Chapter 1- The News
He had awoken on the floor, a pain slicing his head as he placed a hand against his forehead in confusion. How did he end up on the floor? The surroundings were something he wasn't used to either. Looking around himself, he realized he wasn't in home. He did make a mistake of getting up too quickly to get another pain coursing through his spine and back side. Groaning rather loudly, he fell back the floor, giving up strength in his body to move from all the pain. He wasn't all too sure of what was going on.
Footsteps echoed outside of the room and he looked up in confusion. Who?
"Are you up little Amerique?" A voice asked through the door. He visibly stiffened, thinking of his resolve by crawling under the bed, happy that his small self could hide under it. He heard the door creak open, steps coming closer. He heard a sigh and the steps leaving the room. Thinking it was clear to come out, he crawled out from under, standing up and straitening his clothes before he was pulled back. He opened his mouth to scream, but a hand covered it only making it muffled.
"That's where you were? You worried big brother Mon petit!" The Frenchman exclaimed, grabbing a strong hold of his chin and making him face him. America let out a soft whimper in defeat, almost feeling Francis' eyes roaming his body like an animal. It was terrifying. He scooped up the boy, bringing him out of the room and into the living room. He sat himself on the couch, turning on the TV for the younger to see and gape at.
The news had spread around like wild fire, the worst storms in the history of the British nation were being told around, some worried about their loved ones, others smugly smirking as they were told of the tragedy that befell the British Isles. A letter had been received days prior containing a letter detailing the dangerous storms and pictures.
"Mon petit, you made a wonderful choice of just listening to me. " The smug look on his face only grew as he snaked his arms around the others waist, chuckling at the squirming response. His hand cupped the younger boy's cheek. "You should be honored to be under my care. "He purred near his ear, running his thumb over the small lips that quivered at the touch. A sniffle escaped the smaller child's lips as his wide blue eyes were glued onto the floor, not wanting to look at the pictures taken of his once home.
Alfred gave out a squeak as he felt the hands move lower; only making his try to escape the confinement of France, but it wasn't given for his escape as he was pulled closer to other's chest. "Be a good boy Alfred." The words said the tone more demanding. Gulping down the last of his pride, he just let the hands roam his body, sometimes stopping to squeeze him which only made him feel ever so uncomfortable. Drawing of a long steady breathe, he just tried to get a bit calmer, leaning against the body behind him no matter how weird it felt.
"Mmh, good little Alfie~" Francis whispered against his neck, suckling on it and biting down. Alfred let out a sharp gasp in pain at the feeling of skin breaking. He felt the tongue lap up the escaping blood and shuddered in disgust. It was disturbing; dirty. He hated it from the bottom of his heart, but couldn't do anything.
Another squeeze; "Vous savez que vous le voulez."
A gasp; "Il suffit de dire les mots."
Alfred just shook his head, barely understanding the French due to his time spent with both the French nation and Matthew. He gave a stubborn struggle against the hold, trying to pull away by biting Francis' hand. The older nation let out a surprised 'ow', letting the boy fall from his lap. Taking this advantage, he ran for his dear life, not caring where he went, he just wanted to run away. Down the hallways, you could hear his little feet running across the floor, searching for any open way to escape. His eyes widened as they stopped at a door. Making a run for it, he got to the door, unlocking it before he was lifted off the ground. He shouted, kicked, screamed and struggled out of the grasp.
He heard the 'tsk tsk tsk' from behind him as he was carried upstairs. Alfred knew where was going. "L-Let go of my Francis!"
"Non petit frère, you've been such a bad child to le grand frère." He retorted back to the younger one, opening the door to his bedroom and tossing the child onto the bed before crawling over him. "Now let's see if you disobey me now."
The next month was more than dreadful for the British Nation. It rained hardest, come resulting in hail storms and snowing. It was December which made it worse. Christmas Day felt more of a funeral for all, hiding in the warmth and safety of their houses. A knock on the door is not something the British personification expected in this terrible weather. There was no strength left in his body to rise up and open the door.
Engwand, look up!
"-terre." What?
"Angleterre." Arthur's neck almost snapped up to see his home being invaded by an intruder… A French one to be exact; He stood up to face the man, though not meeting his blue eyes. They reminded him too much of…
"Frog, how did-"His bitter words died as his eyes landed on keys that danged around the Frenchman's finger.
"Joyeux Noel Angleterre." Francis finally said in the awkward tension. The green eyes moved to see a box in Francis' other hand.
"You didn't have to get a bloody gift…" Arthur retorted, breaking his gaze from the item. It was still pushed into his hands making him glare up at Francis. Only a sigh was given in defeat as he opened the gift, ripping off the offending wrapper the nicest way he could.
Arthur's face twisted in confusion as he peered up at the Frenchman before him then glanced back down.
"Why…" A step closer Francis came. The Frenchman took hold of his chin, forcing him to look up from the beautiful sliver heart necklace with a key hole in it.
"I love you. " The hidden smirk met the abused lips of Arthur's. His mind screamed for him to turn against the man, to punch him in the gut and just run back upstairs and hide in his room, but he was frozen. It wasn't that hard to just give in.
Giving in was easier when someone was already broken down.
'Alfred 'The British man whispered in his mind as he melted in the false love given to him.
A shudder shook in the teen's body as pain filled him. It stung-burned his whole being and let out a pained groan once again. Why did he feel this? Something inside him told him to go hurt something- someone. He hated it.
Arthur could only act on pure instinct, attaching himself to the Frenchman who happily obliged by just capturing up into a more deep kiss. Nibbling on the bottom of the now wet lips, Arthur moaned and opened his mouth to let the intruding tongue into him to explore the wet cavern he called his mouth. Green eyes were starring into blue ones, but not seeing what he thought. No, Arthur was seeing a different scene, one of happiness and pure love with a more grown up blonde who had the purest love in his eyes, not ones of evil lust. Melting entirely, Francis just helped himself to break the kiss, earning a soft whine from the smaller man. He chuckled at the sight, not expecting this sort of reaction.
"W-Why did you stop... " He whispered softly, starring up at Francis with gleaming green eyes.
"Angleterre... "Francis almost whispered as softly back in pure shock. He didn't understand why he wasn't resisting.
Well it wasn't everyday he got to have sex with Arthur. He wouldn't let it pass.
Translations: Vous savez que vous le voulez. – You know you want it
Il suffit de dire les mots. – Just say the words
Non Petit frère- no little brother
Le grand frère – big brother