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"Oh, fratello! It is so good to seeeee you! I thought I was going to be all alooooone here!" Shrieked the happy Italian, planting kisses on both Luciano's cheeks and acting like a child discovering a long lost friend at summer camp.
"Why the fuck are you here?" Luciano asked, through clenched teeth.
Flavio huffed. "Everybody in that police station made such a big deal out of it! They acted like drugging my adorable little doll Andres and dressing him up was such an important matter! Something about 'watching me for a while' and they diagnosed me with some kind of mental illness I can't remember." He rolled his eyes. "Apparently I'm 'dangerous' or something."
"Can't imagine why." Luciano scowled. Flavi had moved on since then and was now smothering Oliver in an over enthusiastic hug.
"Ollie! Oh, you're here too! Fantastic!"
"Good to see you here, Flavio." Oliver smiled warmly up at the bubbly man, who squealed and pressed his cheek to Oliver's.
"Oh, we're going to have so much fun together!"
Oliver smiled weakly in return. "Y-Yay..." Flavio gave him one final kiss and pulled himself away, fixing his attention on the other italian, who swore and relented to the blonde's gaze.
"Goodness, fratello, you're simply wasting away. Do they not give you enough to eat here? And those pajamas, oh my god, pastel blue is not your color." Flavio made a clucking noise with his tongue. "Thank god they didn't make me wear that, I could have died!" He placed both palms steadily on Luciano's shoulders. "Mm, at least they keep you clean here." He fingered one of Luciano's split ends before having his hand slapped away.
"D-don't touch me, idiota! Your hands are dangerous!" Luciano's face flushed and he pushed away from his brother. Flavio just chuckled and pecked him on the top of the head again.
"Well, now that we're all together again, this is going to be a real party!"
"Whoop-de-fucking-woo." Luciano grumbled. Oliver just whispered something about needing to check on Allen and dashed off. With nobody else in the room, Flavio started making his way over to Luciano, still smiling amiably. With one strong arm, Flavio pulled Luciano to his chest, cheek to cheek.
"Well, fratello of mine, now we're alone, aren't we?" Flavio murmured into Luciano's ear.
"Go away, play with a pillow or something." Luciano tried to pull away, but Flavio just clutched him tighter.
"Do you really not have any thought to the consequence of your actions?" Flavio purred, stroking one gloved finger down the other side of Luciano's cheek.
"I don't want to talk about that day. Did you want me to die?" Luciano hissed back, uncomfortable with such close contact.
"Mm, but you could have at least tried to defend me, instead of running away like a cowardly kitten." The blonde fingered with the other's curl, causing him to shudder. This caused a small chuckle.
"But that's really all you are, aren't you? A small, cowardly kitty testing out his claws on his owner's designer curtains." Luciano didn't like where this was going, "But what happens when the owner finds out?" The brunette felt sharp claws digging into his shoulder blades. "The small troublemaker must be punished, si?" The pressure increased, and Luciano let out a small squeal before elbowing him in the stomach. "You belong to me, piccolo fratello." Flavio hissed, massaging his stomach. Luciano stomped back to the dorms, Flavio calling after him.
"It was nice to talk to you again, fratello!" Luciano turned around to see his brother fingering with his scarf, smirking.
"I can't wait to spend the next couple of years together! It's going to be so fuuuuun!"
Oliver appeared next to him, smiling. "Well, he seems okay."
"You have no idea." Luciano seethed.
...
Luciano later found out that Flavio was to be one of the first to undergo therapy via recreational activity. After being given a list, Flavio had picked (of fucking course) fashion design. Every day, he would sit in the corner, staring at Luciano and Oliver, as well as Ruslan and Allen, sketching with his colored pencils and giggling like a maniac. When they were given the list of activities, Luciano had settled for Still Life drawing, while Oliver had at first chosen baking. The next day, he was back in a straightjacket, smile wider than Luciano had ever seen it. He later discovered that Oliver was to make an almond sponge cake, but he had (somehow, don't ask me) extracted the cyanide compound contained in the almonds to make the cake fatal. Oliver was not allowed back in the kitchen anymore.
...
Roderich tossed and turned in his sleep that night, muttering to himself.
"N-no, Elizaveta, please! I didn't...I didn't know what I was doing! I had blacked out, that wasn't me! Please, please, forgive me!"
Elizaveta grins at the small helpless man on the ground, chasing him with the iron heel of her boot.
"Run, little mouse, run!" The woman coos, as she kicks up more dirt with her boot. The man coughs, the dust getting into his eyes and lungs. It burns him, making him splutter, burning like acid down his throat. It corrodes the skin there, damaging his esophagus. He tries to speak, but all that comes out is a croak.
"Not fast enough, I see, my little Roddy." The woman leans down, her smiling face twisted, the flesh warped and her smile blown out of proportion. She leans down, as if to pat him on the head, but instead she smacks him across the face, leaving a red mark shaped like her hand.
"How cute! You're shaking like a leaf!" She picks him up by the shoulders, her fingers digging into his armpits. Setting him down, she kisses him gently on the nose. The spot where the kiss was placed grows warm, and Roderich sighs contentedly. But the warm feeling grows hotter and hotter, burning and smoldering as flames lick across his scalp and play over his boots. He wails as the flames consume him, the imprint of her smile burning into a smoky afterimage.
Roderich sat up, panting and shivering. Looking out the window, he saw the sun was just beginning to rise. Running a hand through his hair, he slid back down into the sheets, his head hitting the pillow with a soft fwoosh.
Nightmares. The first time in months.
...
Arthur, to the contrary, sighed in his sleep, remembering his favorite memory of the beautiful blonde man.
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Ivan yawned as he woke to the sun in his face, the sunbeams playing over his cheeks and bringing out the platinum shine in his hair. Yawning, he slid out of bed and began to get changed into the standard orange uniform. It had to be custom made, seeing as they didn't stock uniforms big enough for the Russian.
"Good morning, comrade Arthur!" He called cheerily to the next cell over. In response, a groan.
"Oh, is comrade Arthur not a morning person?"
"Mmhmm. You bloody woke me up. Now I'm not going to be able to go back to sleep." He heard the British gentleman grumble. Ivan just ignored this statement and chirped, "Well, I heard that today we get a special treat, for being good little boys and girls, da?" "Really? What?" "Coffee!" "Coffee? Bloody hell, we must have been really good!" Ivan heard a thump from the next cell over, and assumed that Arthur was now out of bed.
"Is there any reason for you two waking us up five minutes earlier than usual?" An accented voice commented from a few cells down.
"Oh, is Ludwig not a fan of coffee?" Ivan wondered.
"Coffee? Okay, who bribed the cook?" There were a few more thumps, and soon the whole cell block was getting dressed and waiting for the guards to come take them to breakfast.
"I still think one of you bribed the cook."
...
Ivan accepted the steaming mug with an amiable smile and took the bland cereal and orange chemical water they were offered before sitting down at the nearest table. Ludwig was already there, sipping from his lemon yellow cup with gusto.
"Don't just gulp it down, this is our last source of caffeine for three months!" Arthur cried, who was slowly savoring the treat. He took another gulp before frowning. "God, this muck is vile. They could at least get some decent tea."
It was true. The coffee was greyish brown, foamy, and it tasted bitter, like some sort of plant root had been ground up and mixed with mud. But it was coffee, and they would take any they could get at the moment.
Ivan sipped at the brew, regretting the fact that he didn't have any of his favorite treat to make it taste better. He glanced at Matthew, who was clearly thinking the same.
"This would be so much better with maple." Matthew finally voiced, looking sadly at his cup. Ivan looked at his own with longing.
"Da, this stuff is rather gross."
"Hello, chaps, Ludwig, Antonio, Ivan, Roderich, Arthur, and... Morgan?" A chirpy voice interrupted. Matthew sighed.
"...It's Matthew."
"Right, Matthew, my mistake." Oliver grinned, sliding next to the boy and placing a small packet in his palm. Matthew looked at in disbelief.
"M-maple syrup?"
Oliver shrugged. "For such control freaks, they always forget to lock the staffroom."
Matthew pulled the packet open and poured the goopy liquid into his cup, smiling at Oliver with gratefulness embodied in every fiber of his being.
"T-thank you."
"Eh, no problem." Oliver smiled at the boy, who now accepted the coffee with no afterthought.
"Mm, just warning you guys, we had a new inmate come in yesterday, and he's... quite interesting." Oliver warned, gesturing to Luciano. The brunette was shaking slightly, hugging his arms and rocking back and forth in small movements.
"What's his name?" Ivan asked the blonde.
"Um, Flavio...Vargas. Yes, Flavio Vargas." Oliver tapped his chin with a long forefinger. "He's almost always busy designing clothing and sketching, since he used to be a very famous fashion designer, but I persuaded him to come out and meet you all."
"Good, it is always nice to make new friends." Ivan said cheerily. "Oh, Luciano, are you okay?"
"No. Don't let him near me."
"Too late!" Oliver pointed to the doors across the cafeteria, which were slowly swinging open.
A blonde man wearing a designer white suit and a long pink scarf strode into the room, an aura of confidence and security bubbling around him and making the air fizz with excitement. His blonde hair moved with every step he took, and the light glinted off of his pink sunglasses. He sat down next to Luciano, whipped off his sunglasses, and flashed a beaming smile at the other inmates.
"Ciao! I suppose you all are Luciano's friends? I'm Flavio, Luciano's fratello. It's so lovely to meet you!"
Ivan was taken aback at the cheerfulness the man emanated. He sparkled, the light bouncing off of his gleaming white boots and teeth and blinding them all.
"Hello, Flavio, I'm Ivan, this is Arthur, Roderich, Ludwig, Matthew, Antonio, and Tino."
"Good morning."
"Hello."
"Mmhmm. Guten morgen."
"H-hi."
"Buenos dias!"
"H-h-h-hello."
"Oh, Tino, your english is getting better!" Ivan smiled, and pulled the Finnish boy close for a hug, feeling the warm, slight frame of the boy pressed against his own bulky frame.
"T-t-t-thank you." Tino looked up at the Russian, eyes bright. He was adjusting nicely, and Ivan was pleased to see he didn't cry anymore.
"It's so nice to see that my little Luci is making friends! He only really had two before, a nice boy named Lutz, and a not-so-nice boy named Kuro. They're both dead now, of course, my little Luci has such a temper!" Flavio pulled Luci in for a cuddle, secretly scraping his sharpened nails down the side of Luciano's neck. Luci gritted his teeth and tried to ignore it.
"Yes, I am making lots of new friends here, it's really nice." Arthur replied, "I'm not the most social bloke out of prison, so when I have the chance to make new friends, I'm not going to pass it up."
Ludwig didn't like the look of this man, so he didn't say anything. Matthew just slunk down in his seat and tried his hardest not to be noticed, for once. Tino just buried his face in Russia's coat to avoid the gaze of the blonde.
"Well, it's been fun, but we have to head back to the psych ward for our therapy sessions, right, Flavio?" Luciano hissed, and pushed the blonde man away. Flavio pouted but slid out of his chair. He waved to the others before he left, smiling. "I can't wait to hang out with you tomorrow! We're going to play cards, right?"
"Ja, see you then." Roderich said, smiling with his teeth clenched. "Can't wait."
Flavio smiled, grabbed Oliver's arm, and slunk away.
...
"Mmm, those people were gorgeous, especially, hmm, what were their names, Arthur and Roderich?" Flavio wetted his lips slightly. "I wonder if they have fabric here... if not, I bet I can pull some strings, I have connections here... Yes, I think they'll work very nicely, don't you agree?"