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There SHOULD NOT be typos or grammar mistakes.. But who knows, well he doesn't. If there are typos feel free to bash your head on to the keyboard, that should be in front of you or near you and then after it's broken go get a new one or use the nearest wall. If there are grammar mistakes leave Matthew alone don't walk him over, when you tell people that you didn't, it means that you didn't see him and thought that you walked through air.

Crushes

A dark night, rainy, and cold weather.

Memories of a fierce battle, battle of high value to both participants, battle of ownership.

Clouds confining the light from the mostly hidden moon.

Beautiful? Certainly.

The victor? Claiming what now belonged to him.

The loser? Beaten, bloody and weakened.

Their surroundings? The same as they had been for hundreds of years, not changing but seeing all that has ever happened there.

Carrying a beaten body to his room he sighed, it had been a long night but he had won. It had been worth the precautions, thinking, planning, acting, all of the things he had done to accomplish this, maybe to some other not all that spectacular, victory.

While thinking of all the things he could now obtain, take control of, he laid the unconscious body of Arthur Kirkland, or as some people knew him England, onto a bed, his bed. He couldn't see any movement but knew that the other wasn't dead, their kind didn't die from something minor like this, and there was a pulse.

To make it simple the battle had been tough, he could hardly stand, his breath ragged and expression strained. Arthur's healing could take weeks.

He looked at the pale complexion of the stubborn man, who looked more like a teen than a man, and decided that he needed to be bathed. Later he would get someone to bring clothes for him he walked over to the clothe basket meant for dirty clothes and started to undress himself so that he could take a very much needed shower. Just as he had thrown his white top to the basket and started to take off his boots, leaving his pants still on, the door burst open, very loudly might he add. He didn't need to look to know who it was. "Hey bruder?" Ludwig didn't answer, he was too tired to do so. His older brother only licked his lips, while staring at Arthur. "How did you get him?" "Could you not bother me now… Please?" he added the last part as an after thought, even when he knew that his brother wouldn't get the hidden message on purpose. "So you have a crush on him too? Too bad…" Gilbert chuckled darkly while closing in on Ludwig, who on the other hand was looking worriedly at the slightly shifting Briton. He didn't watch him for long though as he soon found himself face to face with Gilbert, who was pinning him down to a sofa that was behind the bed and in front of the window. Gilbert was proceeding to ravish his chest while giving him orders and warning in their own language, everyday orders consisting of getting ice cream and other food supplies. The next sentence, however, was different. It was disguised into a question but Ludwig knew better than to believe the fake sweet words; "Lets do him together, ja?" after those five words his brother stopped kissing his chest, lifted his eyes to look into Ludwig's blue ones and the lazy smirk from earlier was replaced with a dark look that dared anybody to disobey. He knew from the start that this would happen, that no matter how much he wanted Arthur as long as his brother was around he wasn't going own him, he would only look from afar as he would be broken by his brother, not him but his brother. This vexed him but he still nodded to his brother, he still owed him, he was after all at fault for Gilbert losing his nation, so he had to make it up to him by any means possible.