Chapter Six!
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Warning: Occ'ness, Curing, Rape, Cross-dressing, and stuff.
A/N: I am sorry for the slow updates on everything! But spring break will just be a burst of new chapters and hopefully we will have PMK and MMD finished! PMK has two more chapters left and MMD is pre-handwritten. Also: there is a poll open on my Profile, so please check that out guys!
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Months passed and Alfred did the same routine everyday: He would wake up before sun rise, go to the manor across the street, collect their laundry, water their garden, take the laundry to his employer's home, wash the laundry, hang it to dry, then do what ever Feliciano, Ludwig, Lars, Gilbert, or Lovino needed him to do, then he would return to deliver the laundry before sunset, and finally he would tend to cleaning at his employer's home. This is what Alfred did on a daily basic until he was caught cleaning one of Lovino's vases, being caught by Lovino.
"Stop what you're doing, and stand still, Bastard," Lovino said, scaring Alfred. The blond teen looked over to see the older brother standing in the door way and watching him, holding a sketch pad and a few pencils; since he was just out sketching some scenes and returned to see Alfred cleaning the studio. Alfred placed the vase down and took a few steps towards Lovino and the exit.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Lovino!" Alfred said with a begging tone, hoping Lovino would of fire him because of him cleaning the Studio. Feliciano once told him to not clean the Studio because they needed to keep everything the same for their paintings.
"I said stand still! Move back to where you were standing and pick up the fucking vase," Lovino said as he sat down on a stool and flipped to a new page. Alfred scurried back to his pose and looked over at Lovino, who was writing something down on the paper before looking up at Alfred.
"Look at the vase, act like you're cleaning it and don't move," Lovino said in a softer voice and twirled his pencil around carelessly. Alfred nodded and took the pose that Lovino wanted, which made the brunette give a small smile.
Alfred stood there for what seemed like a day, only actually being two hours. Lovino stopped and placed the sketch pad down and heading over to a closet that was in the room, giving Alfred time to relax his hurting joints. Alfred watched as Lovino pulled out a blank canvas and placed it on an easel, which is what Lovino and Feliciano used to paint on.
"Go finish your chores, be back here at the same time," Lovino said as he shooed Alfred to leave, and the boy quickly did so. Alfred gathered the laundry and noticed the sun was slowly setting, giving him only minutes until his time limit was up. Alfred took the basket of clean laundry and Lars' letter over to the house across the street, Mr. Kirkland's house.
Alfred crept inside and began to place the laundry in its proper place, only stopping when Belle came to get her not from her beloved Lars. Luckily Alfred able to do everything and escape before Mr. Kirkland noticed he was late, which was good. Belle handed Alfred his weekly pay and shooed the boy back to his main employers' home.
Alfred went back to his house and gave the letter to Lars, which he did everyday. This was the new life of Alfred Bonnefoy, now having to add Mister Lovino's art time in his already crazy schedule. Lars, Belle, and Feliciano watched as Alfred worked himself to death to please the young lover-struck couple. Mister Ludwig, Gilbert, and Mr. Lovino knew nothing of Alfred's long and busy schedule, but they could all see he was slowly loosing his steam for work.
Soon Alfred had no time to even eat his meals, only snagging a piece of toast when he was giving Lars the letters from Belle. Lovino noticed it, and got mad because Alfred began to loose too much weight and became paler from his indoor work. Lovino began to paint Alfred, finding the boy's pose and beauty to be captivating and needed to be captured for all to see. Weeks passed and Lovino was almost done with Alfred's colors, taking a whole day just to get the right shades of blues to make Alfred's captivating eyes. Alfred kept in his pose and began to fall asleep where he stood, which made Lovino yell at the servant.
"Wake up! I can't paint your fucking eyes if you're asleep!" Lovino yelled, making Alfred spring alive and awake from his sleepy daze.
"Sorry Mister Lovino, I-I just haven't been sleeping- I won't fall asleep!" Alfred said, finding the energy to raise his voice. Lovino gave the teenage boy a slightly worried look, feeling bad that he was keeping Alfred from finishing his chores and keeping him from sleep.
"Just go ahead and leave, we can finish tomorrow," Lovino said, shooing the boy. Alfred's eyes seemed to spring to life, feeling a sudden compassion from the usually harsh and ill-tempered Lovino Vargas.
"A-are we almost done?" Alfred asked, stuttering from his sleepy state. Lovino nodded and dipped his thin brush into the cerulean blue paint. "I can wait till you're done, sir," Alfred said, flashing Lovino a smile and only receiving a smirk from him.
"Fine, just stay away," Lovino said as he painted Alfred's eyes, which seemed to change from a dull blue to a sparkling blue. Lovino sat quietly as his eyes shifted from Alfred to the painting, making sure he captured the details perfectly.
About thirty minutes passed since Lovino had to wake up the dozing blond, and Alfred knew Lovino had finished the painting as soon as he heard the paint brush being placed in the water. Alfred turned his head to Lovino, who was scanning over his work, feeling proud that he had captured the beauty of his servant. Alfred noticed Lovino knitted his eyebrows in disappointment, which made Alfred feel a sudden fear wash over his tired body.
"What's wrong?" Alfred asked as he took as few steps closer to Lovino, who ignored him and kept looking at the painting. Alfred walked behind Lovino and looked at the canvas, gasping at the masterpiece Lovino had created. Lovino picked up a rag and turned to Alfred, handing it to him genteelly.
"Wash this and then go get some food and sleep," Lovino ordered before turning back to his art piece, ignoring Alfred's question.
"Yes sir," Alfred said as he headed towards the door and left the artist with the painting. Alfred headed to the wash room and placed the rag in a bucket of cold water, which made the teen shiver as he dipped his hands in it. Alfred began to clean the wash rag, happy that he was ordered to sleep and eat after two weeks of doing little of both. Alfred looked up at the window and saw the dark sky against the forest and moon. Suddenly Alfred jumped up and looked over to the corner of the room, seeing the basket of clean clothes that was for his other boss. 'Shit' he thought.
Alfred left the rag in the cold bucket and grabbed the basket, which had Belle's letter on it, and he ran out of the house and over to the house across the street. Alfred opened the door, which was unlocked for him, and he began to place everything where they belonged. Alfred opened Belle's door and gave her the letter and her clean clothes and he rushed to place Mr. Kirkland's clothes in his room. Alfred sped through the hallway, being watched closely by Belle until he disappears in the darkness of the shaded hallway.
Alfred made his way to Mr. Kirkland's door, pushing it open slowly to avoid making any loud noises that would wake Mr. Kirkland if he was sleeping. Alfred noticed there was a soft glowing fire in the fireplace and the room reeked with the smell of alcohol. The young teen scanned the room, not seeing Mr. Kirkland, and he began to place the clean clothes in their places. Alfred grabbed a silk blanket, which he had cleaned and folded, on the large bed of his boss.
Suddenly Alfred felt two hands cup his rear end, which made the teen squeal and try to turn; but the hands seemed to push his weak body down against the bed. Alfred felt whomever's body push down on his, which made he groan from the weight and the strong smell of whiskey.
"D-d-didn't I tell …y-you t-to be here b-before sunset, p-p-poppet?" the drunk and slurred voice of Mr. Kirkland said in a harsh whisper. Alfred groaned as Mr. Kirkland dug his fingernails into his soft skin, only being protected by his undergarments and the think fabric of his maids' skirt. Alfred felt the older male's hands groping his bottom as he kept pressing his nails in deeper.
"M-Mr. Kirkland, please l-let go of me, I'm so sorry I was l-late…" Alfred said softly, feeling too weak to fight and to weak to stop stuttering. Arthur release one of his hands and began to snake it up Alfred's skirt, smiling as he touched the boy's smooth skin.
"Yo-you didn't listen, poppet, an-and now you m-must be punished," the drunk Arthur said as he traced the upper lining of Alfred's undergarments. Alfred began to wiggled under the man's weight, which did nothing in is favor and only aroused the perverted man. The man's words made Alfred's eyes shoot open and made utter fear and terrible sadness wash over his weak body.
"M-Mr. Kirkland, you're drunk!" Alfred said, hoping the man would stop; but the man did not listen and only began to pull down Alfred's garments. Alfred felt his skin press against the fabric of his maids' skirt, which meant he was bare down there. Alfred began to use the little energy to thrash around and try to free himself from being taken. Alfred's eyes began to water, feeling too weak to do anything but fight like a four year old against his older teen brother.
Mr. Kirkland began to push up Alfred's skirt and looked at the boy's bare bottom, laughing wickedly. Alfred felt the cold air against him now, which meant something very bad was about to take place. Alfred took in a deep breath and screamed at the top of his lungs, but the only reaction he got was Mr. Kirkland grabbing his long blond hair and stuffing Alfred's face into the comforter of his bed.
"Be a good s-slut and s-shut up," Mr. Kirkland said as he held Alfred's head against the bed with one had and using the other to grope and touch the teen's privates. Alfred felt a sudden lack of hair, which made him start to struggle and trash more; but it was only a weak attempt. Alfred kicked his legs for a few seconds, but only ended up slamming his legs against the hard foot board of the bed. The pain of being held and the pain of the impact made Alfred's eye pour out more salty tears.
Alfred heard the sound of a button being undone and something dropping, realizing it was Mr. Kirkland's pants and belt hitting the cold wooden floor. Alfred felt Mr. Kirkland release his head and grab his hips, digging his fingers into the soft bare skin.
"Make s-sure you don't m-make a sound, poppet" Mr. Kirkland's rough and toxic smelling voice said as he began to tease Alfred's virgin-hole. Alfred gasped and tried to wiggle out of the man's hold, but this only made him laugh and press harder. "I-It's your fault, poppet, I-I told you-you not to come," Arthur said as he pushed in his first dry finger, making Alfred scream loudly as it was forced in.
"Y-you're mine, s-slut-" Arthur said as he went to stick in his second finger, but stopped. Alfred heard something glass shatter against something hard and then felt the first finger being pulled out roughly. Alfred didn't have time to turn around to see what had shattered, but he did have time to see Mr. Kirkland's body drop to the ground. Alfred stared at the man on the ground and then he looked to see Belle standing behind him with half of a shattered Alcoholic drink bottle. Alfred began to wipe away the rolling tears off his cheek.
"Ms. B-Belle…. T-thank you," Alfred was all he could say as he slid off the bed, wiggling hips from the pain of that one finger. Belle dropped the bottle and grabbed Alfred, pulling the short maid into a tight hug. Alfred hugged her back and began to cry in her hold, glad that Mr. Kirkland was not still on top of him.
"Alfred, I'm so sorry h-he did this to you," Belle said, releasing Alfred from her hold and kissing the boy on his fore head. Alfred belt down and began to pull up his undergarments, which were just pooled at his thin ankles. Belle looked so horrified and she hugged Alfred, feeling horrible that Arthur did this to Alfred.
"Let's get you home," Belle said as she grabbed Alfred's shaking hand and pulled him to the door for them to go back to the Ludwig's home. Belle held the boy close and opened the door, only to be greeted by Feliciano talking to Lars about what to cook for tomorrows meals. The two turned when they saw the front door open, shocked to see Belle holding a shaking Alfred protectively in her arms.
"Belle! Al! What happened?" Lars said as he sped close to his lover and his friend, worried about the reason for her coming over. Lars felt Alfred latch on to him, holding on to him like a scared baby who just found his mother.
"A-Arthur tried to…he hurt him," Belle said, placing her hand on Alfred's shoulder.
"W-what did he do?" Feliciano asked, walking over to his two servants and the young lady. Lars began to walk to Alfred's room, thinking the boy would relax better in his small room. Lars sat Alfred on his bed and pulled Alfred's blanket over Alfred's shoulders. Belle and Feliciano were standing outside of Alfred's room, and soon Lars stood with them while Alfred looked down at his floor.
"What happened, Belle?" Lars asked his beloved girlfriend, who looked like she was about to burst into tears. Belle took a deep breath and started explaining what she heard and saw which made the two men gasp at the horrible story. Both men were fond of Alfred and found his innocents to be something amazing in their home, but what Belle told him Arthur did was horrible.
Feliciano gasped as soon as he heard the story, feeling horrible that his new servant had been touched like that. Even though Feliciano has had sex with his husband before, and he was use to the way men did it, he knew Alfred was only a child. Lars covered his mouth in shock and then brought Belle into a strong hug, saying Thank You multiple times for saving Alfred's virginity.
The three adult went back into the room to see Alfred crying softly into his pillow, which pulled Lars' and Belle's heart strings. Belle sat down on the bed and began to stroke Alfred's soft hair, softly cooing to the small teen.
"What in the hell is going in here?" Lovino's voice said, making the adults look at him. Lovino looked inside to see what they were worried about. The older Vargas was shocked to see Alfred crying on his bed, who he thought was suppose to be asleep awhile ago. Feliciano grabbed Lovino's hand and escorted him away, deciding he would talk to his brother about the situation.
Lars and Belle sat on the bed and watched Alfred quietly sob and breathe rapidly, both adults just rubbed the boy's back slowly. Lars and Belle started talking quietly; being the first time they could talk since they were little kids. They carried on innocent conversations about their lives and their responsibilities, Belle confession she was never returning back to that house where that damned Kirkland was. They began to plan on running away to Lars' home town, which were a few hours from the Capitol. Luckily for them Alfred as asleep by the time they decided they should leave, which they decided would be tonight.
Lars did not even bother waking his Master's up to inform them, but he did write a note for Alfred to find that explained everything. The two lovers packed Lars' clothes, a basket of food, and Lars' saving; and headed off to where they were going to settle.
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It was a few days after Lars left with Belle, leaving the home without a cook, so Alfred stepped up and took Lars' old joke along with his other jobs. He stopped working for Mr. Kirkland
Queen Elizabeta was sitting with Prince Roderich, who was reading a letter from his cousin. The Queen looked over at her son, who had a glare directed to the paper's writings like it was some war letter. The queen moved over to the side to try and sneak a peak of the paper, only getting a glare from her son.
"I told you to be patient, mother, it's only from Gilbert," Prince Roderich said as he handed his mother the paper. Queen Elizabeta took the paper and began to read the letter from Gilbert. Roderich watched his mother's facial expression change as she read it, all signs being negative until the end.
"He is so annoying, why must he always call himself 'awesome, what an idiot…" Elizabeta said as she scanned over the letter a few more times. Roderich only nodded in agreement, knowing all of Gilbert's ideas were stupid- but this one actually made the prince wonder what his distant cousin was planning.
"He does realize that I am busy, right?" The Queen said to her son, who shrugged his shoulders. Their cousin had invited them to a party at his home, like normal, but this time he was telling the two royals that Lovino was going to be selling his best master piece ever.
"Should we go?" Roderich asked his mother, who just stared at the paper a little longer. The queens sighed and shook her head, making Roderich slightly grumble.
"You have worked to do, I will go and see this 'best master piece'," the Queen said as she stood up to go back to her room. Roderich went to protest, but decided he would not anger the older woman any more then she would be by the end of the visit. Roderich looked at the work his mother gave him, which was just reading some proposals from kings and queens trying to marry off their daughters to him. Roderich glared at the writings, feeling sorry for these girls who were given no chance to find their own loves.
The Queen began to dress herself in a nice robe, one she didn't mind if Pasta sauce spilt all over it. She admired herself in her large mirror, twirling around and watching the skirt spin behind her. She grabbed her coat and headed to find Eduard to call a carriage for her to take her to Ludwig's house.
Eduard was waiting in the hall way, being told by Roderich to wait on his mother because she intended on going somewhere shortly. The Queen exited her room and turned to her adviser, who was reading one of his books while he waited for her.
"Eduard, go get a carriage ready, I am heading to my cousin's house for the evening," the elegant queen said to her adviser, who didn't even make eye contact with her. Only mumbling 'yes, my queen', and heading down the hall to get a carriage and horse ready to carry the Queen.
The Queen walked outside, finding Eduard waiting there for her and holding the carriage door open for her. The Queen got inside and sat down, smiling ear to ear as Eduard closed the door and climbed into the drivers' seat of the carriage. Eduard whipped the reins and the horse began to trot out of the palace yard and to the streets of the city.
The ride lasted about ten minutes until the carriage stopped and Eduard helped his beloved queen out, even escorting her to the front door. Eduard knocked on the door, hearing a cheerful Feliciano running to see who was visiting. Feliciano opened the door and smiled happily, seeing the Queen and her adviser.
"Ciao, your majesty!" Feliciano greeted happily.
"Hello, Feliciano, I hope your brother's painting is worth this trip," the queen said, smiling at the shorter boy.
"Yes, mam! It is really pretty!" Feliciano said, escorting Eduard and Queen Elizabeta into the house and into their den. The queen followed Feliciano and stopped and gawked at the painting in front of her. Never had she seen who was in neither the painting nor the vase this person held.
"My god…" the queen and her adviser mumbled softly, both getting a similar idea in their heads
End of chapter six!
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