So out of the blue, they're saving yet another man from the other world. Fun, right? Sure, why not. So back to the cast!

By the way, I do not own Les Miserables. That's owned by Victor Hugo. The lyrics in the song are not owned by me as well. Just so you know.

/= [DAY 21] =/

After everything that happened, Charice had to drag Arthur to the auditorium while Matthew held the costume he was going to be forced to wear. Francis couldn't help but chuckle as Alfred was the one that was pulling in his enemy into the room. Nonetheless, he was forced to get into costume and poor Arthur was saddened.

As Charice forced him into costume, she realized that they were playing out the Prologue (which is a purely male scene meaning that Charice didn't have to be on today) and decided to sink into the audience next to Kiku as they worked on that scene. The music sounded…pretty interesting.

"Where're the lyrics for this?" She turned her head.

"Right here." Kiku lifted the packet in his hand. "Do you want to follow along?"

"I'll…try?" She stared at the packet. "If I figure out where the heck we are."

"We're right there, just so you know."

She turned her head to see that Rizal had come in to visit and had pointed out what they were doing. She really had to start paying attention. As they turned their heads back, they watched as the lights dimmed (she was sitting next to the light board…who knew) and a random soldier came in with the other men. She couldn't help but laugh at the fact that the soldier was being played by a Feliks look-alike (Kiku said that his name was Vash) and that Roderich was in the line. Rizal stared at the script in his hand as they started singing.

"Look down, look down…"

"Don't look them in the eye…"

"Look down, look down…"

"You're here until you die…"

"…this is creepy."

"It's basically about poverty in a prison." Kiku stated. "That's basically it. Not only that, but most of the cast has solos."

"Solos? That sounds nice…" She grinned.

Charice turned her head to see that the solos have kept going while they were talking. The four people that they chose for them were extremely interesting to say the least. Heck, one of them looked Danish! Kiku said that his name was Magnus. She liked that name, Magnus. Before she knew it, she saw Ludwig walk onto the stage with his script and what looked like to be a black cape.

Was Rizal blushing? She couldn't notice in the dark.

Again, his talent proved that he made the best damn Javert on the face of this planet as he called for Valjean to be dropped onto his feet. The whole scene screamed of pure awesomeness, and that was just radiating from Ludwig. Heck, he could sing the entire show on his own and still win the hearts of thousands of people. Wait…did she just classify Ludwig as a Gary Stu? Whoops.

The scene continued to a few filler stuff before the bishop came to confront Valjean. The thing that was strange was that it was a white-haired person with bright purple eyes. The casting made Kiku shiver, and she looked at the cast list to see who it was.

…Ivan…Braginski? So the bishop is Russian?

"Come in sir, for you are weary…"

"And the night is cold out there…"

"Though our lives are very humble…"

"What we have, we have to share…"

The fact that he could sing apparently surprised everyone in the room. That alone surprised Charice because…really, if he couldn't sing would he really be in the cast with a singing roll (look at Charice, for example!)? Whatever, so the scene went on to Roderich stealing silverware (obnoxious laughter can be heard from offstage), people being brought in to watch this, and Ivan saving his life by saying that the silverware is a gift. Apparently that changes his life for some reason…?

"This show makes no sense."

"That's because the casting makes no sense." Kiku answered.

"Well right now, the only one that makes sense is Doitsu-ki." She pointed out. "Cause he has a really good singing voice."

"That's the one thing I don't get from you, Charice."

"Eh?"

"You keep jumping between human names and your weird nicknames for them. Do you keep anything consistent?"

"No."

"At least you're honest."

"At least you asked."

That was basically the rest of the rehearsal…past the fact that Charice was so impressed she got deep enough in her Cute-Obsession mode to tackle glomp Ludwig on his way out. Unfortunately that didn't last long and she started screaming for someone to save her.

/= [MEANWHILE…] =/

"God, I can't believe how stupid this is…"

"Eh? What's stupid?

Alfred couldn't help but laugh at the fact that Arthur was being fitted for his costume despite the fact that he wasn't going to be onstage today, but what caught him off guard was that he was talking with such seriousness in his voice. He turned to him.

"I'm doing a play set in France…that bloody frog knows what to do to torture me…"

"Don't tell me that you're thinking a lot more romantic than that." Alfred winked. "Admit it: you're Eponine and I'm Marius! We don't end up together in the end, don't we?"

"I END UP DEAD FROM A GUNSHOT WOUND AT A BLOODY BARRICADE! BY FRENCH MILITIA!" He screamed. "It's embarrassing just to mention it out loud…"

"Well, think about it this way…" He leaned in closer. "You die in my arms."

"…so what?"

"Well…you came back to life in mine just a few hours ago." Alfred chuckled. "And we're technically together, aren't we? Doesn't that seem extremely ironic to you?"

"…s-shut up, bloody git…just because I kissed you doesn't mean I love you…"

"Well, just because I'm my own nation doesn't mean I've forgotten you." He saw Arthur dart his head up. "Same logic?"

"D-did Francis teach you all these phrases? Cause they're all horrible, Alfred."

"No…I can be a romantic, if I wanted to." He sat next to him. "…hey, we should practice."

"Practice what?"

"Your death scene, of course!"

"Excuse me?"

Before he knew it, both of them had dropped onto the floor and Alfred was cradling the Brit in his arms. He could feel him struggle underneath his arms, yet he knew when he was truly struggling: he was barely even trying at this moment. Alfred couldn't help but laugh at his feeble attempt.

"Are you even trying?"

"…shut up…I'm just tired…"

"Ah, one of these days…I'm going to snap you right into dere mode…how about this…?"

He lightly plopped a kiss on Arthur's lips, and as he pulled away he felt a light caress on his cheeks before the Brit smashed them back together. He had to admit: trying not to do this during the show was going to be difficult. As they pulled away, Arthur sighed.

"I guess I can let Feliciano have you for the shows that week…" He stated, a blush on his face.

"And I guess I can let you die for that week." Alfred smiled. "But you better come back to me afterwards, OK?"

"…all right."

/=+=/

The real filler comes tomorrow :D