Chapter 10

Yes, well so another delay…. But that's me, always lazy, at least when I'm not starting 100000 things in the same time and then not finish any of them. However, today I am determined to update! :))))) So here's the outcome:

Late next morning

The Laboratory door swung open slowly and Lukas hopped in, exhausted. He glanced around and saw his Romanian colleague already at his desk. The vampire's quill had been bewitched so that it was writing on its own, filling the papers on his stack, while his head was onto the desk, hat askew, and he was sleeping profoundly. However, he jumped up startled when the Norwegian cleared his throat.

"Oi! Didn't see you there!" he exclaimed. "You don't look too good…"

"Gee thanks, neither do you, mate! Rough night, huh? Maybe… give a hand?" the blonde asked.

Dragos stood from his desk and picked up the rabbit in his arms."Yeah, and just for the sake of keeping it PG-13, don't ask any details and I won't either…" The poor thing looked quite awful, with one ear flattened awkwardly and dried bits of stew stuck in its badly ruffled white fur.

"As if all the crap he'd done wasn't enough, the damned troll chased me on the way from the kitchens and since I'm not used to these legs I took a nasty tumble on the stairs… And then I had to hop all the way up here, it was a nightmare!" the Norwegian complained.

The vampire filled up a bowl with water and warmed it with a wave of his wand. "My story is much shorter – he lured me into Alfred's bedroom and locked me in there…" he said gently placing the small animal inside and rinsing him clean.

"That's nasty! And I have a feeling we haven't seen the half of it… Say Dragos, you have a good heart…" Lukas said tentatively.

The vampire's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Really? Who said that?" he muttered, now wrapping the rabbit in a clean towel.

"I do! You've always helped me… and I happen to know that a certain Italian did not make it into Master's stew either…"

The Romanian grimaced nervous. "Um… how do you know that?

Lukas rolled his eyes. "Well who else could have punched me with a stupid white flag? Anyway… I might have messed this whole thing with the love potions… See last night I had just made a new one, very powerful, but it got spilled into the kitchen. Not into Arthur's stew as I hoped but it's still possible for the vapors to have some weird effects. Not to mention that it turned out that the recipe was from a magic jokes shop… But you won't tell anyone, will you?"

"No. But listen, mate, you need to give up on this, it's clearly not going to work… We won't be rid of Arthur with that kind of crap"

The white rabbit nodded. "Yes, I've got that alright… So give me a kiss?"

"Tch!" the vampire shook his head but still leaned and placed a small peck on the Norwegian's small pink nose. "Now stay here and don't do anymore shit! I'll go see whatever the fuck the troll is up to now!"

-x-

Meanwhile, on the second floor

Alfred stepped out of his bedroom, still stretching his arms with a satisfied grin all over his face. Unfortunately for him, the next second he had a totally unawesome encounter, which instantly wiped the smile off his face. Gorgog, a.k.a the misshaped, grey skinned, crooked teethed, hairy, stinky and cross-eyed troll, popped out of nowhere and giggled malevolently.

"Boo!" said the troll, while Alfred turned on his heels and ran away screaming.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! There is a monster in the house! It's so big and ugly and it stinks and it's so fucking uncool and unawesome, what the fuck dude, what the fuck, save me Iggy, save meeeeeeeeeee!" he yelled running straight into the Englishman who had come out of his room as well, and knocking him of his feet. Upon impact, the wand dropped from his pocket and Arthur fell on his behind right on it, snapping it in two.

"MY WAND!" the wizard roared. "YOU BROKE MY WAND YOU BLOODY IDIOT!"

"I'm sorry, Iggy, but there's a-" the American whimpered, but the troll had already disappeared. "Owww!" he cried when his older brother slapped him across the face as hard as he could.

"WHAT THE FUCKEST FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

-x-

Obviously! Once more the troll is nowhere, but not to worry, he'll probably show up at worst moment possible…

"Hey, you didn't happen to see an ugly, stinking troll around here, did you?" Dragos asked, poking his head into the kitchen.

"No I did not but I was wondering…" Nikola replied. "Do you think the troll likes yoghurt? This is my favorite and I had to wait for three days until it was properly-"

"No, I think he's into more consistent stuff than yoghurt, like you for example…" the Romanian muttered. "Is there any chicken soup left? I'm hungry…"'

The Bulgarian shook his head (which actually means yes, btw). "What is the matter, Roro? You look upset"

"Well if I wasn't upset I am now! Did I not tell you not to call me that, Bubu?" the vampire jumped. "Oh, everything is wrong! I have no freedom, my magic isn't helping, this whole troll affair is just awful and my love life is a mess!" he then added in a dramatic tone.

"Mess meaning you don't have any?" Nikola asked scratching his head.

Dragos pinched the bridge of his nose. "Oh, hell, I've got plenty, except it's fucked up beyond belief! Imagine that – I love Elizabeta, she's the only one I've ever wanted, but did I get anywhere with her? No! Instead, I've ended up kissing three different men in the past week – one of which is my cousin, another has beaten and fucked me and the third was currently transformed into a rabbit!"

"Oh… that's pretty bad" Nikola concluded, agitating his yoghurt jar. "Maybe I should be thankful that I'm not getting that much attention…" Then he popped open the lid and the white cream splashed them both in the face.

Right then a loud rumble was heard in one of the adjacent storage closets where Feliciano and Elizabeta had hidden in fear of Lukas the evil rabbit, and they both fell through the door as it swung open.

"Veh, cousin, we didn't interrupt, did we?" the Italian said, pointing at the yoghurt on the vampire's face. "Looks like you were going for the fourth man…"

"Damn it, Bubu, your timing is perfect…" his cousin muttered, his gaze trailing to Elizabeta, whose face was flushed and angry.

"What do you mean you kissed your cousin? How dared you?! HE'S MINE!" she yelled, eyeing them both in a way that made it impossible to guess who she was really addressing.

The Romanian cleared his throat, wiping the yoghurt off his face. "Elizabeta, can I have a word with you?"

The Hungarian crossed her arms, still looking somewhat upset. "Very well. What do you have to say for yourself?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow. All she could do was gasp when Dragos took her in his arms and pressed his lips against hers in response.

-x-

Nikola pulled Feliciano outside the kitchen to give them a little privacy, and they both ran face first into the troll, who was waiting and chuckling. The Bulgarian passed out instantly.

"Plushie! Big, fluffy plushie, just for me! Yaay!" the Italian chirped happily and jumped right into Gorgog's arms. "You're so cute, cute, cuuuuuuuuuuuuuute and I love you!" he added and the troll embraced him too.

*Sigh* This was my romantic side, I hope it didn't shock you for life or anything! Anyway, as soon as you come back to your senses, don't forget to review!