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Key:

Matthew(Canada)-God of Love

Herakles(Greece)-God of Prophecy

Alfred(America)-God of the Sky

Arthur(England)-God of Knowledge, Magic and Ruler of Heaven in Romulus' stead


Francis admittedly was no the sharpest tool in the shed. He would be the first to say so as well. Perhaps not in front of his peers, but in a quiet moment, he would, okay? Anyway, it didn't take a genius to figure out something was terribly wrong when he stepped into the room. There was a stranger in a handsome silver cloak standing across from a very scared looking Antonio and Gilbert. His head moved back and forth between the three people. It looked like a war zone.

"Um...friends?" He asked timidly. "What is going on?" Gilbert groaned.

"Not now Francis."

"So...what now?" Antonio asked, scratching his head.

"We fucking get to that Celestial Tower and then we never have to see each other again." The stranger grumbled, snapping his fingers and admiring the ice that sparked up. The other two cringed. Francis' eyes widened.

"What in Ivan's name is-"

"I'm Lovino the god of winter or whatever now. Shut the fuck you stupid bastard, I've had enough of humans for one day. I'm going back to bed." Lovino barked and stomped past the scared shitless Francis and began walking out of the shrine gates.

"Oh no you don't." Gilbert ran after him. "Don't you dare step foot into town."

"Why not? I don't care about whatever the fuck Heracles said. I'm going back to my mountain." Lovino screeched. Antonio now ran out into the yard.

"No! You'll give the farmers and planters bad luck!"

"I don't care!"

"Just calm down!" Gilbert screamed.

"Make me bitch!" The god screamed back.

"Would you both stop!" Antonio was yelling now too. Francis' head was frozen still trying to process the first piece of information.

This was too much for a wine merchant to handle. He sunk to the ground and buried his face in his knees as he waited for the yelling to be over.

"No!" Lovino shouted.

"Yes!" The two shouted back.

"Ah for Arthur's sake everyone be quiet!" Francis yelled over all of them from his position on the floor. All three parties paused and looked at him in surprise. "Now...someone explain to me just what the hell is going on."

After a quick summary of the past morning done by Gilbert with a few vulgar interruptions by Lovino, Francis' head felt a little less like exploding.

"So...we're taking a trip?" He said slowly.

"I guess so." Antonio said. Lovino tapped his foot impatiently.

"Well? Can we start going then?"

"I don't know if it's occurred you, but we can't just drop everything to go on some mystical quest." Gilbert snapped.

"And why the fuck not?"

"We have jobs, moron."

"Do not address me, so informally." Lovino scoffed.

"Oh yeah? Get used to it jackass. I've cleaned your shrine for three years now and I'm not allowed to do anything else. Do you know how boring you've made my life? Very!" Lovino paused for a second, his eyes flickering.

"I have a shrine?"

"Of course you do. You're a god aren't you?" Gilbert said sourly.

"But...I have a shrine."

"Yeah, you have like lots. They're attached to Feliciano temples." Antonio shrugged.

Lovino sank to the ground, his staff falling beside him.

"That's...good to know. At least you all…remember me." With that, the Winter God passed out, leaving three completely confused humans.


They figured it wouldn't be as big of a deal if they carried him to one of their houses. Gilbert had refused to house him at the temple, even though it was the closest and Francis still was shaken up over the whole thing, so Antonio volunteered to take care of him for the night.

Carrying Lovino and his staff in a way that they didn't touch the ground was important. Antonio didn't want to curse anyone after all. The God was weirdly cool to the touch but hardly weighed as much as a bale of hale.

It was almost as if he was floating in Antonio's hands. Looking down at the god his arms, Antonio couldn't help but imagine them meeting under different circumstances, would they be friends? Enemies? Or perhaps something else entirely, holding Lovino was offering him a glance in a life that could've been, that could be.

And the more he looked down the more he became enraptured with the boy's appearance.

"I do believe I can see myself falling in love with you." Antonio whispered in spite of himself. "Although, me actually doing that…well, I don't think so." A short laugh followed his statement.

The wind seemed to howl in opposition but his walk had made him daring, braver than he ever thought he could be. Of course he never would, but he could acknowledge the possibility. After all, the world was full of impossible possibilities and Antonio's simple mind could appreciate them now and again.

He arrived at his house just as the sun was setting and brought Lovino in, gently laying him on his bed with his staff opposite him. Kneeling next to bed, Antonio examined the god once more. His skin was flawless; he looked like he had been once tan, but it had faded away from lack of sunlight. His hair was silky looking and Antonio longed to run his fingers through it, against his better judgment.

How could someone so terrible be so beautiful?

Antonio couldn't help but believe there might be more to the story. Sleep too began to overtake him and he couldn't bring himself to make dinner. He fell asleep on the floor next to the bed dreaming of open fields and piles of gold that would make him so rich he would never have to work a plow again.


On the roof of the small cabin, the god of love sat nestled against the chimney, smiling sadly and looking down at his lap. Heracles stood not to far from him, balancing on ruddy wood beams that made up top of house.

"You're a cruel master of fate, Heracles." The god of love shook his head.

"I don't control fate, Matthew, I just see it." The man answered almost lazily, running a hand through his hair. A gentle wind blew from the south and Matthew sighed.

"I suppose we've dallied here enough, Alfred will be looking for me."

"Don't fool yourself, he probably didn't realize you were gone."

"…You're probably right. But we still should get back." Heracles shrugged and his wings expanded and he began to fly upward, toward heaven. Matthew watched him become a twinkling spec in the skyline before standing up himself. He looked down at the cabin and in a spilt second decision jumped down from the roof and peeked in through the window. Antonio was asleep, kneeling next to Lovino, his head resting on the boy's chest. Matthew could've laughed at how seemingly perfect the two fit each other. Fate was playing with him. To show him such potential in a pairing, not allow him to interfere.

Matthew gave the glass window a soft kiss. It fogged up and remained, a sign his blessing was complete. "May you learn to love, Lovino, and may you learn to let yourself be loved in return." His wings expanded and he flew up away from cabin.


When Lovino awoke, he was greeted with the smell of spices he could not identify. He sat up stiffly and looked around. He was currently situated in a small room with weird looking vegetables hanging from the ceiling beams and a table with two chairs in the middle.

In the corner there was a small shrine with an unlit candle. The nook where the bed was, stood a small wash basin, pitcher and cloth with two pegs with shirts hanging off them next to it. The only word that came to Lovino's mind was homely.

And there was that boy from yesterday, huddled over an open hearth poking at what Lovino assumed was the source of the smell. He begrudgingly grabbed his staff and made his way over to the boy who turned around to greet him with a smile.

"Good morning!" Something about this man's pep annoyed Lovino.

"Hello. What are you making?"

"Oh just some eggs and peppers. Juanita laid quite a few this week. Would you like some?"

"I do not eat human food." Lovino deadpanned. He wasn't sure what a Juanita was, but he decided he did not care enough to find out.

"Oh...well, more for me then!" The boy turned around again to focus on his cooking.

"When you are done, we shall leave for the lake." Lovino said, his voice leaving very little room for argument.

"Hm." The boy clicked his tongue in response.

"What is it?" The god challenged.

"It's just that the harvest is approaching and Gilbert is busy with shrine duties and Francis goes away soon for the city, and-"

"I don't care about your affairs. We leave today."

"Not to mention journeys take a long time to plan and I'm not sure if I can really afford one right now." Lovino scowled as Antonio rambled on and on about how impossible the trip would be.

"If I believed I would be allowed to go without you, I would."

"Then why don't you go?" The boy's tone was easy but Lovino couldn't help but snap.

"Because if Heracles says something, you do it. He's the god of prophecy after all." The boy was silent for a second, turning the eggs over in the pan.

"Give us a few days. We can use my wagon and my horses. Juanita can come along as well." Lovino nodded.

"What should I do?"

"Can you do anything?" Antonio scooped the eggs and peppers off of the pan and onto a chipped china plate and moved to sit at the table in the middle of room, pulling out a fork from seemingly nowhere.

"Of course I can do things, jackass." Lovino huffed and by habit sat across from Antonio.

"Yes but...can you farm at all?" He began eating his breakfast.

"That's...I might...I don't know." Lovino admitted. "I might freeze everything."

"Then you are not allowed to touch anything." Antonio said quickly between bites of egg.

"Fair enough." The god sighed but couldn't help feel dejected. He wanted to help, but he also knew it would be better if he didn't. Contrary to what they might think of him, he wasn't a horrible person. "I'm going back to bed." He decided.

"Good, get your strength up. If we must leave then we should do it with full strength! I'll be outside in the garden if you need anything!" Antonio smiled but Lovino just shifted uncomfortably.

"Yeah okay sure." With that, he moved back to the small bed in the corner and let sleep overcome him once more.


Lovino's dreams were not pleasant ones.

He stood in front of a palace of marble, shivering. His hands and his feet were shackled and two guards that he had grown up with pushed him along and into the giant building. He was led to the room lined by podiums. At the center, a podium bigger than the rest sat a man in black robes. Lovino couldn't place his face, but he knew it was familiar. He was pushed the ground unceremoniously.

"You are hereby charged with the following crimes; Lovino, god of winter; the murder of the great elders, conspiracy, and usage of ancient magic. How do you pled?"

"Does even matter?" Lovino asked through a broken whisper. His voice cracked. They had denied him food and drink for three days. The council room broke into whispers.

"The nerve!" One said.

"I always knew he was trouble, I always said that he should've been locked up! Long ago." Another shouted across the council room.

"Quiet!" The leader commanded and room became silent once more, leering at Lovino, who couldn't meet their eyes. "Well…Lovino, your relinquishment of a plea, creates a problem. As the serving god of law, I must decided your plea and therefore your punishment." Lovino stayed staring at the floor. "Would anyone like to speak on accused behalf before we get that underway?" His head shot up at this. He searched the audience for his brother. But his search was in vain. Feliciano was not present. He sunk even further to the ground.

It seemed this was his destiny. "Very well. Lovino, I find you guilty in the strongest degree of all these crimes. For order and balance to be restored, your wings shall be removed and you will be expelled from heaven." The room was silent. It had been a millennium since a God had gotten their wings ripped off. But Lovino nodded, accepting his fate, stone faced, trying to pretend there weren't tears in his eyes.

He was ushered out of the room were he felt cold clammy hands on the base of his wings, and then he woke up.

Lovino was sweating and instinctively, reached for his back, running his hand across the large and jagged scar where his wings once were. Looking around, he saw that Antonio was no longer in the cabin. The sun was shining through the rudimentary windows, and the God assumed it was at least noon. He got out of the bed and took a few shaky steps to the door. Flinging it up, he was greeted by a cool breeze.

And then he couldn't help himself. He began to run. He ran through the fields that surrounded Antonio's house, dirt squishing between his toes. He ran even though he felt his lungs burning, arms outstretched, with his cloak blowing in the wind. When he reached the end of the fields, he spotted a pile of rocks by a small pond, He desperately ran to it, climbing the rocks, trying to get himself closer to the sky. When he reached the top, all he could do was stand as the wind fluttered about him, tears streaming down his face.

"Mr. Winter God!" He heard Antonio call from below him. "Get down from there it's dangerous!" Lovino ignored him in favor of looking up at the sky. He reached his hand upward, almost surprised when ice sparked up from his fingertips.

"I need to be free again!" He called up the sky, "I need to fly again." He whispered to himself.


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