A/N: I am so Sorry! School is quite annoying and mum plans too many things, so no down time for me. This is finally where the romancy stuff starts...

She loved the beat, it was it was always soft but made you want to move, but it was a secret love, or else, she would never hear the end of it from her sister. Lovina was sneaking out, very early, like 5:30. She walked on the wooded paths towards the Ropes course. The weak morning light gave everything a creepy gleam, add in the fog off the lake and that equaled a scared Lovina. She plugged into her ipod and looked at the ground, trying to avoid looking at anything.

It's fucking creepy in the morning….

A stick snapped behind her and she whipped around, only to be greeted by nothing.

God damnit!

She began jogging towards the pavilion in the middle of Ropes meadow. Upon hitting the grass, she was reminded of how much she hated the morning. One of the things she hated most about Camp Clearwater was the dew. Apparently, every night, all of the angels above the camp, were PMSing and watching the Notebook, because there was no way you were going to walk through the grass without getting wet. Lovina murmured every curse word she knew, as she trudged her way to the Coya Knutson Pavilion. The meadow itself, was perfectly mowed as ever, but that didn't stop nature from slowly creeping in on the sides. The edges were alive with wild flowers, raspberries and blackberries. She stopped walking and watched a butterfly float away from a Black-Eyed Susan.

Well why the fuck not? My shoes are already wet….

She walked along the edge in the high grasses and picked the sweet berries. They were ripe and tasted like sunshine. She sighed.

By the time she got to the Pavilion, she had filled her bandana with berries. As soon as she stepped into the small shelter, she took off her shoes and socks, wincing at the cold concrete and letting the shiver run through her. Lovina sat down a second before picking up her backpack (She had set it by her shoes) and pulling out the speaker. She took out her headphones, and connected the Ipod to the tiny speaker. Instantly the music poured out. It was calming, the clapping, guitar, and Cajon… She closed her eyes and let the music take her.

Lovina kept her eyes closed as the sound of heavy breathing hit her ears. Maybe they won't notice me… Aw they are going to fucking notice me! Shit… She kept her eyes closed tightly, as though it would block out the embarrassment or the blush crawling up her neck. She felt the vibrations as the person walked towards her, slowly, stopping at the table with her Ipod, to turn up the music.

Her secret was louder now, and the person continued forward, until a smell hit her. It was cinnamon, sugar, sunshine, carnations, the sea, cold metal, tomatoes and sun baked stones, it smelled like Antonio. The blush was now on her face and getting darker by the second.

A warm hand grabbed hers and spun her. She kept her eyes tightly closed. Another hand was now settled on her hip. Her Flamenco, had become a tango. She squeezed her eyes tighter as she felt him close in. He was warm, not sweaty warm, just warm.

She sighed again. Why should I fucking fight? There is not even a point…. I should just give i- NO NO NO! NO BRAIN! She tensed.

"Lovina, you can't dance when you are rigid… Relax…" A soft voice whispered near her ear.

"I know Dammit!" She yelled.

There was silence. She liked it that way. They continued dance, Lovina never once opening her eyes.

She kept them closed as Antonio guided her over to the bench. She sat and listened as he turned off her music. A small sigh escaped her lips.

"Antonio… Please don't te-" She was cut off as warm lips met hers. She kissed back.

That was the one thing she hated about Antonio…

The fact that she loved him…

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Gilbert was very pleased. He was pleased, because Antonio and Lovina finally got over themselves and got together. It made him smile, he noticed the same expression on Elizaveta's face, except hers was a lot creepier. He sighed… He better warn Sakura about the new Manga request… Just as Arthur burst into the dining hall. He was on the verge of tears, a few had crept down his cheeks. Francis and Alfred were the first ones up.

Alfred ran over to him. "What happened Arthur?"

The boy just scrunched up his face, trying hard not to let the hiccups escape. Francis had arrived blocking him from view and hugging him. Alfred frowned and gave a look the center table. Gilbert was up immediately, even though him and the grumpy brit were very different, they were still good friends. He joined the little huddle. Francis was cooing in French, trying to calm the teen down. Gilbert just then noticed all the stares and nudged Alfred. Alfred gave him a questioning look and Gilbert, who gestured to discreetly to the campers. Alfred's mouth slipped into an O shape and he backed up from the huddle.

"Hey campers!" All attention was on him instantly. "Madeline will now sing a song!"

The Canadian counsellor growled and stood up, understanding it was needed. All eyes were on her as she began. Gilbert grabbed the brit and frenchman and dragged them away as Alfred ran behind and they all exited to the chorus of "Canadian Please".

They stopped once inside the safety of the woods. Francis detached himself from the teen, who looked horrible. His eyes were red and puffy and his normally pale complexion was deathly white.

"Arthur… Can you tell us what happened?" Alfred asked as though talking to a spooked mare.

"W-well, uh… I was w-walking to b-breakfast…" He stopped and took a steadying breath. "When I realized I f-forgot my tea tin. So I went back into the cabin and…" He broke into tears again. "My b-bunk… Quilt…" Francis patted him on the back and led him to the stairs where he sat him down.

Gilbert's eyes narrowed in anger and he looked at Alfred who nodded, tapping Francis on the head before walking towards the cabin. It was Gilbert who walked into the cabin first. All of the bunks looked like they should, messy, clean, OCD order or disaster area, all except one. Arthur's, who was a very neat person, looked like a tornado had hit it. Books were lying on the floor devoid of pages, all of his clothes had been ripped out and some shredded, his pillow was empty as the feathers were everywhere, but at the very center, was something that was supposed to be the crown jewel. Arthur's beloved quilt, the one he had made himself, had a huge X cut in it. Gilbert growled.

"They are not going to get away with this…." He muttered and Alfred nodded solemnly. Gilbert looked at the wall, and that was when he saw that someone had defiled the Brit's Union Jack. It was written in the same blood like substance. It read:

"There is no sword in the stone, Once and Future King. History repeats itself and Morgana is Rising."

Gilbert had no time for shock, because the door burst open revealing a very pissed off Francis and a beaten Arthur hiding behind him.

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Ludwig loved to watch her. Her form was always perfect, arrows always went exactly where they were supposed to go. Today Sakura was with them. She was still working on aim, but she was much better than him. The bow just felt awkward in his hands, they had tried different types of bows; compound, long, recurve, Mongolian and so many more, he couldn't remember all of the names right. They were at the barn again, it was their lunch break and Feliciana was trying unsuccessfully to teach him how to aim… Again. The girl's smile dropped for just a moment when the arrow almost hit Sakura. It was back almost instantly. "Ve~ Why don't we take a break and eat lunch. I made it!" She sang and Sakura hung up her bow and headed for the basket sitting on the ground near by.

Ludwig sighed. "I'm sorry I am no good at this, Feliciana…"

The Italian just laughed. "Oh Ludwig! We can't all be good at the same things right?" She said taking his bow and hanging it up.

"Right…" He murmured.
"Oh don't be so grumpy!" She grabbed his hand and dragged him over to where Sakura had laid out a blanket. Feliciana plopped down next to the Japanese girl and scooped up the basket. "So I brought Spaghetti for me, Potato Gnocchi for you…" She paused to hand a container to Ludwig. "And I attempted to make Ramen for you, Sakura, but you'll have to tell me what you think!"

The Japanese girls nodded in thanks, taking the Ramen from the overexcited Italian girl. Ludwig just smiled lightly at the exchange. Feliciana was now distracted and talking about a project she did on WWII during the school year. Sakura nodded at the right times and interjected things and Ludwig just watched, eating his pasta, which turned out to be quite delicious. There was another lighting quick conversation change and this type, Ludwig's interest was piqued.

"Arthur was very sad…." Sakura nodded.

"I heard that Gilbert and Alfred are out for blood. I also heard that they are threatening Arthur, just as they did Alfred? I wonder why those two though, everyone seems to like them…" Feliciana jumped up in excitement, before sitting back down just as quickly.

"Ludwig Ve~ What do you think?" Ludwig shrugged.

"I don't know why they are being targeted, but if they are messing with people, they better prepare themselves for redemption." Sakura's eyes glinted dangerously and Feliciana's aura began to darken.

"La vendetta è dolce." She whispered, before brightening once more.

"If I find out who did it, I'll be sure to smash their face in!" She said smiling sweetly and imagining the horror.

"Hai." Was all the Japanese girl said. Ludwig looked them in slight horror, that was until Feliciana got up to chase a butterfly. As soon as she was gone Sakura scooted closer.

"You better make your move soon Ludwig-san, Chun-Yan told me that a boy in her unit, Tim I think, has a thing for her. So you better get there first." She scooted away and watched the blush creep all the way to the German's ears.

Is it that obvious? There is no guide for this situation….

He righted himself. "I have no clue what you are talking about."

Sakura raised her eyebrows. "Yes, and I am Swedish."

Ludwig just sighed and looked at the clouds. It was silent. Until he broke it.

"Sakura?" "Hum?" "What time is it?" He could hear her checking her watch. "It is about 12:45." Ludwig shot up.

"Verdammt! If we leave right now we will still be late." The Japanese girl stood up and began stuffing all of the picnic stuff back in the basket.

"I will go find Feli." He stated and began to jog towards where she had chased the butterfly. He called out for her. "Feliciana! It's time to go!" He heard a rustle and then a singing. Italian opera.

"Ludwig! I found the butterfly!" She spoke the truth, because there in her hair, like a clip, was the butterfly. It sat still until, fluttering up to perch on her unruly curl, before fluttering away.

"It was so pretty!" Ludwig nodded.

"Am I pretty?" She turned to the blonde, eyes full of hope. His blush began to bloom once more, before he choked out an answer.
"Yes Feliciana."

She smiled and began skipping away while humming a light toon. He stood there a moment before following. What the hell was that?

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Madeline had thought she had seen some pretty sad things in her time, but this took the cake. It was night time. Everyone was in their bunk, except, Feliciana who was chattering at Elizaveta in her bunk and Chun-Yan, who she had not seen since lunch. Madeline was personally reading a few chapters of Pride & Prejudice, Arthur had lent it to her. Sad, it's probably the only book of his, that is still standing… She mulled this thought over in her head. Sad… She decided.

Suddenly, the door slammed open, revealing Chun-Yan. A very beat-up limping Chun-Yan. She limped to her bed and sat down, appearing to catch her breath and take a drink of water, before noticing all eyes were on her, but one pair was especially hard. Sakura crawled off of her bed. "Jie Jie, what happened?" Her voice devoid of emotion. "I set things right, and sent a bastard to jail." Sakura growled, a very strange thing for the usually very calm girl. Madeline set her book down and leaned back to watch.

"CHUN-YAN! We can take care of ourselves! WE CAN FIGHT OUR OWN BATTLES!"

Chun-Yan looked like she was going to explode. "HE. WAS. RAPING. HER."

Sakura was taken aback. "W-what do you m-mean?"

Chun-Yan sighed and began to undo the complicated buttons on her shirt. "Exactly what I said. There are somethings you need a little bit of help solving. He was abusing her. No one abuses my family and especially not her." Sakura was silent as she climbed down from her bed and helped Chun-Yan out of her shirt.

Madeline watched curiosity piqued.

She expected the Chinese girls skin to be perfect, because it was always covered. It was the opposite, even though she only revealed her back, it was littered with scars. Small ones, huge ones, that were still puckered, one that started at her shoulder and went to her lower back, Sakura traced that one. There was one that obviously went around her neck, as though she had been choked, almost every inch was covered with them. Sakura ducked into the little alcove her bed made over Chun-Yan's and pulled out a first aid kit. Examining the new cuts on her back, Madeline saw tears in the younger's eyes. Chun-Yan stood up and turned to her, showing the world her chest and stomach, both of which were also completely covered in scars.

She hugged the Japanese girl. "Don't cry… I've had worse and you know it… I don't need stitches this time…" The Japanese just cried harder and Chun-Yan hugged her. "Would it help if I told you what happened?" The girl rubbed her eyes and nodded.

Chun-Yan turned to the rest of the room. "Well don't even pretend, come and sit down, you can join story time too aru." Madeline jumped off her bed and leaned against Feliciana's bed, next to said Italian. "Two weeks ago, when Mei came late to stargazing, I noticed she had bruises and cuts, not natural ones, knife ones. I snuck out and followed her to her "Boyfriend's" house and waited until they left and then set up cameras. I watched for a few days and saw things that should have never been done." Her eyes hardened. "Tonight I dressed up like Mei, and went to his house. He let me in. He didn't even notice the difference." Her eyes looked murderous. "Then, when I had just got there he tried to touch me." She looked like she was about to throw up. "So I took off the disguise and kicked his ass, he didn't go down without a fight, also he had a knife." She gestured to the cuts on her face.

"Then I tied him up, left a video of the stuff he did and called the cops." She suddenly looked tired.

"I am going to go now… Maybe have Amelia help me out…" She grabbed a loose t-shirt, that showed off the scars on her arms, grabbed the first aid kit and walked out.

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Ivan knew it was wrong, but he had followed her. To her cabin from the cab that dropped her off. Chun-Yan seemed off when they were working together and he was determined to find out why. When he saw her emirge from the cabin, he followed her. He watched as she dashed silently towards the Dining hall. He followed her in. She slipped into the girl's bathroom and that's where he stopped. He listened to running water and a small groan, that's when he knocked on the door.

"Chun-Yan, can I be doing the coming in?" He asked silently cursing his broken english.

"WHAT THE HELL IVA… Well I guess, there is no one else in here with me aru…"

Ivan slowly pushed the door open. There was Chun-Yan looking into a mirror, face scraped up, wearing an oversized t-shirt and just staring. As Ivan approached, he noticed the scars that covered her arms, the thick scar around her neck and that the t-shirt was one of his. She finally turned to him, revealing the blood on her face.

"Sit down, We will fix this and then you will explain da?" He said picking her up and setting her on the counter.

He opened the first aid kit he had noticed next to her and began cleaning up her face. "I'm sorry I got blood on your shirt aru… I was leaving quickly and it was the loosest thing I could find, you left it at the waterfront a few days ago, I was going to give it back…" He nodded and continued cleaning.

"You may need stitches…" Ivan said upon uncovering the cut.

"No I won't it's not as deep as it looks."

He shrugged. "Do you have any more cuts? New ones?"

She sighed. "Yes… Give me a second aru." she pulled off the shirt she stole from Ivan and turned around.

Ivan blushed at the sight of her in just a sports bra, but when he saw her back, he paled. It was like a gruesome masterpiece, scars decorating more scars, covered by blood and two fresh, soon to be scars. She saw his face in the mirror and cringed.

"Do you want to hear the story as you clean up?"

"Da."

She took a deep breath and began. "I will start at the beginning. It all started with a car crash. My parents died, and no one would take me, I refused to go into child services, so I lived in my mansion all alone, until one stormy night when I saw a girl my age crying and running down the street, I invited her in for tea, and she told me a story of child neglect, because she was a girl. I offered her a place to stay, and that is how Sakura came to be my sister. Next, I found a girl a few years younger being beat by a gang of high schoolers, I beat them back and offered a hand, that is how Nam became my sibling. I found a boy around Nam's age diving for food in some dumpsters, and I offered him a home, and that is how Thai came to live with me. I found a boy with a horrible fever and I took him home, he stayed and that's how Im-Soo became my sibling. I met a girl at school whose father was a drunk and abused her. So she came with and that's how Mei became my sister. Lastly was the twins, they were left at their private school, parents never to return and I offered them a loving home. They took it. My house had three rules. 1.) Don't get hurt… Hospitals require parent signatures. 2.) Don't get in trouble at school, that requires parent meetings. 3.) Everyone is Welcome." Ivan watched as her eyelids fluttered. "I will always fight to protect my family. Just as I did tonight."

She whipped around and jumped off the counter before she opened her eyes. "They are the only thing I have."

Ivan stepped forward and enveloped her in a hug. He could feel her apprehension, but slowly she relaxed and wrapped her arms around his waist. They stayed that way for a while. He tracing scars and rubbing new bandages and her just leaning into the touch. He pushed back first. "Even the warriors need to be protected…"

He kissed her head and she blushed. "You don't have to…"

He cut her off.

"I choose to. Now it is late and we can discuss this more in the morning." He grabbed her hand and the First aid kit and together they disappeared into the night.

Translations:

La vendetta è dolce - A Sweet Revenge

Verdammt - Damnit!