Jesus… It's been a while huh? Sorry… I've been… Oh fuck it. I've been focusing on other fics. Like "Just What You're Looking For" And "Antonio & Lovino" And now…. "Tall, Pale, and Faceless" Sorry….

To say Lovino was confused, was an understatement.

Mrs. Goldstein's funeral was 3 days ago and Lovino hadn't seen Antonio since the day he saw the name on his buzzer. Just to give you a timeline that was 2 weeks ago. Lovino had ignored all his phone calls, and had avoided him like the plague. Well, if you saw a name on "Something for work" and then they ended up dead you'd be scared too!

Lovino sighed from his couch. It just didn't make any sense. How was it possibly? He knew Antonio was responsible for Mrs. Goldstein's death but, she was ruled as dying of a heart attack. So how? Lovino thought… "Maybe he's a…" No, that was dumb. Lovino shook it out of his head. That was impossible Antonio wasn't a-

"LOVNIO! OPEN THE DOOR!" Lovino jumped at the sound of Antonio's voice. And shit Lovino was home alone too… "Please? Lovi…" Lovino sighed. Damn him. He walked to the door and opened it. "Lovi!" he was attacked with a hug. "Why have you been avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?"

"Wrong? HELL YEAH YOU DID!" Lovino yelled pushing him away.

"What?"

"Mrs. Goldstein! I saw her name on that buzzer of yours the day she died! Explain. Now. Or I'm calling the police." Antonio's face shifted into a serious expression. He turned around, closed and locked the door.

"Is your brother home?" He asked.

"N-no."

"Good, sit down." Antonio pulled him into the living room, and looked at him for a moment. "Ok, now listen. What I'm about to tell you, is secret and stays between you, me, Alfred, Kiku, Francis, Arthur, Ludwig, Gilbert, and Matthew. We're all Grim Reapers." Lovino's jaw dropped "I was born in 1458, and I 'died' in 1483."

"What! So… What?" Lovino was dumb founded.

"Do you believe me?" Antonio asked.

"I don't know! And even if I did… You lied to me about your past!"

"No, I just didn't tell you everything. What I told you is true, save for some bits in the middle. After my brother kicked me out, I was detained by men of the Inquisition and I was sentenced to death for blasphemy. Along with my lover at the time, a Dutch man named Lars. Now, Lars and I weren't in love. We were in lust. The man was sexy, but I wanted nothing other to do with him.

"So reapers like me, are only given the choice when we die before our time. As in, I died before I was supposed to, and because you can't bring people back to life I was offered this job and I took it. So here I am. An immortal reaper."

"Prove it." Lovino said. Antonio sighed and stood up.

"Alright…." Antonio stood there for a moment, before he lit up into flames. Lovino jumped back, but the flames were gone and left Antonio unharmed… Only now he was dressed in a white flowing shirt, black pants and boots, he know had a pony tail and a black hat with red ribbons on one side, and a red over coat. But most importantly… He was holding a giant, sharp battle axe.

"Jesus!"

OMAKE~

Antonio screamed in agony. He just wanted it to stop. Too die, and be relieved of this pain. He screamed, and screamed and finally… Finally, relief came. His body fell limp, and he could no longer feel or move… Everything seemed to be dark as he lay there on the floor. He felt a sharp pain, but it faded and he was pulled up…

But…. Without his body. Antonio stood there completely naked, and transparent. He looked at the person who had helped him up. He was a few inches shorting than himself, sandy blonde hair and wore a long black robe.

"Ello, Antonio." He spoke in English. Antonio suddenly found himself knowing what he was saying… In fact… He could now speak every language

"Hello." HE said smiling at how the language fell out of his mouth with ease. "Who are you?"

"My name is Arthur, and I'm a Grim Reaper, and I have an offer for you." Arthur said.

"What would that be?" Antonio asked.

"You just died, before your time. So, would you like to be a Reaper like myself?"

"Yes! I'm not ready to die." Arthur nodded.

"Alright then." And with that, Antonio looked down at himself. He was wearing a pirate outfit, and it fit him nicely.

"This could work." A battle axe was drawn to his hand. "This could work well."

OMFG I FAIL. I'm sorry… It'll get better…. I promise!