Oh yeah! Sorry for misspelling Antonio's name! I'm sorry. _ enjoy the new chapter if you can! *J*

Antonio laid strapped down on a table in the center of the room. He didn't look cheery anymore. -He cried like a little baby. His shirt had been cut up. Small strips of it lied half covered by the brown haired man's backside. Francis ran over to his best friend and tried to calm him.
"Where is Ludwig?" He asked while brushing away the fat tears on his face.
"I-I think he's out to fetch something.. this is turning really bad when he comes back, Franciiiis! Save me, please?" The Frenchman clasped his hands over the Spaniard's mouth to shut him up.
"Shh! I think he is back already. Just trust me." The knight grabbed a pro assassin knife from a hidden room in his boot, bringing it to almost penetrate Antonio's tan skin at his shoulder. The door went up to reveal Ludwig holding a very disturbing scissor for cutting up skin to look just like Antonio's ruined shirt.
"Good evening, knight Bonnefoy. What brings you here?" The German asked with a hint of curiosity in his rough voice.
"Er.. how can I name it? Yes! I got unfinished business with this prisoner. I'm still working on the case of the almost-assassination of the prince. This is a perfect chance to question him. Don't you agree?" Francis gave him the most creepy smirk he could muster, making the others shudder.
"Oh.. I see! Hahah, bye!" Ludwig sprinted out of the torture chamber hot on his heals, screaming like a man girl with hysteria. The knight giggled with amusement as he went to the door to shut it.

Francis was about to help Antonio get to his feet, but a cold hand stopped him.
"Come on, we need to get out of here!" The Frenchman tried to pull the tan skinned spaniard along but met hard resistance.
"Wait, amigo. We can't go outside this room without being dirtied or hurt. It'll cast suspicion on us. We don't want that. So please, I'm begging you. Hurt me." Francis smiled a gentle smile at his friend while brushing some dirty brown hair away from his forehead. He gripped the knife a little bit harder.
"If I hadn't known how good thinking you are of me and your friends I would think of you as a masochist wery well, you can try to squeeze the living daylight out of me if it's too painful. Scream hard, lad." Antonio nodded before everything became white. Francis was doing good in jabbing that knife in and out of his friend's shoulder, careful not to hit too many life threatening veins. Blood pooled down Antonio's bare torso and tummy, soaking his tight green pants.
"Francis-"
thrust,
stab,
that injury will make a nice scar.
"Please stop!" Antonio shouted while grabbing the knife, but Francis removed them from his precious weapon.
"Stay strong please. I'm almost done.." The Frenchman stabbed him again before twisting the knife around as it sat in the flesh.
"ARRGH!" Antonio roared loudly. Francis took the knife and put it back into his secret boot room. The Spaniard could have cried if he hadn't gone empty on tears.
"Thank you." Francis hugged his partner-in-crime tenderly. It hurt him to see his friend hurt even though he had chosen it himself. "Thank you for being so brave. That's one thing I admire about you." The knight let go of him and lowered him to lay on the table. 'Now where is the bandages,' he thought as he walked along the walls. He groaned. No bandages could be found. "There is no bandages here! I'll get the doctor, so for god's sake stay awake!" Francis slapped him on the face before hurrying to the doc's room. A ghost looking just like him appeared before Antonio's eyes. It laughed a rotten and deep laughter, making him sick. 'Heee heee. I see he abandoned you, one of your best friends. You're pathetic, old and forgotten Antonio.' A ghost-Francis joined the other shadow. It smirked wickedly as he grabbed a chunk of Spanish ghost ass, making Antonio's ghost self blink suggestively back. They made out before the Spaniard's eyes. 'What kind of sick joke is this I'm having on my deathbed? I would never ever do that with Francis!'

*With Francis*

"DOCTOR! Come this way!" Francis screamed as he eyed Toris. He ran back to the torture chamber when he saw that the doc followed behind.
"What happened that made you so panicked?" Toris asked while tilting his head to the side in wonder.
"I was questioning a prisoner, and I went a bit too far... Ivan is going to kill me if he dies! Please patch him up for me!" The doctor smiled at Francis' overcaring side.
"Sure! Just show me him." With him, he naturally thought of the prisoner was a man, because females was not imprisoned Who would tend to the children, the old and the sick if they disappeared? The men could not. Unless, you're brilliant 'doctor Toris'.

They walked into Ludwig's personal torture chamber and found Antonio hyperventilating at the table. They both ran over to him. Antonio's mouth quickly opened and closed like a fish on land. The image of the two ghosts making out swirled away as flower petals floating in the air by the running humans going through them. "Breathe with me. Take slow breaths, in and out. Breath!" Toris had helped him to sit up properly, his hands at both sides of the bare torso. After some time it had been a success and Antonio breathed normally. "Good. Now please help him sit so I can bandage this guy, knight Bonnefoy." Francis nodded as he grabbed the sides of his companion's torso, giving it a friendly squeeze to signalize that everything was going to be alright.

*After one hour*

"What cell does he belong to, knight Bonnefoy?" The knight turned around to completely ignore the doctor. 'Seriously? What is it with all this formality? I don't get the youngster's way of thinking.' He turned around again to face Toris standing with a fast asleep Antonio in his arms leaning on him.
"Ah.. was it cell number forty-seven? Yes. I can get Ludwig or Heracles to help you carry him back if Ludwig is done sexually frustrating in a corner with Feliciano on his side, or if Heracles is done sleeping somewhere, most likely in a ditch he sees as a potential bed. He could just borrow mine if it's *that* important." So Francis went out to find either men, only to get his hands on that super feminine man Roderich Edelstein. The blushing bottom partner, the beautiful creature with glasses and a shy scowl, the godly angel-

Alfred sat chewing on the paperwork in frustration. 'Where is Arthur? I need to see him before I get old, grey, slow, ugly and unattractive!' Two weak knocks came from the door.
"Come in." A golden haired head stuck in the gap between the door and the doorframe.
"Good day, sir! Your father wants to have a word with you if possible." Disappointment washed over Alfred's whole being. He had hoped it was about the lovely prisoner of cell forty-seven, but Tino had other things to announce. The prince fixed his good looking frilly military uniform and straightened up his back before showing off a confident smile.
"Of course I'll come! The hero never have anything to say against their parent! Hahaha!" Alfred desired more to check up on Arthur, but he needed to be professional. Tino escorted him to the meeting room. "Thank you. Dismissed!" The Finnish man did a salute to him before running off to Berwald, who stood waiting for him at the castle's exit.
"Welcome my son. We have important matters to discuss, so please close the door." Alfred closed it and walked into the room. The king's glance had a clear message: 'sit down'.

"I'm sorry we haven't talked much in the past weeks. I... have been busy. However, I want to talk about the crowning ceremony that takes place next week." The prince frowned.

"Yes, what about it? Is it changed or something?" The king's face lit up in a huge smile.
"Exactly! I want you to go find your partner of your own choice! I just remembered how your grandfather treated me.. he set me up with that bitch of a woman." Alfred gaped in surprise, but smiled widely as well.
"Wow, father! I didn't like her too!" A perfectly timed bro fist was echanged before father and son went back to theirs.

"Do you know where prisoner of cell forty-seven is?" Alfred asked a guard standing outside the dungeon.
"Why of course he is in his cell. Did he escape or anything?" The guard scratched his chin in boredom.
"That's your job to find out." He growled while passing him to reach the door. True, Arthur sat there, only a little paler than before. "Yo! Did you miss me? I've missed you." Alfred invited himself into the cell as usual. He brought his right hand to connect with his cheek. "Hmmm... Something is off about you today..." he went closer to the restrained man to investigate this matter. 'This smell... what was it again? AH! Is it-' Alfred took notice of pretty fresh love bites on the other's back, and the faint smell of sex on his crush's body.

'Now, who would Arthur do such lewd actions with? Wasn't he very insecure about his own body not long ago? It's someone other than me that likes him? Francis!' "Why?" He asked silently. That poor soul couldn't understand how Francis had gotten ahead of him. 'Arthur belong to me, for fucks sake!'

"Why are you here? What business do you have with me?" Arthur asked, a little bit nervous. That damn git had gotten too far into his personal space, still not saying anything. He didn't want Alfred to find out about yesterday's event with Francis so badly he could explode. He desperately needed Alfred's affection. The prince broke the painful silence first.
"I see. You love Francis, don't you? I'm so sorry for thinking we could have something together... sorry." Alfred whispered and turned on his heel to walk back to his chamber.
"Wait! You don't understand! Please listen to what I have to say!" Arthur shouted after him as he jiggled with the restraints to catch the other's attention. His heart was telling him to prove his point, that Alfred's decision was completely wrong, so he was set on trying to explain himself.
"Don't understand? Those marks explain me what happened well enough!" The prince stood in the doorway red faced, pointing at his neck. They both felt a stab in their chest. At the end they both thought the same: 'He betrayed me!'

Ooh. Angst, it's coming more of that in later chapters! Mhm, we are closer to the execution than ever before! Wait for the angst... (do you like angst?) -MobileWriter *V*