...Hello there my lambs :) I just had a thought recently. I just post this crap for on this site for the criac, for the fun of it. AND YOU GUYS FUCKING READ IT! NO ONE LIKE MAKES YOU READ IT, YOU CHOSE TO READ IT AND TO TELL ME YOU LIKED IT HOLY CRAPM NATHNCN AKJLVATGLLAG I LOVE YOU ALL FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART! *smoothers you all in hugs and chocolate bars* Just letting you know. By the way, no one guessed correctly who it was last chapter so ...yeah.

Disclaimer: THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH THE SOUNDS OF THE STUFF I DON'T OWN!

Antonio waved at the girl. "Hi there!"

The girl tucked her platinum blonde hair behind her ears and smoothed over her royal blue skirt. "Are you two from the museum?"

Antonio nodded, smiling. "We got stuck here, too. We're looking for a way out. Want to come with us? Safety in numbers~!"

The girl nodded. "Yes, please. My name is Natalya."

"I'm Antonio and the cute little sour-puss is Lovino."

That earned him a firm punch to the arm. "You suck, bastard."

Natalya eyed them with a slightly detached stare. "Do you two have flowers?" Antonio and Lovino nodded and took out their flowers. Out of a skirt pocket Natalya pulled a small blue-petaled flower. "Mine's a flax plant. It's the national flower of Belarus. It's pretty, but I prefer yours." She nodded towards Antonio's carnation. "Red is my favourite colour."

Antonio quickly shoved his flower back into his pocket. "Okay then. Let's go~!" They continued walking along. Antonio attempted to strike up a conversation with Natalya. "So where are you from? Your accent's kinda cool."

"I am Belarusian."

"Oh that's cool. ...Where's that?"

Something about this girl didn't sit quite right with Lovino. She just... there was something about her that just wasn't... normal. Not that Antonio was anything like normal either but he was a good not-normal and...

DAMMIT LOVINO, FOCUS!

He lightly slapped himself in the face, trying to bring himself back to the present. Silence had descended once more on the group, only this time it was uncomfortable to the point of oppressiveness. The hall split into in front of them. Natalya pointed down the left fork.

"We go down this way, da."

It didn't sound like it was up for discussion so they continued to follow her like obedient ducklings. She led them into a small room filled with books and bunnies.

"Bunnies~!" Antonio skipped around, looking at the pink and white ceramic bunnies.

"How fucking old are you?!" Lovino examined one of the bunnies. "And why is this one mint green? A fucking mint bunny."

Natalya and Antonio turned at the sound of something smashing. Shards of green scattered themselves at Lovino's feet. "Don't look at me like that! It fucking jumped!"

Natalya said nothing, but walked forward and pulled a key from the shattered remains of the mint bunny. "I think we will be needing this." She tucked it into a pocket of her skirt and turned back to the two boys. "We shall go, da?"

They both nodded. Antonio hesitated just as they left the room.

"Hang on; I think I dropped my flower. You two go on ahead." Lovino and Natalya had only taken a few steps when thick stone vines sprung up from the floor, leaving Antonio trapped on one side and Lovino and Natalya on the other.

"Antonio! Dammit!"

Antonio waved Lovino's exclamations away. "Relax Lovi, it's fine. You two go on ahead. I'll figure a way out and catch up. Promise~!"

Natalya grabbed Lovino's wrist. Her fingers were cold and bony on his skin.

"Let us go, Lovino. He will be fine."

Natalya led Lovino forcefully back down the hall. Lovino glanced back over his shoulder and fluttered his fingers at Antonio. Antonio beamed and waved back cheerily. With a slight twitch of his mouth, Lovino nodded.

'Please be okay. Please let me get back to you in one piece.'

*wiggles happily* Hope you all enjoyed and to my Irish readers, hope you enjoy Seachtain na Gaelige (even though it's two weeks long). Is aobhinn liom sibh, o dhubh go dubh, is aoibhinn liom gach duine a labhraionn mo scealta (sorry, in a bit of an Irish mood)

Ja!

-Animerockchic