Chapter One

Knock Knock
He pulled the covers further over his head, groaning and hoping the disturbance would soon fade away.
Knock Knock Knock
He mumbled a few curse words under his breath, trying to bury himself deeper in the sheets
Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock
He finally sat up, pushing the covers back angrily
"What the ever living fuck do you want?!"

Roderich took that as his permission to enter. "Well aren't you a ray of sunshine." Lovino pinched his temple in annoyance "It's too early for this shit Roderich." "Its one in the afternoon." the older man corrected. tossing a heavily decorated box next to the prince on the bed. "Be grateful I let you sleep this atrociously late."

Lovino looked at the box confused before finally lifting the lid to reveal a stunning blue suit. With golden embroidery and a white silk dress shirt. He nodded his head in approval. "Nice... who ever wears that is gonna look top notch. I'll give you that." He lazily tossed the top of the box back on, and laid back down in the king sized bed.

Roderich let out a loud, long sigh. "Lovino. Please. Can we not do this today." "I'm not going." "The entire ball is for you!" "I never asked for one, so I have no idea why you bastards planned it!" Lovino snapped. "Because" Roderich pulled back the sheets completely. Exposing Lovino to the cold air. "Since you don't seem to have someone on your arm like your brother, you need a little push in the right direction. You're going to be 18 soon Lovino, and you will not be given that crown until you have someone to rule by your side." He had made his way across the large room, opening the thick curtains, letting light poor in. "I don't need anyone's fucking help, I can run things perfectly fine on my own. Besides, that stupid German isn't all that." "He's next in line for the throne of one of the largest and most important kingdoms in our region." "Yeah, but he's German." Roderich simply rolled his eyes. "Just go get changed please." He exit the room, giving a slight bow to Feliciano who was now entering the room.

Feliciano knocked on the door timidly, knowing how his brother was when he first woke up. "Fratello?" Lovino looked up from his hands where he had buried his face. "What Feliciano?" he barked. "C-can I talk to you please?" He felt his heart sink with guilt. He didn't want to be mean to Feliciano, the other boy just seemed to always catch him in his more bitter moods. He pat the spot next to him on the bed, gaining a wide grin from his brother.

Feliciano skipped over and practically canon balled onto the bed. He gasped when he noticed the contents of the wrapped box spill out. "Fratello! These are beautiful~! Ooo~ you're going to look so handsome and nice! Suitors will be just dying to meet you! Then they'll want to dance, and you'll gaze into each others eyes and instantly fall in love~ You'll get married and live happily ever after~ Doesn't that sound amazing fratello?" Feliciano chimed with a dreamy look in his eye's. The thought of it made his heart flutter. Lovino just rolled his eyes "Yeah, okay, sure. Whatever floats your boat. Now what did you want?" "Oh! Yes. Right, um, well you know how Ludwig will be accompanying me tonight?" "To my much distaste, yes." Lovino crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well I was hoping..."
"Yes?"
"That maybe..."
"Mmmhmm"
"You could possibly..."
"Go on."
"Maybe-"
"Oh for goodness sakes! Feli! Spit it out!"
"Could you please try to be nice to Ludwig!?" the other quickly spat out

Lovino's eye twitched "What" "Its j-just.. you're always so mean Lovino, a-and I want Ludy to feel comfortable and welcomed here-" "HOW ON EARTH DO YOU EXPECT ME TO BE NICE TO A POTATOE EATING BASTARD LIKE HIM?!" "P-please fratello~ I know you don't like him but...he means a lot to me. It would be just this once!" Feliciano wined and held onto his brothers arm. Looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. Lovino glared down at him, but was unable to keep his tough exterior for long. He let out a defeated sigh. "Fine.." he grumbled "But just this once, got it?!"

Feliciano cheered and wrapped his brother into a tight hug. "Thank you fratello~! Thank you~! Thank you~! Thank you~!" "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now get the hell off me so I can get changed."

His feet were sore, he was bored out of his mind, and all he wanted to do was yell at everyone to go home so he could finally go to sleep. Feliciano had been right about one thing. Suitors defiantly didn't brush him off or ignore him. All night, by both men and women, he had been asked to dance, had conversations and offered drinks. But none of them had even peaked his interest. They were all basically the same. Well kept pure breed's who thought adventure is going 5 gold pieces over their daily limit. And in all honesty, he knew none of them actually cared about him as person, he could tell from the way they would talk or the look in their eyes that they weren't really looking at him, but much rather a wealthy kingdom up for grabs.

He was getting tired of the pointless gossip, he was tired of being asked to dance every 5 seconds, and he was. Without a doubt. Most tired of seeing that stupid German wrapped around his brothers arm. He had been avoiding the two all night. Figuring that he didn't have to be nice if he wasn't talking to him or acknowledging his existence at all.

Gosh he loved loopholes.

The German had Feliciano practically around his finger. He had his brother giggling at everything he said, he had him by his side the whole night, he had him feeding him food for gods sake! But he still kept that same, smug, high class look on his face. I mean sure, Lovino had almost the same expression as well. But that was different.

Completely different, and you can not convince him otherwise.

"Lovino, how has the night been treating you?" he was startled a bit when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder, but quickly relaxed when he realized who it was. "Oh, just peachy Nonno." he said sarcastically with a giant fake grin. The older man just laughed it off. "See anyone that catches your eye?" "Let me think...no." "No?!" "No." "Lovino I saw you dance and conversate with countless people tonight! How have you not found someone yet?" "I don't know, maybe it's the fact that I'm being forced into this shit so quickly!" Lovino retorted back angrily. There was awkward silence between the two for a moment.

Romulus soon broke it and asked softly "Look at your brother..." He turned his attention to the middle of the ball room. Feliciano and Ludwig could be seen smiling and even (to Lovinos surprise) laughing as they slow danced. To anyone else, it was heart warming, the beautiful sight of true love. The small crowd silently gathered around them proved that. But to Lovino, it was just something to get his blood boiling again. "What about him?" he growled through gritted teeth. "Look at how happy he is. Look at how he's so much better off with Ludwig. See how he doesn't turn people away, how he doesn't automatically mark someone down as a liar or cheat. Now because of that...he's found true love...and I can rest easier at night knowing he's in very good hands." Romulus looked down at his grandson "Don't you want to be like him?"

Ever since, well, birth really. Grouchy and rude Lovino getting compared to his happy and go lucky brother wasn't anything new. Though it still hurt to see people prefer Feli over him, the pain had numbed down a bit over the years. He was use to being the disappointment. But for some reason, what his grandfather had said to him sent a sharp pain through his heart.

He looked up at the man with a both hurt and furious expression. "If you hadn't noticed, I don't sit around on my ass all day dreaming about my perfect boyfriend. Or skip around the hall throwing fucking flowers in peoples faces. I'm not a fucking airhead that makes friends with random people. I'm not god damn perfect." He was now facing his surprised Nonno, pointing his finger in the other man's chest. "And if you still. Honestly. Haven't noticed after 18 fucking years. I'll clear things up for you. I. Am not. Feliciano. Fucking. Vargas." without even staying to hear what Romulus had to say next, Lovino made a direct B line for the ball room doors. Making up in his mind that tonight was just a big train wreck.

Lovino had finally made it to the door, after pushing by a million people while not bothering to say excuse me. He had stopped and looked up when he heard some overly loud cheering. He was met with a sight that he most defiantly didn't want to see.

Ludwig on one knee, holding a small box in his hand.
And Feliciano shaking his head yes.

"Stupid, asshat, potato eating bastard!" Lovino screamed for what seemed like the millionth time. He had refused to go back into that ballroom and look at that disgusting German hold his brother in his arms and see a stupid ring on his finger. Nope. Instead he found much more joy in ranting around the hallways and kicking the wall. Mid rant, Lovino had squeaked a little.

A very manly squeak though. Yes. Very manly indeed.

He almost collided with an unfamiliar face as he rounded the corner. He clutched his chest and panted "W-what the fuck?!" "Oh! Your highness! My apologize." The stranger said with a bow. Lovino hadn't recognized the man before from any other party's Nonno usually planned. But he realized that he had caught the man a few times that night eyeing him down. Lovino just assumed he was too shy or something to come up to him. He wasn't half bad looking, so Lovino didn't see why. But he was in no mood to be playing Romeo and Juliet. "I didn't mean to frighten you-" "It's fine. What ever. Now move please." Lovino tried pushing past the man only to have his arm violently grabbed and himself jerked back. "I cant let you leave your highness." The man said almost darkly.

"What the fuck?! How dare you touch me! Let me go-"
"I just cant your majesty."
"I'm about to rip your damn arm off if you don't let go creep!"

Lovino attempted to run away, but that only resulted in him getting pulled further down the hallway. This guys was completely insane and there was no way Lovino was leaving with him. He finally had even brain to go ahead and attempt to cry for help.

"Nonno! Roderich! Feli! Someone fucking he-!" his screams were brought to a halt as a thick white cloth was brought to his mouth. He thrashing was slowing down and his eyelids were starting to feel like bricks. Once the cloth was removed, all he could manage to mutter out was a small and weak "help" before he went completely limp and everything went dark.

A/N: dun dun duuuuuuun