...so hi everyone! Long time, no post.

I hope to get back to posting soon, but my life doesn't look like it'll be calming down anytime soon.

Shout out to Anovia, MyChemPoison23 and i'm gonna raichu a story for pushing me to finish this. Y'all are awesome!

And Happy New Year!

Lovino felt the heat of the sun resting on his face but didn't want to move. It had taken him a while to finally fall asleep last night since Antonio kept rolling over onto his side of the bed and kept getting confused when he was shoved to the floor. Then the Italian would have have to explain to the confused Spaniard that the punishment for crossing the halfway mark on the bed was getting thrown to the ground, whether you were awake or not.

Finally after wrapping Antonio in the covers and forming a makeshift Spanish burrito, Lovino managed to keep his roommate isolated on one side of the bed. Not too long afterward, he fell asleep. After such a long day at the beach, the brunnette dreamt of floating down a lazy river, listening to some classical music. That was it. He was just gliding gently up and down along the waves in a plastic, yet comfortable, inflatable tube while Vivaldi played in the background. For a couple of moments, the Italian tried to forced himself back into the dream and began to believe it was working when he felt a mild rocking sensation underneath him. He closed his eyes even tighter, imagined the river and attempted to hum The Four Seasons. Suddenly he heard a loud screech that broke him out of his trance. It sounded like some sort of bird and it sounded really close. Irritated, he opened his eyes so he could get a clear look at Antonio before yelling at his roommate for probably leaving the window open when his pupils were accosted by an intense bright light. Surprised at the influx of sunlight to his eyes, Lovino flailed out of bed and onto the floor. Except it wasn't the floor. It was the ocean. The Italian only realized this after falling into the mass body of water. Realizing that audibly cursing Neptune only resulted in the rush of water to his lungs and increased his rate of sinking, he stopped and swam back up to the surface. Upon reaching it and after a bit of coughing, the brunette looked around to get a semblance of how he got in the ocean. Immediately, he spotted an air mattress floating a few feet away from him. On it, Antonio was sitting quietly, staring in his direction, still wrapped up in his makeshift burrito from last night.

For a moment the two teens simply stared at each other. Lovino couldn't even comprehend how angry he felt and was having trouble putting it into words.

"So," Antonio began. "How'd you sleep?"

"How'd I-" Lovino paused. He tried to flip off his roommate before remembering that he needed the hand to stay afloat. "How did I sleep?" he repeated slowly, each next word seething with more animosity than the last.

"Yea," the Spaniard nodded. "I slept well but these covers did make it a bit warm. I tried to unwrap myself but I think I'm stuck."

"Why the fuck are we in the middle of the ocean?"

"Well," his roommate replied. "We're not really in the middle of the ocean, the shore's right there," he pointed out, nodding his head a few yards to the north.

"Oh, right there, you say?" the Italian shot back, irked. "Well, good. I was worried I had sleep swam off my usual trail! Now, I can just adjust the path and get a few more laps in before breakfast!"

"Okay, so you sound angry," Antonio noted. "But your words seem very pleasant."

"You better hope I don't reach that mattress in time to tip you over," Lovino asserted as began to swim toward the Spaniard. Antonio's eyes grew wide when he realized that being a soggy burrito would definitely be worse than being a hot one. He fervently began to wiggle, attempting to loosen the sheets that bound him.

"Lovi, don't be rash," Antonio insisted, a little frantically. He could hear the Italian moving closer through the waves. After a few seconds of useless struggling, the Spaniard sat up on the mattress. He looked around but there was no movement among the water. Antonio felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as the Jaws theme played eerily in the back of his mind. The brunette finally felt an opening in his encompassing sheets and started to free himself when his entire life flashed before his eyes. He had never felt such a rush of memories and feelings at the same time before. One second, there's hope as he finally felt his burrito loosen around him, then he was shot into the air, panic and fear rushing towards every inch of his body. Almost miraculously, once he freefell and splashed into the ocean, the sheets appeared to unwrap themselves. Antonio made his way to the surface, looking around in complete shock.

"That was terrifying," he exclaimed, once he obtained a secure position among the waves. Lovino paused for a moment. Antonio's green eyes shone with focus as he stared back. Did I make him fucking angry? he wondered. Has Mr. Ball o' Sunshine finally realized that this world isn't just unicorns and flan? It's about goddamn time.

"Yea, well-"

"I mean, terrifying but also in a cool way," Antonio elaborated. The Spaniard swam a few feet to grab the air mattress and lift himself onto it. "I can't believe I never thought of this before." He stood securely in the middle of their makeshift raft before jumping into a backflip into the the ocean. Although, he couldn't jump too far off the mattress, Antonio managed to do a perfect flip and get into diving position before practically gliding into the water.

"That's it," Lovino breathed. "I give up." The Italian began to swim to shore, having had enough of his roommates' foolishness. Of course, he can do a perfect backflip off a half inflated floatie. Of course, he can. Why wouldn't he? He's a fucking angel. If I tried to do a black flip, there's no way in hell the mattress would not have slipped out from underneath me causing me to fall to my doom to the perilous sea below so the sirens could drag me to treacherous demise. Then the mattress would inevitably land right back where I had just been, as an hommage to my soon to be watery grave as if to say the man who was here is no more and that makes no difference; the world is the same.

"Hey, Lovi!" he heard the Spaniard yell from behind him. Lovino turned around in time to see Antonio do a 360 degree side flip before lunging into the water. A few seconds later, the boy broke to the surface and swam over to the Italian. "Where are you going?"

"Oh, I'm going to Disney World," he snapped. "Do you wanna come?"

"Um," his roommate paused. "I don't really think we're supposed to leave the beach without telling Senorita Mackenzie."

"Would you just-" the brunette stopped and took a deep breath. Obviously sarcasm is wasted on this churo. Man, I am hungry. When was the last time I ate? I think it was...damn, almost 9 hours. Wait, what time is it? Lovino glanced at the sun. It's about halfway up through the sky so that means-I don't fucking know. Who can actually tell what time it is by glancing at an enormous gaseous ball of hydrogen light years away from us. Not I. Not ever. Where the fuck is my watch? Oh, right in the room, that I feel asleep in and not in the middle of the ocean, how could I fucking forget? "Oi! What time is it?" he demanded Antonio, before remembering that the Spaniard probably did not have a clock as well. "Actually, never-"

"It's 10:30."

"It's what?"

"10:30"

"How the fuck would you know that?"

"The sun."

"The sun?" he asked, incredulously. "You've been talking to the sun, have you?"

"Haha, no Lovi," Antonio grinned. " The sun is about 24 degrees away from high noon, so it has to be between 10 and 11, most likely 10:30."

"Of fucking course."

"I'm kind of hungry, do you want to grab breakfast?"

"Breakfast?" Lovino snapped. "No, I don't want to grab breakfast. I want to know why you brought us to the middle of the ocean."

"We're not really in the-"

"Shut up! You know what I mean!"

"I didn't bring us to the ocean, I was asleep."

"I doubt it."

"Why? You were asleep too."

"Yea, but I know that I'm not lying."

"Well, I'm not lying either."

"Sure."

"I'm not."

"So you're saying that we were both sound asleep and carried onto an air mattress that was magically released onto the ocean."

"I'm not saying it was magic."

"So, you admit it!"

"No, I'm just saying, it wasn't my fault."

"That's just what a criminal would say."

"A criminal?"

"So, you admit it!"

"What, no!"

"When did you wake up? After I belly flopped into the ocean?"

"Actually no," the Spaniard admitted, avoiding eye contact for a moment.

"Ah ha! So, you-"

"I'm not admitting anything. I woke up a couple of minutes before you."

"Wait, what?"

"Yea, I guess the rocking back and forth woke me up and when I opened my eyes, I realized we were not in Kansas anymore."

"We were never in Kansas. That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard and I once argued with Arthur for an hour about the nutritional merit of the crouton."

"I love croutons."

"You would."

"O-kay. I meant that I realized that something was off and recognized that we were on the water."

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Honestly?"

"No, tell me the biggest lie your imaginative little heart can dream up. Yes, honestly!"

"I thought you'd be angry."

"What! No!" Lovino practically screamed. "Me? Angry?"

"You're doing that thing with your words and tone again."

"So instead of waking me up, you let me drown," the Italian reasoned. "Makes perfect sense."

"I really couldn't do much about it," Antonio pointed out. "The burrito."

"Don't go blaming the burrito for this, that was a solid plan."

"I couldn't move!"

"You didn't deserve to! Apparently, you moving is what got us in this mess!"

"You still think I did this?"

"I don't see anyone else here!"

"So you think," he began. "In the middle of the night, I unwrapped myself, inflated an air mattress, lifted you onto said mattress, dragged the mattress to the ocean with the sheets, set us adrift, re-wrapped myself and then went to sleep, hoping you wouldn't catch me."

"Sounds pretty mischievous," Lovino accused.

"Yea," Antonio agreed. "It's also insane."

"Then how did we get here?"

"It's probably just a prank by Francis and Gilbert."

"Of course, and I'm guessing you're completely innocent in this."

"Yes."

"Yea, sure. Likely story."

"More likely than yours."

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"Where are they?" Arthur demanded as he and Francis searched Lovino and Antonio's room. The door conjoining their rooms had been left unlocked so the Brit had gone to see if Lovino wanted to join him for a traditional English breakfast. He knocked courteously at first but when there was no reply, he assumed that they were still asleep. So, he simply walked in but was shocked to see the bed completely empty, stricken of all sheets. A few pillows were strewn across the mattress but that was all.

"I'm sure they're fine," Francis claimed sheepishly as he entered the room. The teen was bare chested with loose pajama shorts and his blond hair was ruffled lazily, framing his face. Arthur had been, of course, up for a few hours and brushed his teeth, ironed his clothes, taken a brisk cold shower, gone over the day's itinerary and read Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. The French teen had been up for all of two minutes. "Why are you even up yet, we don't have to meet the rest of the group until noon.

"While some of us might enjoy wasting the day away, I, on the other hand, have very important things to do."

"When I got up to use the bathroom at six, you were doing the crossword."

"It's very important to keep the mind active and flexible."

"The mind is very important," the blond agreed moving closer to Arthur in the room. "And what about your body?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh," the Brit felt a slight shift in the room's aura. "Wh-What about my body?"

"How do you keep that in shape?" Francis smirked, as he glanced the other boy over.
"What kind of activities do you do?"

"Like exercise?"

"Exercise…" the blond nodded casually before continuing. "Or anything that gets you really sweaty and breathless. I hear it's good for your heart." The teen placed a gentle hand over his right pectoral muscle. "I go to the gym a couple of times a week," Francis continued. "That's how I maintain a steady heart beat, do you want to see?"

"You're going to show me your heart?" Arthur questioned incredulously. "I always imagined it was simply an empty cavity there but having a removable one makes a lot of sense. Doctors tend to ask less questions."

"Ha," the French teen chortled sarcastically. "You wound me. I meant, you could feel my heartbeat."

"No need," he replied a bit quickly. "My ticker is in great shape, it could keep time for a symphonic orchestra. I am part of the interpretive dance club at school and it's great for the muscles."

"Interpretive dance?"

"Yea, you know," the Brit encouraged before waving his arms in a slow, rhythmic manner. "I dance, you interpret."

"I'm not sure I understand."

"You wouldn't."

"Right, well, I'm going to go take a shower," shrugged Francis, before disappearing into their room.

"It's about time."

"Whatever."

"I'm going to ring Mrs. Mackenzie," Arthur informed him, moving to the landline in their neighbor's room.

"What?" the French teen asked, shooting back into the doorway. "Wh-Why would you do that?"

"Um, I think it's pretty obvious," the Brit claimed, pointing at the empty bed. "Our roommates are missing, they could have been kidnapped."

"Kidnapped?" chuckled Francis. "Who would break in here, kidnap those two and just leave me next door. I mean, look at me." The blond gestured at his frame and the English teen gave him a look over.

"Quite," he replied curtly. "Nonetheless, they're missing and we must alert the proper authorities."

"Alert the proper authorities," the French teen chuckled. "Alright Downton Abbey."

"Wha-that's not even an accurate reference," Arthur claimed as he picked up the phone. "Do you even watch the program? It's actually bloody brilliant."

"Sure," his roommate agreed before grabbing the phone. "But calling Madame Mackenzie, isn't."

"Well, why in the heavens not?"

"Because, they're fine. There's no need to worry her."

"How do you-" Arthur paused as he realized something. "What did you do?"

"Moi? What makes you think I did something?"

"You're always up to something and besides," he continued. "When do you give up the opportunity to talk to a pretty lady."

"True," the blond smiled. "But I have no interest in her, in fact, I've been keeping a close eye on someone much more interesting," Francis admitted, focusing his gaze on Arthur.

"Stop staring at me like that," the Brit retaliated. "Your freaking blue eyes feel like they're going to suck my soul out."

"Uh-" the blond paused in shock for a moment. "You think my eyes are weird?"

"Well, I don't want those suckers pointed right at me, that's for sure."

"No one, has ever said that to me," he asserted. "These eyes have won awards."

"World's creepiest?" Arthur offered.

"You're ridiculous."

"Whatever, just keep them away from me."

"You're the one with the caterpillar eyebrows."

"It's called fashion."

"Oh, please," Francis sighed, rolling his eyes. "All they do is frighten the children."

"So, functional and fashionable, I'd call that a win-win."

"No," the blond groaned. "How do we always end up talking about your eyebrows?"

"They are a people pleaser."

"Why do you keep saying these things that are not true."

"Oh, stop. Jealousy does not look good on you."

"Everything looks good on me!" Francis exclaimed. "And, I'm not jealous!"

"Right, sure."

"I'm not je-"

"WHERE'S THE DAMN ROOM KEY!" a voice bellowed from outside. Both of the teens inside the room stood up a little straighter at the sudden outburst but Arthur quickly realized who was there. He moved quietly to the door, while Francis checked out his pupils in a nearby hanging mirror.

"Where have you been?" asked the Brit as he swung the door open. "I almost call-" he stopped when he noticed Lovino and Antonio trudging into the room soaken wet.

"Don't ask," the Italian replied quickly.

A/N: So...whadya think? Thanks to all those who keep him with my erratic and most of the time, nonexistent, posting schedule. I really hope you liked this chapter.