A/N: Whoa! I didn't expect this many reviews right off the bat! Thanks a lot you guys!
I'm sorry if you guys find my updating pretty slow, but I'm trying to keep from pressuring myself into getting it done in a week. This updating schedule is going better than my other story, I can tell you that. BelaLiech isn't as popular as a pairing! ;; Quite a sad day for a shipper.
Anyhow! I'm very sorry for forgetting to add translations at the bottom of the last chapter!
Note: Silvio is Portugal. I found it very sad to have Antonio as an only child, so out came Portugal He won't be around much. o u o;
On with the story!
"Who- What- Why- What?!" the Spanish teen shrieked, skittering backwards away from the other... thing at the end of his bed. It scowled and flipped him off, biting into the tomato once more.
"Choose one fucking thing to ask, idiot." it huffed, rolling its eyes in an exaggerated manner before focusing his- her?- attention back on the fruit in front of it. Antonio just continued to stare, dumbfounded and more than a little confused, trying to piece together exactly what had happened. One minute he was sitting there, chanting Pomodoro, the next there was a...
Holy shit, it was the kid! Holy shit, holy shit! It was still alive?! How-?!
"I thought you were dead!" he gasped, emerald eyes wide. The boy gave him a startled look mid-bite, red juice dribbling down his chin. He stared at him hard for a few moments, as if he was trying to recognize an old acquaintance before he finally scowled again and swallowed the piece of tomato.
"I don't even fucking know you." he replied, turning away from him to study the walls of his room. He stared at a picture of the Spaniard and his father for a few minutes before turning back to him, golden gaze cold. "So, are you my contracter or not?"
"Que?" he responded automatically, dark brows furrowing. What did he mean by contractor?
The small child didn't seem thrown off by the language switch, just rolling with it any repeated himself. "Are you my contracted or not?"
What was with this boy and asking about a contract? He wasn't hiring him for a job or anything!
A loud sigh was his response, along with a very slow eye roll. The boy (he assumed it was a male due to his voice, despite the pink maid's dress throwing him off) wiped his hands off on his blanket and crossed his chubby arms over his chest, hip jutting out to the side. "Listen up, idiota. You put on the rings and become my contractor. Simple as that. Even your pea-sized brain should be able to comprehend that."
"Rings?" he echoed, head cocked to the left slightly as he tried to process his words. He didn't recall seeing any ring in his box, and after another quick inspection, he came up empty. What rings? The letter said he just needed to put on the necklace...
"Feliciano's ring. My ring. The fucking rings." the little cross-dresser hissed, shoulders hunched up against his ears.
"Lo siento, but there were no rings." he apologized, giving a little shrug. It wasn't his fault that the rings weren't there, so he was somewhat confused by the sudden growl coming from the little boy. Why was he so angry with him? It wasn't as if he decided to hide them. There would be no point in that.
Lovino stomped his foot before turning around to storm to his box and flip it upside down, holding it above his head to shake it angrily. There was a clinking sound coming from within and he huffed in triumph, slamming it back on the ground. He shot a smug look over his shoulder at the Spaniard before turning his attention back on his case. He opened a small hidden compartment, producing one ring from within. "There is my fucking ring." he huffed, tossing it to him.
This boy has a pretty filthy mouth... Antonio thought to himself, studying the object that was pretty much thrown at him. It was just as incatrite and delicate as the designs on his case, the rose winding its way through the thorns before blooming over the metal of the band.
The doll was becoming increasingly impatient now, tapping his foot as he sighed. Finally he just stomped his foot and snapped, "Will you just fucking put it on already?"
Antonio jumped slightly, having been completely caught up in staring at the ring. He quickly slipped it onto his left ring finger, wincing when the metal bit into his skin. His eyes practically popped out of his skull when the thorns creeped up his finger and wrapped around it tightly, tiny rivulets of blood running down his finger. "What's going on?!" he shouted, trying to pull the ring off, only serving to get the thorns to dig deeper into his skin.
The other was shivering and trembling, blankets bunched up in his tiny hands. He sunk to the floor and sighed in satisfaction deeply, murmuring to himself in Italian.
"Chico...?" Antonio gasped after a long period of silence, his tone laced with pain from the ring. At least it had stopped bleeding...
"My name is Lovino." A significantly deeper voice answered him, startling the poor man. An older looking version of the boy from just moments before peeked up at him, looking extremely satisfied with himself. He stood, now seemingly a few inches taller than Antonio himself, and brushed himself off, wearing an odd-looking outfit. It looked like some form of a military outfit...
"Who..." he began in a daze, feeling as if this was some kind of a dream gone far out of control. The man smirked at him and snorted, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I already told you, I'm Lovino, idiota. Dio, don't you know how to listen?" Lovino was already becoming exasperated with his new master. Why did he have to get a moron this time? He already had to deal with it enough with his stupid little fucking brother...
Speaking of brothers... Where was his?
"Oi!" he exclaimed suddenly, glancing around, signature frown twisting his expression. "Where the fuck is Feliciano?"
"Feliciano?" the still-dazed Spaniard repeated, unsure of who he was talking about now. What the hell was going on? Was he drunk? He didn't remember drinking any wine... Maybe Gilbert slipped some weed into his food at one point... He barely caught the irritated snap of "My brother, stupid!" He was far too enveloped in his attempt at remembering any way he could be imagining this without just being plain crazy.
"Your brother...? But you're supposed to be a dead little boy... What is this ring...? Why did it do this...?"
A low groan was his immediate response and he frowned slightly, unsure as to why he was getting mad at him for being confused about this creepy ass situation.
"Dear God, you're a moron! I'm a doll, you made a contract with me by putting on the ring so I wouldn't be stuck as a child, and I'm using your energy to stay moving. Feliciano is my brother, the doll that looks identical to me. We're always sold together, so if you ave me, you must have him. Now, where is he?" The... doll?... explained quickly, hands balling up the material at his hips.
"What? Gilbert only gave me one... Wait, you're a doll? Dolls don't move!" he protested, shaking his head quickly. This was getting way out of hand!
"Yeah, well, I fucking do! And who the hell is Gilbert?! Does that bastard have Feliciano?!" the Italian shouted, advancing on the human with a snarl. "Get him back. Get him back!"
Antonio jumped slightly, hands flying up in surrender. "Fine, fine!" he exclaimed, going with the whole situation. It was probably a dream anyway, so why not indulge his mind? He would wake up in the morning and the case would just be sitting there with a regular old doll in it. He could give it to Francis and everything would be fine. He quickly pulled out his cell phone and dialed his albino friend's number, waiting to hear him pick up. Lovino glared at him the entire time, the rage practically rolling off of him in waves.
"Gilbert? Yeah, hola, it's Antonio!"
A pause followed by embarrassed laughter.
"Si, si, I know you have caller I.D."
Another pause, the Spaniard rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Well, I was wondering if Ludwig would mind giving me the other doll...?"
He coughed quickly after, heat rising in his cheeks.
"Please just tell me if he still has it."
He paled and gave Lovino a panicked look, causing the doll to growl viciously.
"He... He went to Germany... With the doll...?"
A loud curse was heard in the background of Antonio's room, peaking the Prussian's interest.
"No one is here. It was just the television. Um, could you possibly tell me when he comes back...?"
"Come back now with my brother!" Lovino shrieked in the background, causing Antonio to jump once more and turn away from the raging Italian.
"No one is here! Thanks Gilbert, adios!" he said quickly, hanging up before turning hesitantly to the ranting man behind him. The doll shot him the dirtiest look he had ever saw and snarled, face red with fury.
"My brother is trapped in Germany with a stranger?! If we don't get him back here, you and his fucking contractor are going to die, morons!"
His dreams were obviously getting far more complicated than he had dealt with before.
Maybe it was time to see a shrink...
"And we'll dance on your fucking graves!"
He pulled out his phone once more and unlocked it, dialing a number as he turned away from him once more.
"Yes, hello? I would like to talk to Dr. Myers, please..."
Translations:
A bientot! - See you later! {French; Chapter 1}
Pmodoro. - Tomato. {Italian; Chapter 1}
Que? - What? {Spanish}
Idiota. - Idiot. {Italian}
Lo siento. - I'm sorry. {Spanish}
Chico... - Boy... {Spanish}
Dio. - God. {Italian}
Hola. - Hello. {Spanish}
Si. - Yes. {Spanish}
Adios! - Goodbye! {Spanish}
