Welcome To The Hetakingdom (Hetalia Ff)

Chapter 2

When the morning arrived and the sun send it's first light down upon the kingdom, Lovino got woken up by one of his personal servants; Gilbert Beilschmidt.
The young Prince for some reason had always despised him.
However, today he didn't yell at Gilbert, like he usually would. The servant noticed this and asked. "Prince Lovino. I know zhe awesome me is just a humble servant,  but I vant to ask: Are you feeling alright? You have been awfully quiet zhis morning?" Gilber was genuinely concerned for the Prince's well-being and waited patiently for an answer, as he searched for the princes wedding-robes.

"O-oh nothing is-e wrong with me you potato bastard 2 I did-a just sleep not very well. Leave me alone." Like that he dismissed his servant and started to get dressed in the robe Gilbert put out for him.
"Doesn't look that bad..." Lovino thought to himself. He might not be a narcissist but he was aware of his quite good looks.
"How nice it would be if Antonio was by my side now." He imagined the two of them happily in the church exchanging rings when he realized his surreal thoughts.
But for Gilbert not being able to read the prince's thoughts or comprehend his behavior, Lovino's action seemed just too weird, making him really worried.

"Jou really vorry me, young Prince." Gilbert said as he fixes the last few touches on the princes Suit and went on to the hair, being careful of the curl, of course. "Just like Antonio. Vhen I made sure zhe musicians vhere prepared, he vas completely lost in his zhoughts." Gilbert continued.

"Just like... Antonio? Does that mean maybe he is thinking of me as well? But maybe he is just nervous to play at such an important event. But he might be thinking of me..." Unknown to Gilbert, the servant's words made Lovino get lost in his thoughts even further, only thinking of the talented handsome musician he's met the night before and seemed kind of familiar.

The young Prince was lost in his thoughts, day-dreaming about the handsome, charming Spaniard. Without even realizing it, he mumbled the musicians name, making Gilbert stop abruptly. "Vhat did you say, my prince?"
Lovino immediately snapped out of it and shouted: "N-Nothing! Shut-a up, you potato-sucker and-a get me ready!"
Gilbert didn't answer, and did as he was told, a knowing smirk on his face as he had placed the pieces together.

Gilbert, althought he might not show it to others, cared greatly about Lovino's wellbeing and happiness. As his personal servant he saw through the prince's mask of not caring and pretending to be well. So he also thought about sone way the prince wouldn't have to marry, seeing him sad instead of mad wasn't fun at all.
Lovino's reaction to Antonio's name gave him an amazing idea, amazing just like himself, that would make his dear prince happy he was sure at that.

When Gilbert finally had finished preparing Lovino he lead him down, to have breakfast. While the young Prince was eating Gilbert was off-duty and ran down to the market-place, frantically looking around to find Antonio. When he finally spotted him, in the back of the group of musicians, turning his guitar, he ran towards him. "Antonio! Mein Freund! I have to talk to you! It's very important!" The Spaniard looked up only to be dragged into a small alleyway by the royal servant.
"Gilbert! What is it, mi amigo? I have to prepare for the wedding." His false smile fell, when he mentioned the wedding. Gilbert noticed.

"Antonio, mein Freund, you have to run away with our prince! Only you can make him really happy! You're zhe one he needs by his side! I'll be able to bring him outside for few minutes without anyone noticing. At zhis moment you have to take him and run away with him."
Antonio was shocked seeing his amigo being so emotional about something. But not only that was really suprising. Gilbert was known for his loyalty to the kingdom and it's well-being, if the prince was to disappear on the day of tge wedding he didn't even want to know how bad the consequences would be. Nevertheless Gilbert told him to run away with the prince, putting his happiness before the kingdom's happiness.

"But... mi amigo... what about the Kingdom? What about you? What are they gonna do to you if they find out, you let the Prince disappear? I... I cannot do that to you! I love Lovino, but I cannot risk your safety for this."
Gilbert smiled. He knew his friend was going to be worried.
"Don't vorry. I vill be fine. I promise."
Antonio looked at Gilbert. "Can you really promise me that, amigo...?"

"I promise you that, mein Freund. So don't worry about me, just go and take your love with you and make him happy. Your happiness is my happiness."
Antonio wasn't really convinced of his friend's promise but ran home to pack the most necessary things in a backpack and arrived just on time at tge castle. The suit Lovino was wearing was breathtaking, The Spaniard couldn't take his eyes off the stunning beauty infront of him.
"A-Antonio?!" His god, Lovino, spoke, his voice quiet and full of embarrassment, as he saw the musician. The heat in his cheeks rose until the prince looked pretty much exactly like a tomato. Only the green stuff was missing. (ok not necessary at all but Romano is an adorable little tomato).

"Lovino!" Antonio smiled widely. "What-a are you doing-a here? Shouldn't you-a be at the market-place-a?" The young Prince was confused about Antonio suddenly appearing at the castle, but still unbelievably happy. "Run away with me!" Antonio said, the smile still prominent on his face. "Run away with me and we can start a happy life together. I love you! So much! Please, run away with me and you can be happy. I promise you a life, just like you want it. Please, come with me, lovino. I love you, mi amore..." Antonio had slowly approached Lovino, and was now standing right in front of him.
The Spaniard looked deep into the Princes eyes, eagerly waiting for a response.

Lovino, gathering up all the courage he can find, stood on his tippy toes and kissed Antonio right on his full lips.
"Yes..."
"I love you too, mio amore"
That was the best thing Antonio had ever heard and will ever hear. The love of his life saying yes to his more or less proposal. Tears of happiness started to dwell in his eyes, ready to fall, only held back by Lovino kissing him again.

The kiss didn't last long, because suddenly one of the castles guards spotted them. "HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THE PRINCE? GET YOUR HANDS AWAY FROM HIM YOU DIRTY-STREET RAT!" The guards ran towards them and Lovino quickly grabbed his lover's hand. Dragging him through the castle, quickly grabbing one of the bags prepared for the honeymoon after the wedding. Then, they both ran through the halls, looking for a place to hide, until the guard was gone. Lovino knew it was their only chance, so when they turned a corner, he pushed Antonion through a door and ran in after him, quickly slamming and locking the door.
"Big Brother? What-a are you doing in my room? And-a who is-a that?" Antonio looked spun around an spotted... Princess Felicia, the Prince's younger sister.