Jesus christ, HURRAY! I didn't think that I could make it on time this time..! I had a case of writer's blok at the beginning of this chapter, but I managed to pull through! Enjoy the slight gore and action~

Antonio sat behind some bushes, looking at the guards that passed his hiding place. Not that he had a dark criminal past so he needed to look out. No no, he problem was not to come here, the problem was how to enter the castle without causing a ruckus. After looking around he saw a cheery small man with a strange curl bouncing on the side of his head. Luckily enough he was alone, coming his direction to pass by him. Antonio walked up to him as carefully as he could, trying his best not to rustle with the leaves. "Hello my good man. I have a issue with directions." The small man smiled and said: "tell me about it, and maybe I can help." "I was told by my friend, Francis Bonnefoy, to visit him. Do you know where I can find him?" "Hmm.. Bonnefoy? Oh yes! He is working at the castle for the time being. If you want to, I can take you!" Antonio grabbed his hands and squeezed them gently before he gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek. The half bold action made the smaller male giggle with amusement. "Thank you so much for helping me out, you are such a nice young man!''

They walked up the long stone road to the castle. Halfway on the way they heard shouts from the watch tower laying ahead. ''Fratello! Who is that?'' A man looking identical to the helpful knight shouted. He wore green clothes, most likely to camouflage him as he take that bow hanging on his back and shoot you in the belly. ''Don't worry Lovino, I'm only taking him to knight Bonnefoy.'' The man called Lovino had a fit like a vulcano coming from inside. ''Oh no you won't! Feliciano, I will take your place, so take my bow and do my job! If that pervert came to just look at you, then I would-'' He shook his head in mock frustration and handed his sibling his bow and arrows. ''But how in the world am I supposed to use this?'' Feliciano cried. Lovino snorted and said: ''When you see suspicious people, just aim and hit the bull's eye.'' He shyly pointed to his butt. ''I get it now fratello! Ve~'' Feliciano made a salute of understanding. Antonio had to hold in his laughter, they was the most silly twins he had come over. He failed as he began to giggle silently. Lovino raised an eyebrow. ''What was that, you fucker? That is not funny!'' The ranger punched Atonio as hard as he could in the shoulder, but sadly enough he wasn't the strongest.

Lovino and Antonio entered the big and pompous castle. He gestured to Antonio to follow and led him to the waiting room. ''Stay here. I'll tell Francis of your arrival.'' He waited for five long minutes, but in the end he could make out a mop of curly hair come inside his line of vision. ''My old friend!'' Francis cried in excitement and ran to him and showered him with kisses. ''Pray tell, where are you hiding Gilbert?'' Antonio laughed nervously. ''Um you see...'' Antonio told the whole story, and in the end Francs was patting him on the shoulder and crying tears of pity and pure understanding. "Poor man, he is forgiven!" Francis cried out dramatically. The Frenchman took Antonio's hand in his and led him on to his chamber. They may looked like children, but deep to the core they was anything but a murder and his good friend.

*Inside Francis's chamber!*

"Listen up, Antonio. We are going to injury the upcoming king, badly. Can I trust you to do the dirty work?" Francis spoke. Antonio nodded dumbly, not willing to disappoint his best friend. "Good. This late evening is the perfect time to strike. Sneak into prince Alfred's chamber and take him by surprise! But remember, in the end he shall be left alive. It would form a disaster if he suddenly died. And to top it, suspicious." The tomato lover shuddered at his buddy's words. Never before had he seen him so cold. 'Playing with fire for love, huh?' Antonio smiled gently to himself.

Antonio sat silently inside prince Alfred's chamber. A bit of adrenaline pumped inside his veins. 'I was told by Francis to wait here for the target, but it's time to sleep.. I need to sleep!' He collapsed on the big bed with a sigh. He pulled the nice and fluffy covers around himself and smiled in bliss. 'Nothing is better than sleeping, eating tomatoes and flirting!'

Alfred walked slowly in the blue painted corridor, the exact same sky blue as his eyes. He was super tired, Ivan had given him 'the talk' after he had shouted a very childly comment on the meeting they had with the king. 'God! that was humiliating. I can't understand how the Russian have more experience than me? How uncool. Is he secretly molesting the other servants? If that's the case, I swear to pay him back in amounts! Whahaha, you should look out in the near future, Ivan..!' Even if Alfred's brain worked pretty well right now, he just wanted to sleep the rest of the late evening away.

The prince took the key from his tight trousers and put it in the keyhole and opened the door. Once inside, he sighed and peeled off his uniform jacket and tight trousers. It felt like having coming to heaven to take his clothes off, a nice feeling indeed. Alfred laid down in the huge bed closed his eyes. He heard another figure breath heavily beside him. 'Arthur, it that you?' He really hoped that it was him. Alfred snaked his arms around the other person's torso. 'No boobs,' his fingers felt carefully. The prince kissed the top of his head, making the person he thought was Arthur stir. Led by desire, he leant in to capture a set of lips. The other person's hands thugged s sleepily at his hair, not knowing if he wanted him to come closer or not. Before Antonio knew it, he was kissing the man he was told to hurt. But damn it all, even though he was in a pretty difficult situation right now he had to carry out his given quest. Antonio freed his fingers from the sunny blond hair. He seated himself on the target's torso and placed his hands around Alfred's neck. The sudden contact of fingers around his neck made Alfred worried, he didn't like people touching his neck. He slowly opened his eyes, dark green orbs met his sky blue eyes. At first he thought this was a nightmare, but the pain stated that in fact, this is happening. This is real. ''Arthur.. stop!'' He choked. The sad thing is that he most possible not see the real Arthur Kirkland before he may leave the castle.

Arthur sat in his cell and waited for the sun to peek up over the top of the hills. Sometimes his mind wandered back to memories he shared with the nice lady living in the cabin in the forest, Elizabeta. 'I wonder if she is alright, she helped me after all'. After a while he could hear someone singing a lullaby in a foreign language. It sounded a bit like Ivan, and he was doomed to hear the voice come closer.

Ivan walked straight into the room containing all the cells, and Arthur. ''Why hello there ...Arthur. It is very nice to see you. I was bored.'' he took a pair of once again, stolen keys, and unlocked the door to the cell. ''What do you think you are doing?'' Ivan didn't reply. He locked the door from the inside and eyed Arthur with hunger in his eyes. His violet eyes shined brightly in the dark cell. "I came to play a game. You will play right? You will play." It was not a question, it was a fact. Arthur pressed his eyes together and shook his head violently A big hand placed itself heavily on his head. Ivan's warm breath hit his face. It tingled of alcohol, a pretty strong type he could not name. "You and I shall play a game I like very much. I'll remove a organ from your body and you will guess what I took. It you guess right, you can have it back!" Ivan said in glee. 'Oh god!' He had the Russian a bit closer than he wanted to. "You are sick." Arthur spat. "But so are you. You murdered people." Ivan laughed bitterly. He forgot the conversation they had and laid left hand on the Englishman's face, fingers curled around his right eye. "Wait, Ivan! Stop!" Arthur screamed while trying to wriggle out of his death grip on his face. Ivan growled in irritation and slid his knee between his victim's spread legs. Now he could feel everything if he wanted to move so damn much. "Stop it, Ivan! I beg of you! Please!" "No can do!" The madman giggled before he pulled out a rusty butter knife out of his pocket and set it to the edge of his eye. His face was not amused but concentrated, eyeing with love his soon-to-be next victim of creative art.

"HELP! ANYONE, HELP!" Arthur shouted in despair. Ivan rose from the floor and kicked him in the ribcage to shut his pleading up. Arthur screamed in pain. He really hoped someone would hear him from outside this room. Bones were breaking, making Ivan grin widely with bloodlust. A happy image of the prince running in a field of flowers passed his mind, lively laughter came from his mouth. "Alfred.." Soon all flowers rotted and Alfred became nothing more than a ruined skeleton. Tears came to Arthur's eyes. Ivan lowered himself to Arthur's level and grabbed his hair harshly. "Scream as much as you want, I got guards covering the doors." The mad man hissed before he quickly stabbed Arthurs right eye.

Arthur could no longer see anything from his right eye. Ivan had most likely made him blind on one of his eyes. "Hnnn!" Arthur bit his lower lips til it started to bleed and panted heavily. Ivan clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Scream, scream for me, Arthur~" He pulled the rusty butter knife out of the optic nerve and put it back into his pocket. Was it over? Arthur hoped so. "Now to the organ removing.." The russian whispered darkly with cruelty deep in his voice.

Oi mai fried chicken nuggets! What kind of fate is laying ahead for the good and bad? I hope for more gore.. Many chapters back in time I realized that this story contained more than one traitor, so should I change it to 'The kingdom's Traitors', instead of traitor? please review and tell me if you sense some serious violence ahead. *v*
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