A/N Firstly: Mattie's real name is Matthew, Mattie is just a nickname that is why Alfred thinks they are calling him his brother name but when i do have him in the story physically i will refer to him as Mattie only.
Secondly, Heinrich is 2PGermany name so you can tell the difference between the two since 1PGermany is in here also.
Thirdly this chapter does have swearing and sexual themes but nothing explicit therefore i'm going to keep the story at T because i feel like you are all mature readers and can handle it but if someone thinks it needs to be M than send me a message and i will change it.
"There you are." A deep voice said.
Alfred wipped around towards the voice, seeing the face of a man with wild blond hair and light blue eyes. Alfred thought the guy didn't look to much older than himself. He wore armor that consisted of a chest piece and gauntlets. He held a matching helmet in one hand that looked to Alfred like something that he had once seen in a museum. Underneath the man wore a pitch black coat, shirt and pants tucked into knee high boots of the same color. Strapped to the man's back was an silver axe.
"Who are you?" Alfred asked. Noticing the man looked confused at his question.
"I'd never take you as one that'd make jokes." The man laughed.
It was than Alfred noticed four other people behind the man infront of him.
The tallest who looked even taller than the wild haired blond had blond hair and blue-green eyes with a scary expression on his face. A spear was strapped to his back. He wore the same black outfit and armor as the wild haired blond. In fact all five of them wore the same thing only with different weapons and armor.
The second one appeared to be only slightly taller than the other two but shorter than the wild haired and tallest blond. This one didn't appear to be armed nor did he have any armor that Alfred could see, although the man was wearing a long cloak that hid most of his body. He did however hold a large weathered book by his side and had deep blue eyes, pale blond hair and was that curl floating in midair? Alfred shook his head wondering if his eyes were playing tricks. Nope, the curl was floating. He laughed, I really am going insane. He thought.
The odd laugh from the blond caused the five men to give each other looks.
The third and shortest of the five males had blond hair and violet eyes. He reminded Alfred of his brother in a way. This man's face was cheerful compared to the other four. He wondered why the man had so little armor compared to the others despite how small and fragil he looked although he did have a sword strapped to his waist so Alfred concluded the man had to have some kind of fighting ability.
The fifth looked to be the youngest. 'Atleast two or three years younger than myself.' Alfred thought. The fifth was only somewhat taller than the fourth male and carried a pack of arrows and a bow over one shoulder. He had very pale blond hair that almost looked white and violet eyes. He kinda resembled the third male. Maybe they were brothers or relatives. He had more armor than the fourth and fifth but less than the wild haired and tallest blond.
A voice broke through Alfred's thoughts.
"Now your majesty I think we have spent enough time here, we should head back to the castle." The wild haired man said. Who's real name was Mathias. He was one of the top guards of the castle along with the four other men, Berwald, Lukas, Tino, and Erik.
"Majesty? You think i'm royalty?" Alfred asked the man serious, pointing to himself.
"Of course, now your majesty this isn't time for games we must get back to the castle." Mathais said with more urgency. What if there were bandits around? Of course he and his brethren would be able to fight them no problem, but their duty was to protect the Prince and there was no telling if he would be hurt in the skimish or not. Mathias looked to the 'Prince' but what happened next he did not expect.
Alfred laughed once again. He couldn't help it. Maybe he was really was loosing his mind. First he'd been sucked into some strange world through a sword than he'd seen strange creatures and now there was these man who thought he was royalty. It was too much. He laughed until his gut hurt.
"He might have hit his head. He does look fairly beaten up." The shortest male, Tino offered to the prince's strange behavior.
"A bump to the head, memory loss? It would explain why he does not recognize us or who he is." The second male with the floating curl, Lukas suggested.
"That is possible. It would be best to get him back to the castle to get him checked out and soon." Mathais said, looking at the doubled over laughing 'Prince'.
The other four nodded their heads in agreement. Mathias and Berwald picked up Alfred who began struggling in the two vice like grips of the taller males.
"Hey! Wait a minute! Let go of me!" Alfred yelled, no longer laughing. He started to squirm trying to get out of Berwald's and Mathias's arms to no avail.
"Please calm down Prince Matthew. We're only bringing you back home." Tino said, trying to calm the squirming man who seem to be giving even Berwald and Mathias a hard time.
"Matthew?" Alfred asked, stilling in the two taller man's holds. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. He knew he was going insane but why would he be called by his brother's name.
"Ah, yes Prince Matthew it's your name. You've just hitten your head so it's alright if you don't remember. When we get back to the castle we'll try to fix it." Tino explained.
"My name's not Matthew, Matthew's my brother's name." Alfred said.
It was the guards turns to look confused.
"We should really get him to the castle." Erik said.
"Oh I don't think so." A gruff voice suddenly said.
Alfred was let go as the guards quickly grabbed their weapons. Mathias pushed Alfred behind him. Taking on a protective stance.
"Try to find a place to hide until this is over." Mathias whispered to Alfred, a sharp look in his eyes as he searched for the enemy. His helmet had been placed back on his head before he had grabbed Alfred earlier.
Alfred could only nod at Mathias order. The man-no all of them had taken on a completely different demeaners. Their weapons were clutched tightly in their hands, their body rigid and ready to strike at the first sign of attack. Alfred backed away, ready to follow through with the order but backed into something, something broad and warm. He barely let out a squeak as cool metal was pressed against his throat.
The guards wipped around at a triumphant laugh.
"Honestly this was to easy. Don't you think beautiful." The bandit said, smiling into Alfred neck as the blond whimpered. The man wore a brown coat with rolled up sleeves revealing three long scares on his right forearm. He wore an unkept cream shirt undeneath and dark brown pants tucked into black boots. His lavender eyes smiled victoriously at the five guards who could do nothing without possible harming or even ending the Prince's life.
"Heinrich, don't get so cocky. It gives your opponents openings." Another voice said, this man looked exactly like the other bandit, sharing the same face but his clothing was cleaner and he had no scars on his arms or left cheek like the first bandit had. Another difference between the two was their eye color. This man's were blue and his hair was slicked back compared to the lavender and disorder of the other who was clearly his brother.
Ludwig walked over to his twin brother and their captive. He looked over Alfred. 'I was expecting him to be different, much different. More cold and maybe even put up a fight but he's the complete opposite. So small and fragil looking. Nothing like what i've heard about the so called Ice-Prince.' Ludwig thought, holding back a smile while still kept his eyes on the five guards. Taking in account of their uniforms.
'Vin's best guards? Well, we'll have to see about that.' A small smirk formed on his face. Signaling to the other bandits to start moving in. Although to the five guards it only appeared as if the man was fixing his sleeve.
"Unhand him!" Mathias yelled, searching for a way he could get to the prince. He just needed to get Alfred away from the twin bandits and than he could attack without fear of the prince getting hurt. He and the other four had all ready noticed the presence of the other bandits. The situation was getting more dangerous by the second. If they turned their back for even a second those two could either slit the prince's throat or run off with him as they would be forced to defeat who knew how many of their comrades. A bead of sweat ran down Mathias's face. He could see the other's had already taken in the whole situation as well.
"Unhand him? You must think we're stupid. We would not come all the way here to kidnap Prince Matthew and then just let him go." Ludwig said.
"I'm not Matthew, My name's Alfred! Matthew's my brother's name." Alfred said, getting extremely annoyed but quieted down when cold metal was pushed harder into his skin, nearly breaking the surface.
"Don't lie beautiful. I hate lying you know and we know that Prince Matthew is an only child. So there is no point in saying something like that." Heinrich said, giving the blond a dark smile.
With a knife pressed to his throat, held captive by some guys and constantly be calling Matthew was getting on his nerves, Alfred had enough. Before either the brothers or the guards knew it. Alfred had balled his hand into a fist and swung it back, hitting Heinrich in a very precious and sensitive area.
Heinrich groaned in pain, dropping to his knees and his knife. Alfred took off as fast as he could.
Mathias took the chance to attacked a shocked Ludwig but the latter was just barely able to over come his shock and dodge it. Pulling out a large knife of his own similar to his brothers, he began fighting the palace guard.
The other bandits took this time to begin their attack also.
Heinrich meanwhile groaned and bit his lip at his pain, he grabbed his knife and quickly slipped it into it's sheath before he ran after Alfred. Neither the bandits nor guards could chase or stop him or Alfred as they were to busy fighting each other.
Alfred's legs pumped faster than they ever had before. He didn't dare look behind him. He could hear metal crashing and clinking against each other and the cries of falling men but above that he heard the solid thumps of someone running after him. Before he knew it the ground beneath his feet was swept away and the air was knocked out of him as he was tackled to the ground by a much larger body and pinned to the ground below. His chest raised rapidly up and down in an attempt to get air but it was pretty hard when you had a guy probably twice your size on top of you, crushing you.
"That wasn't a very nice thing to do, I think you need to be punished." Heinrich said, smirking as he leaned down to Alfred's neck to which the blond turned away in an attempt to avoid the man but only succeeded in revealing a wider patch of soft skin to the bandit. Heinrich relished in the clean, pleasent and warm skin and scent of Alfreds.
"I promise you, your tight little ass is going to make you regret ever hitting me." He whispered into Alfred's ear. A perverted smirk on his face as he pressed himself between the smaller blond's legs.
"NO!" Alfred yelled, knowing exactly what the man intended to do to him. He desperately started to struggle against the bigger blond.
"Stop struggling." Heinrich growled annoyed, he pulled out his knife. The silver metal gleaming and reflecting Alfred's panic stricken form.
At the sight of it Alfred went still. His heart pounding in his ears. He was sure Heinrich could hear it too.
Heinrich smirked, licking the knife before slidding it under Alfred's shirt and pulling up. The sound of fabric ripping rang in Alfred's ears as his chest was exposed to the cool air.
"You know when my brother and me first heard of you, we thought you were quite scary but you're actually very cute. It's going to be shame killing you but that doesn't mean I can't have a little fun with you before than." Heinrich said, his grin stretching at the fear in Alfred's eyes.
A blade slid under Heinrich's throat much in the same way he had held his own knife against Alfred's pale neck only a few minutes before.
"I won't allow filth like you to touch the Crown Prince of Vin." Tino said, hate in his voice and eyes, he looked fierce and terrible dangerous. Completely different than he had looked only a short while ago.
Alfred took back his earlier thoughts of Tino looking fragil and small. It was no wonder he had so little armor compared to the rest. As far as Alfred could tell the man didn't even have a single scratch on him despite his weapon bearing the evidence of a vicious battle. It made Alfred shiver as the red substance seemed to glitter in the light of the cold steel.
Heinrich gulped, thinking of ways he could get out of this situation alive. How could he have let down his guard so much that this man was able to get so close to him? He should have just knocked out the prince and taken him back to their base and finished his revenge there.
"Drop the knife and get up." Tino ordered, his sword pressed dangerously hard to Heinrich's throat.
Heinrich did just that. It was than he noticed his way of escape. He held back a smile and pretended he would play victim for a moment longer.
Tino lifted his sword ready to end the man but just then an arrow shot throught the air, heading straight towards him. Heinrich ducked away from the guard and disappeared into the forest but not before sending Alfred one last smirk and mouthing something to the blond that made Alfred go white.
Tino moved out of the way of the arrow and looked in the direction it was shot but saw no one and the bandit was gone also. He sighed, the violent side of him settled down. He looked back to Alfred who sat on the ground staring at him.
Alfred's eyes sparkled and he squealed startling Tino before hugging the shorter blond.
"What!?" Tino squeaked, not at all expecting this from the Prince especially not the Ice-Prince.
"You're a beast. Omg that was amazing! You totally came out of nowhere and was like i'm here to kickass and take names. It was so cool." Alfred said, in complete awe of the guard
Tino didn't know what to say. He had never been praised that way before and most certainly not by the Vin Prince but he kinda liked it.
"Um, thank you but could you please let go." Tino said. "I can't breath."
"Ah, i'm sorry!" Alfred said, instantly releasing the guard.
"It's alright but we should really get back to the others. It's still quite dangerous to be out here." Tino replied.
"Um before we go back, could you promise not tell anyone about that." Alfred asked.
"That?" Tino asked before understanding shown in his eyes. A dark look passed over his face. "That is something that is very important and we are supposed to report anything that could be vital to the safety of the prince BUT I can keep it a secre-"
"OH THANK YOU!" Alfred shouted, pouncing Tino once again.
"But i will only keep it between us for now. If something like it happens again I will have to report it all right." Tino said, prying off the excited prince.
Alfred nodded his head in understanding and Tino smiled in response before they started their way back to the others.
Unaware of scarlet eyes watching the two. A pale hand clutched a worn bow. The person came out of the bushes only once the two where out of sit. They grabbed Heinrich's fallen knife before disappearing back into the forest, unseen and unheard.
"Where you guys able to catch the other bandit?" Alfred asked as he and Tino walked.
"No, we weren't able to catch him because we were too caught up fighting the other bandits, the lackeys most likely. Althought Mathias was able to land a few good hits on that Ludwig." Tino replied.
"Oh" Alfred murmured.
"Don't worry thought. We're the palace's best guards so we'll be able to protect you. You have nothing to worry about Prince Matthew." Tino said, he was completely serious.
"That's makes me happy to know but I told you all ready that my name was Alfred not Matthew." Alfred pouted before shivering from the cold finally remembering his ripped clothing. It was than that his stomach decided to voice it's own opinions.
Alfred blushed as Tino chuckled.
They finally reached the other four. They didn't look to bad although they did have a couple of cuts but no major wounds. Alfred was glad for that until he was bombarded by Mathias who was insistent on making sure he not an inch of him was harmed by the bandit.
"I'm alright, seriously." Alfred said, grabbing hold of the man's hands to get him to stop fussing.
Mathias huffed, if your fine than we should get back to the castle. I don't want to stay here any longer and give a second chance to those theifs to attack again." Mathias said.
Alfred played with his hands, folding them and unfolding them again. He was cleaned and patched up and given clean clothes although the clothing he was given looked more like a dress but Tino had assured him it was just normal nightware.
He was nervous though, they had sent a doctor in still thinking he had hit his head but he explained to them he hadn't and had told them Matthew was not his name and that he had come from a world not their of their own. The doctor had only shaken his head but as soon as he had explained what his real name was and his relation to Matthew. The doctor had looked shock and looked at Alfred, really looked at him before he had abruptly stood up and left them room. He was later informed that he would be meeting the King.
He wondered why the doctor had acted in such a way and why he had to meet the King. Then again everyone thought he was Prince Matthew so he guessed it was normal for a Prince to meet a King but he wasn't really a prince though.
He sighed, he had been waiting for what seemed like hours for the King. He decided to look out the window at the dark sky. He could see more stars in it than he had ever seen at home. Home, he missed it but more importantly he missed Mattie.
Turning from the window he fell backwards in shock as dark blue eyes stared at him.
Francis kneeled before the sprawled out Alfred. Taking in the blonds's appearance and reaction. This boy was not Matthew but he looked like him, but even more so he looked like a splitting image of her.
"You said your name was Alfred and that Matthew was your brother right?" Francis asked, offering a hand to Alfred.
Alfred looked at Francis and than to his offered hand. 'Is this the King?' He asked himself before he nodded and put his hand in the King's and was helped up.
"I'm glad you understand. People have been calling me Matthew all day." Alfred said once he was on his own two feet.
"You do look very much like him." Francis said. "Would you mine explaining to me where you came from?"
"It's a world very different from yours but then i was thrusted into this one from a bright light into the forest." Alfred said, only giving a short explanation. Feeling worn and tired and not in the mood to explain everything clearly and in detail again. Although in the future he may have wished he had.
Francis looked thoughtful before suddenly hugging the blond.
"What!? Wh-What are you doing?" Alfred squeaked. Completely caught off guard by the sudden contact.
"All those years ago I had thought I had lost you but know you're here. Safe and sound, rosy of cheek and fresh of breath." Francis said, clutching Alfred to him as if the moment he let the boy go he would disappear.
"Lost me?" Alfred asked.
Francis shook his head. "It doesn't matter now because your alive and well. It must be a sign, a gift from the gods. My boy has been returned to me." He said.
Alfred was beyond confused at this point. What was the man talking about and why did he call him his boy? And what did he mean by returned?
Francis finally released Alfred from his embrace, giving the small blond a warm smile.
Alfred thought the man didn't looked like he had smiled in a very long time but he thought the man looked handsom with it.
"Tommorrow we will celebrate your return. The Kingdom will be joyed to have the return of their once lost prince." Francis announced.
"Wait, Prince? Me?" Alfred said, eyes wide with shock. His jaw went slack as Francis's nodded.
"But i'm no-" Alfred began before being cut off by Francis.
"Of course you are. There is no other explanation." Francis cut in.
Before Alfred could say more a brunette with red eyes and a scar came into the room. Those eyes turned to slits at the sight of Alfred.
Alfred could tell all ready this man had something against him but why? What had he done to him?
The man handed something to the king, a letter before being shooed from the room by Francis. He shot a dark look back into the room at the Francis's back and Alfred before slipping out of it.
Francis read the letter with an unreadable face before folding the letter and tucking it in his coat and looked at Alfred.
"Matthew is held up by weather in the east but will be home as soon as the weather lightens up. I am sure he will also be happy to have your return. He will do good with your presence." Francis said, starting to get lost in his own world. "Get some sleep, tommorrow will be a big day."
"You too." Alfred replied. To which Francis smiled softly, he kissed Alfred's brow before leaving the room.
Alfred left alone now that his nervousness had ceased realized how tired he was. Shutting off the lights with a yawn he crawled into bed. Quickly falling to sleep.
Rough hands roamed over his body but he couldn't stop them. He couldn't move, he could only see and feel as the hands touched areas he didn't want them to touch. Hot breath breathed against his bare skin. Goosebumps developed from where it had touched. Rough lips were against his as a hand travled lower. He heard fabric rustle revealing something he didn't want to see, didn't want near him.
Lips peeled back to reveal a dark smile as the something moved closer to him, inching closer to him, ready to pierce him, claim him for the man it belonged to.
Lavender's eyes smirked at him.
"I'll be back for you."
Alfred woke with a start, his body was covered in sweat, his heartbeat erratic. Heinrich's words bounced around in his head, to say he wasn't scared of the man was an understatement.
He knew Tino and the others wouldn't be there for him 24/7 and Heinrich had seemed like the type of man that wouldn't stop at nothing until he got what he wanted. It was obvious the man wanted him, wanted him in that way, he wanted to leave his mark. It would be like the man had written mine all over him and if Heinrich really was the man he thought he was, he probably would be claimed by him at some point. It scared him more than anything.
Alfred brought his knees to his chest and hugged himself, trying to calm his ragged breathing in the dark room as shadows danced around it, the moon still high in the night sky.
A/N Okay no Matthew/Alfred interaction in this chapter but I assure you they will be in the next.
As for the Nordics they are the 1P versions and are gernerally the same as their normal selfs but i have made Denmark-Mathias as more of a big brother type and slightly more serious than he normally is but he still likes to drink, joke and bug Norway-Lukas and Sweden-Berwald.
I've made Finland-Tino a beast as a reference to how scary the Fin's are in battle or when upset. Although he still for the most part the same as he normally is.
Iceland-Erik hasn't changed much.
As for the Germany's, They have some changes but 1PGermany is to me mostly the same.
1P Germany-Ludwig is a calculating and orderly individual and the brains of the operation. He likes to take in the whole situation and trys to carry himself in a dignified manner with keeping his clothes clean and his hair slicked back. He rarely purposely antagonizes the enemy and would rather not get dragged into a fight he deems unnecessary or risky and will try to keep his anger under control. He does however have great fighting skills and carries a large hunting knife that is very similar to Heinrich's knife the only difference is their handles which are brown and black and will defend himself if attacked.
2PGermany or Heinrich as i'm calling him is the opposite of his twin brother. Where Ludwig is orderly he is chaotic (very messy appearance, although Ludwig does try to put some order to it by slicking Heinrich's hair back but hairs always manages to come loose. Making it look even messier than if it was just let down), where Ludwig is calculating he's impulsive, where Ludwig is calm he is quick to anger. I imagine him as similar to Gilbert in personality but harsher and darker. He is still a smart individual but more of the brawn of the operation. He's also a slightly sleazy character in reference to the fact that 1PGermany normal blushes or seems shy about sexual/romantic things. So i made Heinrich the type of man who'd have no problem with that type of thing. Despite his roughness he does have an attraction/weakness to sweet and soft smelling things or anything he perceives as cute like his brother. In physically appearance (note this is based off the official sketchs) he is slightly more muscular than Ludwig and has four scars, three on his right forearm and one on the left side of his face, he also has lavender eyes.