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Hell On Earth

"I am truly at the loss of words."

"Yet, you've been lecturing us for the past 10 minutes."

Last day in Portugal. To say that they've been on cloud 9, would be an understatement. They can already feel their batteries filling up; with the ones who like to sleep in- sleeping in; the ones who like to go to the beach- going to the beach; you name it.

Although the group of 16 weren't together 24/7, they did a lot of stuff collectively- such as eating and going to places.

So today, they've decided to visit one of the most famous carnivals in Algarve, to say a proper goodbye to their holidays. There was gonna be a concert, and food, and rides, and it was right beside the coast!

There was just a slight detail they forgot about- it is a water-themed carnival.

Which means: lots of water rides.

And they didn't bring the appropriate clothing.

"You should've told us before we came! Now I'm all drenched..." Mista complained to Fugo, who smiled apologetically.

"Haha! I can see your nipples through your shirt!"

"Okay, Narancia."

"So!" Everyone turned to Giorno, "Where do you guys wanna go next?"

The two groups smiled at their boss's excitement. They were happy that he was finally relaxing a little, and letting his sweet sixteens free. Hopefully, when they go back to Italy, he will be less hard on himself.

"Hm... what about the roller-coaster? I totally wanna see Mista's hat flying off, and then the workers having to go get it." Fugo chuckled.

"Oh yeah! Fuck Mista! Fuck Mista right in the ass! Today is Bully Guido Mista day!" Said man screamed from the distance.

"I say we go to that one, later. The line is huge." The blonde told his boyfriend, who eyed him from the side.

"Well, if we go later, the line will get even worse. We gotta go while it's still early!"

"I'm telling you, Fugo: it'll be better later."

And so, the bickering between the couple started.

"Oh, please! Says the guy who didn't even think about bringing swim shorts to a water-themed park!"

Giorno widened his eyes in disbelief, "But you didn't bring yours, as well!"

"Because you were the one who gave us the idea, idiot!"

"But you planned the whole thing!"

"Woah, chill, guys! Don't get a divorce just now!" Illuso interrupted the two.

"Sixteen year olds..."

Everyone's eyes were on Trish.

"You do realize you're sixteen as well?" Risotto asked her, genuinely. Sometimes, she can confuse the man.

She just shrugged, walking over to her two friends.

"Come on, guys. We're supposed to have fun! Let's go somewhere with less people first, and then we come back, later." She smiled, Fugo pouting briefly before he sighed.

"Fine..." Nobody moved, "What are we waiting for?"

"That you two make up once and for all. We ain't going nowhere if you two are going to be mad at each other, the whole time." Gelato explained- frankly, sounding like a dad.

Fugo sighed in defeat, placing his thumb on Giorno's chin, "Pucker up, ugly."

They shared a kiss, everyone awing before they went back to look for a new ride, as if nothing had happened.

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"I... am going to vomit."

"Okay, but not on me yeah?!" Narancia screamed, pushing Illuso away from him, with all of his mighty strength.

Breaking news! Apparently Illuso gets sick with mostly everything in existence! It's a mystery if it's because he's constantly moving to a mirrored world, and that messes with his brain/stomach; or that he's just sensitive.

Really sensitive.

Risotto even suggested, at some point, that they'd take him to a doctor, because the amount of times he's puked since they got to Portugal, is unimaginable.

He says "it's just culture shock", but everybody knows that's fucking bullshit.

They'd just left the bumper cars- where Mista almost lost his right leg, Trish had the front of her dress ripped off, and Risotto took the space of just one car- and to say that most of them were sick, would be an understatement.

They weren't exactly gentle with each other...

But apparently, it's a good way for Ghiaccio to relieve his stress!

Yes, because they had to stop the ride at some point, because he flipped Sorbet and Prosciutto's car over.

How? We may never know.

"That whole ride was a trip to hell and back, fuck this." Fugo whimpered, shaking in a corner.

"I had the time of my fucking life!" Ghiaccio screamed, already walking away from the scene.

"We know."

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"Are you seriously still mad at me?" Giorno smiled worriedly at his boyfriend, when they got to the roller-coaster.

When he didn't hear an answer, putting his seat belt on, he sighed, "Is it because the line was, indeed, shorter, when we got here?"

No answer.

Giorno looked up at the nightsky, hearing his friends' laughter and screams from the front, since they were on the last row.

The view is truly beautiful. The city lights on the right side, and the beach on the other. The music was blasting from the stage, where a local band was playing, with lights, and laughter, and... everyone is just having a good time. The blonde took a deep breath, smelling the light, beachy breeze- a part of him wishing that this roller-coaster never starts, so he can live this moment for an eternity.

He took Fugo's hand in his, kissing his cheek.

"Be mad at me all you want, I still love you."

The ride started- Mista's hat, indeed, flying off (causing an abnormal amount of laughter to erupt from Narancia)- and it was a sight to behold:

Illuso swore he'd throw up again, Risotto was oddly scared- screaming his lungs out, Pesci was crying for dear life, Mista was absolutely done, and Gelato was having Abbacchio's hair shoved in his face.

Beautiful.

When the ride made a loop, it was the last straw for Ghiaccio, who, suddenly, had Illuso's vomit splattered all over his face. He swore he would break every bone in that man's body. No joke.

'I've heard about throwing up after the ride. What the FUCK is this?!'

Also, it would be important to mention that everyone's Stands came out, at some point, during the ride. It was probably their subconscious' trying to, involuntarily, defend themselves, but it was truly a sight to behold.

When everyone's misery came to an end, Illuso was throwing up again in a corner; Melone was holding Ghiaccio to keep him from going over there, and smash the brunette's brains in; Mista was desperately begging for the ride workers to go get his lost hat; and for some reason, Purple Haze was hugging GER's leg for dear life.

Fugo was still not talking to Giorno, but that was all the proof the blonde needed, to know that a part of his boyfriend was not mad at him, at all.