to stay if that happens. Which might be even more of a hassle than this engagement.

'Romana?' Antonio's voice comes from outside of the bathroom, successfully snapping me out of my train of thought, 'You forgot to bring a change of clothes, so I brought you the first thing I saw from your back pack! I hope you don't mind- oh, hey, Feliciano.'

'Don't you know anything about privacy, you stupid bastard?!' I shout, but I can hear Feliciano's high pitched voice over mine. That damn jerk, doesn't he know that it's fucking rude to talk over people? I think I'll just have to give him a piece of my mind.

'Are you trying to see my sister naked, Antonio?' Feliciano's annoying voice is actually pretty good at coming across as intimidating. The jerk never was too bad at confronting others. He just didn't like to do it.

'N-not at all, Feliciano!' See? Antonio fucking stammared at Feli's accusation. My fiance must be pretty weak willed, the disappointment. 'I just thought she'd like a change of clothes, that's all!'

'Are you going in there to give them to her?'

I tug on my boxers that I had been wearing before my bath - yes, I wear boxers in my girl form, shut up okay it's just easier - and walk towards the door. Without opening it, I call out to Feli, 'protective, are we?'

'Romana?' Antonio replies in a confused tone, 'Is that you?'

'Are you ill, sorella?' Feliciano sounds genuinely panicked, 'I'm coming in! Antonio, cover your eyes.' Without a second to spare, Feli tugs the door open and darts inside. After locking it, he glares at me with those honey coloured eyes of his as if asking, 'just what the fuck do you think you're doing?'

'He's bound to find out anyway.' I say with a shrug, and Feli's eyes widen as he shoots a quick glance back at the door. I push past my twin and move to unlock the door, but once I begin to tug on the handle, I feel something cold and wet spray across my back.

AN: Okay, so I figured that there's going to be a little awkward stage where they all call each other by full names instead of the cute little nicknames. But I promise the cute nicknames will turn up soon! And I hope this chapter is okay, I'm never really too good at fics with multiple chapters, but I really want to improve! Thank you for reading!