Here it is finally! Sorry about that guys. Everything is fixed now! :D

I do need to say this though. While I appreciate your comments to me about how the play chapters where fine on creativity, I do not appreciate that at least one person went a little to far and verbally attacked the reviewer. That is taking it to far. They're another person just like everyone else. They make mistakes and sometimes you have to just let it go. No that was not suppose to be a pun.

So can everyone please just be friends? We can all get along.

Hope everyone had a good Monday ^^

The door to the classroom opened and a boy slid inside. He walked to a desk and set down a bouquet of red roses, then left. An hour later, the bell rang and the class began to fill with people. The Vargas brothers entered, Feliciano chattering away while Lovino ignored him. Suddenly, Feliciano cut off, staring at Lovino's desk in confusion.

Lovino scoffed and rolled his eyes as he walked over to it. "You're kidding me… Seriously? That damn tomato bastard can get even cornier? Now he has to send flowers? What am I? A fucking girl?"

The younger twin giggled. "I think it's sweet~."

"Whatever, dammit," Lovino retorted, then sat down as he tried to hide the flowers. "When that bastard gets in here, he's going to fucking get it!"

"Veh, I'll see you at lunch, fratello~!" Feliciano chirped, then skipped out of the classroom to head to his own first period.

Lovino rolled his eyes and waved as he leaned back and waited for Antonio and class to start, but not before sneaking a glance at the roses with a small smile on his face. He really did have the best boyfriend huh?

Antonio entered the room and sat down beside Lovino, smiling brightly. "Good morning, Lovi~!" he greeted. Spotting the bouquet, his smile dimmed slightly. "Who are those flowers from...?"

"I got bored and decided to buy them for myself," Lovino said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes, holding them out for Antonio to see. "What do you think, you stupid bastard? They're from you! Now knock off the damn game because I'm not falling for it."

Antonio's smile disappeared and he frowned. "I didn't get you flowers, Lovi..." He reached into his backpack and took out a bag of fresh ripe tomatoes. "I got you these from a little garden." He set them on the Italian's desk beside the flowers.

Lovino glanced at the roses and quickly set them aside as he took the tomatoes. "Weird…. Guess it's still something from that damn show… Remember all the stupid flowers I got then from random bastards?"

"Si," Antonio answered flatly, disliking the memory. He was glad so many people had liked Lovino's amazing performance, but he hated the fact that so many people them tried to hit on him. To feel better, he leaned over and kissed Lovino's forehead. "You still love me, though... right?" he asked.

Lovino snorted a little in laughter as he gave Antonio a slight smile. "Of course, dammit. Why the hell wouldn't I?" He got up and grabbed the roses. "Be back, bastard. Have to go get something out of my locker. Guess I can use these damn things to bribe my way out."

Antonio nodded, relief filling him. He smiled happily.

Lovino headed up to the teacher's desk, and just like he said he was going to, managed to charm and bribe his way out of the room and headed to his locker, after a quick trip to the bathroom, though of course, he wasn't going to tell Antonio THAT part.

When Lovino closed his locker, a boy was standing behind the metal door, staring at the Italian intensely. "Elsa..." he whispered.

Lovino yelped loudly in surprise as he jumped. "W-What the fuck?!" he screeched then glared at the boy with a slight snarl. "Fuck off, bastard," He snapped as he stomped past him back to his room, knocking the boy into the lockers, although not enough to hurt.

The boy stayed up against the lockers, watching Lovino leave. "Elsa... My dear, sweet Elsa... I know you're in there. That horrible boy has trapped you deep inside... Don't be afraid... I'll save you... Soon, my love... Soon we'll be together..."

After doing everything he needed to, Lovino headed back to the classroom, gently thunking Antonio on the back of the head with his book. "What did I miss, bastard?" he whispered as he sat back down.

The Spaniard grinned, sliding his notes towards the other.

Lovino looked over, quickly scribbled them down on his own notebook, then pushed Antonio's notes back to him. "Thanks, bastard," The Italian mumbled.

"De nada, mi querido~!"

Lovino leaned back and waited for the class, and hopefully school day, to be over with soon.

Since Lovino had returned, Antonio stopped paying attention to the lesson and instead turned and watched out the window, thinking hard and trying to figure out who could have sent the Italian the flowers.

After a long and grueling day of classes, Lovino sighed as he headed to the art room to pick up his brother. Feliciano's car was in the shop for maintenance and Lovino's own car was the only working one between them, forcing the two to share.

Antonio was back in the classroom, the teacher having wanted to speak with him about his issue of not paying attention.

A few feet behind Lovino, the boy from earlier was following him.

Feeling like someone was behind him, Lovino stopped then looked around before glaring back at the boy. "The fuck do YOU want, you bastard?" He spat.

"I want my Elsa..." the boy murmured softly.

Lovino scowled and raised an eyebrow. "The fuck are you talking about?"

"I know she's in there somewhere... Locked away... I will save my Elsa..."

Lovino rolled his eyes and started to walk off. "Well then you better fucking 'save' her from the horror that is online shopping. Buy a damn doll or something and leave me the fuck alone, asshole."

The boy reached out and grabbed Lovino's shoulder. "I will save her from you."

Lovino jumped then yanked his shoulder free, snarling at the boy. "WHAT the fuck are you talking about, you bastard?! The hell is 'saving her from me' supposed to fucking mean?!"

"You will see... I will save my Elsa..."

Lovino growled a little and flipped him off ,then ran to meet up with his brother.

Feliciano looked over when Lovino burst into the room. "Fratello? What's wrong? You look creeped out..." he said, standing up from his seat and quickly moving to his twin's side, worried about him.

"It's nothing, dammit," Lovino said quickly, turning to leave the room. "Now come on. Let's go home already. Or do you have more shit you need to do first?"

"Um, no, I have everything..." the younger said, suspicious of the other's rushing.

"Fine. Move it, dammit," Lovino said, then grabbed Feliciano's arm and dragged him out of the room.

"You're lying. Something is wrong," Feliciano stated firmly as he was dragged along. "I can tell. You usually aren't this rushy to get out of here even on a bad day."

Lovino frowned as he thought of a lie. "... Fine. You fucking caught me. I forgot to do this big assignment for one of my classes because of the play shit so now I'm getting the fuck out of here before my bitch of a teacher tracks me down. Now can we fucking go?"

Feliciano's eyes searched the elder's face for a moment longer before he smiled brightly. "Okay~!"

Lovino rolled his eyes as he started shoving Feliciano out the door, inwardly breathing out a sigh of relief at his brother believing the lie. He was just too easy to trick.

"So, when we get home, do you want to make pasta with me for dinner~?" Feliciano asked, bouncing towards Lovino's car excitedly.

"Guess so, dammit," Lovino shrugged as he walked to the car, opened it, and tossed his bag inside. He did a quick glance around to see if he had been followed out there.

"Yay~!" Feliciano cheered. He got into the car, not noticing his twin's searching look. The two took off and headed home. As soon as the car disappeared around a corner, the boy stepped from the shadows, watching after the car. "Elsa... I'm coming..."

Lovino trembled as he stared wide-eyed at his open locker, holding the door of it in his hand, the inside now covered in pictures of Elsa and pictures of when he was dressed like her during the play. There were also messages scribbled messily across the photos such as: 'I'm coming.' 'Remember my love, darling.' 'Death to the horrible boy keeping you away.' 'Come back to me, my love.' and 'I WILL bring you back.'.

Antonio was walking towards Lovino when he saw the trembling begin. He ran to his side, appearing instantly next to him. "Lovi, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly, wrapped his arms around the Italian teen and hugging him close.

Lovino jumped and yanked himself away with a loud startled yelp as he slammed the locker shut then shoved Antonio away. "F-Fuck off!"

"Lovi...?" he asked again, his voice gentle. "It's just me. What's the matter?"

Lovino flinched as he glanced away. "N-Nothing, dammit… Come on. We'll be late for class." He started walking off without waiting for Antonio to follow him.

The Spaniard frowned and followed him. Unbeknownst to the two, Feliciano had witnessed the interaction. Once Lovino had disappeared, the younger walked to his brother's locker and took out a lock pick. Lovino had taught him how to pick locks a few years ago and he had never used this knowledge before today.

Taking off the combination lock, he opened his twin's locker and gasped at what he found.

Ludwig, who happened to be walking down the hallway at the time, frowned when he saw Feliciano and walked over to him. "Feliciano? Isn't that your brother's locker? What are you doing…?" He frowned more when he saw the Italian's expression. "What's wrong?"

"Luddy... I think fratello is being stalked..." Feliciano whispered, turning to look at his boyfriend with wide, frightened eyes.

Ludwig frowned and moved to where he could see inside the locker, then scowled. "…. We'll have to go tell everyone else… especially Antonio. We need to make a plan about what to do." He slowly closed the door and began leading Feliciano to Lovino's and Antonio's classroom.

Feliciano clung to the German teen's hand. "F-Fratello is going to be okay, yeah?" he whimpered.

Ludwig glanced at Feliciano nodded. "Ja. We won't let anything happen."

The werewolf nodded, sniffing softly.

Ludwig walked into the classroom and coughed to get Antonio's attention. "Antonio….?"

Antonio, who had been deep in thought, turned towards them. "Si?"

"Er…." Ludwig awkwardly said. "Remember how Lovino has been for a while…? With how he's acting…? I think we know why…." He glanced at Feliciano to continue.

"Fratello's being stalked!" the Italian burst out. From down the hall, they heard Lovino scream. Without waiting a single second longer, the three tore from the room, sprinting as fast as they could towards the boy's bathroom.

Back with Lovino, the werewolf raced to class and sat down, doing a quick look around to make sure he wasn't being watched.

"Lovi, seriously. I'm worried about you. What's going on?" Antonio tried again, sitting in his seat next to the other.

"Nothing!" Lovino snarled as his eyes flashed gold for a second before he got up and dashed out of the room, running all the way into the bathroom and locking the stall door behind him as he sank down and covered his ears, trying to keep himself from losing control and changing.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the stall door. "Elsa... Elsa, you shouldn't be in here... What is that boy doing to you...? Are you safe...? I'll save you, love, do not be afraid..." It was the boy that had been following Lovino around.

Lovino froze up as his eyes turned gold. "S-Shut up! L-Leave me the hell alone! L-Leave me alone you freak! I'm NOT Elsa! I'll NEVER fucking BE Elsa! She's a fucking made up person! S-She fucking FAKE, you asshole!"

"She's real. You've trapped her. I'm going to save her from you."

"F-Fuck you!" Lovino yelled as he caught sight of his claws beginning to grow out and felt his teeth starting to grow.

"Give me back my Elsa," the boy hissed.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

The door into the bathroom was thrown open so hard, it nearly came off it's hinges.

"Lovi!" Antonio called, worry filling his voice as he rush inside.

Feliciano, only a few steps behind him, caught site of the other boy and growled, his eyes flashing gold as he recognized the scent that had been covering his brother's locker. "You!" he screeched, then tackled him to the floor, fury radiating from him. "Leave my fratellone alone!"

Lovino swallowed as he slowly unlocked the door and peeked out of it with one eye. "F-Feli….? A-Antonio….?"

"Querido! It's okay!" the Spaniard cooed comfortingly, slowly reaching out his hand to the teen. "I promise, everything will be fine. Come here, it's okay."

However, Lovino only trembled more and quickly shut and locked the stall door again. "J-Just... g-go away, dammit... Leave me alone!"

Feliciano growled as the boy struggled. His teeth and nails sharped into claws and fangs as he prepared to bite him.

Before he could, Ludwig reached out and pulled Feliciano back. "Nein."

The younger Italian panted, his eyes narrowed as he glared down at the boy beneath him, though he allowed Ludwig to keep him from attacking.

Antonio moved closer to the stalls until he stood just outside the one Lovino had hidden himself in. "Lovi, it's okay. It's just us. We can help you," he said gently.

"I-I… I can do this m-myself, dammit! I-I can fucking handle it!"

"Lovi... It's okay to be scared and to need help," the Spaniard murmured softly.

"No!"

Feliciano growled again, this time slamming the boy into the ground, knocking him out before he crawled away from him and towards the stall where Lovino was hiding, leaving Ludwig to look after the stalker.

Without hesitating, he slid under the stall door, coming face to face with his brother. He grabbed his wrist, holding onto him tightly. "You are not staying in here another minute," he spat, his eyes flashing. He kicked back, breaking the door's lock and knocking it from it's hinges and sending it flying back, smashing into the opposite wall as he dragged the other out.

"F-Feliciano! G-Get the fuck off me!" Lovino yelped as he clawed at Feliciano's hand accidentally scratching it with his clawed fingers.

The younger of the two hissed in pain but only tightened his grip, forcing Lovino to stumble after him even as blood dripped down his hand.

Lovino flinched at the blood and glanced away as he teared up. "P-Please….."

"No. You are not staying here any longer," Feliciano said sharply. He yanked Lovino past the unconscious boy, leaving Antonio and Ludwig in the bathroom, walking purposefully towards the doors. "I'm taking you home right now." Using another little trick Lovino had taught him, Feliciano pick-pocketed his brother's car keys.

He led his twin to the parking lot, unlocked the car, then shoved Lovino into the passenger seat, going around and getting into the driver's side. He started up the car and began to drive home, gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white as he silently fumed.

Lovino sat there while staring down at the ground, too scared to really say anything at the moment.

Finally, Feliciano broke the silence, his voice tense, sounding as though it would break at any moment. "Why didn't you say anything?"

Lovino flinched and looked out the window. "…. I t-thought I could fucking handle it…."

Feliciano clenched his teeth, his grip tightening. His voice trembled when he spoke now, the sound low and soft. "You have to stop doing things like this to yourself."

"… y-you're pissed now… a-aren't you…." Lovino stuttered in a small nervous voice.

"Yes. I am. I'm very pissed," Feliciano murmured, his tone remaining the same.

Lovino fell silent at that.

Neither boy said another word the rest of the way home. When Feliciano pulled into the driveway, he turned off the car, took the keys, then went around to Lovino's door. When the elder twin opened it and stepped out, Feliciano wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"I am mad. But I'm not mad at you," he murmured.

"Y-You're not….?" Lovino asked in surprise.

Feliciano shook his head. "No. It's not your fault this all happened. It's that creep's fault. Veh, fratello, I'm sorry if I scared you before, I was just so mad that I couldn't help it. I just wanna help you. Please let me... At least with helping you get better from this point on..."

Lovino blinked then glanced away. "…. Thanks."

"Ti voglio bene, fratellone."

"…. Ti voglio bene troppo…." Lovino mumbled back, then hugged Feliciano tighter and buried his face into his brother's shirt as tears ran down his face.