Poor Rizal!
~Charice~
My brother's eyes were starting to bleed the minute we pushed into the pool room. For some reason, Al-kun decided not to use a bathing suit and was now streaking naked all over the place. Why? I don't know. Maybe they were smoking the same thing that Rizal was when he had that mental breakdown of…whatever.
"W-what do you think Rizal saw?"
"Traumatized him to no end, so…I don't question." I shrugged. "Then again, Rizal is easily traumatized."
"Do you think we should address him on that?"
"Proobbabbbllly…not. I mean, I'm not entirely sure I want to know, but…"
It was then that Al-kun decided to splash us with really cold chlorinated water. It was rather mean…so I threw something at him. I really don't know what I threw at him, though. It could've been a doll…it could've been Maple-chan. I really don't know what I threw. All I knew is that whatever I threw left a Feli-shaped image flying in the air. An image that I couldn't help but want to catch. And sure enough…it was Feli-chan. Who knew.
"Veeeee…"
"Uwa! Are you OK, Feli-chan?"
"Veeeee…"
"Awwwww…it's OK, sweetie, it's OK it's OK it's OK…"
~Rizal~
What is up with Charice cuddling that Italian?
And why can't this abomination leave my head?
I snuck myself underneath a shade and hid my face to anyone who might've been looking. Fortunately, I was reading that manual that came with Francis' manual and the stuff was actually sounding pretty good. I read the title again (How to Stop the French from Invading Your Bed) and then went back to the first chapter. It seems to be a list of some sorts.
[FIGURE 001] – Keep your body covered at all times. French people love skin that is untainted by blemishes, and the smoother it looks the better it is for them. Usually they like to hang around any public gatherings, so protect yourself!
I couldn't help but look up and realize that I'm only wearing swimming boxers. Crap. Fortunately, Francis didn't seem to be around the area so I opted not to think about it.
[FIGURE 002] – Lock your doors when you sleep at night. Baby-proof is your best bet, usually from the inside, because the French can learn how to pick a lock if they have to. Opt not to sleep naked. They like that.
I bet they do.
[FIGURE 003] – Stay away from British people. They like them.
…
…
…
…
…
…
"W-why are you inching away from me?"
"No reason."
~Charice~
"Ve~~~! Ivan's splashing me!"
"It's fun, da?"
"You almost drowned him!"
Yes, I had to cuddle my Italian. The poor boy was crying as he held onto my arms as Ivan decided that it was getting a little boring and decided to go drown someone else…preferably Maple-kun. And it was weird concerning that Yong Soo was thinking that it was something funny. Dear god, they're being friends.
"Are you OK, Feli-chan?"
"Ve~~~I-I'll be fine…" He chirped in response. "Because you saved me, sorella~"
"Awwww…that's fine, Feli-chan. I'm always here for mi fratello~"
Feli-chan chirped in response (awwwww, so cute~) as the door opened and three figures appeared at the doorway. For some reason, it was the Bad Touch Trio (that's what Iggy-chan called them) and they all apparently had swim trunks despite the fact that I'm pretty sure that Rizal is too small for any of them. Just at their appearance caused my brother to hide behind that book of his and I can barely hear some choice words coming out of him.
"This is the pool?" Francis looked around. "Hm…expensive for two college students."
"Their grandmother's paying for them." Gilbert explained. "That hot old chick we were talking to?"
Did they just call lola hot?
"Oh, that woman? Ah…I've never saw a woman with suck spunk and grace before!"
Oh dear god.
"Ve? Are they talking about your gra-"
"Don't question don't question don't question NEVER QUESTION."
"V-ve…"
…
…
…
…
…
…
"KYAAAAAAAAA!"
"VEEEEEEEEEE!"
~Rizal~
"Are you having fun here?"
"Hm? Oh, Ivan." I sat up. "Kind of. Just reading the book that came with Francis."
"Ne, I've heard of that book. Most of the stuff has to be done precisely right or else they won't work."
"I can figure that." I couldn't help but watch my sister as she was talking to the rather annoying Spaniard. God, I can't help but hate all of them. "Francis is…"
"French?"
"…I guess that's all I can call him." I sighed. "But there's nothing here pass locking doors and avoiding Arthur."
"I guess that works the best for all of us, da?"
"…da." I sighed again. Hopefully, nothing stupid is going on-
…
…
…
…
…
…
…
Dammit Charice.
~ [LATER THAT NIGHT] ~
I'm not Charice. I don't sleep with a buddy like Feliciano. That usually makes me stay up all night and hence I can't sleep at all. Fortunately for me, no one bothers to join me. As I got out of the only bathroom no one seems to know exists (which is great for me), I couldn't help but notice Antonio bumping into me.
"Rizal."
"Antonio."
"Is there a bathroom around here?"
"…yeah." Have to admit that to someone who asked. "Right there."
"Eh?"
"…that's the bathroom."
"Oh, I thought it was a walk-in closet!"
…
…
…
"What."
"I thought you wanted to get something from a closet!"
"…no." Was he really such an idiot? "Why would I want something now, when I'm just about to sleep?"
"A blanket, perhaps?"
"I already have a blanket."
"No no no…a blankie~!"
"…I'm an 18 year old man. I'm pretty sure I don't need one."
"Oh, all right~! I guess I'll just go to the bathroom."
"Do so."
I had to watch him get in there (on the off chance that he gets into the closet next door…which I won't dismiss as a possibility) before turning around and noticing that Matthew was standing there the entire time. Once he noticed me, he mumbled something to himself and ran out of there. What was that about…?
Nevermind. I headed back to my room and locked all the doors (recently installed since Francis got here) and got underneath the covers. There was just so much going into this house right now, and we barely dodged a bullet. What if lola had realized what she had gotten us? Would she have forced us to get rid of all of them? Charice wouldn't like it, she's obviously obsessed over Feliciano and would never want to let him go. Personally, I wouldn't care less. Half of them are idiots and the other half shouldn't be operating in society. But…
It's strange.
It's almost as if I…
…have a family…
…all over again…
…
…
…
…
…
What if I lose all of them again…?
…
…
…
Just like mama?
…
…
…
…and papa?
…
…
…
…
…
"Mama? Mama! Please, wake up! Wake up!"
…
…
"Papa…? No, wake up. You're…you're supposed to walk my sister down the aisle…you-you have to tell ate that. She's home, remember?"
…
…
…
"Who's…?"
…
…
Could I afford to lose all of them again…?
"Who's going to tell ate?"
…
…
…
…
Could I…?
…
…
…
…
…
…
…
…
"Ah…I see you've been reading the book."
"…hhhmmm…?"
"But you forgot one thing: don't rely solely on the bolt."
"Eh…?"
…
…
"HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET IN MY ROOM?"
~Charice~
"Eh? Is someone yelling?"
"I don't hear anything. Must be the wind, da?"
"Ah…I guess so. Oh well, back to sleep."
…
…
…
…
"GAAAAAH! Ivan, stop doing that!"
"Doing what?"
"Sneaking into my room like this! God dammit, I might as well- GAAAH!"
"VEEEEEEE!"
"UWAAAAA! Feli-chaaaan!"
/=+=/
And…that's the next chapter.