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Two years later, a tall, swarthy Spanish youth strode into the bustling Italian town as it prepared for one of its many festivals. His green eyes flashed under his broad-brimmed red hat with its tall white plume waving proudly in the gentle breeze. A matching red coat with gold-thread trimming swirled elegantly about his knees, as dashing as the impish grin on his face. Flanking him was a Prussian albino and a blond Frenchman, both pirates like himself. Gilbert, the albino, was about a head taller than the other two, and a tiny yellow chick named Gilbird perched on his black hat. Francis, the Frenchman, was tastefully clothed in blue and red, his charisma and natural charm attracting men and women alike.
"So, Antonio," he said, winking at a trio of voluptuous brunettes past whom Antonio strode without a second glance, "care to tell me why we 'ave just left zhose poor ladies all alone? Zhey looked razher lonely, non?"
"I'll tell you vhy, Franny-pants," Gilbert cut in, cackling. "It's because Tonio has an imaginary sveetheart vaiting for him here, vhich means he's not interested in zhe usual pleasurable company." He flashed the trio a wolfish grin over one shoulder, and one of them swooned, which wasn't helping his ego any.
"'Ow could I 'ave forgotten?" Francis sighed, flicking Antonio's hat. "It isn't like 'e's been bending our ears wizh tales of 'is petit amour."
"Ah! Look!" Antonio cried suddenly, pulling the other two into an alley with him. "There he goes! Isn't he cute?"
Gilbert and Francis dutifully looked. The youth to whom Antonio was referring was an irate Italian with light brown eyes and darker brown hair, with a funny little curl poking out at the top of his head. He was yelling at someone, waving his arms for emphasis; in one hand he held a tomato.
"Tonio, mon cher, 'e is razher adorable, oui, but . . . does 'e even remember you?"
"Ja, of course he does, remember? He's a psychic," Gilbert snorted, rolling his eyes. Antonio glared at him. He was beginning to regret letting that slip.
"Hush. I'm not here to reclaim him, not just yet," Antonio said, his r's rolling from his tongue in the typical Spanish fashion. "I'm checking on him. He's barely old enough to be married at fifteen or sixteen," he mused.
"You'd better go be awesome and snatch him up, zhen, before some vench saves you zhe trouble," Gilbert snickered as a attractive-looking Italian girl ran up and hugged Lovino's arm, looking entirely too smug about it. Lovino's face grew even redder and his scowl deepened, but he did nothing to remove her.
"Is he...engaged?" Antonio gasped, spotting the ring glinting on his finger.
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Sorry for short update; my uncle decided to visit and I didn't find out until this morning. But hooray, cliffhangers! xD