Oh lord. I just, literally just finished Aku no Musume and already I want to work on this little…*growls*
Characters are the same as previous. This chapter will be slightly shorter (maybe) and the line break thingy will definitely be different than "maybe _" ^^ Haha if you guys didn't notice in the video (if you even watched it) for Servant of Evil, the lyrics are something similar to "When I went to a neighboring kingdom, in town I caught sight of a girl (LOL) of green. From that kind voice and smiling eyes, I fell in love at first sight." XD So, that's why I choose Arthur for Miku. Because of his eyes. Did anyone else notice that I also had Ivan and Arthur dress in green in last chapter? XD
All of you might be wondering why I am writing in 3rd POV? Well, technically, I'd let the song dictate it (because Daughter of Evil was 3rd) but it'd be kind of unfair, since both of Len's songs are in 1st but only Message of Regret is in 1st. So I thought (I know! I can write Daughter/Servant of Evil in 3rd, and then Re_Birthday and Message of Regret in 1st! Yeah!)
So. That's my logic. There are many, many reasons I have the characters as they are. Did you notice that Mattie grins more while Alfred smiles timidly? And Mattie gets mad when interrupted while Alfred is used to it? These (and several more) and their reasoning are revealed in the last chapter~
Enjoy! R&R! I work incredibly hard on these stories, so please give me some reason to! *chuckles* (Oh, P.S., this chapter is the reason the story is under the "Romance" genre. *wiggles eyebrows*
Aku no Meshitsukai/Servant of Evil
You are a prince and I am a servant. Destiny separated pitiful twins. If it's for the sake of protecting you, I will become evil, too.
Alfred held back from laughing. What in the world had brought such depressing thoughts into his head?
He was shocked to see his brother so…not cruel. In fact, he would bet every visit to his mother that Francis was just as shocked, if not moreso.
Matthew was chattering about everything that came into his mind, not really caring if Alfred or Francis were actually listening.
Francis shared a look with Alfred, as if to ask "What did you do to him, and how can I ever thank you?"
Alfred shook his head. He didn't know if it had been his doing or not, but he did not consciously change Matthew.
Alfred remembered the fairy tale his mother had told him when he visited her for the first time.
"Beyond expectations, two boys were born. They were blessed by the church bells, which rang just for them. But for the convenience of a selfish king, their destiny was split in two."
At the time, Alfred hadn't understood the words. But when he looked back on it now, he realized she was telling of his birth.
Matthew and Alfred had been born, a shock to their father. He only wanted one son, and was enraged that he now had two. He exiled his wife, they babies' mother, and foisted the youngest one onto the cabinet minister-in-training to raise. While Francis was only about fifteen when given the sudden responsibility, he quickly went to training the child for servitude to royalty. When the twins turned ten, Alfred was sworn to serve Matthew.
And when Matthew turned thirteen, on the night that he was claimed heir to the throne, he murdered his father and gained the throne for himself.
Alfred gazed as his brother, who looked so happy and content.
Even if all the world became your enemy, I will still protect you, so please stay smiling.
Alfred shook his head. Where did such thoughts come from?
Francis flagged the servant down as he gingerly carried a tray from the kitchen. "Ah, Alfred!"
Alfred jumped and fumbled with the tray to keep it steady. He turned his head to the man. "Yes, Francis?
Francis walked up to him and held out an envelope. "You have another letter."
Alfred rolled his eyes as he accepted it.. "Mothers," he chuckled, putting the letter in his pocket. Francis snickered.
"Isn't it around the time that you usually visit her?" Francis asked as they began walking to the throne room.
Alfred's eyes widened. "I suppose it is."
Francis patted his back. "Good luck asking permission to visit her, then." Francis turned his heel and walked back to wherever-it-was-he-came-from.
Alfred sighed and opened the door. "Time for snack, Your Majesty," he called, walking up to the throne.
Matthew eagerly looked at the tray. Until he saw the food. He wrinkled his nose. "Pancakes?"
Alfred nodded. "If you don't want to eat them, I could bring you something else—"
Matthew shook his head. "I can manage for now."
Alfred never understood his brother's distaste for the food. Personally, Alfred thought they were rather good.
He smiled as he thought of the phrase "different strokes for different folks."
As Matthew chewed the food with obvious dislike, he eyed the parchment peeking out of his brother's parchment. He swallowed before speaking.
"What's that, Alfred?"
Alfred looked where his brother's eyes were at and saw the envelope. "Oh, it's just a letter from my mother."
Matthew always hated it when Alfred said "my mother," as if she was only his. However, the subject was rather forbidden, so he didn't bring it up. "It's around the time you usually visit her, isn't it?"
Alfred slowly nodded and opened his mouth to speak.
But was interrupted by his brother. As usual. "And you haven't started preparing?"
Alfred blinked. "I usually wait until I have permission to."
Matthew waved his hand. "Then permission granted."
Alfred smiled and bowed. "Thank you, Your Majesty," he called as he left the room.
"AND QUIT TACKING ON THE TITLE!"
Alfred smiled as he left the room.
Matthew boredly wandered the castle, looking for something to do.
"Ah, Your Majesty!" Francis gasped when he saw Matthew in the garden, surprised by his lack of escort.
Matthew looked up. He had been staring at the roses with loath. "Oui, Francis?"
"It should be said that it is extremely dangerous for you to be wandering around unattended," Francis said with worry, looking at for Antonio for support.
The guard shrugged. He rarely talked, so no one was surprised.
Matthew shrugged. "Then why don't you two walk with me?"
Antonio and Francis nodded and fell into step behind the Prince.
They attentively watched him as he stared at each plant, his like or dislike for them obvious in his eyes. Sooner or later, they were back at the roses, which he stared at angrily.
He switched his attention from the flowers to the gardener as she appeared from behind a clutter of sunflowers.
Time to make someone pay,
Matthew hissed in his mind.
Alfred turned to his mother in shock. "Why do people dislike Prince Matthew so much?" he asked as soon as the clutter of people dissolved. She noticed that he watched Lord Arthur, who was talking to Ivan, out of the corner of his eye.
She sighed. "Because of all the horrible things he's done, Alfred," she stated sadly.
"But can't they just forgive and forget?"
She shook her head. "For all that he's done, only a brother could forgive him."
Alfred winced at the mention of the two's relation.
While he was distracted. Betty grabbed him by the elbow and tugged him towards Lord Arthur.
As soon as he realized what was happen, he quickly twisted in hew grip. "Mother!"
"Lord Arthur, are you still looking for a hand servant?" she asked as they arrived in front of the man.
Arthur blinked and looked first at Betty (who he knew because she was the former wife of the late king in the neighboring country) and then at the man beside her.
He stared at the man in slight shock. "Is this—" he began.
She quickly shook her head. "No, no, this is my younger son, Alfred." Arthur nodded and looked at him closer.
So he was finally getting to meet the man that Betty was so proud of.
You do have to admit he's rather handsome—
Arthur shook the thought from his head. He had most definitely not thought that.
Alfred looked everywhere but at Arthur, staring at Ivan in shock. "You're really tall."
Ivan snorted. "You're really blunt, da."
"Da?"
"Da."
"Does 'da' mean yes?"
"Da."
Alfred sighed in frustration. This was going nowhere.
Arthur cleared his throat and bowed to Alfred. "I have heard only good things about you from your mother."
Alfred blushed but returned the bow.
Ivan studied the boy closely. Had he really just blushed?
When the formalities ceased, Alfred turned to his mother. "You talk about me when I'm gone?"
Arthur watched, a smirk growing on his face.
"Well, darling, if you were a mother—"
"WHAT?"
"—and were proud of your son, of course you would talk about them often!'
Alfred facepalmed. "You've only known me for six years and you're acting all motherly!"
Betty pouted. "Technically, only about a year and twenty weeks."
Alfred stared at her. "You actually took the time to figure it out?"
"Actually, I did it in my head just now."
Alfred rolled his eyes.
Arthur snickered. "While this warm family moment has truly touched my heart, I believe we were discussing something…more important?"
Ivan glanced at Arthur, who was faintly blushing. Not him, too!
Alfred pouted. "I already have job, Mother. In another kingdom, if you recall."
Ivan noticed Arthur looked slightly disappointed. "Hm."
"Stop working for him, then, and work here! It's so much better in this kingdom, you know, little to no executions and rare exiles, and my house has plenty of room for you, and—"
Alfred covered his ears. "I've heard it all before, Mother."
She pouted and crossed her arms.
Arthur cleared his throat.
"How would you two like to eat lunch with Ivan and me?"
Matthew fumed as he began the trek home. Never once in his life had he been so angry at his brother.
There had to be some law that would give Matthew an excuse to exile his brother.
Treason? That could work. Alfred had, after all, proven disloyalty to the kingdom.
Matthew sighed. He could never be mad at his brother too long, let alone exile him from the kingdom.
Matthew wouldn't be able to find a better servant, after all.
Both Arthur and Alfred were in a horrible mood as they walked idly around the kingdom. Somehow, they had convinced Ivan that Arthur wouldn't be harmed if Ivan took a small one-day vacation.
And so, they were completely unattended.
"Do you really have to leave tonight?" Arthur finally asked in a quiet voice.
Alfred nodded his head, staring at his feet. "I only had leave for a week."
Arthur narrowed his eyes. "Who exactly do you work for who is so cruel as to let you visit your mother only one week out of the bloody month?"
Alfred was quiet for a few moments. He wouldn't dare tell Arthur that he worked for the man that Arthur so passionately hated. "It's actually quite generous of him, really, if you take into account how they generally are…"
Arthur stared up at the sky. "Hm." He then turned to Alfred. "Would you like to eat dinner at my home?
Alfred shrugged his consent. "Sure."
Francis and ten to fifteen (he hadn't bothered to count) soldiers from the Royal Guard were camped in the forest on the outskirts of the kingdom. They were patiently waiting for the lookout at the city gate to inform them that Alfred had left the city.
Francis massaged his temples. He had no idea why he still listened to Matthew's orders.
If the soldiers hadn't been there, Francis would've token the opportunity to flee to the kingdom ruled by Arthur.
He thought desperately for an excuse to not kill Arthur.
He, of course, thought of simply following the phrase "let's not and say we did" but Matthew had asked for proof. And not only did he ask for proof, but he had declared he wouldn't settle for anything like a clump of hair or bloody shirt, no, that would be too easy.
Matthew had asked for an organ. Francis had thought of simply taking a page from Snow White's book and presenting Matthew an animal's heart and saying it was Arthur's. But Matthew was rather fond of killing things—he would know the difference immediately.
Francis sighed. So now he was stuck killing a man who quite possibly didn't deserve it, but he also had to bloody his hands and steal his heart, or brain, or eye—
He blinked. People could survive without eyes (it just happened to be a rare occurrence).
Slowly a plan began to form in his head.
Alfred hadn't known how it happened. But somehow, Arthur was drunk and rambling and extremely good-looking.
He had already admitted it to himself. He was indeed in love with the man. But said man was his brother's enemy.
"Oi, git, get me another bottle of beer!" Arthur slurred. Alfred smiled and stood up.
Over the past week, he had been in and out of Arthur's house so often, he knew it almost as well as the back of his hand. (Don't get any naughty thoughts—Arthur was being a gentleman and asking his friend over for lunch every day.)
Alfred returned a few moments later, bottle in hand. Arthur reached forward to take the bottle out of his hand but ended up stumbling forward on top of him.
Alfred blinked in shock, a ruby blush spreading across his face. Arthur's nose was mere centimeters from his one.
Arthur blinked, obviously shocked. He stared into Alfred's eyes. "Git," he whispered.
"Old man," Alfred replied quietly.
Arthur leaned forward and pressed his lips against Alfred's.
Matthew was dimly confused as he saw his brother wandering around so helplessly.
"What's wrong, Alfred?" Matthew would ask. Alfred would simply shake his head and produce a weak smile. "Nothing at all, Your Majesty."
Matthew sighed and sat idly on his throne. Never before had the crown's weight felt so heavy on Matthew's head.
Alfred stepped into the room and pathetically attempted to smile. "It's time for snack, Your Majesty."
Matthew shrugged, staring above his brother's head. "What's for snack?"
"Brioche," Alfred said, his smile slowly growing real.
Matthew sniggered, and Alfred couldn't help but feel his adoration for his brother renew in strength.
Alfred barely registered his brother's off gaze at him as he slid into the cell.
He slid the keys out of his cloak pocket and began working on the chains.
Matthew blinked as he caught sight of blond hair underneath the hood. "Al-Alfred?"
Alfred made a shushing sound as he undid the last shackle. Matthew slowly stood up and rubbed at his wrists. "Why did you do that?"
Alfred shook his head and began to undress. "Here, change into my clothes." He tossed the topmost shirt, breeches, and the cloak at his brother.
Matthew gaped. "But then they will execute you instead of—"
Alfred shook his head. "Please do this and escape immediately, Matthew."
Matthew slowly took off his clothes and handed them to Alfred, then slid his brother's clothes on.
"Alfred, what if this doesn't work? You don't look anything like me—" Alfred took the tie out of his brother's hair and pulled his hair up.
"It's alright, we're twins after all. Surely no one will realize."
Matthew had to admit, he got that feeling in his stomach like he was looking in a mirror. "But you're innocent. I can't allow you to do this!"
Alfred set his jaw and spoke in his best imitation of Matthew's voice. "I am a Prince, and you are a fugitive. Destiny sadly separated two twins. If they say you are evil, Matthew, well. I have the same blood flowing through." Alfred began chaining himself up as best as he could.
Matthew felt his eyes well up with tears but he slowly nodded. He fled from the cell just as the church bells chimed three-fourty-five.
Alfred didn't dare look at the people of the kingdom. Surely they would recognize him if they saw his blue (and not purple, like Matthew's) eyes. As he was led to the guillotine, he began mentally telling himself a fairy tale.
Once upon a time, there was a treacherous kingdom. And reigning at the top was my very cute brother.
Even as the world turned against you, I still protected you. So please be somewhere faraway and smile again.
I was a servant, and you were a Prince. Destiny pitifully separated twins. Since it's for the sake of you, I have become evil.
Arthur asked if Alfred had anything to say.
Instead of looking at the people he wanted to (Arthur, his mother, Francis), he located his brother in the audience. Alfred was displeased that his brother was crying.
Alfred kept his eyes on his brother and, when the last bell chimed, spoke.
"Oh, it's time for tea."
Alfred died looking at his brother, his last thoughts directed towards Matthew.
If we could be reborn, I want to be with you again.
The end.
I don't know what it is. I think it's the font, but "the end" looks so pretty but tragic. Alright, here's everyone's homework assignment! Open a new word document. With 12 pt. Times New Roman font, type "The end." in italics.
DOESN'T IT LOOK SO SAD? *Sniffle*
Ah, I just now realized that that was the first time I wrote romantic interaction between two Hetalia characters. (Except, of course, Gilbo and Mattie in "Blessing in Disguise" but that doesn't count since it's a one-shot XD)
Agh. Enough Aku no Hetalia for today. I'm going to work on Mission Number: Avery, Spy Extraordinaire! Yay! (Especially since I got those messages from PrussianAwesomeness 3)
Oh mah jesus. It only took me three hours to write this chapter! And it's 3,112 words long! Woah nelly, that is extremely impressive for me. *nods*
Just as a note, Message of Regret is next~ 3
Review! Hope you all enjoyed! ^^
P.S. The chapters after this one are going to be fairly shorter, since Message of Regret and Re_Birthday's stories don't take place over such a long a time as Daughter of Evil and Servant of Evil. And the last chapter is going to be almost nonexistent in comparison to the first one.