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(Note: italics = emphasis and bold = song)
"I ask amablemente but he refuses!" Growled Antonio to himself, pacing back and forth agitatedly. What does he expect me to do? ¿¡Suplicarle!" He snatched his magic mirror from a small table and glared into it.
"Show me Lovino."
The mirror's silver surface swan in and out of focus before settling on Lovino's bedroom.
"...think you should, like, give him a chance. He seems totally scary at first but you should…" Feliks' voice echoed in the darkened room. Lovino crossed his arms and glared at him. "Why the fuck should I? Did he give my brother or my nonno a chance?"
"….no, but once you get to know him…"
"I don't want to get to know him; I don't want anything to do with that bastard!"
Antonio put the mirror back down and held his face in his paws. "I'm just fooling myself; he'll never see me as anything… but a monster." He looked up and watched a petal fall from the carnation in horror.
"No!" He traced a paw along the glass dome in which the carnation was contained. "Wait, what was it they said? Impress him with your wit. Shower him with compliments. Act like a gentleman, act like a gentleman... Act like a gentle man!"
Scene Change
Jeanne peeked out from behind the curtain, searching for the source of the snoring that was echoing around the corridor. She danced up to the sleeping candlestick and began prodding him gently.
"Oh, Francis. Francis."
Francis shifted in his sleep and slowly opened his eyes. On seeing who it was, he jumped up and took her into his arms. "Ah Jeanne, ma petite Jeanne!" He began kissing her enthusiastically. He drew back and sneezed violently due to a feather getting up his nose. Jeanne drew away from his and gasped in horror.
"It's me, isn't it? You do not love me anymore! Oh this horrible, horrible spell!" She began sobbing then sneezed also.
Francis took her into his arms, a hurt expression on his face. "Ah cherie, you cut me to the wick! Do you think that a little thing like that would change my feelings for you?" A seductive smirk flashed across Francis' face. "Now you really tickle my fancy!"
Jeanne giggled flirtatiously. "Oh no!"
"Oh yes!"
"Oh no!"
"Oh yes!"
"Oh no, no, no! Francis, I have been burnt by you before!" She ran off, giggling. Francis chased after her, 'ohonhonhonhon' ing enthusiastically.
Scene Change
Lovino's stomach rumbled loudly, what he wouldn't have given for a tomato at that moment. He rubbed his stomach, trying to calm it, a frown marring his features.
"Lawl, you sound hungry. Want me to like call for Ciara? I can like sing for you while we wait if you like."
Feliks launched into a song which seemed to consist solely of the words "Oh, my God", "like" and "totally". Lovino cut him off quickly. "I think I'll just go myself."
Feliks stared at him. "But you heard the master. He's going to be like SO !"
Lovino smirked. "I know"
"O.M.G, you are such a rebel! I like you!"
Scene Change
"I like this boy. I like his style."
Arthur glanced at his sister. "Well if you ask me, Ciara, He's just being stubborn."
"Huh, you'd know."
Arthur ignored that. "I mean he did say please."
Ciara nodded. "I think that's the first time I ever heard him say that word."
Arthur thought for a moment. "I think you may be right."
Ciara beamed. "You see! He's already having a good influence on him."
They both turned to see Lovino wandering down the corridor.
"Oh, there you are, pet. Glad to see you out and about."
Arthur bowed slightly. "I am Arthur, head of the household."
"ARTHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR!"
Francis ran pell-mell towards Arthur, not even noticing Lovino.
"The boy! He is gone! I swear, my eyes never left the..." Francis turned slowly to see what Arthur was pointing at, after he had face-palmed.
"Enchanté, monsieur." Francis blew Lovino a kiss which he pointedly ignored.
"This is Francis. Pay as little attention to him as you can and you'll be fine. If you need anything, anything at all…"
Lovino bit his lip. "I'm kinda hungry."
"Except that."
"Arthur!" Ciara and Francis glared at him.
"Well you heard what the master said!"
Ciara scoffed. "Feck the master, I'm not going to let the poor child go hungry!"
Arthur sighed. "Fine, fine. Glass of water, crust of bread and…"
"Arthur! I am surprised at you!" said a horrified Francis. "He is not a prisoner, he is our guest. We must make him feel welcome here."
Arthur sighed again in defeat. "Alright then, dinner. But keep it down! If the master finds out, it'll be our necks."
Francis led Lovino into the dining room and said dismissively. "Of course, of course. But what is dinner without a little musique?"
"MUSIC!" Arthur stumbled out of the room, close to fainting.
Francis sat Lovino down at the head of the table and struck a dramatic pose.
"Mon cher garçon, it is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair as the dining room proudly presents - your dinner!"
Lovino blinked. 'What…the…actual…fuck…'
Francis jumped up onto the table and began dancing elegantly as dishes fill with food began filing in.
"Be our guest! Be our guest! Put our service to the test. Tie your napkin 'round your neck, mon cher, and we'll provide the rest. Soup du jour! Hot hors d'oeuvres!
Why, we only live to serve. Try the grey stuff!"
"It's delicious!" Chirped Peter, who had just wandered in.
"Don't believe me? Ask the dishes!
They can sing, they can dance
After all, this is France
And a dinner here is never second best
Go on, unfold your menu
Take a glance and then you'll
Be our guest
Oui, our guest
Be our guest!"
Empty dishes and other tableware emerged and began singing and dancing with Francis.
"Beef ragout
Cheese soufflé
Pie and pudding "en flambé"
We'll prepare and serve with flair
A culinary cabaret!
You're alone
And you're scared
But the banquet's all prepared
No one's gloomy or complaining
While the flatware's entertaining
We tell jokes! I do tricks
With my fellow candlesticks
And it's all in perfect taste
That you can bet
Come on and lift your glass
You've won your own free pass
To be out guest
If you're stressed
It's fine dining we suggest
Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest!"
Ladles, place settings and several tureens joined in the dance, which was growing steadily more intricate.
"Be our guest! Be our guest!
Get your worries off your chest
Let us say for your entree
We've an array; may we suggest:
Try the bread! Try the soup!
When the croutons loop de loop
It's a treat for any dinner
Don't believe me? Ask the china
Singing pork! Dancing veal!
What an entertaining meal!
How could anyone be gloomy and depressed?
We'll make you shout "encore!"
And send us out for more
So, be our guest!
Be our guest!
Be our guest!"
Francis began to do his own little solo step which the plates duly began to copy. After a while, Francis stepped to the side to let the plates take centre stage. Ciara, followed by her entourage of sups, milk jugs, sugar bowls and Peter, took Francis' place at the head of the table and began to sing her own piece.
"It's a guest! It's a guest!
Sakes alive, well I'll be blessed!
Wine's been poured and thank the Lord
I've had the napkins freshly pressed
With dessert, he'll want tea
And my dear that's fine with me"
She smiled at Lovino as the cups began dancing around her.
"While the cups do their soft-shoein'
I'll be bubbling, I'll be brewing
I'll get warm, piping hot..."
She caught sight of a smudged-looking Peter and glared at him.
"Heaven's sakes! Is that a spot?" She pushed him towards a napkin.
"Clean it up! We want the company impressed
We've got a lot to do!
Is it one lump or two?" She pushed a brimming cup of tea toward Lovino.
"For you, our guest!
He's our guest!
He's our guest!
He's our guest!
Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest!"
The lights suddenly dimmed and the dancers parted to reveal Francis with a stoplight trained on him. The whole atmosphere of the room seemed to change completely; it felt sadder and more restrained.
"Life is so unnerving
For a servant who's not serving
He's not whole without a soul to wait upon
Ah, those good old days when we were useful...
Suddenly those good old days are gone
Ten years we've been rusting
Needing so much more than dusting
Needing exercise."
Francis winked at Lovino. "A chance to use our skills!
Most days we just lay around the castle." Francis got right up into Lovino's face, smiling lewdly. "Flabby, fat and lazy, you walked in and..."
He turned to see a furious Jeanne surrounded by a gaggle of feather dusters glaring daggers at him. "Oops-a-daisy!"
He grabbed her and pulled her into a waltz which quickly morphed into a passionate tango. Francis brought a temporarily placated Jeanne to one side as napkins can-caned forward. Once she was sufficiently reassured, Francis leapt back into the dance for the big finale.
"Be our guest! Be our guest!
Our command is your request
It's been years since we've had anybody here
And we're obsessed
With your meal, with your ease
Yes, indeed, we aim to please
While the candlelight's still glowing
Let us help you, We'll keep going
Course by course, one by one
'Til you shout, "Enough! I'm done!"
Then we'll sing you off to sleep as you digest
Tonight you'll prop your feet up
But for now, let's eat up
Be our guest!
Be our guest!
Be our guest!
Please, be our guest!"
Lovino sat back, slightly stunned. "Wow..." he breathed. He'd never had a dinner like this before.
"Good show everyone, good show, good show." Arthur ran in, praising everyone with a false smile while trying to shepherd them all out quickly. He looked down at himself. "Good Lord, look at the time. Off to bed!" He went to leave the room.
Lovino rose from his seat. "No way am I going to bed now. It's my first time in a fucking enchanted castle."
Both Francis and Arthur froze. Francis began to creep away in the opposite direction. Arthur laughed dismissively. "Enchanted? Who said anything about the castle being enchanted? It was you, wasn't it?" He glared at Francis who was frozen mid-creep.
"I figured it out myself, actually. I wanna have a look around"
"Perhaps monsieur would like a tour?" Offered Francis, waggling his eyebrows.
Arthur grabbed Francis by the arm and hauled him over to the side. "Francis, I'm not sure that's a good idea. We don't want you-know-who wandering around you-know-where, if you know what I mean."
Lovino put on his sweetest and most persuasive voice and said to Arthur, "Maybe you could show me. I'm sure you know everything there is to know about the castle."
Arthur swelled with pride. "Actually, I do. May I draw your attention to our hand –painted ceiling complete with cherubs frolicking in delight amongst the nymphs and centaurs..."
A/n : amablemente = nicely
¿¡Suplicar! = Beg!
Thanks so much for all the birthday wishes, they really made me happy :) and I like being happy.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed and review!
Ja!
-Animerockchic
