Welcome back! Prepare yourselves for ANGST.
The two brutes, Calle and Tim, took Alfred to the ball room. Tim found some leather straps and a chair while Calle held the poor man. The chair's scraping on the floor made the American think of something dangerous.
"Set him down on it." Tim pointed to the chair that stood by his side. 'What? Set me down on what,' the captive asked himself. A hard wooden-like round but stable thing with a back supporter met his bottom. Alfred could easily guess that it was a chair.
"Help me with the straps," one of them commented. 'B-but I'm already tied up..!'
"What are you going to do with me?" Alfred thought for a while before continuing. "I'm sure Ivan will be really angry if you hurt me!" The two men did the straps without a word. They could have been frightened, or, they didn't care. Probably the latter. Finally one of the two men grunted mockingly. Calle made a face at Alfred though the tied up man currently couldn't see.
"Did you think we would do the dirty work? I'm sure our king wouldn't get very angry, because my dear, it's only one man in this castle who's able to take pleasure from torturing others. Your dear master, that's who will make you crazy tonight!" The brute tightened the strap he was working on dramatically harsh as he shouted the word 'master'. Shivers went down the blue eyed man's spine. Oh how scared he was. If he ever would get the chance he would beg for forgiveness like a slut, just to see another day. Yes, it would turn the sadistic man on for sure. 'Maybe it could spare my life as well?'
"Have fun!" Calle shouted to Alfred before he marched to his own chamber.
"Don't leave me here," the tied up man screamed.
A half an hour later, the door swung open. Well known steps banged and made noise on the floor as they came closer and closer. Then, the person stopped. Alfred began to sweat lightly at the tight clothes around his body. Had the temperature risen or fallen? Well, the American didn't know where he sat and waited. A big, warm hand gripped his chin, tilting to to both sides, up and down. Hot, wet puffs of air on his ear shell made the hair of the captive's back stand up. He chose to be silent.
"So we meet again, Alfred." Ivan muttered into his ear. He said his name with such pressure he didn't know if he was going to be strangled or fucked. Hopefully, it was neither.
A knife's tip scraped lightly along Alfred's throat. He didn't dare to swallow. Just think of the pain he would have if his adam's apple would get pierced by it. He took the chance anyway and opened his mouth slowly to speak.
"Are you going to cut me?" He asked shakily. Childish giggling answered him like a orchestra's music in his ears.
"I'm just going to cut these ropes. Sit still now, my little one, and that will be all." The knife disappeared from his throat, to the ropes. One by one, they were cut. It felt better now, even if the straps remained unharmed. Hands rested on both sides of his face, and with that, he was properly greeted with a breathtaking kiss. Ivan sucked on Alfred's lower lip, making him gasp. The Russian man took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into the other male's mouth. Soft wet noises were sent out in the room as they exchanged open mouthed kisses. The former prince broke off in a desperate need for oxygen.
"Don't ever do that again," Alfred whispered.
"You cannot decide what I do. I sit on a mountain of power, while you... Do you have anyone better than me? Your harmless boyfriend? He's nothing but thrash." Alfred felt rage well up inside of him. He became red in the face and grit his teeth.
"How dare you insult Arthur! He's much more to me than you could ever be!" Ivan bared his teeth at him in a disgusted way. He squeezed the blonde man's chin before tilting it upwards to stare into covered eyes.
"You shouldn't have cheated on me. I hate that. Let's create happy memories from now on, my little servant!"
"... that was in the past. I'm not your servant anymore. I cut myself off from your strings." Ivan wore the sourest expression, but that was easily changed.
"Then let me bring the past back! Bring him in." The king clapped his hands, and in through the door came another person. The unidentified person fell to the floor.
"Alfred!" The stranger gasped.
Turned out the stranger wasn't a stranger. It was Arthur, Alfred's most vulnerable companion and boyfriend.
"Arthur? Run!" Shouted Alfred. The Englishman sprang to his feet and shook the door handle Of course it was locked. Ivan smirked widely and raised a key in the air for everyone to see, well, everyone that had the chance to.
"Looking for this," he teased. The assassin took three steps against the large man beside the chair.
"Give Alfred to me! If you touch him I'll-!"
"Do what? Tell me, young man, what will you do if I touch him?" Ivan smiled one of his sickest smiles as he stroked Alfred's cheek. His another hand went slyly down south to stroke and rub on the captive's 'parted ones'. Alfred's cheeks turned beet red. 'Wait, he's not going to-? In front of Arthur? ...Uh.'
Arthur's shaking hand pointed at Ivan. He tried to calm himself, but it wouldn't work.
"Ivan Braginski, you sick fuck! I'll murder you and-!" A loud and sexy moan interrupted him. Never before had the Englishman heard that coming out of his lover's mouth. His knees shook violently as he breathed quickly. 'To think that it's okay, to think that it's okay for another man to do this to *my* Alfred- unforgivable!'
"Jesus Christ Stop doing that! Leave him alone! STOP MOLESTING HIM!" He saw red. Taking big steps, Arthur ran up to Ivan. He had no weapons, but he couldn't care less.
Ivan let go of Alfred's manhood that was still tucked into his pants, licked off the white liquid on his hand before gripping something that was hid well on the back of the chair. It must have been held up by one of the straps. A sharp and long sword lied in Ivan's right hand.
"Watch me, krolik," he said as he undid the knot on Alfred's blindfold. The fabric slid down on his chest.
He looked down at himself and noticed what the straps had done to his skin. It had cut itself into it to make him bleed. Arthur's voice made him snap his head up. He was coming against them, unarmed.
Ivan took him on him halfway to Alfred. He jabbed the sword's shaft onto the Englishman's solar plexus. The hit man fell to the floor in one uncontrollable heap. One of his hands was nearer the Russian man, so he stepped on it first. Finger after finger broke effectively. Arthur screamed and swore with a painful expression on his face. It didn't stop Ivan from having fun, no, it made him carry on.
"Stop," Alfred begged. It tortured him to watch the cruel action.
After all of the assassin's fingers were broken, the king stepped back to inspect his victim.
"How have the cuts grown? Sunflowers sure are nice flowers, aren't they?" Arthur hacked up a mix of blood and saliva before responding.
"They turned into scars." The white haired man lifted up the other's shirt and grinned.
"Wonderful. Just as pretty like you. However, I'm very tired of your existence. Alfred and I are meant to be." A angry roar built up from the background.
"No we're not! Don't harm Arthur anymore! I can do things... to make up for it. Please spare him!"
"Shut up." Ivan's irritated voice made the tied up man sink into a lake of disapproval.
The big man delivered a sharp and powerful kick to Arthur's side, making him fly some meters. Small tears gathered on the corners of his eyes as he tried to drag himself over to his lover. He needed to be near him. He craved it. Liquid, or what Alfred recognized it to be, tears, fell freely from his eyes. Every wound Arthur got, pained him more than anything he'd ever felt before. The desperate expression on his love's face, the pained sounds he made. He would have held around him protectively if he wasn't strapped to the chair.
Ivan's mad laughter crashed down on them as hard as his foot on Arthur's back. The Englishman screamed and tried to claw at the foot, but with broken fingers, it just became painful.
"Scream harder!" The Russian man shouted as he grind his foot onto the poor back. After a while, Ivan was not amused anymore.
"You're so boring!" He laughed as he shoved the tip of the sword down between Arthur's shoulder blades. He kept on pushing until it met the floor. The Englishman screamed and begged for mercy meanwhile it twisted slightly into the back. The burning pain could not be described with words.
"ALFRED!" A choked cry escaped the green eyed man. Alfred was too shocked to do anything. 'No! No no no! This cannot be happening! Tell me it's a nightmare, PLEASE! Let me wake up to find Arthur by my side!'
Ivan pulled the sword out to admire it. Arthur made no longer any sound.
"The little hare died. What a pity. I thought I could play more." He looked into Alfred's lifeless eyes. The straps went undone before Ivan dragged the poor man out of the room.
"I want to stay by Arthur's side! Please Ivan-" he couldn't talk anymore because his former master hushed him.
"Shhh. Silent now, take it easy. It will all become better by time. You have me."
Not long after coming through the door to the king's chamber, Ivan turned around to hug Alfred. It was a forced hug, but still comforting. Ivan smiled as his servant's arms finally chose to hug back. 'Take this!' A small pain grew in the Russian's back. He pushed the American harshly away and looked at his back in the mirror on the wall.
"How could you? I gave you everything!" A thin and short knife stood out from Ivan's back.
"You took away my 'everything'! Arthur is dead. That knife is dripped in poison. It will kill you before the doctors can do anything to help. Don't you want to apologize now that you have the chance?" Ivan fell down onto the bed. He sighed before letting their eyes meet.
"No, I don't want to be sorry. I only want for you to watch me till my last second. Would you grant me that wish?" He patted the spot next to himself. "Sit down, I want to tell you a story." Alfred hesitated but sat down.
"Once upon a time there was a boy and his family. The boy was only nine at that time. His family didn't love him. Every night, his parents took him into the forest. They left him there. The boy always came back home, because he knew the trail. In the end the parents moved while their son worked. With no money, he couldn't live, so he joined the castle's army. There, a charming prince lived. He was about to take his father's position. The little boy that had became a man, was ready to storm the person he loved the most. Strangely enough it was the blue eyed, confident prince."
"So I'm the prince, and you're the boy?" Asked Alfred. Ivan nodded and kissed him on his right cheek before he could stop him.
"Right. Take he key and get out of here before anyone can stop you. Live on. That's how much I love you.'' The Russian mumbled before laying down. He died silently with a smile playing on his lips.
Alfred took the key out of the dead man's hand and sneaked outside to the hall. 'I have killed Ivan. I've avenged Arthur and Ludwig!' However, the young man wasn't nearly as safe as he thought he was. Somebody within the shadows hunted him. The creature craved to hurt him for taking her brother's attention all these years. A cold blade stabbed him in the back. Another blade stuck out of his stomach.
"W-who?" Blood slowly pooled down Alfred's legs. He turned slowly around to face his attacker. Words had gotten stuck in his throat.
Natalia stood before him, her eyes watery. Alfred tried to stop the blood from leaving his body, but too much of it had already been lost. She smiled victoriously at the young man as he dropped to the floor and bled out at her feet.
"I win," she whispered and brushed away the tears on her chin.
Two men down, barely one left.
Arthur's breathing was heavy. He couldn't feel his own body anymore after Ivan had forced Alfred to come with him. 'Am I worthy enough to go to heaven?' The Englishman winced and laid his head down on the floor to sleep a sleep he would never wake from. 'Goodbye Elizabeta, goodbye Gilbert.' Arthur took his last breaths. 'Don't worry Alfred, my love. It's not painful to die. Follow me to heaven.' A empty groan went through the castle.
Four coffins born by eight men each were brought down into three dug holes.
"From earth you've been made, to earth you will be. We are now saying our goodbyes to our king, Ivan Braginski. His dear servant, Alfred F. Jones. Brave knight and lifeguard, Ludwig Belshmidt. And the man behind murdering our innocent citizens, Arthur Kirkland."
Ivan and his former servant shared grave, because that's what their king would have wanted. After all, he had loved the man. Arthur's lonely grave got marked with a small knife, one of his own. Sooner or later someone would pick it up and use it. The guards wouldn't hinder it. Then, it would be a forgotten grave among all the other graves of executed prisoners.
A month later, a pile of sunflowers laid over Ivan and Alfred's shared grave. On an flower there was a note. '*Sleep well my love*', it stood in a curly handwriting. People wondered if they were going crazy or not, because some swore to have seen their dead king wander down a path, through the north wall, and into his old chamber to throw up blood on the king sized bed where he and Alfred had slept. A pool of blood would always appear on the floor in the ball room where Arthur died. Nobody would forget the tale of burning love, offer, jealousy, power, blood and traitors.
Author's Notes:
Translation: Krolik - hare (Russian. My Russian best friend thought me how to say it. But not how to write it. That would be difficult..!)
If this confused/scared/depressed you, I have succeed. Hon hon.
I hope you guys noticed something! I used the term 'parted ones' for Alfred's ****. It's originally from the manga/anime Junjou Romantica! Take a imaginary cookie if you figured it out before you came to the author's notes! ;D So, this is the end... I'm so happy I got to finish this work, because I hate it when sentences like this come instead of a new chapter: Lately, I've lost motivation and I have no more inspiration to do this anymore- Etc.
Please review I mean it. I need to know what you think of my work~ it's my source of motivation to hear what you think... :D Have a nice day! (Oh no! My beta still hasn't responded properly since chappy six. But oh well... she'll sooner or later. Because we're friends. (-: )
Ps. I'm sorry if I left you crying. Really, sorry.
Next I'll work on a (sweet?) RussAme fanfic or the fic I talked about in chapter 17 of TKT, A crossdresser's key. - I think it's a good name. (A weird thing is that both the RussAme and the fic will include a crossdresser (or more than one). Oh well, who doesn't love them?)
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