Chapter Two
Disclaimer: I do no own Hetalia, or any of the characters. I just like to play with them XD
This Story is based off a role play between Ocean(Francis) and I(Arthur).
Warning: Spanking in this chapter. Don't like. Then don't read.
It was later that night that found Arthur laying in his bed next to Francis snuggling against him unconsciously while they watched a movie. Arthur found it rather comfortable being in his old friends arms. Just being held like this made him feel safe, almost as if he were loved. His eyes blinked slowly as Francis stroked his back softly, they struggled to stay open. He was so tired and Francis rubbing his back was definitively not helping at all.
"Close your eyes chérie," Francis murmured to him, "It's getting late and you need your rest, you're are going to have a long day tomorrow."
Arthur gave a yawn, he was definitively tired, that was for certain and would have happily complied if the other hadn't piqued his interest about tomorrow. "What's tomorrow?" He asked curious.
Francis sighed softly and looked down at Arthur running his hand through his hair. "We both need to get somethings figured out tomorrow." He said in a slow careful voice as if he didn't want to scare the other. "To see where we stand."
Arthur closed his eyes and left it at that. He knew tomorrow was going to be important. He knew that when he had first came to stay with Francis that they were friends. But now, he wasn't so sure. It was strange how one thing, one single action could change everything. He shook his head softly and fell asleep slowly as his mind warred with itself about where he stood, despite how tired he was. Drifting off into the world of dreams he heard a Francis's soft lilting voice sing. "Si seulement, si seulement, le pic soupira, l'écorce de l'arbre était aussi doux que le ciel. Le loup attend ci-dessous, la faim et de solitude, il pleure sur la lune, si et seulement si seule."
The next morning~
The golden rays of the early sun streamed across the room through the drapes onto Arthur's face causing him to stir slightly. He gave a small whine and rolled over to hid his face into the closest thing to get the sun out of his eyes. Francis just happened to be the closest thing and he woke feeling the other snuggling into his chest. Opening his eyes he chuckled down at Arthur and petted his head softly, and tucked a bit of hair behind the man's ear. "Rise and shine. I'm going to be making breakfast."
Giving a small whine as Francis gently untangled himself from him Arthur grabbed onto a pillow. "Can I stay in bed while you make it?" he asked causing the Frenchman to grin for some reason.
"We can have breakfast in bed. It won't take long, and I won't make too much, okay?" He said as he pulled on his bathrobe he had brought in last night.
Arthur closed his eyes once again as Francis left and snuggled over to where Francis had laid stealing the warmth of the spot.
Downstairs, Francis fixed a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs and orange juice on the side, and brought a platter of two trays up to the room again. "Arthur wakie wakie." He said with a childish grin feeling accomplished with himself with making the breakfast in bed. He set the platter down on the end table looking at Arthur who just groaned covering his face with a pillow. "Now Arthur." He said, this time his voice much firmer.
Arthur groaned again and sat up rubbing his eyes and grabbed the plate from Francis's outstretched hand. He mumbled a soft 'Thank you' remembering his manners. It was a simple plate with plain scrambled eggs that were just lightly salted. He grabbed the fork and push them around on the plate for a moment before taking a small bite. He grimaced as he swallowed them and went back to pushing the food around on his plate. He glanced over at Francis who just gave him a no nonsense face.
Francis gave the other his no nonsense face, clearing his throat softly. "Don't play with your food."
Arthur huffed slightly and looked away and took another small bite.
"Good boy." Francis praised softly and sat down and began to eat his next to Arthur. It didn't take him that long to finish his, but Arthur was still working on his. He stood up wiping his face off with a napkin before glancing at Arthur's plate which was more than halfway full. "Eat three more bites, and then I want to talk to you alright?"
Arthur nodded and took three quick small bites causing Francis to just shake his head at him.
A few hours later~
Arthur was curled up tightly in Francis's lap wiping the tears from his eyes as the other whispered softly to him rubbing his back.
Francis didn't really know what to think about what Arthur had just told him. Out of all he people, he had never expected the elder Kirkland's could be so cruel to someone. Let alone to there only son. Francis shook his head trying to clear it as he though more about what was said.
Arthur had told him that growing up his parents had never laid a hand on him, they had all ways used words that were as sharp as knives when they spoke to him. They would poke fun at him and how he looked and tell him that he would be a failure in his life and no one would want him. Eventually all of their words had gotten to the young Brit and he had stopped eating and stopped caring about anything, because no matter what he did or tried it was never good enough for them or anyone.
Pulling him close and kissing the top of his head Francis sighed. "Arthur, you are beautiful. You shouldn't let their words follow you and haunt you like this chérie," He gently ran his finger through the others hair. " I will be here for you always and won't leave you."
Arthur felt his heart swell at Francis words, as the Frenchman pledged himself to him.
Francis paused in his words letting them sink in for a moment before he continued. "Now about this whole you won't eat anything. That is going to end Arthur. Do you have any idea how unhealthy that is? You can hurt yourself by starving your body. An as I told you yesterday night, I'll be monitoring you while you eat. And you /will/ be eating. You'll also be going to sleep regularly. We won't lie to each other, or hide secrets if it means you or someone else will get hurt. If there rules are broken, you'll spend time in the corner, or over my lap. I might have you go to bed early, or take away television time as well."
Arthur sighed softly and bit on his finger nails nervously. This is was going to be a big change for him. What if he wasn't good enough for Francis and the other left him because he didn't follow the rules?
Seeing the other was frightened he rocked him slightly humming. "Just don't worry Arthur, you will be okay from now on. I will help you and make sure you get better. Yes, I'm sure there will be a few bumps along the way but we will get over them."
"But I don't like getting spanked." Arthur made a face as he played with Francis's shirt.
"It wouldn't be punishment if you like it." Francis chuckled softly, he shifted Arthur on his lap slightly. "It's almost noon, you know that means?" He asked Arthur causing the other to make a face.
"Lunchtime." he mumbled and got up to go to the kitchen dragging his feet. He plopped down in the kitchen chair watching as Francis came in and began to prepare two sandwiches for them and some chips.
"I want you to try to at least half of it." Francis told Arthur setting a sandwich that was cut in half down in front of the Brit before taking his own seat. Arthur nodded and took a bite chewing it slowly as he watched Francis eat his own sandwich humming to himself.
Francis finished his sandwich in a few minutes and stood up and began to clean the mess he had made. He looked over seeing that Arthur had ate quite a bit of the half he had told him to eat and nodded slightly, "Eat three more bites of it and then you can leave the table okay?"
Arthur's face lit up and he gave Francis a bright smile. "Yes Francis." He took three large bites and struggled to chew them causing Francis to shake his head at him.
"Slow down before you choke Arthur." He walked out of the kitchen planning on putting the towel he used to dry the counter in the laundry room.
Once he was out of the kitchen Arthur ran to the garbage and spat out what was in his mouth making a face. "Bleh." He quickly through away the rest of his plate getting to the sink just in time to wash his hands as Francis walked back in the room.
Francis walked over to Arthur and hugged him from behind causing the Brit to relax almost instantly in his arms. He smiled and was silent for a while, before leaning forward and whispering, "I know you didn't eat all your food."
Arthur froze. "Umm.." He kept his face hidden. "You told me I didn't have to eat all of the food."
"I did.", he nodded, agreeing. "But I didn't tell you that you could spit it out, did I? Did you think I wasn't listening?"
Arthur blushed and looked down staying silent. He hadn't thought the other would have heard him. He had tried to be as quiet as possible when he had spat it out.
"You broke one of my rules, didn't you?" Francis asked waiting for him to answer.
Arthur nodded fidgeting slightly. "Yes Francis." he knew it would do him no good to lie about it.
"You're going to get another spanking then when we are done you'll stand in the corner for sometime."
Arthur's face scrunched up, "I don't want one." He crossed his arms looking away.
"No one wants a spanking. But you need one. And you'll get it." Francis told him sternly not going to sway on this at all.
Arthur made a small face running his hand through his hair his hand shaking slightly. "I don't see what the big fucking deal is." He muttered getting a slight attitude. "I didn't want to eat anymore of the sandwich. Get over it."
"I think that maybe you'd like that spanking now." He kept his voice even toned, all while lifting the other into his arms, he pulled a chair out from the table , settling a foot on the edge of the chair, he draped the other over his leg so that his feet weren't touching the ground, and began to cover Arthur's backside in hard rapid swats.
Arthur began to cry almost instantly. "No!" He cried. "It hurts! Stop it!" It hurt worse then the last one, he wasn't sure if that meant Francis had gone easy on him last night since it was his first time or because he was in more trouble. But he didn't linger on those thoughts as the fate of his backside clouded his mind.
"I thought I was housing a reasonable adult, but now I see that I'm just looking after a bratty five year old! Do I need to feed you, too?" Francis lectured as he began to swat Arthur's thighs.
Arthur shook his head as he began to sob. "N-no Francis!" He wiggled on him his backside on fire. He tried to push Francis's hands away.
He ignored the hands, but spanked the other with a bit of force as he spoke. "MOVE." Spank. "YOUR." Spank. "HANDS." Spank spank.
Arthur cried out loudly moving them to clutch Francis's leg tightly as he cried.
He stopped after that, but offered no comfort, instead marching the other into their room, putting a chair in the corner, and swatting him towards it. "Sit there."
Arthur let out a loud whimper and on it slowly but just jumped back up rubbing his backside furiously.
He grabbed that hand and pinned it behind the other's back, spanking him twice before pushing him down into the chair.
Arthur cried out loudly as his bottom hit the hard surface. "H-Hurts." He whined.
"It's not supposed to feel good." He sat down with a book so he could watch the other from the couch silently to make sure he didn't leave the corner.
Arthur wiggled on the seat trying to find a better position. "Nnn..When can I get up?" he asked sniffling.
You won't be, if you can't be quiet and sit still.", he murmured, flipping a page in the book.
Arthur whined to himself growing silent and tried his best to stay still and after a good ten minutes got up and looked over to Francis when his name was called.
"Are you ready to apologize to me?" Francis asked him softly setting the book to the side.
Arthur nodded his head rubbing at his eyes and walked over with his head down as Francis gestured him to over. "You have something to say to me?", Francis prompted, his arms crossed.
"I-I'm sorry for being naughty," Arthur said softly.
"And for what else are you sorry for, Arthur?"
Arthur fidgeted scratching at his wrist as he spoke. "F-For breaking the rules and being rude to you." He mumbled softly.
"That's a good boy.", Francis soothed, opening his arms. He wasn't mad, but now he realized this would be a bit of work.
Arthur fell into his arms holding onto him tightly. "M'sorry."
Francis just hugged the other tight, and kissed his hair. " I know you are.", he crooned. " I also know that you should think twice next time, because I have a wooden spoon with your name on it to help you remember."
Arthur shook his head no. "I'll be good." He promised though he was unsure how well he could keep that promise. Especially considering how he was punished almost immediately after being told the rule for breaking one. He would really have to try hard to avoid this.
Francis gave him a soft squeeze. "I'm spanking you because I care. If I didn't care, I would ignore that you were starving yourself and weren't eating. But I don't want to see you self-destruct. I want you to live. Even if you hate me, I want you to live." His eyes began to water as he tried to make sure Arthur understand why he was doing this.
Arthur looked up at him with wide eyes and hugged back onto Francis tightly, "No one has ever cared before...You are the only one that has ever tried to stop me..I care about you a lot Francis, I could never hate you," Arthur pecked him on the lips before blushing brightly and pulling away.
He blinked a little before returning the kiss. "I care about you so much. It hurts me to think that you're not getting enough rest, or that you don't want any food. I'm just so worried...", he sighed. "I care, and even if you don't like me for it, I'm going to make sure that you're eating and sleeping. Because I love you."
Arthur froze for a second hearing those three meaningful words. Playing with hands silently he nodded. "I love you too Francis."
He smiled a little, then patted the other's backside a little. "Alright, up. We're doing things today."
Arthur gave a small wince. "Like what?" He asked getting up from Francis's lap slowly a hand slowly straying to his backside.
He paused, narrowing his eyes, and pairing his hand a little. "What did I say about rubbing?"
Arthur shifted slightly and moved his hand back to his front. "You said to not do it." He said softly.
He nodded his approval. "It doesn't really help, anyway. And we're going out for a little while. Just for a walk."
Arthur pouted slightly, "But then why can't I do it if it doesn't help?" He questioned.
"Why would you do it when it doesn't help?", he countered, raising an eyebrow.
"Because I want to.." Arthur to come up with a reason.
"You're only adding to the friction on your butt. So in short, you're making it warmer."
Arthur couldn't fight with his logic, but still." It's an automatic reaction though when it hurts!" He exclaimed.
"It's one that you can grow out of. Or I can show you why rubbing doesn't help." Francis said sternly ending the conversation.
Arthur pouted looking away. "Aren't we supposed to be doing something?''
He chuckled softly, and shook his head. "You're awfully cute when you aren't being so naughty."
Arthur blushed an grabbed Francis's hand pulling him up. "Shush." He mumbled embarrassed.
He pressed a kiss against the other's forehead. "Go get dressed." Francis told Arthur and watched as the other went upstairs to change. A small smile gracing his face.
Translations:
Chérie- Honey
Si seulement, si seulement, le pic soupira, l'écorce de l'arbre était aussi doux que le ciel. Le loup attend ci-dessous, la faim et de solitude, il pleure sur la lune, si et seulement si seule."-If only, if only, the woodpecker sighed, the bark of the tree was as soft as the sky. The wolf waits below, hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if and only if only
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