"Burn in hell!"
"Insensitive jerk!"
"Pay for what you've done!"
"Die"
"I'll kill him for you!"
"Down with the sinner!"
An angry mob had formed around the gallows shouting threats and hateful words through the pouring rain. The hanging had begun and the criminal for it was bound by the hands, shackles at his feet, and head covered by a potato sack. His vision of seeing was very limited and only the ground could guide him with the hangman dragging him along. He could feel the angry glares and hear the lethal threats from the villagers, but who could blame them? They were upset and angry that this man had killed their beloved prince. All for what though? Out of jealously? The man was foolish and should be facing his fate. The unfortunate man was forced up the steps and was thrown down to his knees as his head cover was ripped off. The crowd went silent and gasped at the sight in front of him. This man was merely a boy! This caused another uproar, but the boy only glanced out at the crowd like he had accepted his fate. The foul beast! Doesn't he have any guilt? Shame? No of course not he was a murderer!
"Lovino Vargas!" the guard boomed silencing everyone else. The man looked around very slowly before continuing "are you guilty and responsible for the murder of Prince Antonio Fernandez Carriedo?"
There was a long pause, before Lovino spoke, "guilty? No. Responsible, yes" the crowd was once again filled with uproar and this time the hanger banged his axe three times before silencing everyone once again.
"So then you admit it then?" the hangman continued. Lovino looked up and smirked as the man's head was also covered only revealing icy blue eyes.
Lovino look at the crowd!
Lovino slowly turned and spotted someone in the crowd he would never mistaken. What was the idiot doing here!
"Feliciano"
His eyes widened seeing his brother at the end of crowd. Feliciano's eyes were wide with disbelief and tears were making their way down his face. His gaze met Lovino's and then they quickly shifted to the hangman, before turning away and running from the sight. "Feliciano!" Lovino cried, but he knew he couldn't hear him. Some people had turned around to see on whom he was referring to, but Feliciano was long gone. Lovino closed his eyes as the hangman tilted his head up and he was met face to face with a rope.
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No he just couldn't! Seeing his brother like that! Meeting death right in the face! He just couldn't and to make matters even worse his brother had looked him directly in the eye! Oh god he couldn't go through this! He just wanted to run up there and beg them for forgiveness to spare his brother's life. Anything. 'Please don't kill him! He's the only family I have left!' No he shouldn't think of such things. Feliciano had a job to do, he didn't want to disappoint Ludwig. With a broken heart Feliciano made a rush dash into the castle's carriage storage. Many things played in his head what if he didn't make it on time? What if Gilbert wasn't there with the prince? Oh god what would happen if they were all caught! All of these thoughts sent Feliciano's head whirling.
He looked around, there were so many carriages! Which one should he choose? The sound of a heavy metal door opening snapped Feliciano out of his train of thoughts, as two new voices filled the room. In a panic Feliciano made a quick turn into the nearest carriage throwing himself in, before covering his mouth, trying desperately not to let out a sound of noise. That was until the door was flung open revealing the three men before him.
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The rope was slowly...slowly put around his neck. Was this guy really teasing him? The hangman looked around, at the impatient crowd, at Lovino, and then back at the crowd. If Lovino listened closely he could of had sworn that the hangman had sighed frustrated. Once the rope was set in place. The mysterious man had walked over and pick up an axe raising confusion among the anxious crowd, Wasn't he suppose to pull the lever not cut it? A few whispers could be heard as people voiced their confusions. Was he going to be beheaded? Then what was the rope for?
Slowly the axe was raised over his head, held high, the gleaming blade hungry for fresh blood. Lovino sighed disappointed.
A man had do die for his sins.
CA-CHING!
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"I'm so tried" whined a sickly prince. His movements were sluggish and his breathing was ragged.
"Hang in there Antonio we're almost there" His albino friend consoled. He reached behind him and helped his friend pick up his feet. The two friends were dashing down the hall...well almost, and were heading where the carriages were held. They knew where to go after they fled from the kingdom, "where is Francis?"
Gilbert let out a low growl "he works for Roderich now, that damn pansy taking him over, doesn't he know not to spilt the awesome trio?"
"Qué? Why?"
Gilbert shook his head. Was there even a point as to explaining the situation anymore? Even if Gilbert bothered to explain the looong explanation they would be here all day and besides luck and time just wasn't on their side right now. "Everything will be explained later ok",
and apparently that didn't go so well with the prince. "No I won't move until you explain everything right now" Antonio had stopped and stubbornly crossed his arms. "Oh!, come on Antonio your not going to make me do this are you!" Gilbert asked with disbelief. He waited and saw that the prince was not budging and let out a laugh "then you leave me no choice" he stride over and flipped the prince over his shoulder and carried him off down the hall, who was surprisingly very light.
"Gilbert put me down! Don't try and avoid it you wi-" he gasped and for a second there Gilbert had thought he had hurt him, but remembered, he knew what the prince was looking at. "Don't look it will only hurt you more"
"Lovino!" he tried shouting, "they are going to behead him! Gilbert why are they doing this to him! Stop them at once!"
Gilbert shook his head, "stop moving don't worry, I know now let's hurry up before we run out of time"
Antonio swayed, all of a sudden his body felt very sick and it felt like his body was fighting off some type of virus. He didn't know if he could even keep up anymore. His head was reeling and his world was spinning. Oh, god what was happening to him? Antonio slowly gazed up and was beginning to see doubles and he was sooo thirsty! "Gilbert no puedo" he whispered before throwing himself off of Gilbert, and spilling his stomach's contents all over the floor.
Gilbert who had lost his balance when Antonio had suddenly jumped off, stopped, watching in horror, "that's sick man" he said with disgust. Antonio had puked all over the floor and just laid there beside it. "No let's go" Gilbert commanded and lifted the sick man up. But the man's body went limp. "Antonio?" Gilbert blinked in horror, "Antonio! Don't you die on me! You hear?" he shook the man only to have Antonio's head flop back unresponsive. "Shit"
Clack, clack, clack.
Shit ! Someone was heading their way. "Antonio!" Gilbert whispered harshly, "wake up"
Clack, clack, clack.
Damn!
Gilbert picked up Antonio and threw one arm over his shoulder. Dragging the limp man down the hall as quickly as possible. Ah! There it was the way down to the basement If only he could move a little faster then maybe...
"Gilbert?"
Fuck he was caught! One hand settled on his sword while the other supported the prince. "Yea?"
The voice didn't return for a long time and Gilbert had thought he had just imagined it, but when he turned around he knew that he didn't imagine anything.
"Francis!"
He sighed with relief. Thank the heavens he was here! "Look I need help with Antonio he's-why the fuck are you looking at me like that?"
There was quite a distant between the two and Francis eyes darted from the prince and then back towards Gilbert. None of them spoke for while. Francis was in complete shock, while Gilbert on the other hand seemed confused.
"What?"
"Why are you holding the prince's body?"
Oh. Oh!
That was the look of sudden horror was for. "Listen Francis Antonio isn't dead he just passed out" Gilbert lifted Antonio, only to have the prince unresponsive. Which looked very unconvincing. "Stop looking at me like that!" he whispered in a harsh tone "see that disgusting puke your standing by? Yea Antonio did that five seconds before you showed up now help me carry his body downstairs and into a carriage" Uh no wait that sounded really wrong because Francis' face expression only changed to absolute horror.
"Ah, Gilbert?" Antonio stirred.
Saved by the voice!
Both looked at the regained consciousness prince.
Gilbert shook the prince lightly this time "Antonio? Antonio look its Francis!"
Antonio slowly picked up his head and blinked "Francis" he whispered with that same familiar smile of his.
Francis blinked, God he's been having one to many drinks lately. "Antonio!" he shouted running up to the boy, arms spread opened, nearly tacking the trio down together. He let out a joyful laugh "Oh thank goodness your alive!" he cradled Antonio's face in his hands and gasped in horror "Antonio you look sick"
"That's because he's dying" Gilbert announced shifting from foot to foot.
Both Antonio and Francis' heads shot up "Dying!"
Gilbert sighed defeated, "yea Antonio Ludwig and I-"
Francis' eyes widened "Ludwig is alive?"
"Qué? Ludwig was dead?"
"Guys! Just let me finish will you!" Gilbert shouted a little too loudly, but the two listened and silenced. He really didn't have time to explain everything up so he just summed what little he knew up along the way. He just hoped he wasn't to late.
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They had reached their destination. It all lead it up to this. Hopefully this planned worked out. Gilbert closed his eyes. This was their only chance to escape freely. It was only a one attempt thing. One mistake equaled a huge failure and the result would be the killing of everyone who had been involved in it. Gilbert sighed, the things he did for friends, let that damn pansy lay a hand on him and see how fast he removed it from the rest of his body. Oh! What a sight that would be. Gilbert smirked.
"Alright Antonio are you ready?" Francis alerted slightly shaking his friend awake.
Antonio who was having trouble speaking only nodded. If this meant saving the only person he loved then he would do anything. Ahahaha what a love struck fool he was.
Francis on the other hand believed this was going to work. He had faith in his friends did you see what Gilbert was capable of? Put the trio together and you got endless amount of possibility's achieved.
"Alright" Gilbert announced "let-"
A sound caught their attention, someone else was in here. "Take him" Gilbert whispered slowly handing Antonio over to Francis, "shh don't make a sound" slowly Gilbert released his sword and made his way to the source of the sound. He motioned Francis over and pointed to a carriage in the far corner "stupid prick got you know" he whispered harshly with Francis and Antonio right behind him.
Gilbert slammed opened the door revealing a very frightened boy. He blinked before realizing who it was, "your Ludwig's right?" he asked.
The boy looked up and smiled "Francis!" he shouted wrapping his arms around the Frenchman. Gilbert was quick to catch a barely conscious prince before he collided with the floor. Feliciano ignored Gilbert and cried into Francis. "We have to hurry! They are gonna kill my fratello!" Feliciano continued pounding Francis' chest franticly. Francis grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a embrace all while Feliciano burst into tears.
"There, there mon cher" Francis soothed petting the younger man's hair.
"Alright" Gilbert said picking up the prince and putting him in the carriage.
Antonio let out a groan and that had alerted Feliciano, "Antonio!" he shouted making Antonio winced at the sound of his voice.
"Ay, sí…hola" he let out a violent cough and smiled, Feliciano gasped.
"Hurry we don't have enough time Feliciano get in the carriage" Feliciano immediately obeyed holding Antonio's head on his lap, "don't worry Antonio we will get out of here safe and sound" Feliciano smiled through his tears no matter how much he wanted to break down.
Antonio gave him a tiny grin "with my Lovi too right?"
Feliciano nodded "sí…sí of course! Fratello will always be there!"
"Ready mon cher's?"
Both Antonio and Feliciano nodded slowly before the door was closed shut.
France turned around only to notice that Gilbert had disappeared although he reappeared except with a horse. "Where did you get that?" Gilbert pointed the far corner where a huge opening to a wall was, "the horses are kept back there." Gilbert jumped on the horse, "hurry Francis and tied the horse to the carriage". Francis did as he was told, clasping on the horse to the carriage and giving Gilbert the ok for it.
Gilbert smirked, "I'm probably going to be thrown in jail for this, but hey you'll bail the awesome me out will you?"
Francis nodded "of course" he sprinted for the large wooden doors and opened them, "let's hope this works!"
Gilbert picked up the horses rope and gave a good whip to them before the horse ran in motion. Francis watched as many villagers screamed and ran away in terror and smirked before he suddenly disappeared from the scene.
Yea he would definitely be thrown in jail or maybe even killed. Gilbert laughed to himself as villagers quickly scrambled away in fear at the sudden attack and the one-man horse stampede. Gilbert narrowed his eyes through the harsh winds and rain. He could see it in the distance, the hanging taken place. He moved even faster, villagers looked back at the incoming attack and all ran for cover. The hangman turned as his axe was held up high and Gilbert moved even faster and just as Gilbert arrived the hangman cut Lovino loose from his rope, snatching Lovino by the waist and throwing the both of them onto the horse, just as Gilbert jumped off and went tumbling down a hill.
"So what are you going to do now?" Ludwig asked pacing back and forth as his older brother could only stare in horror at his younger brother who was still alive.
"Gilbert!" Ludwig barked snapping him out of his thoughts.
"What are you going to do?"
Gilbert shook his head a plot rapidly forming in his head to fast for him to even get out fast enough into words. "Elizaveta!" he shouted, completely confusing Ludwig. Gilbert snapped his fingers, "remember him from the past! The boy with the girl name? I haven't seen him in ages maybe just maybe he still lives at Lake Balaton village"
Ludwig nodded his head in acknowledgement, "right, but what does he have to do wi-"
"Go to him, he's probably a kickass warrior by now, visit him and hide there until you two can come up with a plan and help Antonio out. Trust me he'll know what to do"
Ludwig nodded thank goodness he still knew where that place was.
"I'll send a note to him letting him know you are coming"
"What if he isn't there?"
Gilbert snorted, "don't doubt my awesomeness"
Ludwig shook his head very seriously, "and how will we escape?"
"That's simple, you'll be the one would will be in charge of the beheading"
Lovino's waist hurt like HELL! At first he was staring death in the face and then out of nowhere a lot commotion happens, then his rope is cut loose, and THEN he is thrown onto horse! What the hell! He was facing down sideways and all he could see were the bottom of the horse's feet running while someone was wearing an iron grip around his waist. He couldn't see anything, due to the rain, and how fast they were going. Although he managed to see what was a carriage and the WAIT WHAT!
"Potato bastard!" Lovino growled, as Ludwig finally took off his mask. So he had been the hangman all along? Lovino was pissed. So he was going to die in the hands of the bastard! Of course the bastard would like to be the one to kill him!
No he couldn't right? because Feliciano would never let the bastard to do something like that...wait so he was being saved? Wait what-
"Where is Feliciano!" Lovino roared thrashing only to cause him to lose his breath as the grip around his waist only became even tighter. He closed his eyes in pained.
"shit"
Well that was a first. Did he just hear the potato bastard swear? Out of all of the screaming, the 'stop thems', 'they are getting aways!', he only managed to hear that.
"Che cosa!" Lovino asked after he regained his breath.
"They are closing the gates"
Lovino's eyes widened they were what? Why did dying take longer then he had planned! Lovino turned his head and saw how fast they were getting closer and closer the closing gates. Ludwig leaned closer to the horse making it extremely uncomfortable for Lovino. "Your hurting me potato bastard!" Lovino choked out only to be ignored. God, this was the end. He was going to die a painful death, not like the other one was going to be painful, but still! Lovino closed his eyes shut hoped for the worse...but it never came. No crashing into steel gate, no bone crushing sounds, and pain gushing throughout his body...nothing. He opened his eyes and saw that they had made it! Made it out of the palace! Although that didn't slow Ludwig done one bit as he continued riding through the cobble streets, down that familiar dirt road, pass the Vargas' home, and into the deep forest.
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"Let go of me bastards!"
Gilbert squirmed and kicked at the three men holding him down. Roderich before him scowling, "you let them go?" he asked calmly.
Gilbert grinned, "of course I did"
"Well then I guess you'll be enjoying your time in a cell until you've met your faith"
"I wouldn't have it any other way you damn pansy"
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It seemed like they had been riding on the damn horse since forever. It felt like hours. Wasn't the stupid horse tried? The rain had long dimmed down into a light drizzle before they had stopped by a river. The horse immediately went out for drink, while Ludwig helped Lovino down and the first thing he did was aim his fist directly at Ludwig's face and gave him a piece of his mind while yelling violently.
"YOU BASTARD! WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST LET ME DIE!" He was sick and wanted to hurl right then and there.
Ludwig recoiled from the attack and growled and that's when the carriage burst opened. They both looked as Feliciano came flying out of it and immediately jumped into Ludwig's arms and started to desperately kiss him.
Lovino could only stare in shock...there he was his brother safe and sound..what?...but how could...?
Feliciano turned and he immediately bursted into tears as he saw Lovino alive and well. "Fratello!" he jumped into Lovino's arm and hugged him as tightly as he could crying out a million things in Italian. He sobbed and sobbed staining Lovino's shirt with tears. "I thought you w-were going to die! I can't see you dead fratello! I just can't! I couldn't live without you or Ludwig!" the rest of his speech was incoherent.
Lovino was still in a state of shock and continued to awkwardly pet Feliciano on the head mummuring soothing words in some sort of trance.
"We will rest here for a little while" Ludwig announced awkwardly as he lightly pried Feliciano off of Lovino. Lovino growled in return, but let him do so. Lovino was feeling sicker and sicker by each passing second due to the extreme ride. He held him stomach trying to keep his stomach's contents in. His eyes followed Ludwig's movement as he went inside the carriage and pulled something out...someone out.
That's when Lovino had completely lost it and hurled onto the cool grass sobbing while he did so, refusing to look at the man in the German's arms.
To be continued...
'ONCE UPON A HETALIA'
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A/N: Alright angry mob readers before you kill me. I want to let you know. That you don't know how much I've tried and tried! To write this chapter up. My inspiration continued dying on me and I had no motivation. No nothing! I've tried reading other people's fanfic's, listening to music, asking other's for help, reviewing other stories. Still I couldn't bring myself to write this LAST CHAPTER! Trying for dear life on trying to come up with a decent ending chapter. Personally I don't like it. I said enough is enough and I give you this crap. (wtf!) Lo siento is all I have to say. I'm sorry! Hopefully my dear reviews will stick around for the sequel on which I'm excited to write.
I'm going to be editing this story along the way. So just ignore it. More characters shall be appearing in the next story and it shall be called 'Kingdom Come' and will be released sometime this week. Again I apologize for the SUPER lateness and hopefully it doesn't happen again and for those waiting for my other stories chapters don't worry I'm working on it! Thank you for reading watching, stalking, reviewing, everything! You don't know how much I appreciate it. Also there is a poll on my profile about Kingdom Come so be sure to check that out.
Anyways...
I feel bad for having Rodeirch as the bad guy! :( I really like him, but he just seemed to fit the role? ...yea I don't see how he fits in it but-
*Hears angry Chopin music in the background* OH GOD! I'm sorry Roderich!
Originally this story was suppose to be a one-shot based off of one of the Vocaloid's songs. Then it turned to having Antonio having a dream and then changed to having the bad touch trio as bandits and the Vargas brothers as the royals and then it came out to this...
-Until Next Time
Adios~