Regrets
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Or the poem When We Two Parted by Lord Byron.
Chapter 7: Interlude 2: The Dramatic and Shy Lovers
Francis hated the waiting; the war that plagued Spades was cause to worry amongst the other kingdoms, especially his. While him and the Queen did not see eye to eye, he hated knowing that his lover's brother was dead and he never wished the loss of a loved one on Arthur, no matter their disagreements. That was not the main cause for his worry though. No, the main cause of his worry was his shy lover had become withdrawn with the news of his brother's death, which he was skeptical of since the information came from a joker. Joker's were not known for their generosity or honesty, they would never tell someone something unless it benefited themselves.
Anxiously, Francis knocked on Matthew's room door. "Go away."
"Non, mon cher, you must let me in. You are suffering, I swore as your lover I would share in that when you needed me. We may be unable to marry but you mean the world to me and those vows may as well have been yours," Francis said, leaning against the door, his hand on the handle and his forehead pressed against the frame. "s'il vous plait, mon cher, open the door."
He heard a faint shuffling from within and the door unlocked and he stepped back just as Matthew opened the door a bit. Francis took in his lover's state with a solemn look. Matthew's eyes were red and puffy, he looked a bit peaky, bordering ill, and his whole body radiated a sadness that made Francis question whether or not he would ever receive a reaction as bad as this from Matthew if something happened to him, but he pushed aside the thought, because he did not want to know and hoped his lover would move past his death.
"How are you Matthieu? I have not seen you since you gave me the news of your…brother?" Francis asked carefully.
"My twin," Matthew corrected almost out of habit, but he realized it didn't matter anymore, because no one would ever recognize that he was Al's younger brother. Now he was alone.
"Why don't you tell me something about him?" Francis asked leading Matthew outdoors into the garden, away from the room he had shut himself away in. He was not eager to let his lover become a recluse once more and shut himself away.
"I know of a poem that hails from the land of Spades, it suits this quite well actually," Matthew admitted. "When we two parted/ In silence and tears,/ Half broken-hearted/ To sever for years,/ Pale grew thy cheek and cold,/ Colder thy kiss;/ Truly that hour foretold/ Sorrow to this./ The dew of the morning /Sunk chill on my brow- /It felt like the warning/Of what I feel now./ Thy vows are all broken,/ And light is thy fame;/ I hear thy name spoken,/ And share in its shame./ They name thee before me,/ A knell to mine ear;/ A shudder comes o'er me- /Why wert thou so dear? /They know not I knew thee, / Who knew thee so well- /Long, long I shall rue thee, /Too deeply to tell./ In secret we met-/ In silence I grieve, / That thy heart could forget,/ Thy spirit deceive/ If I should meet thee /After long years, /How should I greet thee?- /With silence and tears."
The intensity of Matthew's feelings felt like pins and needles in Francis's chest, his heart doused in ice, even though he knew it wasn't like that between the brothers; Matthew had always been extremely sensitive. Francis placed his hand over one of Matthew's as Matthew stared blankly across the beautiful landscape before them. There was no romance or love or joy, just unending sorrow that eclipsed him from his lover. "Matthieu, do not fret. I have already arranged for us to go visit the Spades Kingdom in a few days. We shall leave tomorrow and head out in search of the truth. It is important to know if one of the Monarchs is gone, it upsets the balance and so far there has been no word."
"I know Francis, but I cannot help but worry. My brother, he's reckless and can be an idiot and he's so oblivious unless he is passionate. When he's passionate his words are inspiring, beautiful and works of art, he's the type of person who could change the world just by talking about what he believes is right and just," Matthew said, his face growing brighter as he thought of his brother's fonder moments when they had still been together so many years ago in the land of Hearts. "He will die for what he believes is right, Francis, if he isn't already. He will fight to protect those people who made him king because they are his people and he will care for all of them, even if he doesn't know their name. He's so…different from you royals and he worries me as much as I can take pride in him or feel ashamed for him. There are some days I felt what he felt, receive glimpses of what he sees. He and I are twins bound by something else and I love him and hate him for it both."
"It will be alright, mon petite. You will see," Francis said, pulling Matthew close to him and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You will see."
Matthew tilted his head and looked up at Francis. For the first time since he had heard of his brother's downfall to the king of Clubs, he smiled at Francis and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "Thank you, for listening Francis. Thank you for being here with me and letting me talk. Thank you for loving me."
Francis plucked a red rose from the bush nearest to them and placed it behind Matthew's ear. "I will always do whatever I can to please you, mon amour."
Matthew flushed red in pleasure and shivered from the chill wind, but he drew himself closer to his lover and leaned up to press his lips against his lover's. Their kiss did not remain chaste as it was not long before the two were kissing passionately, but Matthew's sense of modesty was still well preserved despite his lover's perverted tendencies. "If you want me love, we have to move."
Francis groaned a bit, but lead them back into the palace, his lips scarce leaving Matthew's as the two made their way back to his room, pressing intimately against walls and doors, until finally within the room and behind the closed doors of his bedroom Matthew allowed Francis to undress him.
"You are beautiful, mon amour," Francis murmured into Matthew's ear. "I will show you that you are in every way."
"Ah, Francis…don't stop," Matthew moaned out as Francis ground their erections against each other, only moving to grab some oil from the bedside so he could prepare his lover properly.
"I will not hurt you Matthew," Francis whispered to his lover. "As long as I live I swear I will always love you."
"I know…Francis," Matthew panted, writhing against the sheets of his bed. "I…know…and I love you…I've always, trusted you."
Francis pumped his fingers in and out of his lover, preparing him for the main moment of pleasure. "I'm glad for that, because I could not live without you anymore Matthieu. You are my sun, my sky, my love, my heart, and the best part of me. You are my everything and more."
"Francis…I can't wait any more…I need you, please," Matthew begged.
Francis smirked as his kissed his way up Matthew's body, whispering, "Of course," and claiming his lips as he thrust into Matthew's body. The two moved in sync with each other and all they felt was love and joy, reveling in each other's body as though they were having sex with each other for the first time. They broke apart for air, but never strayed for long, until they finally reached climax together. Wrapping their limbs around each other and unwilling to move, they fell into a contented sleep.
A/N: So…for those of you who wondered about the M rating? This is why. There will be future lemons and probably more violent and bloody battles until I get out of the warzone and back to the USUK drama. This was actually unplanned, but I figured it's Valentine's Day, so here's part two of my Valentine's gift to you guys. *whistles innocently*
