Chapter 4: The Werewolf and Nymphs

The next morning, after a fitful sleep, Antonio woke up to hear his Italian roommate, screaming at the top of his voice about something or other. Antonio stretched and climbed out of bed and hurried into the bath room.

"What's wrong, Lovi~?" he asked, cheerily.

Lovino jumped. "Chigi!" He turned sharply on the Spaniard. "Don't do that, you Spanish bastard! You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

"Sorry, Lovi. So, what's the hub-bub?"

Lovino growled. "Don't call me that! It's Lovino, not Lovi."

"Lo siento, Lovino. So, what's wrong?"

"The damn water keeps stopping and starting for some reason."

Antonio blinked for a moment and then something clicked in his head. "Oh, I think I know what the problem is. Hold on."

The brown haired Spaniard left the bathroom and out of the bedroom, he walked down a flight of stairs and knocked on a door. A few seconds later, the door opened to a naked Francis, who was drying his hair.

"Oh, Antonie, what's brought you 'ere?"

"Beg pardon, amigo. But could you stop using your water abilities on the shower—"

"FRANCIS!" the angry voice of Arthur yelled. "WILL YOU PLEASE KNOCK IT OFF?"

"And give everyone their water back?" Antonio finished, miserably.

Franics pouted. "But Antonie, I can't!" the French siren moaned.

"Why not?"

"Because I 'ave Mathieu in ze bathroom and...I want a little peak."

Antoino sighed. "Francis, peek at Matthew on your own time but not in the morning when we all want to get ready!"

"Oh, Antonio, you spoil my fun." Francis whined.

The blonde closed his eyes and after a moment or two, he reopened them again.

"Zere! All done!"

"Gracias! Oh, by the way, how many times did you peek on Matthew when he was changing last night?"

"I 'ave no idea what you're talking about, mon ami?" Francis said, defensively, although his cheeks, which were pink, gave the game away.

"Oh, come on, mi amigo. I saw you scratching the nekotama's ears."

Francis blushed red. "Oui~. Well, you wouldn't stop cuddling zat Lovino nymph, when he pleaded you to."

Now, it was Antonio's turn to blush. Behind him, he could hear footsteps and he turned to see Gilbert, looking a little dishevelled and with a big goofy grin on his face. He stopped and smiled at them.

"Morning, guys. Did you get any last night?" he giggled.

Antonio rolled his eyes.

"Oh, stop bragging, Gil." Francis groaned.

"Ummm, Francis?" said a timid voice from inside the room. "The waters gone weird, can you come and fix it?"

Francis turned round. "Ah, coming, mon cher."

"'Coming, mon cher'." mimicked Gilbert.

Francis scowled and slammed the door in their faces. Gilbert's grin vanished and he looked at Antonio in disbelief.

"What's got his panties in a twist?" he asked.

Antonio sighed at his friend's stupidity. Out of the three of them, Francis was the sensitive one and emotional one. Antonio was also sensitive but not as much as Francis, where as Gilbert was a little tough nut but when it came to Fritz, Gilbert's sensitive side had seemed to blossom last year since they started dating. 'Courting', as Fritz liked to call it and he had often made Gilbert melt into goo by a few words or a simple caress.

"Well," Antonio said, turning from the door and starting to walk away. "I better get back to Lovi and tell him the water's okay."

In Feliciano and Ludwig's room, Ludwig's eyes fluttered open to some sort of commotion going on outside. He looked at the door, hearing Arthur yelling at the top of his voice and hearing some other voices. Ludwig sighed. Even though, it was early in the morning, he would never get a decent sleep with these idiots around. He yawned, his ears twitching and his tail wagging against something soft, that was 'veeing' softly. He turned round and saw Feliciano tucked up in this bed, sleeping like a baby. Ludwig growled and poked the nymph, sharply.

"Hey!" he barked.

Feliciano jumped and fell out of bed with a loud thud! The nymph yelped and rubbed his head as his curl sprang into a wonky line. Feliciano looked up at the snarling werewolf and coward.

"S-sorry, Luddy. But it was so cold last night. I wanted to ask you but you looked so cute asleep and I didn't want to wake you. So...I climbed in and..."

A dark blush appeared on Feliciano's cheeks and he looked away. The snarl on Ludwig's face vanished and he looked, sympathetically at the nymph.

"Feli." The German sighed. "Feliciano, look at me."

The Italian sniffed and looked up at the werewolf. Ludwig smiled and crawled out of bed and sat down by Feliciano.

"Don't worry, Feli. I'm not mad at you, so stop crying. I vouldn't have minded."

Feliciano smiled shyly and hugged him. Ludwig, who had not been expecting this, awkwardly patted his head and rubbed his back with the other.

Lovino spun round and saw his brother, skipping along side of the damn werewolf bastard. The older nymph growled and stomped over to them as Antonio called out to him. The two soon caught sight of the scowling nymph and Feliciano smiled.

"Good morning, fratello!" Feliciano called and leaped to hug his brother, But Lovino shoved him out of the way and growled at the taller teen.

"Now, listen, you wolf snarling prink!" Lovino snarled. "You stay away from my fratello and stay with your own kind."

Ludwig raised an eyebrow at the nymph and looked at Feliciano, who looked a little unnerved. "If your bruder vishes me to be to be friends viz him, zen it is up to him not you. He's old enough to make his own decisions."

Lovino scoffed at this. "No, he doesn't. Sometimes he can't even change a plug without getting all flustered. Now, leave him alone." He turned back to his brother. "Come on, Feliciano."

Feliciano seemed to be in two minds. He looked between his brother and his new friend. Then he hurried over to the werewolf and shook his head. Lovino stared at his brother in shock.

"Feliciano, you're coming with me. Now, come on."

Feliciano, however, shook his head again and hid, timidly, behind the blonde. Lovino snarled and finally having enough stormed back to sit back down next to Antonio at the table. he simmered in his seat as he watched Antonio and Alfred play 'Angry Birds' on their phones. He looked round to his brother, sitting with the werewolf as they chatted with Francis and Matthew. Something in Lovino was making his heat swell and he tried to keep it down but it just wouldn't budge.

Lovino was, and had always been, a little jealous of his younger brother. Everybody seemed to get along with him and first sight but with Lovino, it was a different matter all together. But he partly blamed himself because of his attitude. His papa's boyfriend, Diedrich, had joked that he took after his mama all together. Lovino had often wondered that and had tried to get his papa to confirm this, but he just changed the topic. On top of this, he knew his papa loved them both equally, but he had always preferred Feliciano more. True, Lovino may be jealous of his younger brother for this but...he couldn't help but be protective or him like he had been before. Lovino never had many friends but since arriving at the academy, things changed.

And then there was Antoino. The Spaniard seemed to like him despite his horrible attitude to him. He didn't seem to cower or be upset much by his harsh words. He didn't know what the Spaniard liked about Lovino, but the Italian surely had something.

He looked at the shape-shifter as he and Alfred cheered their triumph. Antonio looked over at Lovino beaming.

"Lovino? Do you want to have a go?" he asked.

Lovino shook his head and snuggled own into the couch.

Arthur winced as he pulled a feather from his wings and grimaced. It was bent and nearly close to snapping in two. He placed the feather in the box with the rest of his feathers that were in similar condition and he soon closed the box. Arthur lay back on his bed, on his stomach, and let his wings flutter.

He sighed and closed his eyes, listening to the music. It soothed his nerves and calmed him down on a stressful day. Something in Arthur was telling him that it was going to be a very stressful day. But he wasn't sure how or why. The room door opened – or rather banged open – and revealed Alfred, who grinning.

"Hey, Artie! What you doing in here for?"

"I was relaxing until you barged in." And it looked as though his stressful day was about to start.

"Hahahaha! Sorry, dude." He then began to look round.

"What you looking for?" Arthur asked, sitting up on the bed and watching the vampire look around the room carefully.

"Trying to remember where I left my bag last night."

"Where did you last put it?" Arthur sighed.

"Not sure." He then walked over to his bed and looked around the sides of the bed but not too much success. Alfred cracked his fingers, bent down by his bed and seemed to reach for something under his bed...and did possibly the unimaginable. The vampire lifted the bed up with one hand. He raised the bed above his head, let out a soft exclaim as he found his bag, took it and dropped the bed softly.

Arthur stared at the vampire, aghast. For spending so many years in Heaven until he arrived at the school, he had never seen the power of a vampire before. Angels never bothered with the blood lusting creatures or get involved with them. The angel had read about the abilities that vampires had, such as their uncontrollable thirst for blood, their speed and gracefulness and also for their strength. But never had he witness a vampire's strength until now.

"You all right, Artie?" Alfred asked, shrugging his bag onto his shoulder.

"Yes, I'm fine...and don't call me that." The angel said, getting up off his head and straightening his toga. He threw on his sandals and tied them up, then threw on his brown satchel and left the room with the American.

As they walked down the stairs to head to breakfast, Alfred broke the silence between them.

"Hey, Arthur, I've been wondering." He said. "Why did you decide to come to the Academy? Surely, Heaven would be able to teach you all this stuff?"

Arthur froze on the stairs. Alfred didn't know until he was a few steps between them, he spun round and looked up at Arthur. The angel could feel his body shaking.

"I'm sorry, Alfred. But it's a personal matter. I don't want to talk about it."

"Why?"

Arthur scowled at him. "Like I said, it's personal."

"Oh, right...well, forget I mentioned it." he said, waving it off.

Arthur nodded and they continued walking down the stairs and along to the west wing of the Academy until they got to class and caught up with the rest.

A/N:

Hello, I'm back with a new chapter. This took so long to write. Didn't think I'd get it finished in time. The next chapter will contain a little time skip of three weeks and romance begins to blossom.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Reviews are love :)

Translations:

Lo siento – I'm sorry

Gracias – Thank you