Neither Tono or I own, nor will we ever own Hetalia. If we did, you already KNOW it would be way hotter. There would be no pants allowed during World Meetings, and a mandatory strip show by the hosting nation every ten minutes. *drooling*
Tono: Well… maybe not that far (yes that far) but maybe just a shirtless America with his abs covered in sour skittles powder for me, I mean us to lick off! XD
Now, enjoy~!
Alfred went running down the corridors of the palace and opened the large doors to the throne room where King Francis lay in his chair sipping wine.
"Ah princess! Have you finally given into me? Are you ready and—"
"Silence pig! Is it true?" Alfred was furious.
Francis feigned innocence, "What do you mean?"
"Don't be coy with me! Has Kiku's ship really been invaded by pirates!"
Francis coolly sipped his wine and looked at the color, "Oui. Our ships found the wreckage this morning." Francis was indifferent.
Alfred stepped forward, "Well!" Francis refilled his chalice and deeply inhaled the smoldering scent.
"It seems… that he has been taken as a captive."
The princess sighed with relief, but tensed up again, "Aren't you going to rescue him?"
Francis stared into Alfred's eyes, "What say you to throwing a ball tonight?"
"What say you to sending an army after Kiku!"
"Yes, a masquerade ball perhaps?" Francis stood up and slowly glided down the long room, intimidating the young princess. He held his ground against the king; he refused to back down. "Unless… you would like a party of just us two?" He touched Alfred's face, sending a chill up his spine. Francis leaned in. There was a loud sound that filled the empty air in the great hall.
When Alfred came to his senses, he realized he had just hit the king. He hit the king enough to twist his torso and fall back. Alfred towered above the fallen king, and he had never been more terrified. Francis immediately returned to his feet and roughly grabbed the princess by his shoulders.
"What a defiant little toy." He could hear the anger in the king. He could see his hair in a tangled mess and a red mark across his cheek in the shape of a hand: his hand.
Francis pushed the boy away. "Be ready for the ball tonight, and remember my sweet," He jostled Alfred in his grip, "No matter how many times you run away, I will find you. No matter how many times you fight me, I will beat you. And every time you run to Kiku remember… you belong to me. Go now."
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King Francis cleared his throat once more, preparing the final line of his speech he had been working on.
"This, my loyal subjects, will be a night to remember! In Kiku's honor, I propose a toast!" The king raised his goblet, smiling at the uproar his speech brought about. He took a sip of the red wine, and the crowd quieted as they followed suit.
"It will be a night to remember, won't it, King Francis?" A silver mask covered all of the speaker's face, allowing for only the eyes and lips to be seen. He was leaning against King Francis's throne, with one hand on his hip and the other holding a silver goblet. He was dressed as a pirate, an outfit that looked out of place even at a masquerade ball. A shock of white hair stood out on his head, and red eyes bore into the crowd from behind the mask.
"Mmm yes, interesting party… still I think we could liven things up, wouldn't you agree?" The goblet fell from his hand as he pulled his sword from its sheath and placed it at the princess' neck. A gasp arose from the onlookers, but was soon replaced by tortured cried as the pirates hidden in the crowd plunged their blades into anyone they could reach.
Blood spurted from wounds, screams escaped from slack-jawed mouths, and tears fell from eyes as the massacre began. As soon as the apparent lead pirate had left the room with the princess, the gunfire started. The people who hadn't been killed or injured by the initial attack unfroze from their shock and ran for their lives. Most of them were shot down within three steps; sometimes by a guard, sometimes by a pirate.
Francis dropped his own goblet and started running to the door, not about to let his prized possession escape. But before he could reach it, a sword poked itself at his gut and stopped him short. Blue eyes traveled up the sword, coming to rest on a set of emerald ones he knew so well.
"Antonio," The king said.
Antonio was Francis' friend many years prior. Like many others, The Unraveling changed him. These changes were not so easily seen, for he concealed his dark heart behind a twisted smile. You could look at this man and see the mind of a child, but that was far from the case. His bloodthirsty eyes looked down on Francis, "It's been a while, hasn't it, amigo?"
"Get out of my way Spanish bastard, I don't have to deal with filthy traitors. My toy is being taken." Francis tried to move out of the way but a second sword, one that resembled a union jack aimed and Francis' neck,
"I know how you feel Francis dear," he spotted a young boy along the walls rushing for the exit, "It seems my toy is getting lost once again…" Antonio moved his blades away from Francis, but kept them unsheathed and held by his sides.
"I don't want to fight you Francis."
Francis loosened up. "Good, now if you don't mind, I have a—" Antonio thrust his knee into Francis' gut.
"I just want you dead!" Antonio's words were quick and full of the laughter of a mad man. His eyes had widened and he smiled with all of his teeth as Francis coughed up blood on the Spaniard's boot. He kicked him again, this time in the face knocking him to his back. "My orders were to deal with you, but when I kill you I want you to be sobered up and not numbed out by wine and dancing with harlots." He bent down to the little French king. "I want you to feel every little bit, even when you're long dead I want those memories to haunt you and the pain to be etched into your memory. Pay attention my dearest fool, listen and hang on every word… and get a shave."
Antonio kissed Francis' forehead and tapped his cheek twice with his fingertips, "Good he's still alive. Now where is my precious toy?" His sadistic mood had vanished in an instant as he stepped away from the bloody, unconscious Frenchman.
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A young looking boy with brown eyes, brown hair and an odd curl sticking out of head was sneaking through the halls, obviously looking for something. He whispered to himself in the dark, "Feliciano… Feliciano…." He weaved his way through the pillars and the decorations while still keeping an eye out for stray bullets or a rogue pirate. His caution wasn't worth anything, "My dearest tomate, why do you keep sneaking away from me?"
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"Well hallo there, little birdie." The pirate took off his mask, revealing a smug smile and two piercing crimson eyes.
"Let me go!" Alfred struggled with the ropes that bound his wrists, wanting to pull the blindfold off. "Do you know who I am?"
"I already know who you are, little birdie. Or should I say, Princess Alfred. How could someone as awesome as me forget?"
"G-Gilbert? Is that you?" The blindfold came off Alfred's eyes and he saw that he was correct. The albino smiled at him, cradling his chin in one hand.
"Of course. I knew you couldn't forget someone as awesome as me."
"Awesome?" Alfred hacked up some phlegm into the Prussian's face. "You're still the pathetic excuse for a country you were during World War II, Gilbert." A quick smack to the face shut Alfred up immediately.
"That's enough back talking, little birdie. You belong to me now, and you will follow my rules. Otherwise, I'm afraid things may get very unawesome for you."
Reenee: I swear, I think I should've died from blood loss reading what Tono wrote. Talk about HOT! Read and Review our lovelies~
Tono: UNION JACK SWORD FUCK YEAH!