Author's Note: Hey guys, iHaveaSmallpenisProductions here, and the chapter that me and Nightcore Miku have been waiting for is upon us. A chapter that shall define all other chapters, and will set the stage for the Diakko boys and girls to begin plotting my downfall. But before that, let me get on to a few comments:
"Chances are Diana will calmly explain the situation to Theodore, and they'll find a way to stop Roma. Am I right?"
Dude, you are righter than my right hand. What's going to happen is that Diana and Theodore tie him up, and start singing the sound "Counting Stars" by Onerepublic to him. I'm sure it'll work.
"Well, this just got a whole lot more interesting."
Yes sir, shit just got real.
I slam my bedroom door closed, absolutely livid.
That man, if one could even consider such a creature a man, he's so disgusting, so stinking with sin that I should've noticed it as soon as I arrived in this country! When I first met him, I had my suspicions, but now I know for sure what kind of person he is!
It's one thing to have such a cruel history, forever stained with the blood of whoever was unfortunate enough to cross them. I understand that history is made by the ancestors, and the future generations have no say in the events of the past. The Sempronias of now couldn't have controlled what happened so long ago.
However, it is another thing entirely to take pride in it! And not just pride, but a deep seated infatuation that only makes you want to repeat the events of the past! Roma, just like most of the Sempronia family, is a killer. He is a silent killer that slithers his way around the public eye, feeding off of other people's misfortunes in order to make a quick salary! Just thinking about the body count makes me feel sick, almost like walking into a mortuary in progress. A rotting smell, a pitiful odor reeking of death that makes you want to vomit, something that will never leave your nostrils, and will never be washed off even with all of the oceans' water.
I can only imagine what forms of sociopathy and pure family narcissism have done to those who inhabit this house permanently!
This whole house, it now resignats a different tone than before. When I first laid eyes, I saw it as a treasure trove of ancient wonders, a place where time had ceased and I can get away from my problems. However, it seems as though they have only taken a different form.
Sadly I don't see many differences between Roma and a member of my own family. My aunt Daryl has always been a greedy and ambitious woman, always selling our own family relics, destroying our proud history in the name of profits. I see no difference in these two. Whether it's a gun for sale or a family relic, money is being made, and someone is suffering.
Truly despicable people, the both of them.
I hear a sudden knock coming from my chamber door.
In a flash of anger, I spin towards the door.
"Go away, Roma!" I cry. "Don't approach me with your twisted soul!"
I brief moment later, and I hear a familiar voice whisper
"Diana, it's me, your friend."
My eyes draw wide, as the voice's owner becomes known to me. It's Theodore.
I'll admit, out of everyone in this household, he is the only one that I can really talk too. However, at the moment I have no words for him. The merchant of death, Roma, had been called great and honorable by Theodore. Such kind words slide off of the slimy eel that is Theodore's grandfather.
But still, I have to remember that Theodore is a friend, and someone that has not given me any reason not to provide trust. If I were to confess my recent transgressions with anyone, it would be him.
Still though, even if Theodore had no direct hand in these bloody actions, I can't help but hold slight contempt for him, and the love he shows for the culprits involved.
I open the door, revealing Theodore in the hallway.
He wastes no time, walking in without a second thought.
"I heard you slam the door." He explains, slight worry in his voice. "What's wrong, Diana? Did Romana do something?"
Well, at least he shows concern over my well being. Even with all this history known, he's still someone who cares.
I close the door, not allowing any further intrusions, whether it be from Roma or some other entity.
I stare at him, deciding on how I should answer his question.
Sure, a lie might be easier to say, but I doubt it would go well in the long run. I'm sure Roma might tell him of my gained knowledge, and put two and two together.
However, I account several situations where Theodore had trust in me, such as when I stumbled upon him in the woods, or when I assisted him in crafting that potion for Lotte's father. He could've just as easily lied and rejected my help, but he didn't. Perhaps I should show him this same form of trust. After all, we are close friends.
I take a breath through my nose, saying
"I was just in the library, and made a few shocking discoveries about your family."
Not understanding, Theodore raises an eyebrow, asking
"What do you mean?"
A take another breath, this time coming from my mouth, and much heavier than the last.
"Theodore...I learned of the horrors that your family has committed in the past. Your grandfather Roma told me everything, the killings of serfs, the siding with Fascists during the second world war, and the war profiteering."
Not much affected by my confession, probably since he's been raised with this family history his entire life, Theodore simply leans against the wall.
"Well, there's more to us than just Rome. Whatever death toll we might have is simply the result of desperation in our family's survival."
I can't help but visibly grind my teeth at such a comment, a fresh flow of rage bubbling forward.
"What took place went way beyond simple survival! Theodore, untold suffering and death was caused do to the greed of your family! How can you take pride in such pain?!"
A lot more alert due to my sudden outburst, Theodore removes himself from the wall, asking in an annoyed voice
"And what of the Cavendishes? What did your family do in years past? I'm sure with your vast history, a few atrocities must've been committed as well."
How dare he accuse my family of such crimes?!
"We used our magic to heal people, people who fought in wars, regardless if they were allies or enemies! I'm sure your family profited from a few of those conflicts."
"And what's wrong with that?" He counters. "Either way, a war isn't going to cease just because they ran out of guns. No, if small arms are scarce, primitive weapons will come in use. Men with be clubbed and children stoned. It would be even more gruesome than it would've been. At least now they have a quick and easy death, nothing too messy."
"You sound just like your grandfather." I comment, turning away from him in slight disgust.
"I hope so, he's the one who told me all about the family history. He told me that if someone is suffering, then why can't we turn it into good? Sure, it may not be for the betterment of them, but their deaths have already come. You can't stop wars, but you can surely make the best out of them. Truth be told, it's hard to argue against his logic."
I scoff at his twisted remarks, a bit surprised that he would agree with such claims.
"Oh, so fair is foul and foul is fair?" I question in a mocking voice, turning my gaze back to him. "Someone's suffering is your prosperity?"
Theodore lets out a tired sigh, sadly glancing at the floor.
It's rare that the two of us get into any sort of confrontation, and especially one over such a horrid subject.
"Look…" Theodore begins, still not facing me. "My grandfather may not be the most loving man, and you might not have gotten a good first impression of him, but he's still family and I love him. Sure, his...exploits may have caused harm to others, but it also caused fortune to us. In times of great financial crisis, when my parents couldn't find a well paying job because of that damned treaty of World War Two, Roma stepped up. Even when it seemed impossible, he was able to raise enough money for us to keep our standard of living. We never had to sell any items or ask for handouts, Roma always kept our family afloat. If it wasn't for him, the Sempronias surely wouldn't have withstood the test of time."
My mind flashes to my Aunt. In her quest to try to keep the wealth of our family, she sells priceless family heirlooms to the highest bidder. I suppose each has their own way of securing financial stability, even if it is one that drips with blood.
I run a hand through my hair, wearily sighing at my current situation and present feelings.
I know now that there will be no reasoning with Theodore. He was born and brought up in this environment, told everyday that their family is noble, and whatever happened in the past and in the present is surely justified. His own grandfather fed him the ways of his dirty acts. And to be fair, to any family member, Roma's acts seem entirely just. As long as a steady income keeps flowing their way, no questions nor objections will be raised.
Even still, if I have any faith left in my friend, it's of his response to the proposal made by Roma, concerning Theodore and I.
I gaze at him, seriously.
"Theodore, your grandfather tried to get me to marry you."
His face instantly turns a dark red.
"W-What?" He stutters, completely surprised.
Well, at least he's not trying to justify Roma's influence this time.
I cross my arms together.
"He told me that your family is having financial troubles. A solution that was suggested by him was a diplomatic marriage between the Sempronias and the Cavendishes, with us as the bonding agents."
Upon hearing this, Theodore puts a hand to his forehead, covering his eyes.
He sighs to himself, rubbing the temples of his head, a combination of intense exasperation and disbelief running through him.
"I can handle the war profiteering…" He sorrowfly mutters. "But this is something disturbing."
He takes another ached sigh. "I'm sorry that he asked that of you."
He pauses again before proceeding.
"Even he can make mistakes. Sometimes, he has ideas that are too impulsive for his own good, and this arranged marriage is one of them."
Maybe I finally spoke some sense into Theodore. Perhaps now he can begin to see the error of his grandfather's ways.
"Hey, Teddy." A light voice suddenly breaks through the aura of uneasiness that has consumed this room.
The both of us look towards the direction of the sound, seeing Feliciano standing in the doorway.
"I heard your voice from the hallway. We've got it set up now."
Theodore nods at his brother, before turning back to me.
"Diana, I'm sorry about this argument and for what Roma , I highly suggest that you join us for tonight."
I want to amend these broken fences as much as the next girl, but with anything involving Feliciano during midnight, I need more information than just Theodore's request.
"What is it?" I ask him.
"My siblings have set up a little get-together in Romana's room, in celebration of my return for Christmas."
So, it's nothing more than just a small party taking place in Theodore's sister's room?
Of course, a part of me wants to just shut the door, refusing the invitation. I'm still suffering from the aftermath, and am feeling a bit irritable at the moment. And Romana's presence could only serve to exasperate it. Plus, it is late at night, and I believe a good night's sleep might be needed to overcome the horrors that I've learned.
However, the hope to even attain sleep is a curiosity in and of itself. Like I stated before, I'm quite worked up, and well alert of my surroundings. If I were to seek sleep now, I would only lay in bed awake, wondering when I can finally achieve it. Additionally, rejecting the invitation would only serve to hurt Theodore, making him worry about my current opinion of him. That's something I surely don't want to happen. Also, if it is a party celebrating the return of Theodore, it is only natural, me being his plus one, that I'm apart of it. Finally, rejecting an invitation to a party would be quite rude.
I let out a sigh, still reminding Theodore about our past predicament.
"Alright. Lead me to Romana's room."
Smiling at my acceptance, my friend nods, saying
"Yes, please follow me."
The three of us leave my room, myself making sure that the lights are off and the door is closed.
Feliciano and I follow Theodore as he leads us down the hall and to his sister's room.
Engaging in small talk, I turn to Theodore's brother, asking
"So, do you often have small parties...during midnight."
What a strange time for a strange function.
He smiles brightly at me, the near party on his mind.
"No, but they are pretty fun. Last time I had a little too much, and I threw up."
A little too much of what?
Before I can ask anything else, he cries
"We don't want to be late. Come on, run!"
He then begins to run down the hall, a playful smile on his face, as if he's a small child with no worries.
I wonder if he knows about Roma's deeds.
I can only wonder what kind of activities the Sempronia siblings could engage themselves in.
I know that Theodore, compared to the rest of his family, has his head on relatively straight. However, I can not say the same about his brother and sister. Feliciano seems like he means well, although he can be quite like Akko at times, impulsive, rather dull of mind, and only seeking excitement. Romana on the other hand has only showed me a negative element to me. To see her in this party setting will be interesting to say the least.
I spot Theodore opening a door, motioning for me to enter.
This must be Romana's room.
Once I enter, the sight I see before me is a little underwhelming than my previous thoughts.
It's simply a bedroom, with a small table in the middle of the room, a bowl of tomatoes and a suspicious brown bag resting on top of it.
Already present at the table is Romana, sitting on the floor as the table is that small, a scowl on her face upon greeting me.
"Okay, what the hell is the blonde doing here?!"
Feliciano takes a seat next to his sister at the table, while Theodore continues to stand next to me.
"She's here for the party." He claims.
Romana frown grows deeper upon hearing this.
"She's too haughty. She's just gonna dull the vibe."
"Come on, Romana." Theodore continues. "It's a party, for me no less."
Romana grunts, finally giving into her younger brother's request.
"Fine! Just have her sit on the other side of the table, away from me."
"Not a problem." Theodore agrees.
"And don't let her touch any of my tomatoes."
"Of course."
With this new deal in place, Theodore closes the door, and the two of us take a seat on the floor, on the opposite side of the table, just as Romana requested.
Through gritted teeth, Romana silently orders
"Don't dull the vibe!"
I calmly respond with
"I can assure you that the 'vibe' will not go dull."
A moment passes, before I point at the bag, saying
"I was just wondering about the contents of the brown bag."
"It's what's going to get this party started." Romana claims, leaning over to reach into the bag.
I raise an eyebrow as she pulls up the contents.
One in each hand, a glass wine bottle is held, both filled to the brim and unopened.
"Fine Sempronian red wine." Romana declares, licking her lips in desire.
"Alcohol?" I declare in shock.
"Hey, what I say about the vibe?!" Romana demands, setting both bottles down on the table.
Romana reaches into the bowl, pulling out a tomato before eating it in just a few bites.
"Besides, it's different than England. You can legally drink here, don't worry about it." She continues.
"That's not what I'm worried about." I affirm, still staring at the bottles in question. "I'm just wondering if your parents are okay with this."
"They're fine." Romana claims in a huff. "Just don't go puking on their bed like this guy!"
A thumb in pointed at Theodore's older brother.
"Told you I threw up." Feliciano reminds me, before giggling to himself at the memory.
Knowing the answers I received were not very reliable, I turn to Theodore, silently requesting for his input.
It's not that I'm against the idea of alcohol, but the fact that two bottles sit in front of me, expecting to be drunk puts me off. Besides an odd glass or two with my family during dinner, I can say that it's a rarity for me.
"It's fine." He agrees. "Romana's right, it's legal for us here. Don't worry about it."
Hearing that Theodore said she was right, Romana lets out a triumphant grunt, right before consuming another tomato.
"So, you must really love tomatoes." I comment.
"What gave it away?" She responds sarcastically.
Reaching into the bowl for yet another one, Romana eyes it, declaring
"There are tomatoes in my pasta. There are tomatoes in my pizza.
For the first time, Romana lets out a slight smile, not a smirk plotting my destruction, but a pleasant one.
"My charming red treasures, how I love tomatoes!"
Her red treasure then promptly disappears into her mouth.
"But, wurst and potatoes are such heretical things!" She claims, still chewing her food.
A hard swallow later, and she comes back with
"My brother eats them, and just gets more, more and more macho!"
Romana shoots a glare at Theodore, before asking
"I mean, what is a Roman doing with British cooking, you traitor?!"
I raise an eyebrow at Theodore, a bit confused by his sister's choice of words.
"Romana only eats food made in Italy." He explains.
He leans close to me, whispering so that his sister can't hear.
"And you thought I was an ultranationalist?"
I can't help but shed a small giggle at his statement.
However, Romana heard, interrupting our moment with a
"Hey, I'm not an ultranationalist!...I just happen to prefer food that originated in Italy."
"Hey, come on! I've been waiting for this all day!" Feliciano pouts, before quickly returning to his normal cheerful self. "Let's get to some wine drinking!"
"And that's why you're my brother!" Romana cheerfully declares, quickly popping the cork from one bottle.
Feliciano pulls out four wine glasses from under the table, handing one over to each of us.
As he hands me mine, he gives the handle a quick kiss, finally offering me the item.
Without hesitation, Theodore takes the glass meant for me, handing me his own.
As he wipes the kiss off, the two of us exchange a brief smirk at both the actions of Feliciano and himself.
Within a few short moments, the wine bottle is passed down the table, as each of us fill our glass. Once Theodore has finished his, rather than give it to me, he simply pours the bottle in mine, freeing me from the minor exertion.
I smile at his action, saying
"Thank you."
Even due to Theodore's positive opinions about his grandfather, I still can't help but see some kindness that he shows to me.
"Here's to Teddy and Diana." Feliciano declares raising his glass. "It was so nice that the two of them chose to spend Christmas with us."
The three of us raise our glasses in imitation, Romana embarrassingly muttering
"Yeah, even I missed you a bit...I guess..."
I suppose she does have a heart after all.
"Cheers!" We all sound off in unison.
The two Sempronia brothers take sips from their wine, while I lower mine down to my lap, still a bit hesitant.
I silently watch as the entire glassful of wine disappears down Romana's throat, her not even batting an eye.
I don't know whether to be impressed or shocked.
Noticing my stares, Romana sets her empty glass down at the table, bearing a smirk, daring me to imitate.
I can play her little game.
I raise the glass to my lips, quickly emptying it into my mouth, gasping as the harsh wine runs down my throat.
Theodore and Feliciano both stare at me in disbelief.
Amused by my action, Romana grabs the bottle of wine, refilling both her glass and mine.
"Not bad...not bad at all." She compliments me.
As Romana hands me my refilled glass, I notice Theodore taking small sips of wine, properly gauging himself as to not consume too much too soon.
I decide that not being an experienced drinker, this is a wise move, and do the same.
A few minutes slip by, not much activity going on other than us drinking our fill with wine.
After my third glass, I take a glance at the bottle, noticing that it is now half empty.
Desiring a small break from the silence, I turn to Theodore's brother, asking
"Hey Feliciano, what was that song you were going to sing? During dinner?"
Hearing this, Feliciano eagerly claps his hands together.
"Ooooh, are you giving me permission to sing?" He asks me, a bit excited.
Why not? After all, we're just four people gathered up in a single bedroom, drinking ourselves away at one in the morning. What could make this any less salubrious?
"Permission granted." I simply say, setting my glass down.
Feliciano puts one hand flat against his chest, and another outstretched to the sky, and begins to slowly sing.
"I love pasta, you see. Can't you understand what I'm saying? But I want to say it over and over, just because I really love it! The world is made of precious flour and water! When I look up to the-"
"Oooh I've got a song too." Romana enthusiastically interrupts, setting her glass down.
Feliciano bears a slight pout after being interrupted in the middle of his song, but is overall happy that someone else is joining him in this merry activity.
With her younger brother's silent okay, Romana begins her own song
"Buono tomato! Buono tomato! Buono tomato! Red on the bottom and green on the top, toma-toma-tomato! Hmph!"
She stops singing momentary, placing a finger to her chin, thinking.
"I forgot the middle bit, but it ended with…" She returns to her singing voice. "I'll give you another one! I'll give you a beautiful one! Eat a delicious tomato and come dance! Buono tomato! Buono tomato! Buono tomato! See ya! Ah, Romana! I'm from Southern Italy!"
With the song over, I can't help but feel a bit intrigued by one of the lyrics of the song.
"You weren't born in Rome?" I ask her.
Romana takes a sip of her wine, replying with
"Yeah, my parents had a little too much fun on a summer vacation in Palermo. My siblings were though."
Well, I'm already fully aware about the heritage of Theodore. However, it is a bit interesting to learn about the pasts of Romana and Feliciano.
"What of you, Theodore?" I ask him, a playful smirk on my face. "You're the only one of the Sempronia siblings that hasn't sung yet."
Theodore finishes off his glass of wine, saying
"Yeah, I might be Italian, but I'm no singer."
"It's true, it sounds like someone being disemboweled by a butter knife." Romana jokes.
"One time he sang, and my ears bled!" Feliciano claims.
Theodore glances at his brother, saying
"I keep telling you Feliciano, that was just tomato sauce."
In response, the older brother folds his arms together, childishly declaring
"You can't trick me, I know the difference!"
In response to this banter, I can't help but giggle at them, Romana also joining in to her two brothers fighting.
At first, I'm a bit caught off guard by this shared interest. Romana was the girl who tries to plot something sinister for me, who gave me nothing but coldness, is now opening laughing at something that I also find humorous. It must be the alcohol taking an effect, perhaps on us both.
With this idea in mind, my interest flashes from the little argument between Theodore and his older brother, to Romana's opinion on her grandfather.
So far, I know that my friend's opinion of Roma is only positive, not seeing the flaws and sins that he has committed.
She can either show the anger that she often shows me to Roma, or she can express a new mood entirely, and share Theodore's view of him.
With my mind made up and my curiosity heightened, I finish off the remainder my glass of wine in one gulp, setting it down.
What has made her sloppy, has given me confidence.
"So Romana, I couldn't help but wonder what you think of your grandfather. He seems like an interesting man, and I was just curious in a fellow woman's thoughts." I inform her, attempting to ease the question in.
Honestly though, it's not like I need to. I believe that the alcohol has taken an effect on her where her mind is not all there.
Romana grabs the wine bottle, muttering
"Grandpa Roma saw me as too hot headed and aggressive, so when my brother was born they tried him. But he was too dumb and nice. Then he moved on to Theodore, and of course he was a success."
She takes a sip from her freshly filled glass.
"And then the two of us were just left alone, while Ted buddied up with our grandpa!"
Another sip is taken, this time a much larger one as more details and feelings come.
"Just because I wasn't born in Rome, that doesn't make me any less of a person! Does it?!" She demands, asking anyone who would want to answer positively.
"It doesn't." I hear Theodore say, placing down his wine glass before giving a serious stare to Romana. "You're my sister, and I love you, so does Feliciano."
"It's true!" Feliciano sounds off. "Remember when we were in elementary school together? The bullies would pick on me, and you'd swoop in to stop them."
"Yeah, no one picks on my little brother." Romana declares proudly, before muttering "Well, no one except me."
"I'm sure grandpa Roma loves you just as much as I." Theodore adds, now returning to his wine.
"Oh yeah, and is that why I was neglected?" Romana demands, now grabbing hold of the entire bottle. "You might not have been directly responsible, but you surely were a reason, dumbass."
"Don't continue, it's fine." I say, a weak smile on my face.
I'd reach out to her if I could, pat her on the back in comfort.
"Let us continue on with the party." I request.
"This isn't just for reciting words of sorrow!" Romana blurts out, surprising us all.
She stares at the bottle in her hand, a brief moment of contemplation on her face.
Whatever she was contemplating is abruptly ended, as she takes a great gulp straight from the bottle, perhaps enough to fill two or more glasses.
"The wine glass in his hand is always twink-twink-twinkling." She claims, referring to Roma. "And back when I was an adorable baby, I was ignored. That dick!"
"You shouldn't drink that much all in one." Theodore recommends.
"I mean, I may not be useful with chores…" She continues, ignoring him. "And my brother may be better with art and trade, and sometimes I may be as dumb as a bird..."
The bottle is set aside on the table, Romana cracking her knuckles in frustration, a pained look on her face, as if trying to think of what to say next.
She tries to talk, but stutters, maybe from the copious amounts of wine she's consumed, or from her own doubts. It's as if she's struggling to get her words out.
"But I...but I...!"
As if all past anger and sadness is being released, Romana lets out a deep sigh, grabbing her wine glass.
That's almost too much information for me.
At first, I thought that Romana was nothing more than someone who just harbored resentment for those around her, sometimes even lashing out at her own siblings. But now, well, with this new flow of information, I can't help but retract my statements. It seems as though Romana was not born with this personality, but it insead was molded through years of neglect due to not being the family favorite. That adoration instead fell on Theodore, the increased bonding time only bolstering his love for his grandpa.
However, tonight I was shown something. Whether it was Romana pouring me a glass of wine, or the both of us exchanging a smile or a laugh, perhaps there can be a connection with her after all.
After dinner, I was ready to abandon my quest of us becoming friendly, but it seems as though the events that have come before me have proved me wrong. There just may be hope after all, and under the veil of alcohol, Romana was able to show a glimpse of it.
Although the mood in the air is now a bleak one, I can't help but feel just a spark of happiness for her.
She was able to branch out, and speak such personal matters to me, even if she is not in her right mind at the moment.
I let out a small smile, turning to the glass in front of me.
Diana tries to pour herself another glass of wine, but ends up letting out a drunk hiccup, spilling some on the table.
As if a child with her hand caught in the cookie jar, Diana lets off a half plastered, half embarrassed face, her eyes glazed and her mouth hanging a bit open due to her current state.
In response to this, Romana lets out a hard laugh, shaking Diana's worries on the subject, as she ends up joining her in guffawing.
Smiling at the two finally getting along, I pick up a towel, cleaning up the spillage.
By the time I finish, I spot Diana and Romana uncorking the second bottle of wine together, quickly refilling their empty glasses.
I think it's safe to say that the effects of the alcohol are beginning to reach her. I don't think it was her intention to get this drunk, but it seems as though she has failed to moderate herself as well as I. It was a likely scenario however, this being the first time she's has this much wine in front of her.
Romana, Feliciano and I are largely unaffected, myself only bearing a slight headache, my motions merely a bit slowed.
Wanting to know the current state of my friend, I glance at her.
Half of her body is laying on the table, her hand tightly wrapped around a half empty wine glass.
"Is it 'Diakko'...or 'Dianakko'?" She mutters to herself, strain in her voice. "God, I don't know…"
"Maybe you've had enough to drink." I say to her.
"You don't know me!" Diana suddenly shoots back up, facing me. "I'm from The United bloody Kingdom, and I can hold my locker better than you any day!"
Given how she mistook the word liquor with locker, I can say with certainty
"Definitely too much."
"Shut up!" She cries, a smile on her face as if it were playful, a finger pointed at me in accusation. "I felt bad about the way Akko and her gang were treating you, so I tried to befriend you. I thought maybe we could be friends and bond over our mutual hatred for Akko. But uh-uh."
Sudden, she explodes, quickly saying
"Not only did you want to be friends with Akko, but you wanted to be friends with me, even though you were already friends with Akko, and somehow you managed to stay friends with us both. I think that's totally bollocks!"
As if nothing happened, Diana suddenly smilies lazily, running her finger around the rim of the wine glass.
A few more hiccups later, and Diana bears the look of contemplation on her face.
"Maybe...maybe I should go to bed. T-thank you Theodore, Feliciano, Romaaaanaaa…" She mutters, slurring my sister's name pretty hard.
I don't know whether to feel bad or not for being amused at seeing the posh and elegant Diana be in such a state. It's truly alien to see her behave in this way.
"Why ruin the party?" Romana asks, her speech slightly stained as well. "If you go, then the whole party would go too."
I glance at my sister, an eyebrow raised.
"Just a few hours ago you wanted her dead."
My sister only replies with a simple shrug, returning to her wine.
Diana attempts to get up, retreating back to her original position as her swaying body becomes to much for her to manage.
I stand up, myself managing much better due to my moderating.
"Need some help?" I ask Diana, extending my hand to her.
She takes it comfortably, the other wrapped around the glass, freshly filled yet again.
In response, I grab hold of the glass with my other hand, setting it back down down on the table.
Diana only utters a low moan in protest, myself pulling her to her feet.
As the two of us are about to leave, Romana holds up one of her beloved treasures.
"Here, have a tomato. It's the best way to stave off a hangover."
I find this statement a bit hard to believe, this being the first time I've heard my sister make such a claim.
I take it anyway, putting it in my pocket, not having any real plans for it in the future.
"Goodnight you two." I wish my siblings, Diana now leaning against me.
"Goodnight Teddy, Diana!" Feliciano energetically declares, the alcohol having no effect on his normal cheery behavior.
"Yeah, sleep well." Romana simply says.
"Goo...goodnight…" Diana struggles to get out, sloppily waving a hand at the duo.
With Diana fully supported by me, and our goodbyes said, we stumble into the hallway, heading towards Diana's room.
Along the way, I notice her body bumping into me a number of times, herself having trouble standing up, even with my aid.
"How much did you drink?" I ask her, a bit afraid of the answer.
With one hand wrapped around me, she puts another to her chin, asking
"Uhhh...what's after six?"
"Seven."
"Eight, yeah!" Diana suddenly explodes, quickly returning to her past volume. "I had eight."
Eight whole glasses of wine on her first go?
I can only imagine the headache Diana will have tomorrow. The best I can do now is get her to her room before she knocks over a priceless Roman artifact.
Thanks to the close proximity of our rooms, I manage to get us there soon after.
I open the door, slowly but surely shuffling our way to her bed.
Once I'm sure that she can manage the rest of the way, and if not can simply fall on the bed, I let go of my grasp, saying
"Here we are. Have a good night, Diana."
I feel her hold on me only tighten into a hug, herself practically straddling my body.
A faint pressure is placed on my cheek, slightly moist yet warm. A second of the same feeling soon hits me, followed by yet another one.
I turn to her, a bit confused as to the source of this, only for Diana to suddenly lean into me, our lips making contact with each other, the strong scent of wine on her breath.
Now more shocked than confused, I pull away, staring at her in disbelief, my heart pounding.
She leans in closer to me, a look of careless desire in her half closed eyes.
With a wavy smile on her face, she mutters
"Give me a sex, Sempronia."
Without thinking, I roughly shove her to the bed, quickly fleeing from her room, closing the door behind me, not daring to look back even once.
Alone in the dark hall, I lean against the nearby wall, a warm feeling consuming my face, as my heart madly beats. I take a strained breath, my throat being too tight to inhale a meaningful amount.
All of that, that entire situation, my body was saying yes, but of course I couldn't do such a thing. Trust me, I've wanted a kiss from Diana for a while, but not like this, not while she is so drunk that she can barely stand!
I'm not sure really what to think of this, or what Diana will think of it, if she even remembers tomorrow.
It really shakes me that Diana, a girl that is normally so modest and composed, would behave in such a way, even if she was under the influence of alcohol.
I remember Romana once telling me, in one of her drunken justifications, that a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts.
Even if that statement can be seen as false, this was definitely something that happened.
Still struggling to grasp the concept of what just took place, I get up, making my way to my own bedroom.
Author's Note: Well boys here it is, almost two years of work and finally some romance takes place.
The end of the year is drawing near, and I feel like I should thank all of you. Not only have I doubled in followers in the past few months, but many great things have happened. Fanart has been made in my honor, and someone has even been inspired by me. I mean, come on man. I'm the person you should be inspired not to be. I just waste away my life, in this endless cycle of chapters and word count goals. I could've gotten a girlfriend, are bettered myself through studying, or exercise. But instead, I choose to waste my Saturday nights up in my room, aggressively typing as I slowly decay.
But even still, somehow, people find me good enough to follow and read, not to mention comment. And for that, a big big mcthankies from mcspanky's!
Now, as some of you know, I posted a Diakko on Christmas, and it left a big impression on everyone. Momo was shook, and Silver Fupa as well as the kiwi guy were wishing they had my talent.
Thanks to the blinding success of that amazing story, I'm making an offer.
Once I get to 70 followers, I'll post another Diakko, then after every ten new ones, another Diakko will follow. Even Nightcore Miku is getting in on it.
And with such responses as
"oh my f cking god"
"Heyyyy noooo I don't accept!"
"Hesus fucking christ"
I think mine definitely stands above the rest of the regular "Give me an anal, Akko" diakkos that are here.
So! Don't forget to follow and fav, as well as comment.
I love you my pretties, and have a happy new year!