How much must a man suffer when on the road to his final happiness…? How much must others suffer for him as well?
Ludwig knew that there would be happiness for him by the time this all came to an end. No matter how many hundreds of years more suffering he had to endure. He and Feliciano…
Feliciano…. Pulled from his thoughts by a mere thought in itself. Feliciano. Feliciano. Feliciano.
Once… he had said that name within his mind in annoyance… repeating to himself that he could survive whatever mishap the boy caused.
Now… Feliciano… it was like a chant for him. A name he knew that he had to repeat daily. For every day he had with the Italian was like a cherished dream… a rare oddity… a miracle among miracles.
Turning his head from the stone ceiling of the castle dorm they were in… he looked to the sleeping Italian.
Beautiful… more beautiful than the countless works of Davinci or Renoir or any other renowned artist whose priceless paintings and artworks had been destroyed within the last decade.
Naked as the day he was born, the brunette was curled up on his side, half clinging to his pillow as he dreamt. His body still bore the marks of their love making only hours before, when it was late night… Ludwig hadn't slept since he and his lover had pulled apart… He had stayed awake… watching over the boy who now, more than ever, needed his protection.
Their life together had barely begun when the world was thrown in to petty turmoil… The beginning of the third world war…. Seven years and three months of gruelling pain… It was not a war between nations… the humans had begun to believe that the nations were not nations and were dangerous beings claiming false identities to gain their trust. But it was science that lied to them, telling the mindless populations that they were other worldly beings… that they didn't belong to this earth.
They had utterly destroyed all the small nations… but it was near too late when they realized their mistakes… Seychelles was taken by the sea… Francis screaming at the waves as he held his daughter close, her life ebbing away as her blood stained his hands and soul and the few with him watched the island be swallowed up by the ocean… people that were of that land and heritage screamed as blood poured out from wherever it could and sapped their bodies dry…. And then unbelievably, they turned to dust and were carried off on the wind.
It was as if Seychelles had never existed… and with that… her people as well…
No one could believe that Roderich… Austria… was second… No one was as distraught as Gilbert… He clung to Mathew… his wife who was months pregnant with their first child. No one ever thought they'd see a day where the Prussian would weep…. But the pure tears flowed freely… He had grown up with Roderich.. his cousin's music a comfort when he was wounded from battle and his feisty competition with him reminded him that he was real.. now the Austrian was gone… along with his history, music and Roderich.
It continued for years… everyone thought that it would only end when they all did… and then to incredible strengths and bravery… Vash's little sister… Lilli… Liechtenstein… Stood infront of her own army and gave her life…. The soldiers stared in disbelief and all died in agony soon after…. Survivors… their allies from other countries who witnessed it.. spread the word unbelievably fast… And then the war was over…
Apologies were given to the nations and the people of their lands did all they could to atone for all their wrongdoings…
The despair never left Vash... his little sister… his pride and joy… and others who were close to him… had all perished…. He had gone back to his home…. It had remained mostly intact… but was still ash an rubble… he could find nothing to keep… save for a small diary with a bundle of letters that had belonged to lilly…. He had no clue as to how but he wouldn't ask… it was a blessing to have any proof that she had existed.
Ludwig remembered that he had been worried for the Swiss… everyone knew that he had a temper… who knew what that would be like after losing the person he cared about most…
No one expected Italy… Feliciano of all people to walk up to him, no fear of the man that had been shooting things at him near his entire life… and he hugged him tight….
And above all… no one had expected it of the blonde to hug him back almost instantly, sobbing into his hair as he held him close.
From there the Swiss guard was reinstated. For Romano as well… but it was what Vash lived for… to make sure that no one would hurt them… there was no definite reason…. And Switzerland or Vash told no one.
Maybe it was because Lilly had been undeniably close to both Italians. Maybe it was because the first to offer true comfort to him after all that had happened was the younger Italian. Or maybe he just needed to make himself feel useful to someone… as he had with lilly…
He had protected them when they were young… And only those three knew that it was against others like the Holy Roman Empire… But that is not for now.
Ludwig blinked, stirred from memories once more as his lover moved against him.
The German smiled with a warmth that was not as rare as it once had been, stroking the boys cheek softly as he stretched, coming back to the world of the living.
"Gutenmorgen mein leibe… Sleep well?" He asked softly as Feliciano held onto his hand, reassuring himself that he was there.
"Si… I had a dream… that we were…" he trailed of slightly and Ludwig smiled again, kissing his forehead.
"Happy…?"
"Si… Si, so very happy… and we… and we lived in a nice house like we used to and…" His hand fluttered to his middle…. Softer than it usually was but nothing too noticeable had changed.
Ludwig smiled and felt his heart, in recent years which had caught his surprise, said to be made of gold, swell with pride. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Feliciano's in a soft kiss.
"I promise Feliciano… this will be over before our baby comes into this world. We will have a home again and you'll will be able to eat pasta… I promise… "
"Do you… promise to make everyone else be happy as well…?"
Ludwig was a bit caught off guard by the question but sighed before nodding. "Ja… I promise to do everything I am able to, to make everyone happy again…"
"Grazie… um…. Does Ludwig promise… promise to help me see again…?"
The German stiffened, feeling the part of his heart that had broken, ache in a most painful way, and he stared into the milky eyes of the blind Italian.
"Yes…. I will help you to see again… I promise my love."
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Gilbert gasped before biting his lip hard until he drew blood, fingers curling so that the nails dug into his palms, hardly piercing the calloused hands. He felt heated kisses and bites along his neck and whimpered softly.
The unsteady bounce of the carriage didn't help anything as the other's length was pushed deeper into him, reaching new depths and he was so close to screaming… which he wasn't allowed to do… this, other than being awesome sex, was a test for him, to see how much he could control himself no matter what situation he found himself in. Kind of a cruel test on his 'master's' part, but he still made him feel good.
Gott! If he could just make it without letting any one outside the carriage know what was going on… then he would be rewarded…
He leant his head back against the chest of the other, trying to focus on the ceiling as short sweet spasms occurred through his body, his glazed crimson eyes rolling back slightly before he closed them. God, he was so close…
He was barely aware of the carriages stopping, but he almost gave out when there was a knock on the carriage door, and the sinewy silhouette of a woman showed through the curtains.
If not for the hand that covered his mouth, which he was overly grateful for, he would have given them away with a loud moan. The other… His lover… His Master… was intent on finishing what they had started and used his other hand to grip the Prussian's own member and start stroking it firmly before pumping it in time with the small thrusts he could give from his position. It was driving Gilbert crazy.
"Braht… we're here…" Came a voice beyond the door…. The first thought to pop into both of their heads… the heads with faces, was, oh god, not her. "Is everything alright in there? Braht? Do you need me to come in?"
The Prussian shivered at the whispers in his ears as a small bead of sweat ran down over his temple and down his cheek. The hand that covered his mouth lifted and he sighed shakily.
"Sorry Natalia… He's sleeping…. I-I'll wake him up soon and make sure that y-you're the first person her sees…."
"Oh… well… Spasiba Preuben. Just make it fast."
"J-ja…. I will…." He didn't have time to say anything else as the hand was back, covering his mouth hard.
Natalia spent a bit more time, talking to him through the door about details to give her braht when he woke up…
Gilbert couldn't take it anymore… he couldn't wait for her to leave and his release shot out of him, into his master's hand, spilling to the floor, a soft whimper escaping him into the hand that held him there. His mind was focusing on nothing but the beautiful pleasure that had built up and released… and in the next second, the first hot jet, shot up inside of him, quickly followed by a second. He shivered as it came back out, making him slide against the skin of the other, momentarily pissed at that he couldn't just enjoy this…. But then he remembered Natalia.
"… and that's all… you get all that Preuben?"
The hand lifted gently, moving up to brush his sweaty hair out of his face.
"U-Uh… Ja…. I got it…"
"OK… see you when you bring him to the council tent."
She turned and left, her silhouette disappearing and Gilbert sighed in relief, relaxing back against the body of his lover, exhausted.
"You did well, pupsik~" He closed his eyes softly as he felt Ivan's lips caress his neck gently. Who'd have thought that the Russian was such a great lover… though Gilbert's constant theory was that it was because of a lot of porn came from Russia and he was a pornstar in a past life…. Or really time since they only ever had one life.
"mmm…. Hey… Don't I get a reward…?"
There was a soft chuckle in his ear and he shivered slightly, goosebumps appearing on his skin but in a nice kind of way.
"Da… we're here to see your braht, yes….? Won't Ludvig be happy to see you~"
"I doubt it…" Usually, the albino would scoff or make a remark…. But he couldn't be bothered at the moment.
Ivan chuckled softly again, lifting the Prussian off of his lap and laying him down on the floor, coming over him and kissing him lightly, fresh sweat, still not dry, making their skin slide against one another.
"Then I suppose I shall just have to reward you in another way then… "
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Whoa… I started writing this like, two years ago and spontaneously started to rewrite it from memory with fresh writing skills and ideas. Honestly… this is the better start and waaaaay more smexy too. I was so uncomfortable writing smut then and this wasn't even full smut.
And don't worry… I am well aware that I said Prussia had been married to Canada, but it's all part of some long and complicated plot that will eventually begin to make sense.
And yes, I am also well aware that I have to finish other stories and requests… but this is my first original and though my requested fictions are, let's face it, godlike… I wanted to go off my own inspo… though I think I have three and a half fictions to work on… :/ Geez…
And not to worry…. I havn't forgotten about any requested fictions. Currently finishing my Franada (kiss from a rose one) and writing the Gerita, Spamano, and other USUK one down on paper first in scrappy ideas, so bare with me.
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