True Rebellion

by galtan

Summary:

In a world where the tradition of swords are still being used. Ludwig and his floral bride,Feliciano,must marry each other in order to continue the religious tradition. However,things take a turn when their own international student council starts to act strange. Eventually they will start to question their existence. Will they leave their ancient labyrinth or continue to be stuck in the endless maze?

Notes:

Omfg I'm sorry to everyone who missed me. I hope you don't mind that I'm writing Hetalia. I'll make a list of everyone's human names so pls enjoy this

Chapter 1: A tale

There was once a young chibi. The chibi was alone,where no authority of figure was around. The young nation wept gently as he was alone and his knee was scraped. A brave and noble prince saw the chibi. The prince walked over to the chibi and kissed his tears. “my dear friend,you shall not cry now for I am here.” The prince wiped the chibi’s tears.

Many years went by and the prince had to go to war. The chibi gave the young prince his broom. The chibi and the prince exchanged kisses before the prince walked away with the army of knights. One day,a young french man with a beautiful face said to the chibi that his prince was no more.

Those events were long ago like history. Feliciano Vargas walks through the hallways of the school campus. Students in uniforms could be seen chatting with one another or sitting on the floor to do homework.

Kiku Honda and Ludwig were standing by the greenhouse of flowers. They were discussing some things about an upcoming dual that will soon take place in the school. Feliciano calls out to them “Deutsch, Nihon!” They turn their heads like a deer when it hears rustling noise.

Feliciano runs up to them “Ludwig! Kiku! Guess what happened before I got here!” Ludwig sighs like he's fed up with his own friend’s bullshit. “What is it this time?” Feliciano happily ranted to his friends about how he saw a girl's hand get bitten by a dog and how she screamed like her voice were shooting down planets all at once.

Feliciano’s words pass in and out of his friend's ears. As the Italian chattered, a young lady stood behind me. Feliciano turns around as he could feel her shadow hover over him. The lovely Elizabeta stood before him. She was popular amongst both the girls and boys in the school. With her natural beauty,it was hard not to envy or want to befriend her.

“Is it okay if I borrow Feliciano for a while? I promise it'll be for a few minutes” Elizabeta said. “Of course ma'am” Kiku bowed. Elizabeta smiled softly as she walks away with Feliciano.

Chapter 2: Floral bride

Elizabeta opens the door that led to an unused music room. Roderich stares out of the window, watching as the students participate in their morning club activities.

“Dear,feli is here” the Hungarian female spoke. The Austrian man pushed up his glasses before he spoke “Guten Morgen Italien,” “Guten Morgen Austria,” Roderich cleared his throat “Are you aware of the dual competition that's happening soon?” Feliciano nodded.

Roderich picks up a withered flower from the flower vase that stood by the dusty piano. “Some nations have a magical sword embedded in their chest, I'm sure you're aware of that” Feliciano nods his head again.

“Starting from today,you will be a crowned floral bride,” Elizabeta said. “Crowned floral bride, but madam Hungary, who's going to be my prince?” Feliciano questioned. “Germany,” Roderich answered without looking at any of them.

“Yes, from now on we will have you baptised. But not in a way you'd think,” the Hungarian woman spoke. The Austrian sighed, “we'll tell you on the day”

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Students crowded around the training room of the fencing team. Students in Lamés with their fencing swords as the other students stood around and watched. Female students all cheering for the lovely Francis Bonnefoy. A stereotypical romantic French man,the kind that would make a girl's heart faint.

The trio stood behind the crowd of girls as they gushed over him. A man with bushy eyebrows stood by the door. He wore the uniform of the student council with an armband of his country, England. As the girls all cheered and fangirl about Francis,the man with bushy eyebrows walked up to the German. “Deutschland,we have a duelling session later after school at 13:50. Make sure to be there”

Ludwig gulped down a saliva blob down his throat, “yes Arthur”. Arthur nods as he walks away.

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“Have you heard, have you heard?” They said, “there are two new floral brides!” “Two new brides?” “Yes,two new ones” the shadow in the twin braid said. “It sounds very stupid,do floral brides even exist?” The shadow in curls asked. “Yes, and the two floral brides are twins” “I thought those were myths” “no, and they're going to be two lucky bridegrooms to accompany them. I'm so excited to find out!” “Well,I guess I wouldn't blame you for wanting to find out”
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Chapter 3: The swords

Notes:

Prussia and Switzerland's here babyyyyyy

Ah,the lovely place of Kahei academy. A place of students to practise their talents while also taking their basic 4 main classes.

Ludwig bravely held his sword as he closed one of his eyes to focus on the metal aiming at his opponent, Gilbert,his own brother. A young student placed a flower on the front pocket of their uniforms. Once the duelists were both ready,a fancy student from Luxembourg blew his whistle.

At the moment,The two ran towards each other, the metal of their swords hitting each other during their duel. The other student duelists watch with their fancy binoculars, judging their every move.

The prideful Gilbert held his sword with great bravery like a teutonic knight. As the fight continued, the duelist watchers discussed their cons.

“Say, Ludwig is constantly improving don't you think?” “I'd say if his father was still alive, he'd be proud” “Gilbert is his usual prideful self. This is getting a little boring,” “yeah. Say Basch, when will you stop standing for neutrality? You have a violent nature so why won't just carry it out”

Basch sighed as he placed down his binoculars. “I don't think I can anymore, it's too risky Emma(Belgium). Besides,I already have a history of working as a mercenary. I don't think I need to continue that line of work anymore” The Swiss man said. Emma sighed, she rolled her eyes as they continued watching the duel.

The boring match finally came to an end as the flower on Gilbert's pocket was cut by his younger brother's sword. The petals fell to the ground as they panted heavily. The Belgian woman gets up and slowly walks away. "Hey, wohin gehst du?!” Basch yelled out. “Oh, nowhere. I'm just going to check on my brother, he's a drinker despite not having to reach the age of 18”

Basch scoffed. He turned his megaphone and placed it near his mouth. “DEIN DUELL IST ENDE, GEMACHT EINE PAUSE!” the Swiss man yelled out.

The brothers placed their swords in their respective places as they went to the break room. Students with badges and arm bands chatted and ate their food. It wasn't crowded but it was noisy.

Basch was chatting with his little sister as she loaded her gun. “Be careful with that thing when you carry it around” the Liechtensteiner nodded at his order as she held her gun like a soldier during the national day.

Basch nodded as he led his sister to the shooting range. Ludwig changed into his school attire. A young Welsh man walks up to the German brothers. “My friend, Arthur, has said that your brides will be ready by next week. They've already been assigned to you,”

“Tell your brother I said thank you” the younger German brother said. The Welsh man nodded and walks away.

Chapter 4: Cinnamon

Only three days had passed. Feliciano,along with his older twin brother Lovino, continued to train. Courtesy,ballroom dancing, organisation,horse riding…you name it. Those tasks were mandatory for a floral bride to learn.

Ludwig lies in bed next to his two friends, Italy and Japan. The German stares at the ceiling fan as it continuously spins as he only focuses on one of the blades.

“Feliciano…” he mutters.

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The sun had already risen. Kiku Honda sits in a cafe, two hours before school starts. A young Chinese man opens the door of the cafe. He was beautiful. Long brown hair in a ponytail.

The old cafe owner greeted him while preparing a customer’s coffee. “王耀,通常?” The cafe owner asked. “是的，谢谢,先生,” The old man then nodded as Yao Wang sat down just across from Kiku.

Yao sighs. Kiku eats his cinnamon roll. “Tch, you're getting fat-aru” Yao mutters. Kiku keeps quiet and chews on his food.

The old man places Yao Wang’s cup of coffee on the pick-up counter. “王耀!” The owner yelled out. Yao Wang takes his coffee and pays the old man as he walks back to the table.

Yao sips on it. “After school,I need to see Feliciano.” Kiku places down his cinnamon roll “why?”. Yao drank his coffee as he spoke “He needs to go through the final of his baptism-aru”. “Baptism? Isn't that where they spray holy water onto someone?” Kiku asked.

Yao: “not that baptism. They're going to place the last three swords in him along with his brother-aru”

Kiku: “Last three?! How many swords did you use?”

Yao: “That's something you'd have to ask Catholics and Eastern Orthodox about-aru.”

Yao finishes his coffee. He looks at his watch “we have to go, school will start in 30 minutes”. Kiku finishes his cinnamon roll before taking his bag and leaving the cafe along with Yao.

Chapter 5: Dance

2 hours after

Kiku sits in class as he listens to the teacher talk about the subject. Kiku felt half-dizzy as he stared at the whiteboard. The only thing that was keeping him from passing out was the “baptism” his brother mentioned.

“Swords,why swords?” Kiku wrote in his notebook. A long haired Belarusian woman sat just next to Kiku,she was just as beautiful as Elizabeta, just meaner than her. The lady gently plays with the orthodox cross necklace around her neck.

Kiku passes her note. The Belarusian notices it and quickly opens it. It read:“Is it okay if we meet later at the Eastern Orthodox church after school?”

Natalya, the Belarusian, turned to him and nodded. Kiku sighs in relief as he turns his attention towards the teacher.

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Ballroom dancing. “1,2,3,4,5,3,1,2,3,4,5,3,1,2,3,4,5,3,” Ludwig counted repeatedly. Ballroom dancing wasn't something he was familiar with,in fact, throughout his whole life,he had no idea how to do it.

Though he was born when the Teutonic order had already died,he was never taught things that were considered “fancy” despite his own country having a monarchy in the past.

“1,2,3,4,5,3,1,2,3,4,5,3,” he muttered. Francis Bonnefoy,the one leading him, was quite impressed by his seriousness. “Ah l'Allemagne, you're quite the natural” Francis complimented.

“FRANCIS GET OVER HERE!” Arthur Kirkland yelled out as he opened the door, causing Ludwig’s foot to step on Francis. “Ah!” The french man yelled out. “Angleterre! que veux-tu!” Francis said as he held onto his right foot.

“Do you not remember,we have to rehearse our coronation!” Arthur retorted. Francis let out a muffled cough as he tried to balance. “Ah,merci for informing me. Well then,bye bye Ludwig. We'll practise this after my rehearsal!” He yells out as Arthur drags him out of the dance studio.

Notes:

Hiii,as the story goes on. This will be written in two perspective

Chapter 6: Sunflowers

The bells rang to signal the end of the school. Natalya was in the locker room, changing into modest attire like one would do when they attended church. She steps out of the girls locker room, Kiku stood before her as if he was waiting for her(which he was).

Natalya takes his gloved hand and walks out of the school with him. They walked quickly and swiftly to the Eastern Orthodox church near their school.

As they walked,they heard the sounds of church bells. However,the pattern was different. It wasn't for the Eastern Orthodox wedding ceremony but instead a Catholic one.

“I’ve forgotten… today was *their* wedding coronation rehearsal” Natalya muttered.

“Whose wedding rehearsal exactly?” Kiku asked.

“Theirs” they(Natalya) retorted.

*Ding, ding ding*

Two lovely white horses appeared on the road. Moving their hooves elegantly as they seem to be having a carriage. In fact they were. Inside the carriage was a pair of two men,one in a lovely blue dress and the other in a red duelist uniform.

There were guards from the school seemingly to guide the horses. A french in the blue dress waved to everyone that was waving at him, smiling proudly like a woman who just got married.

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Natalya opens the door of the orthodox church. Kiku walks behind them as they reach towards a small room.

Natalya opens the door to reveal a stone scripture embedded into the wall.

They walked up to the stone scripture and proceeded to read it. “Невеста с цветами должна быть крещена из-за своей чистоты, поскольку всем вышестоящим богам они могут показаться чистыми.”

“This scripture means: “The floral bride shall be baptised for his or her purity as they might not but appear to all of the gods above that they are pure” Natalya translated.

“The author doesn't explain why they must be baptised with swords…”Natalya mumbled. Kiku stood there at the door before they both heard footsteps of the orthodox priest.

“Are you guys here for prayers?” The priest asked.

“No… a friend of mine just needed some answers,that's all” Natalya answered

“Well,I suppose you won't find it here… I thought you would find it at the school” the priest asked.

Natalya:“Fine…”

Priest:“The school isn't open for now for the wedding rehearsal”

Natalya: “we'll come back next week then…”

Priest:“how's your brother,I haven't seen him in awhile”

Natalya: “Ivan,he's fine. He's doing well without you”

Priest: “I see… tell them I still have the sunflowers he gave me”

Natalya nods. Soon, the nations steps out of the church.

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1: “Have you heard, have you heard?”
2: “heard about what?”
1: “There was a lovely coronation rehearsal between a French and English man!”
2: “Oh yes I did,say I heard that an Italian floral bride from our school will marry a samurai”
1: “A samurai? But aren't they all gone?”
2: “this samurai is immortal and attends this school!”
1: “Attends this school?”
2: “yes, and he's quite handsome too!”
1: “I see… hey,did you know that there was a rumour where a priest fell in love with a man!”
2: “A priest?”
1: “Yes, and it's said that the sunflowers that the priest got from his lover are still being taken care of till this day.”
2: “I see! Love is surely a mysterious thing!”

Chapter 7: Wedding

A week after

“Ding…ding…dong”

The wedding between Feliciano and Ludwig has arrived. As Feliciano buttons up his dress, Francis walks in. “alors Feliciano, comment te sens-tu ? nerveux, excité?”

Feliciano turns around. “Mister Francis, you've read my mind!”

Francis walks up to the Italian bride and wipes some dust off Feliciano’s shoulder. “I hope you're excited as I am. First,it was me,then it's you, lastly it's Canada! Je suis tellement heureux on how my children are growing up.so fast”

Roderich slams open the door. “Hey Francis, stop going into the changing rooms for once!” Roderich grabs Francis's arm and drags him out

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Feliciano steps inside the car with the help of Elizabeta holding the dress. The Italian bride closes the door. “You are grown now” the Hungarian woman muttered.

Ludwig sits next to Feliciano as he waits for the car to start.

The car then starts after a few moments before it begins to drive.

Rows of people standing by the road, throwing around flower petals and cheering for the new floral couple.

The car drove to a Catholic church.

As the floral couple stepped inside,they were greeted with bouquets of cornflowers and white lilies. The couple stepped onto the stage where the last Prussian stood before them.

He was in a priest's robe while holding a sword. “This wedding shall symbolise the coming of the wedding age for the both of you. Before you, Feliciano, draw blood,I need you to drink this wine of hope and purity,”

Gilbert gives Feliciano the glass of wine. Feliciano takes a sip, taking breaks in between so that he could finish the wine without choking on it. Once the wine was finished, Feliciano placed it down on the table.

Gilbert clears his throat. “You, Ludwig, shall eat this tart made out of cornflowers.” Ludwig takes the tart before quickly eating it. “That tart will represent your devotion and bond to Feliciano.” Ludwig places the empty plate down onto the table.

“Hold your hand, Feliciano” Feliciano obeyed Gilbert's command. Gilbert holds up the sword before stabbing it through the Italian bride. The Prussian slowly draws out the sword. The sword was once shiny,now it had been coloured with blood like ruby.

“Now that your blood is pure. Ludwig, hold out your index finger” Ludwig holds out his finger before Gilbert pokes a scalpel through his fis finger. Both the sword and scalpel drips blood into the lovely carved golden glass.

Gilbert holds up the golden glass before reciting in Latin “haec sponsa floralis eiusque Principis benedictiones, fervores et incolumitas per caelos et circumstantes accipiant, amen”

Gilbert mixes the blood before handing it to them. The floral couple took one sip from the same glass. Gilbert places a cornflower in the front pocket of Feliciano’s dress and repeats the same action towards his brother,this time, with a white lily and the front pocket of Ludwig's duelist uniform.

The bells rang loudly:“dong…dong…ding…dong…dong…ding”. Gilbert smiled at them before handing each of them a ring. They put it on as the petals flew through the air.

Gilbert whispered to his brother “Like flowers,floral brides are fragile. Remember,you are the fauna to the flora. You and Italy must protect the environment in order to maintain balance”

Ludwig nodded. They walked out of the church, greeted with the car and the driver waiting inside. They entered the car as it drove around town.

Netizens nearby waved towards them,some played music,some offered them food or even flowers. A priest stood within the crowd, coincidentally,he stood next to the floral couple’s friend,Kiku Honda.

Kiku turns his head towards the priest. “You're the priest I met the other day,” Kiku muttered. “Yes, and you're that Japanese man,” Kiku nodded.

“Y'know… There's a castle above us. Anyone who's been able to achieve it,are granted their wishes” the priest said. “Have you been to the castle?” Kiku asked. “No, but someday,I hope to,” the priest retorted.

“What's your name?” The priest asked. “Kiku, you?” the Japanese man retorted. “Fyodor”

Chapter 8: Birdcage

It has been two weeks since the wedding.

Feliciano waters the cornflowers in the birdcaged greenhouse. A small cat meows at his leg. The Italian bride places the watering wand at a small nearby table and gently picks the cat up.

“Ah, you're such a cute kitty!” The cat purrs as it nuzzles its nose on Feliciano’s. Meanwhile his older brother,Lovino, was shoo’ing off birds with his broomstick.

Feliciano turned his head as the birds flew away. Lovino quietly watched the birds, feeling somewhat envious of them. “Say,do you wish that you can just fly out of your skin?” Lovino asks quietly,as if he was mumbling.

“Huh?” Feliciano muttered. “Nothing,” his twin brother replied. An Arabic religious prayer call played as Lovino slowly stared out into space. “Hey brother?” Feliciano asked.

“What?”the south Italian asked. “Why… or how did we become a floral bride?” the North Italian asked. “Even I don't know…” his older twin brother said quietly. “Anyways,I'm a princeless bride,” Lovino said.

“Why?” The younger one asked. “I'm not too sure,” Lovino answered. The older one places his broom away and leaves the greenhouse.

“I can't leave and I mustn't leave.If I leave,I will go back to what happened to me thousands of years ago,” Lovino thought to himself. “Either way,*we* are both the chicks that want to break their shell. If *we* do not break it,we will die"

Chapter 9: Crucifix

Lovino lies on the couch as Gilbert plays his flute. The south Italian’s gaze was at a painting of Antonio,his caretaker. It was made with oil pastels and acrylic. However, Lovino was gazing specifically at the red carnation pinned to the front pocket of Antonio’s uniform.

The east German notices the southern’s gaze before putting his instrument down.“Why are you staring at that painting?” He asked. Lovino quietly moves his head to face him. “They are suggesting that he takes over me before I get wed,”

Gilbert nods quietly. “What a tragedy… How about people like America?”. Lovino quickly sat up before leaving the room. “Where are you going?!” Gilbert shouted out. “That’s none of your business”

The door slams shut as Lovino leaves.

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Japan sits in the library,at a chair with a small table with a coffee cup on it. Around him were the shelves of the Japanese literature that the academy had to offer.

Romano steps inside and walks over to the Japanese literature section.

Kiku turns his head to Lovino. The southern chokes his neck before holding up a large crucifix that reaches to his elbow,before stabbing it into the eye of the Japanese man.

Kiku screams in pain as his body is pinned down to the ground as the crucifix was repeatedly stabbed into his eye. The crucifix was then stabbed into his intestine area.

Blood squirts repeatedly from the injuries, painting Lovino’s face. Organs disfigured, internal bleedings, like something straight out of a horror movie

Chapter 10: Vinyl

Notes:

This chapter is going to be long so prepare

Kiku sits on the hospital bed. Still not mentally recovered on what has happened to him. He was noticeably injured,not only his left eye, but his arm.

Fortunately for him,his two friends came to visit. Feliciano runs up to hug him “KIKU,KIKU! WHAT HAPPENED!? WHY ARE YOU ALL MESSED UP LIKE THIS??” Feliciano asks loudly and worriedly.

“Ah feliciano!” Kiku said as he protected his injured arm with his hand. Feliciano wraps his arms around the Japanese man’s neck. “Well,I got stabbed and my arm got injured in the process” he answered.

Ludwig cleared his throat. “Well look on the bright side,you survived” Kiku simply nods. Ludwig places the gifts on the small table next to Kiku’s hospital bed.

Feliciano spots a vinyl player and decides to grab a vinyl record nearby and puts it on. It was an album by the famous band T.Rex and the first song that it played was “20th century boy” Kiku quietly hums to the song.

“Say,you know that manga with the similar name to that song?” Ludwig asks, trying to start a conversation. “Ah! 20th century boys? Yes. I've read it before but I couldn't finish it” Kiku replied. “Eh,why not?” Feliciano asks. “Well,there are about 22 volumes and these days, it's hard to find them. Nowadays,manga stores are always selling the latest manga volumes”

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Lovino sits in a music room as he listens to Gilbert play the piano. The music piece was from an anime called “Rose of Versailles” with the music title piece being “Bara Wa Utsukushiku Chiru”

Roderich sits right next to him. “Have you learnt your lesson, Lovino?” Roderich asks. Lovino nods quietly. “Good,I shall leave you alone then” Roderich leaves the room.

As Gilbert continues to play,he can't help but think of his bride, Matthew Williams, the representative of Canada for the academy.

Fortunately, Matthew opens the door. “Ah Gilbert!” Matthew grabs his prince’s arm before running out of the music room with him.

There, Lovino was left alone. He couldn't help but stare at the painting of Francis. He walked over to touch the painting before throwing it to the ground as he cursed, “Why…”

“Because you have no prince,” Francis said, standing by the doorway. Lovino raises his head as Francis walks over to him and holds his chin. Francis pulls Lovino into a kiss.

Lovino immediately pushes away before wiping the blood off his lips.

Chapter 11: Abraham

Francis caresses Lovino's spine as Lovino stares at one of the glass panels. Francis takes a sip of wine while spectating the fencers. The south Italian had his head on a table.

“Y'know, there's a reason why you aren't the heir to the Grandfather Rome empire. You hold the sword of the Ottoman’s. Every religion has their own swords and one nation must hold on to one. However,there are nearly 4000…”

Francis gripped Lovino's hair and held his head close to his neck. “There are only 192 countries. Only the Nordics,Greece and Egypt hold the pagan swords.” Francis holds his chin, forcing Lovino to look at him.

“You're lucky that you hold an Abrahamic sword,Rovino” Lovino pushes Francis off. “No,No,no… please”

As Lovino catches his breath,a nation approaches the balcony. “Sir, have you seen Mister Kirkland?”he asked. The voice of his unique South East accent was enough for Francis to recognize.

“Ah Singapore, Arthur is in the Peranakan room. I believe you know how to get there” France retorted. Singapore nodded before heading to the Arts building of the school.

Francis pins Lovino down as he unbuttons his shirt and proceeds to deflower the younger one.

Chapter 12: Sakura

Lovino stares at his reflection in the mirror, feeling nothing but shame and disgust as he wipes the blood that was stained on his teeth and tongue. Tears pours down his cheeks like raindrops falling on a window. He wipes them off before he quickly puts on his school uniform.

Lovino walks towards the school gate with his bag over his shoulder. He blended in with the crowd of students. However, what made his day worse was that he saw Francis at the pond. “Oh. Oh no. No,no,no!”

Lovino's head was screaming at him but his feet were stuck to the ground. His digestive juices were wobbling and readjusting itself in his intestines. On the spot,he vomited.

A student yelled out upon first sight. Students gasped in shock as one ran towards to take him to the nurses office.

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Kiku sits next to him as Lovino hunches over, sobbing non-stop as he remembers what happened the day before. Anger, revenge,shame and guilt washed over him.

The loud opening of the door could be heard at Lovino's position as his younger brother ran up to him. “LOVINO,ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” His brother said worryingly as he knelt down.

Lovino wiped his tears as he nodded. He couldn't tell anyone what had happened for he was unable to. Lovino bites his tongue while his mouth was still closed, reminiscing what Francis had threatened to him

“If you tell anyone,I'll have no choice but to strip you of power as a floral bride and rightful personification as South Italy”

Lovino's reputation mattered,he can't just let it all go like it's nothing. Despite that,he wanted to be free from the heavy cage that burdened him since he was born,a bride that can easily be sold.

Just then,his brother's prince came in. Ludwig, perfect for Feliciano and a prince. Young,strong and neat. How envious was Lovino. Wishing that he had a prince like his brother.

Lovino stands up abruptly. “I challenge you to a duel!” He proposed. The nations, except for Lovino,were all stunned. “Y-you cannot be serious, you have no prince” Ludwig retorted.

“Tonight,Kiku Honda of Japan will be my prince!”

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It was 7pm. When the school gates were officially closed and the doors to the stairs of eternal duelling were open.

Lovino was in a light brown dress, decorated with ruffles, crucifixes and stars. Feliciano was in a light blue dress, decorated with lace,ribbons and flora. For Kiku,he was in a black duelling uniform decorated with badges of previous duels he had won while Ludwig wore a green one with it also having badges of duels he had won.

The bells rang before the two men grabbed the swords and proceeded to fight one another. The sound of metal slinging one another as they twisted and turned for the flower on the other duelist’s front pocket.

Lovino sits on the couch as Feliciano lies his head on his brother's shoulder. Lovino wraps his right arm on Feliciano’s waist. He takes a bite of his apple before passing it to his brother,who also took a bite.

Kiku had to use his left hand to stabilise his katana. While at it,he manages to kick the Western German's thigh before unfortunately missing the beautiful lily that was his opponent’s front pocket.

That gave Ludwig his chance to win. As the Sakura petals fell, Lovino stood up in both anger and disappointment. Lovino slaps Ludwig across the face.

The German holds his cheek in shock. “BIG BROTHER,WHY!?” Feliciano yelled out. Lovino rolled his eyes before leaving.

Chapter 13: Cherry

Notes:

Hiii, sorry I didn't update for quite awhile,I had exams and while I was studying,I was severely depressed and hurt myself which got ppl concerned.So fuck my life

The smell of cigarettes and cherry liqueur fills the room. Lovino was underneath the covers, hurdled up into a ball, ashamed of his own naked body. There next to him were the clothes of Francis Bonnefoy.

Lovino reaches out to grab it before inhaling the scent of the cologne. So comforting,yet so aching… Lovino stares at the cum-stained hand of his. The two fingers reminded of the pain and disgusting burden that one could possibly go through.

As he licks them, the door opens. Lovino sits up, using the blanket to cover his nipples. The creaks of the door introduced the glaring lights of the hallways outside of Francis’s room.

Feliciano peaks his head out and runs over to his older brother. “Where were you? Spain was so worried!”

Lovino's eyes widened a little. “Antonio…” he mutters before he sobs quietly and infront of his own brother.

“D-do you need a moment?” His brother asked. Lovino nods before Feliciano leaves the room.

Eventually,Lovino finds himself in the shower for about an hour. Scrubbing all of what made him feel dirty before he dried himself and put on his clothes.

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Lovino leaves the dormitory and heads for the canteen. It was already late so no one would notice, except for one. As Lovino grabs a soda from the vending machine, Antonio walks over to him.

“Lovino?”

The south Italian turns to face him. “Anto…” the word seemed to scramble in his head. For whatever reason,he could only think of Francis.

“Lovino,you seem agitated,” Antonio pointed out.

Lovino could pant at the moment as he processed what happened.

Beat.

Lovino ran to the nearby catholic church of the kahei academy where he slept the night.

Chapter 14: Wayang Kulit

Notes:

Hiiii,I'm getting better (for anyone that's concerned) and if you see any errors, that is on purpose to indicate a character's accent(eg; Japan with R to replace L/Germany with V to replace W)

Lovino rubs his eyes as he ate his breakfast at the cafeteria. “May I sit here?” Kiku asks, the Italian quietly nods before eating his food. Kiku aligns the fabric of his pants before sitting down.

Neither one of them spoke,until Feliciano came in. “Hey,what happened last night?! I couldn't find you in your dorm or Francis’s room!” He spoke loudly.

“Oh,I just slept somewhere else…AND NO,I'm not going to tell you” Lovino stated. Feliciano sighs reluctantly before sitting next to him. “Hey,Romano… you know where Seborga is?” Feliciano asked. Lovino shakes his head.

As they conversed, a Southeast Asian student handed them a flyer. “Come for the Wayang Kulit performance later at 2:30 pm” the student said before leaving. Kiku opens the flyer. “Ah,this is from southeast Asian culture. I heard it's very popurar in the Maray penisura”

Feliciano starts to read his. “Ah! They use shadows,hey how cool is that?!” Lovino reads his. “Cool…cool” Feliciano turns to his brother. “Oh come on,show some enthusiasm! I bet it would be fun to see some culture outside of Europe,” Feliciano spoke.

Lovino sighs. “Fine,I'll come along if you want me to” Feliciano eyes sparkle with joy. “Yippeeee!!”

—

There were students aligned and chatting in excitement of the Wayang Kulit performance. Kiku, Feliciano, Lovino along with Ludwig all standing in line and waiting for the line to move.

As they proceeded to their seats, Lovino made sure he sat far from Ludwig.

After about 30 minutes, the curtains open, the music plays and shadows are casted onto the sheet.

The shadow of the first puppet pops on screen as it reenacts a tale of an Italian maiden whom dies at the end.

“Oh,my,oh my… I'm going to be forever lonely and I have no one to seek salvation to” the puppeteer voiced.

“I still hold the sword of what was once a powerful empire yet… I have no use of this sword now. I have been separated with my prince since the fall of the empire *sigh* maybe I should just die there and then for I have no purpose anymore…”

The puppet falls onto the floor. Another puppet comes onto the screen before pulling out his sword and pointing it towards the fallen puppet.

“Abandon all hope, ye who enter here!” The puppeteer voiced as he made his puppet stab the bride puppet. The first puppeteer screamed dramatically.

The next scene is portrayed of the bride puppet stabbed in swords. The prince puppet laughed dramatically.

As the group of friends watched the show,Lovino couldn't help but think about his eternal life. Eternity,a floral bride for eternity.

Lost in his thoughts, Lovino was startled when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned his gaze towards Antonio,whom had tapped him.

“I need you to come with me…” Antonio spoke hesitantly. They removed themselves from the theatre and walked to the main school building.

“Where are you taking me?” Lovino asked, clenching his fist and resisting his urge to grab his caretaker's wrist. Antonio doesn't until they reach a fencing room. “I'm sorry,Lovino,” Antonio mutters.

Lovino looks around before he feels a hand on his chest. The hands proceed to unbutton his shirt. “Antonio,what is this!?” Lovino's uniform blazer falls to the ground.

“Don't resist,ma cherie Rovino” Lovino's eyes widened as his sword grows out of his chest.

Chapter 15: Keris

Hours prior the Wayang Kulit performance

Malaysia stood by the table as the pamphlets for the performance printed out. “Oi bodoh!” A young man shouts from behind him. Malaysia sighs and turns to his “brother”.

“Apa yang awak nak? Ah, nanti boleh suruh pelajar beri tesis selepas siap mencetak?(What do you want? Ah, later you can tell the students to give these after finishing printing)” Malaysia asked.

Singapore clicks his tongue “apa pun kata bos…(whatever you say boss)” Singapore responded.

Singapore took out the stapler. There was a knock on the door, Indonesia opened it for whoever was behind. “Bagaimana kabarmu, Arthur?(how are you doing, Arthur?)” Arthur Kirkland nods his head, acknowledging Indonesia “I'm good. How are the pamphlets going, Malaysia?”

Malaysia replies “It's going well!”. Arthur nods in acknowledgment. “That's good… atleast I can show off the culture of my former colonies to that sissy who thinks he's the spawn of beauty,” Arthur mumbles on the last part.

A slight smirk appears on the British man’s face. “Ya la,ya la papaya(a common phrase in Singapore to sort of say “that's nonsense)”. People like you also have the same mindset as the french” Singapore teased as he puts the now printed pamphlets into a box and goes into the ASEAN student council office.

“Tch,no respect for your elders” Malaysia muttered.

“How's that keris?” the English man asks. “It's been taken care of well… luckily no. country has ever touched it… atleast not yet,” Indonesia answered.

“Good,I don't want Francis to ever touch that thing,” Arthur commented. “Francis,as in Francis Bonnefoy? What's up with him and the keris” Malaysia asks. Arthur holds up his left hand. “You're aware that I'm only married to France as an alliance rather than an actual marriage,correct?” Malaysia and Indonesia nod.

“I was once actually married to him. But after we lost many of our colonies,we divorced. Though we both stole like pirates, even after 200 years… he wants a fraction of what I had,” Arthur stated.

“How's that anything to do with the keris?” The Malaysian man asks. “He's going to use it like a double holder. You know what will happen to the keris if in the wrong hands,”

“WHAT,DOES THAT MEAN- cough-” before Indonesia could finish his sentence,a smoke bomb and knockout gas had filled the atmosphere. “What the hell?!”

Before the men passed out completely, from the corner of Malaysia’s eyes; he saw him, the silhouette of Francis Bonnefoy walking towards a forbidden room.

Chapter 16: colosseum

Summary:

as the students partake in a duel, Indonesia intervenes to claim something that was rightfully his. Will anyone in this chapter have what they want or be left stranded?

Notes:

yayayay my final chapter of 2024

dong,dong,dong

The duelling bells rang loudly across the school as the students gathered around the mock colosseum. The marching of the drums was loud enough to drown the voices of the students.

Ludwig zips up his uniform and boots before heading out to the arena floor. As per usual,his hair was neatly slicked back with his clothes ironed.

Francis buttons up his shirt and wipes the dust off(despite not having any) before putting on his gloves. He ties up his hair into a loose ponytail before entering the arena alongside Rovino.

The arena had tables arranged like how a classroom would, the tables each have different objects. One has a Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross, another had grape juice in a wine glass and so on.

The men drew their swords. PING,DING DING DING the bell starts and there the princes went in for the duel.

Francis was graceful in his movements, dodging elegantly and moving swiftly as a snake as the tables arranged themselves neatly. The Italians sit next together off at the sides, sipping wine and eating pizza.

The pictures on the tables of the colosseum were all knocked over. Feliciano opens his left eye while Lovino opens his right.

Ludwig pushes his heels and the soles of his boots to run and jump in front of Francis with all his might. He swings his sword with force.

To his astonishment, Francis pulls out a dagger before cutting a small piece of Ludwig's uniform with his strength. Ludwig yelps in his pain as he pushes himself away and pants heavily. “Where…where did you get ze dagger?!”

Francis smirks. “Me? Take a guess" Francis grabs the collar of Ludwig's uniform and slams him into the ground, making the audience gasp while also giving a sense of hope to ones that were rooting for the french man.

As Francis raises his sword, someone knocked him off his head. “AGGGH!" He yells out. “Huh,is that…" Lovino said. “Ah! It's Indonesia!" Feliciano shouted out.

“You have the Keris!" Francis smirks however not for long. Indonesia's weight on his arm was enough to hold Francis down. Indonesia carefully opens each of his fingers that hold the keris before taking into his own hands.

squack

beat

Indonesia coughs out blood, Lovino eyes are closed as he pushes his flora sword deeper inside his heart.

ding,ding,ding,dong,dong,ding,dong

“Have you heard, have you heard?” the first one chirped. "About what?” " about the recent duel! It turns out a nation had tried to claim rights to their own cultural property!” "Claim rights to their own cultural property??” “Indeed. However, what's interesting is that one of these nations didn't fight about this cultural colonisation! Only when war came then they fought this colonisation!” “Governments and their people are so interesting”

Chapter 17: Elevator

Summary:

a new student has arrived and Indonesia is still upset but remains quiet but oh wait dear readers?! Lovino has fallen into... hell?

Notes:

hello, sorry this took a lil longer than usual. I had to do work and was distracted but I managed to finish up little by little.

ding, dong, dong

The bells ring for the evening. The cranes,pigeons,crows and all of the birds of the school flew back to their prospective migratory places.

Francis opens the dormitory door's of his son's room, Boris. Boris sits at his table, tapping his pen against the wood of his table as Malice Mizer plays in the background.

He pulls the sleeves of his son’s arm and drags him to a dorm. Francis slams open a door.

The stench of smoke and incense fills the atmosphere of the dorm. A man with long tied up hair puts his pipe down on the coffee table before turning his head towards the door behind him.

“Ah,I see it's you" Yao spoke, letting out an exhale of smoke before continuing "Li, is it alright if you could open the windows?” Li nods before doing their assigned task.

“Espèce d'idiot… keep your student under your control!” Francis scoffs. The French's grip on the Chinese man's shirt was enough to bring his face towards him. “I'm assuming that you're referring to Indonesia? tch,that's Arthur's student” Yao pushes him away.

Boris sighs “Father,if you brought me here to witness this argument I might have to excuse myself now!” Francis took a quick glance at Boris before grabbing his sleeve. “Listen here you little shithead! If you do not become the rightful heir for when I dissolve,I'm going to haunt you till you die. Is that understood?!” Francis scolded, leaving no room for responses.

Boris nods before leaving.

ding, ding, dong, dong

The bell rings, signalling the start of a school day. Students walk in with their bags around their shoulders and chatting with their friends or listening to music. Feliciano walks inside as per usual, the moment he sees his friends,he immediately runs up to them.

“DOITSU!” Feliciano yells out as he jumps to hug him. “Agh! Feli…” Ludwig yelps. “Ah Feliciano,it's good to see you again! I hope you were able to rest properly and easily after what happened last week”

Feliciano thanked him. “Grazie,Giappone! I also hope that Ludwig was able to do the same thing!” Ludwig gives a blank smile and nods.

As the trio chatted to their lockers, the intercom system came on. “Ludwig,may you come down to the administration office now. I repeat,may Ludwig come down to the administration office,thank you” Ludwig sighs.

His feet refused to bend, making his feet drag across the floor. At the office,his eyes widened at a young blonde vitiligo man. “Nice to meet you,sir. The name is Afonso and my father is Arthur Kirkland,I believe you are aware of that” Afonso introduced himself.

“I'm Ludwig…” He replied. Afonso's voice had a unique sound,his voice was almost feminine and his accent was a mixture of Portuguese and British.

Timeskip

“...and this is the cafeteria. Anyways,I wish you nothing but the best” Ludwig said. “Thank you,”

Ludwig walks over to where his friends sat and were enjoying their meals. “Ah Ludwig, how's the new kid?” Kiku asked. “He is okay,but his voice did sound sort of like a lady's,” He answered as he adjusted his glasses.

The cafeteria was nosy and the atmosphere was starting to get warmer, signalling that spring was ending.

Indonesia sits quietly at his table, munching on nasi lemak. Singapore taps on his shoulder, holding a fish bone and giggling like a little kid.

Malaysia slaps his brother's hand before going back to his food. “Wah lau bang!" Singapore exclaimed. “Makan,later your food will get cold,” Malaysia added.

Now my dear readers, “where's our lovely heart of Rome?” you might ask.

Lovino sits in an elevator,it's an old elevator that has been rarely used. He closes his eyes as the elevator drops to a place smelling quite like hell.

Chapter 18: dear

Lovino opened his eyes, everything in front of him was a black void of sorrow. The heart of Rome was in a coffin position as he stared blankly into space.

He could feel the coffin fall down into what smelt like ash. The space smelt like a hot room of a carpenter. Did Jesus Christ think of home, at least once?

A priest opens a drawer only to reveal one's body,the roman's body. The priest’s hand hovers over the roman's heart before he gently places a kiss on his tears.

The nuns carry out the coffin into another room,where all the swords lay.

Feliciano was sitting on a beach chair, drinking ice peach tea mixed with some mango as he watched Arthur and Afonso get into a match of badminton.

“Ah, Afonso is as good as his father," Kiku commented. Feliciano nods in agreement as he sips on his iced tea.

From the corner of Kiku’s eye,he could see Gilbert chatting with a priest. The priest did not look like a student of the Kahei Academy,rather,he was a part of a local Missionary Club. They then left the badminton court.

Kiku gazes up at the sky that burns his skin and eyes. “Say,where's Ludwig?" Kiku asks. “Ah, he's at duelling practice,” The Northern Italian responded.

A few hours later,the axis trio where in their dorms, discussing about an art project when a thought came into Feliciano’s head.Did Jesus Christ think of home, at least once?

“I'll go to the toilet for a bit" Feliciano excuses himself. He shuts himself in the bathroom,the door slamming quietly to avoid suspicion. The Northern Italian takes a box cutter and slits his thigh, cutting it like a piece of meat. He quickly washes it before it infects and uses a towel to dry the wound.

Feliciano rolls down his pants and flushes the toilet before stepping back into the room where his friends sat.

They did their work as if nothing had happened.

Later that night,the wound stung. Feliciano scrubs his body,not caring about the wound as if he has been numbed. His hands had scars that ran across his fingers to palm.

Blood from the fresh scars fell to the drain. Feliciano was half light-headed from the wounds. He rinses off the soap and dries himself. Feliciano changes to a nightshirt.

He lays in bed,next to him are Ludwig and Kiku. Feliciano closes his eyes.

“Holy Rome!”

beat

“I’m sorry,my dear. I must go!”

“No-”

“I will see you again,I promise”

“can you atleast give me a kiss?”

kiss.Holy Roman Empire walks away with the knights

“Goodbye”

I know I have kissed him before. Why is he gone? I miss him more than anything.

Ludwig appears before his very eyes

“ Ludwig?”

Feliciano’s eyes flutter open, “It was all a dream”

Chapter 19: Mary

God is coming,God is coming

 

The bell drums heavily against Indonesia's ear. To him, someone had been ringing his brain as if neurons, glial cells, blood vessels, nerves, fat, and water were all made of the bronze of a gong. 

 

He prays desperately for it to go away,his fists clenched deeply. Malaysia notices his friend’s expression of the moment, like many,he thought it was unnatural for his friend to act like this. “Bang,you ok or not?” Malaysia asks. (don't ask about the broken English,this is common in Malay speaking countries) 

 

Indonesia shakes his head. Malaysia raises his hand. “Cikgu,Saya rasa dia perlu pergi ke pejabat, boleh saya bawa dia ke sana?” The teacher nods as Malaysia escorts his friend to the general office. 

 

Once they were there,a young and charming priest greeted them. “Good morning,I assume you're from…Malay peninsula?” He spoke,Malaysia nodded. A staff walks over to the administrative counter. “I have the documents that you needed” the staff spoke as she gave the priest a file labelled “Orthodox”.

 

Indonesia glances at the file before wincing in pain and gripping the sides of his hair. “ABANG!” Malaysia shouts. A vision flashed before Indonesia,a Kris,a Buddhist statue and the Keraton Kasepuhan,all broken and reduced to rubble. 

Before he knew it, Indonesia was on the ground. 

 

11:24

 

Indonesia opened his eyes, his vision was blurry. He took his time to process everything;white room, hospital-like bed… Natalya was reading silently as he sat next to him. “Good afternoon,” She said blankly.

 

Next to him was Lovino. “Both you had the same problem and were admitted at the same time” Natalya monotonously spoke.

 

Lovino screams loudly which startled Indonesia however, Natalya kept her nonchalance intact. Lovino bangs his head continuously. 

 

12:31

 

Feliciano puts on his pe uniform. Yao had to call for him despite the class having a pacer test today. Yao brought him to the nurse's office where Lovino was hyperventilating.

 

Feliciano ran over to him and hugged his brother. Feliciano taps his shoulder before staring up at the painting of the Virgin Mary.

 

That night, Feliciano stayed up, having to worry about his brother. Ludwig could feel the sweatiness of his partner's hand,the German gently squeezed it, silently reassuring him. 

Mother Mary and Jesus in heaven,tell me why I must go down into a path of despair?

Chapter 20: nude

Notes:

hii, so with the recent scraping with AI, this fic and my other ones will still be public. I'm not that worried surprisingly but yeah.

Indonesia lays down on a couch, eating a wrap that he got from the school's cafeteria. Not out of character for him, but something he doesn't do often. From the corner of his eye, Singapore was sorting files.

 

“father.” Indonesia mutters. His brother turns to him,clearly confused by his older brother’s words. Why would one mention his father so randomly?

 

Indonesia sat up, leaving his wrap behind for the ants to eat. 

 

–

 

Francis smokes his cigarette while laying seductively naked on his chair,as if he was imitating a painting. The dearest,Lovino has his head on the older man’s lap. Francis' eyes lingers at the view out of the window, watching the women play a game of netball.

 

Lovino gaze was at the painting across him. Two women and one man, a woman slaughtering the man with her sword while the other woman holds the man down. Lovino’s vision of himself decapitating Francis's head.

 

“Oh,how beautiful,” he mutters. To decapitate one's head without a single sense of remorse, like you are merciless as the person that has wronged you. 

 

Francis stares at the quiet cloudless blue sky. His eyes drifted to an old memory that had been long lost until now. 

 

—

 

Francis combs his hair, untangling the ends of his blonde hair. His eyes land on the bruise on his neck before quickly pulling up his collar. He leaves his vanity, abandoning the comb and walking out into the halls of the manor. 

 

He could hear the men yelling in the dining room of affairs he could honestly care less about. Francis stares at a sculpture,a sculpture of Apollo. Apollo's face was half-missing,his nose and mouth destroyed with a cross embedded on his forehead. 

 

“They got what was coming,” the young french boy muttered. A young boy in a cleaning uniform sweeps the floors. “Ah,Lovino. Come here,veux-tu?” Lovino walks over, Francis pats his head. “Mon Dieu, you're small” the older child comments, clearly teasing him. 

 

Lovino's brows furrow. “You know… Christ will always rise no matter how much you wish to suppress it. Paganism will fall everytime,” 

 

“Won't you agree,dearest Rovino?” Ah,it seems Francis has blurred the lines of a memory and current day.

 

The library door slams open. Indonesia panting heavily as if he had run a marathon. “Indo…” Lovino spoke, running towards him. The Italian immediately hugs him once he gets close. 

 

“oh my dear” Lovino mutters. 

 

—

 

The clicking of the ice and dripping water droplets could never be heard from afar. A young man wipes the blood off the inner-corners of his right hand. The sun shone against the glass of the teapot garden.

 

Some of the female students playing a game of netball in the badminton court. Feliciano grabs a pair of fancy binoculars looking at the men above. He mischievously smiles as he watches how the people above him unfold their situation. 

 

A black dog licks his shoe. Feliciano giggles as the dog licks his hand, Ludwig runs over to them with a dog leash on his hand. “What were you looking at?” Ludwig asked. “Just the sky” Feliciano answered bluntly.

Chapter 21: the sparrow that died

Angklung plays in the background of the library. The unconventional sounds make the mood more mysterious yet calming. Yao and Rajesh(India) sips on hot tea when footsteps approach them,not that subtle but just enough to hear.

“Ah,nice to see you, Singapore,” Rajesh spoke. Singapore nodded at his fathers. “Do you happen to understand Indonesia's role,” Yao coughs at his tea. “That… I don't believe it's something anyone can answer, but you might want to speak to Sadık about it,” Rajesh responded

“Ah,don't chat to him, those two are from very different regions I tell you” Yao states. “Plus,people like you and people like Sadık are of very very different cultural building blocks…”

Singapore sighs, knowing it was hopeless.

The bells tolled loudly across the school. Natalya continues to pray, letting nothing distract them. A quiet memory pops into their mind.

It was vivid, a younger Natalya opened the door, leading to a young blonde boy in bed. Natalya places black roses where his hands were. A teenage silver-haired boy wipes his tears quietly with a piece of cloth. “God is taking him now” Natalya mouths.

“May your brother rest in peace,” Natalya spoke. The silver-haired boy nods as he wipes the mucus off his nose.

“Amen” Natalya opens her eyes as a light hovers over her. It quickly got bigger with a silhouette of a man peeking out. Natalya quickly turns around, staring at the man before her.

He was taller,blonde and slick back hair, pale like porcelain. I saw him in my dreams. Before Ludwig could speak, Natalya mouths “Holy Rome?”

Birds flew out of the room as soon as Feliciano opened the windows, freeing themselves from the entrapment. He goes to hang the washed bedsheets of the dormitory. Flowers bloom and sway with the pollen-filled wind as the sun shone above.

Francis stands just behind Feliciano. “Birds are a representation of liberty” Feliciano nods as he clips the sheets onto the bamboo poles. The Italian nods quietly.

Silence of the summer sky was broken by a man screaming. “GO AWAY,GO AWAY” Ivan yells as he runs into the hanging sheets. The opossum snarls at Ivan as it attempts to bite on his leg.

Feliciano giggles quietly behind his fiance's cloth(that he had burrowed) as Francis runs over to Ivan. Francis struggles as Feliciano watches quietly, trying his best to hide his smile.

Feliciano stares out into the sun, his pupils almost dilating. From a short distance, a bird flew into a closed window. The sparrow drops to the floor with a thud, laying down on its own in its sorrow and pain.

Chapter 22: That’s my bride

The flesh rots at the end of the bathroom,flies gather and eat the decaying skin. Lovino stares at the body in dead silence as the stench fills the room. Before him was Francis with his sword,his hands stained in blood.

 

“Don’t you dare to tell anyone,if you do, I'll lie to the Roman Catholic church members about your blaspheming!” Francis stated as he kept his sword in his scabbard. Lovino stays quiet as he stares at the half-alive flesh, the muscles still pumping and the rest of the blood has yet to be spilt out. 

 

Lovino quietly drapes a long silk cloth onto the body. “You're not going to maybe clean yourself?” Lovino asks. Francis shakes his head. “No one is allowed to be out after curfew hours,not even to check on something. Besides” — his tone shifts  “you can mostly get away with it,” he laughs off.

 

The students walk into the campus, chattering with their friends and eating breakfast before the assembly. Indonesia sips on his Kopi O(black coffee with sugar) as the bells toll throughout the school.

 

Natalya walks down the hallways,quiet and with a stern face. She sits down at Indonesia’s table, reading her Bible and smoking a cigarette like a typical Orthodox Christian woman. 

 

Lovino watches the bunnies hump each other as a student cries about the murder. At that moment, everyone around except him were like migratory birds when they found shady trees. Feliciano runs to his older brother. “Big brother! W-why is there a dead body in a dorm!? There are rumors that you're involved!”

 

Involved? Was he really? All Lovino could remember is the corpse draped in silk cloth.

 

The day before … 8:30 pm

 

The bell rings 60 minutes before curfew. Lovino sits down in one of the tea rooms as Yao prepares the poison. “Say,you are aware of Cantarella,yes? Why not prepare it yourself?” Yao asks. “Everyone knows that Cantarella was allegedly used,” Lovino jokes. 

 

Yao just sighs as they(Yao) puts the poison into a bottle. “Here,now don't bother me! I have to clean this room and remove all the traces!” They ordered.  

 

Lovino takes the poison and heads to the kitchen where Francis was. “Ah mon cheri,you have finally come,so predictable hm?” Francis teased. Lovino pours the poison into the mixture. Francis finishes baking with the poison in the mixture,baking a delicious star shaped cookie. “Now,we must deliver this cookie to little Miss Ray!” France exclaims. “You’re referring to Ray wannabe Star-Of-The-World?” Lovino asks. “Oui,it would be fun to see her vomit eh?”

8:42pm

 

There was a quiet knock on the door, Ray stretched her legs to answer the door. Once opened, Rovino forces the cookie down her throat leaving her with no time to taste or chew on the treat. 

 

tick tick tick

 

Ray vomits into the toilet, Lovino watches over her as she pukes endlessly. He raises his foot and breaks her spine. 

 

Crush crack

 

The spines breaks like glass. Ah… Francis walks in,smirking at the body. Francis pulls the final blow and decapitates her head with his sword. 

 

Present time

 

Ah… so that was what happened. However,something never felt right at the moment. Lovino remembered the bride at that moment, someone like him probably, Feliciano. 

 

By then,the bunnies had hopped away. Rovino fluttered his eyes open,staring at the person,Feliciano who was looking confused at him. “You were there. You also have the Cantarella!” Lovino shouted. Feliciano stays quiet before smiling softly. Feliciano slips the cantarella into Lovino’s bag before walking off,towards Ludwing and Kiku who were waiting for him.

 

 

That’s my bride.