Almost Immediately, Here's chapter 2!
I SWEAR next chapter will be longer.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own it.
"Are you sure we're in the right place?" Asked the Frenchman, looking around. The sky was gray and cloudless, and fog surrounded them, making everything invisible. The ground was white and slippery, no doubt because of the snow.
"I know what I'm doing, Git!" Yelled the Englishman, angrily stomping on the snow covered floor. Currently, they were on a mission to find the Priest's missing wife, who had recently given birth. The children, unfortunately, had been stillborn. The Englishman, Arthur, had gotten a small glimpse at the children before they were taken away. Two small boys with Jet black hair. Sighing, Arthur turned to where the Frenchman, Francis, stood.
"I don't think she's here. Let's go back to our camp, and we'll see what we do from there. I bet Tino is quite concerned." He said, fixing the position of fur jacket he currently wore. Francis nodded.
"Oui. I could use some of the meat stew he promised for dinner. And I'm sure Marivelle is quite worried for me too." The Frenchman said, smiling as he mentioned the girl he currently bedded with. Arthur scowled, turning.
"Bloody frog, don't even mention that wench! I don't care about you and your- Wait, what's that?" Arthur said, pausing in the middle of his rant as he noticed a small opening in a large stone wall. Francis turned to where he was intently staring.
"That, Mon cher, is a cave!" Francis happily stated. Arthur nodded, striding towards the cave with difficulty. As he reached the entrance, he wrinkled his nose in revulsion.
"What is that horrid smell?" he asked, grabbing his handkerchief and covering his nostrils with it. Walking further inside, he froze in his tracks.
Francis walked in behind him, slamming full speed into his rigid back.
"Ow. What are you just standing there for?" Francis muttered, rubbing his now hurting shoulder. He once again followed the Englishman's gaze, his eyes widening.
Lying in a broken heap, was the priestess. A frozen lake of rusty blood covered and surrounded her ice battered body. A basket lay next to her, holding empty bottles. In front of her, a circular rock stood. From where they stood, they could see two small bundles, discarded on the floor.
"I-is that really...?"Arthur neared the body, gulping as he confirmed the suspicions of the identity of the body. He turned; ready to run out of the gory cave, when he heard a small cry.
No, scratch that, two small cries.
Francis slowly sauntered towards the circular rock, swallowing thickly. When he could finally see the contents of the rock, he nearly fainted.
"A-Arthur! Th-there's children here!" He shouted, immediately reaching for the two naked babies. Their skin was stark white, yet their cheeks were ruby. On one, a tuft of wheat colored hair surrounded his tiny head, and on the other, longer, lighter hair grew around his scalp. They were both indubitably twins, as they had almost the same face. They both squirmed in the Frenchman's hold. Arthur quickly reached his side, taking the larger boy into his own arms.
"What are they doing here of all places?" Arthur asked, sliding off his thick coat to cover the child with it. Francis mimicked his actions, making sure the child he held was nice and warm.
"I'm not sure…...Poor things. The Priestess must have been delirious and taken them from someone." Francis murmured, looking at the child with pity in his eyes. Arthur did the same, sighing.
The boy in his arms squirmed a bit before opening his eyes. Arthur gasped. The baby's eyes were blue, as blue as the sky and the sea. When the baby's eyes stared into his own, he swore his heart skipped a beat. The child giggled, flashing a toothless baby smile.
"…Should we name them?" Arthur asked, rocking the child back and forth. Francis paused for a bit before nodding.
"I don't see why not." He mumbled, looking over at Arthur. Arthur thought for a moment before smiling softly.
"…Alfred." He said, staring as the Frenchman looked down at the child in his own arms.
"….Mathieu." Francis said, nodding over to Arthur. Arthur furrowed his massive eyebrows.
"Matthew? Alright."
"No, no, Mathi-"The Frenchman said, only to be cut off by Arthur's angry voice.
"I know what you said! But I don't speak frog, so to me, he's Matthew." Arthur snapped, turning back to the child.
"Come on, let's get them back to the cabin before they –or we- freeze." Arthur commanded, running towards the camp they had set up. Francis agreed, running after him.
"Wait, wait. Explain all of this again, will you?"
"We've told you countless times, Tino! We found a cave, where the Priestess died, and we found these two babies there with her." Francis mumbled, watching as his woman fussed over the two babies, attempting to feed them. It was amusing to watch how, as she almost got the spoon into Matthew's mouth, he'd turn his head, whilst Alfred would spit the food in his mouth back out onto the woman's apron.
His attention was drawn to the other men when Arthur's palm connected harshly with the back of his head.
"What?" He asked, rubbing his silky hair. Tino shook his head.
"I said that wasn't very informative." Tino said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Oh dear. I sure hope the Priestess passed peacefully, at least. God bless her soul, and may he take her into heaven." Tino sighed, lifting Alfred out of Marivelle's lap and tenderly patting his back. The baby burped and laughed, bouncing slightly. Arthur reached for him, sitting Alfred down on his knee. Francis also took Matthew (After Tino had burped him, of course) and placed him on his hip.
"Now comes the hard part; telling the Priest of the loss." Arthur heaved a sigh. Alfred mumbled something in incoherent baby talk, bouncing giddily on Arthur's leg, almost tumbling onto the wood floor.
"Oh no, you don't. Come here." Arthur said, gathering the struggling toddler into his arms and standing.
"It's getting late. I'm going to turn in for the night." He said, thanking Tino and walking to his bedroom. Francis turned to Marivelle, smirking and handing Matthew to Tino. Tino took the child and looked away, blushing furiously as Francis kissed the girl, leading her to his room.
"You poor thing… Huh?" He mumbled, lifting hair from Matthew's sweaty neck. A small mark, shaped like a star, only backwards, was there. He'd never seen anything like it before. He frowned before he set Matthew down onto his lap, and sighed.
"Oh well, I'm sure it's just a birthmark." He muttered before standing and walking to his room, Matthew in his arms.
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