Yo! I'm ashamed to say this but there is hardly any yaoi in this but this chapter will be used to harbor in further fluffy yaoi moments. I'm thinking about putting Peter in eventually but I don't know. I also know that some people may not like the idea of Greece as a doctor but I'm thinking maybe I could pair him up with Turkey in some weird way. Idk, I will do what I think of. Praise the Yaoi! Lol, thanks to all the reviewers! You guys rock! Here are the review replies!
Yuuvune: Yeah I know. That does sound just like something Gilbert would do. He's so impulsive and we all know what head he's thinking with! I actually have no idea how long this story will go on. That's kinda bad huh? I suppose I should know when it will stop but I don't! (cries) Oh well. I agree with what you said about France/England. I find them to be the all purpose couple because they fit perfectly in any category! The way Arthur is so grumpy and the way Francis is so pervertedly crazy. They have so much history together and their personalities are too adorable! It also doesn't hurt that they're smoking hot! Thanks a ton for the review!
SpirallingHarmony: I know! Francis does make such a hot topper! Lol and I agree, maybe I need to toughen Arthur up but I like how he has that submissive side to him. You know I think it gets harder and harder for him to deny all that random devotion Francis likes bestowing on him. Yes darling, they are now stranded. I wanted to write a chapter where Francis takes care of a vulnerable Arthur so I did, though it is a bit serious. You'll know what I mean when you read this. I seriously enjoyed the comment about the food. It made me smile! (see if you can find the part that comment inspired) I like how you noticed that both Gilbert and Feliciano were to blame, good eye! In this chapter you'll see why Arthur dislikes England. Thanks a ton for the review!
tigercubsis: Thank you very much! You're too kind. The fourth chapter was the past chapter, wasn't it? Well, I'm happy you have a favorite! I thought about stranding them on an island but it seemed really cliche and I would have rather had a completely unrealistic lifesaver scene, lol! You'll see what happens to a deathly sick Arthur and broke Francis in this chapter. Thanks a ton for the review!
Shurunei: It's great to have you back! I'm glad your computer got fixed! You'll see why Arthur doesn't like his home country in this chapter. I figured that Francis wouldn't like it because of the whole Britain and France dislike. It just seemed to me that Gilbert would be up in the crows nest thinking "How unawesome, I have a cook to molest! I should do that instead!" Lol. I also think that Feliciano would be the type to think he was doing everyone a big favor and screw up. Maybe I should have Ludwig "punish" him? Thanks a ton for the review. Sadly there isn't much yaoi in this but I need this chapter to bring in the bigger yaoi guns! Lol.
Arthur moaned again from the pain. Francis tried his best to keep himself upright from the added weight of the other. He had thought that the Captain was a bit pale but it was now becoming obvious that the Brit had gotten a cold. They certainly attracted attention. When they walked down the cobblestone roads of Britain people would scowl at them like they had a terrible disease. Francis let out a sardonic laugh in his head. Was it really only three days ago that he had been sitting high in his castle looking down on the common man? It certainly was different to be on the other side.
The Captain shifted again as he stared listlessly in front of him. The green eyes that were so full of life looked dead to the world. Francis knew that if he was suddenly to let go the younger would go tumbling to the ground, unable to even pick himself up. The Prince took a deep breath, he couldn't start panicking now. It was obvious that his Mon Petit needed a doctor. Little gasps of breath escaped the younger as he leaned closer to the Frenchman for warmth.
The Prince let out a tired sigh as he walked over to a lady that was standing on the street advertising the opening of a new café. One look at the two of them and the lady cringed. Francis could tell that she thought she might become a victim of a mugging. Francis prepared his voice so he wouldn't speak with much of an accent as he asked her.
"Excuse me. I was wondering if you could tell me where a doctor is." He asked in his most pitiful sounding voice while he gave her the kicked puppy dog eyes. The lady visibly relaxed but it still looked like she wouldn't hesitate to run.
"There is a doctor on this side of town but please don't take offense to this, he would probably have the police escort you out as soon as you stepped foot inside the door. It doesn't look like you have much money, um there is a doctor on the other side of town that doesn't charge to much but you get what you pay for. He tends to always have cats running around and he sleeps a lot but he's a good man. Here, this should be enough to pay for your visit." The lady said as she gave them five dollars. Francis almost wanted to bust out in tears at her kindness.
"Thank you." He said as he took the money. Francis felt some shame for taking the money but Arthur needed to get to a doctor. He'd never had to rely on the kindness of strangers, this was another new thing he was starting to get. A big guy came out of the café.
"Julie! Are these guys bothering you?" The muscular guy asked as he glared at the two. The lady shook her head.
"No, they were just asking where a doctor was." Julie stated. The guy scoffed.
"Well, don't make it a habit of talking to beggars! We're trying to make money not give it all away!" The man ground out. The lady puffed out her cheeks and the two proceeded to get into an argument. The Frenchman shook his head and began walking towards the way that Julie had pointed.
"Umm…where are….umm…we headed now?" Arthur moaned as he swayed on his feet while still holding the Frenchman.
"To the doctor Mon Petit." The Captain made a sound that was between a groan and a moan and closed his eyes, letting the other drag him to where they were going.
Berwald hid behind one of the buildings on the street. He held Tino close to his chest as he heard the loud footsteps of the guards chasing after them. The younger of the two evened out his breathing as he leaned tensely against the well built chest. The duffel bad that they had taken from Berwald's house sat at their feet. The Former head guard listened for a few more moments before he released his hold from the other. Tino let out a sigh of relief.
"That was close." The young man sighed as he went to pick up the duffel bag. He strained as he tried to lift the luggage. He heard an amused sound from the man behind him as the bag was easily lifted from his hands. A blush of embarrassment came over Tino. The other must think he was so weak. It sure didn't help that he was wearing one of his superior's shirts that came down to his knees. He must look like such a kid!
The guards had been after them constantly since the day after they escaped. They barely had time sneak into Berwald's house and pack up. He wondered if his former superior minded him tagging along. The blond frowned at the thought. His superior must only be taking him along out of some sort of misplaced responsibility. It wasn't like the taller male could like him, could he? A depressed sigh exited Tino. Berwald watched how a frown suddenly came over his little wife's face. What could possibly be wrong? Maybe the stress of being hunted down was wearing on the younger.
"Wh't wr'g wif'y?" The former head guard asked in a serious voice. This snapped Tino out of his depressing musings as he looked up at the older. His eyes came to meet the dark blue eyes of the stronger man. He could feel a blush rising to his cheeks at the intense look before he quickly looked away.
"Oh nothing! I was just thinking, that's all! We should probably get going, umm do you have any idea where they might not hunt us down?" The younger asked. The older was silent for a moment before he answered with certainty.
"Britain." Tino's eyes widened as he thought about it. Yes, Britain would make sense. The British army wouldn't let the French come near their borders, even if it was to look for fugitives. Hell, the Brits would probably get a kick out of how some prisoners escaped from the castle dungeon.
"We should probably get going huh Su-San?" Berwald's eyes widened a bit before he looked confusedly at his wife.
"W'y call m' Su'sn?" The former head guard asked. The younger tensed before he began to answer in that nervous, rushed, rambling tone that he so often used.
"Oh, you don't like it? Sorry. It's just that since you call me wifey and I really don't know what to call you. I thought I should come up with a nick name for you. Calling you Berwald seems too personal because I still see you as my superior so I thought that since superior had "Su" in the beginning and I heard that in Japan you add "San" as a sign of respect I should probably start calling you that, but I'll stop if you don't like it." Tino was working himself into more of tizzy the more he spoke.
His eyes widened as his superior lent down and gave him a quick kiss to the forehead. Those eyes that were normally so hard had softened into an amused look. The smaller man visibly relaxed as he knew that the older wasn't angry at him. He had never seen Berwald's anger but he didn't want to accidentally get the man mad at him. He mildly wondered what had gotten into the silent man after Francis was kidnapped? The very aura between them had changed after the "marriage". The taller man had started showing little signs of affection that even Tino was surprised about.
"Ok wif'y". Tino's hand was grabbed as the older man began dragging him along. It seemed like they were going to Britain.
Francis let out a huff as he stood in front of the shack like building. It had taken a while to find the place but he had found it! The Prince didn't really know what a doctor's office looked like. When he had been sick his every need had been attended to immediately by a troupe of very lovely nurses. The five dollar bill was crunched in his left hand while the right hand was used to keep Arthur steady. They both shivered in the cold. It was in the middle of the afternoon but Britain was well known for its eternal rainy days.
Arthur let out another pained moan as they walked into the doctor's office. A small bell above the door rang which made the man behind the counter look up. The first thing Francis noticed was the cats running around. He had been warned about it but he didn't really believe the lady. What kind of doctor would let cats in the clinic? A small kitten was asleep in one of the chairs while three big cats were laying down on the cabinets. The Prince took a breath as he walked across the stone floor to one of the chairs. He carefully sat the younger down on the dreadfully cheap chair before he made his way to the counter.
"Money." the man stated as he held out his hand. The Prince looked down and gave the man at the desk a sopping wet five dollar bill. The man grimaced as he took the money and put it in a wooden pull out drawer.
"Alright, come on." The brunette said as he let out a grumpy sigh. Francis nodded as he walked back across the dirty room and pulled Arthur up again. The younger let out a shrill cry of pain as he was pulled into the Prince's arms. Francis wasn't even sure that his Mon Petit even knew what was going on around him. The older supported the added weight as he slowly walked to the doctor's room in the back. There he saw their doctor.
He looked about thirty with brunette hair. The man wore a green sweater with sweatpants. He was also happily snoring on the hospital bed while five cats lounging around him. The man who was at the counter let out a growl as he hit the doctor.
"You idiot! What did I tell you about sleeping! You have patients to take care of!" The cats scattered with various mews of displeasure while the doctor let out a sleepy groan.
"Do I have to?" The younger man growled as he slapped the lazy doctor again.
"Yes!" The man let out a sigh of annoyance but got up. Francis watched the exchange and was a little worried. Was this their doctor? There had to be someone better, but there wasn't and deep down the Prince knew that. The doctor stretched as he looked at his two patients.
"Good Morning. My name is Dr. Hercules. Please sit down." The doctor tiredly stated. Francis nodded as he laid Arthur down on the table (which was also covered in cat hair). The doctor look down at him and shook his head. The Prince knew that Arthur looked bad. His skin was covered in bruises from their fight, and he generally looked like death warmed up. The blue eyed blond watched at Hercules took of the shirt and began to feel the stomach. The green eyes of the doctor sharpened as he began to feel the muscle and bone. The doctor pulled out a thermometer and stuck it under the patient's arm. The Prince stayed silent as he watched the sleepy doctor do his job.
Another pain filled groan exited the younger while he laid on the hospital bed. The doctor let out a sigh as he picked up the thermometer. He looked over at the other sopping wet person in the room.
"Do you know what's wrong?" The Frenchman worriedly asked. Hercules let out a yawn before he sleepily answered.
"He has about five cracked ribs and flu like symptoms." He stated while he picked up one of the kittens. This information just made Francis more worried. He looked at the pale shivering pirate Captain that was deliriously groaning on the bed. Would Arthur even survive?
"What does that mean?" The Frenchman asked as he tried to hold back the emotion of thinking about his Mon Petite's death. The doctor took on a sympathetic look as he heard the other's voice crack.
"It means that he'll have to rest and let his ribs recover naturally. This will take six weeks, five if he's lucky. On the bright side his lung wasn't ruptured so he can still breath somewhat normally. The flu will have to get out of his system naturally as well. He will need lots of rest, he needs to stay warm, and make sure he's wearing dry clothes. I would prescribe some medicine but I don't think you would be able to afford it." Hercules explained. While the doctor talked Francis's mind was going a mile a minute. The Captain needed a warm place to sleep. Where would they stay? What would he do? What could he give him to get better if he couldn't afford the medicine?
"Yes, thank you. Do you know of anywhere we could stay? We're not from around here and I need to find a job." The doctor sadly shook his head.
"There are a few homeless shelters but they kick people out at the crack of dawn. I doubt they would let you in with those wet clothes. I'm sorry but I really can't think of anything." Hercules said as he stroked the little kitten. Francis looked back at the sickly man and let out a sigh. What was he going to do?
"Thank you." The Prince stated as he went and picked up the younger man. He let Arthur shift the weight back onto his shoulders as they walked out of the clinic. He walked slowly to try and not agitate the ribs. He was nearly at the glass door when he heard the man at the counter and a woman in a nurse's uniform talking outside.
"I'm so sorry Lovino! I didn't mean to be late again but the Tea Room needed cleaning before I came here!" The lady cried out in distress. He heard the counter man sigh.
"Don't worry Katyusha, you know that sleepy idiot never has any patients. Though I have to ask, why are you still keeping the Tea Room open? You don't get enough people in there to make a salary and it constantly makes you late for the job you do have." Lovino asked in a kindest voice that the Frenchman had ever heard.
"Oh Lovino! I can't let it go! When my husband was alive the Tea Room was always busy. He put his heart and soul into it! I can't give it up and I want to keep it open but I work such strange hours. I'm not that good at making tea either! I need someone to work there but no one seems to want to! They say it's haunted! I remember how much my husband loved that restaurant and I don't think he'd ever forgive me if I didn't try to restart it!" The nurse began to cry. Lovino's eyes widened as he pulled her into a friendly hug.
"I'm sorry Katyusha! I didn't mean to make you cry!" The olive skinned man quickly stated. Francis listened carefully. He was never a man to pass up an opportunity and this was as good of an opportunity he was going to get. He opened the door and walked outside. Both the lady and Lovino stopped their conversation. The Prince stopped in front of the lady who's eyes widened at the man.
"Please! I need a job. I will work without pay but we need a place to stay until he heals. I couldn't help but overhearing your conversation and I can run the Tea House. I can cook, clean, and make tea. I promise I won't cause trouble and you won't even have to pay me! Please let me work for a room." The Prince desperately asked. His blue eyes filled with desperation as he looked at the blond short haired nurse. The man at the counter scoffed.
"What do you mean? Like she'd be stupid enough to trust…." Lovino was cut off by a wailing Katyusha.
"Oh that's got to be the sweetest thing I've ever heard! You must really love him and he really needs the care! I would never forgive myself if something happened to the two of you on these hard streets! Of course! Isn't this great Lavino? I can keep the Tea Room open after all!" The nurse cried as she gave both of the drenched men a hug.
"But Katyusha…" The olive skinned man continued.
"No buts! Oh those poor dears! Lovino please tell Hercules that I'll be back in a few hours." The blond haired lady said as she went to Francis's side and helped him hold up the sickly delirious pirate. Lovino just shook his head as the three of them hailed a carriage from the streets. Katyusha was too nice for her own good sometimes.
France let out a sigh as he leaned back into the seat of the carriage. He was so thankful to get out of the rain. The grey sky was beginning to darken, signaling the night. Arthur moaned as he leaned into Francis's embrace. On the other side of the carriage was where the nurse sat.
"Thank you so much." Francis gratefully said as he looked to the nurse. The lady smiled as she looked over at Arthur.
"Oh, it's no problem! It must have been fate! When we get to my house you both can take a bath." It was the first time Francis really noticed it but they both smelled terrible. They reeked of sea water and fish. It was quite overpowering now that they were in an enclosed space. He let out a sigh of embarrassment. He never would have thought that a lady would see him in such a state.
"I apologize for the smell." The Prince said as he looked at the floor. A blush overcame the nurse's features as she realized what it sounded like she was implying.
"No! Wait! I didn't mean it like! I just meant that it looks like you two would like one!" Katyusha nervously said. She hoped that she didn't insult them. A silence overcame the carriage before the lady asked them a question that had been bothering her for a while.
"What does he have?" Francis looked up and stated in a slightly worried tone.
"He has the flu and five cracked ribs." The Prince was surprised to hear little sniffles coming from the lady across from them.
"That's so sad!" Katyusha wailed as Francis furiously tried to comfort the ever crying woman.
The nurse quickly unlocked the house door. Francis was a bit in shock as the smell of burnt food wafted through the air. The kind nurse led them to their room upstairs but the Frenchman couldn't help his eyes widening as they walked past the kitchen and he saw the blackened pans in the sink. They had somehow managed to get up the stairs with Arthur and Katyusha had run off to fill the bathtub. Francis looked at the room. It was rather homey with one full sized bed in the center of it. There were three large windows which the rain pounded rhythmically against.
The Prince stood tiredly outside the bathroom that adjoined their room. Arthur leaned up against him as he fell asleep standing up. Francis was thinking about doing the same thing but they had to take a bath. He hated how the clothes clung to him and even more than that he hated how they both smelled. His hair even looked scraggly.
Katyusha came back from the tub and let them know it was finished. Francis nodded to her as she walked out of the door. The Prince sat the Captain down on a chair that was in the bathroom. There was a tub that was filled with hot water. Francis decided to undress himself first before he undressed Arthur. He knew that if the other was healthy he would be talking about how much of a pervert the Frenchman was but the truth was that Arthur was sick.
After Francis was undressed he carefully took off all of the younger's clothes. The dazed green eyes opened for a second before asking in an numb voice.
"What are you doing Frog?" The Prince pulled down the Captain's pants as he answered.
"Getting us in the tub." Arthur let out a moan as he was hoisted up by Francis and slid into the porcelain tub. The sickly male relaxed against the Frenchman's chest. Francis relished at the nearly scalding water as he lathered up his hair. The Prince noticed that Mon Petite's eyes kept gazing in front of him, not looking at anything. Arthur didn't even complain as the Frenchman lathered up a washcloth and began to wash the younger.
The Captain just felt sick. The ache in his ribs had turned into a constant burning. All of his muscles screamed out in protest and his head felt like it was filled with balls of cotton with knives sticking out of them. A rough cough exited him as the Frenchman moved to clean his hair. All of this reminded him of when he was a child and his babysitter used to do the exact same thing. Arthur focused on the way the Frenchman's fingers felt making little circles into his scalp.
"I hate it here." He suddenly said in a tired voice. A scoff came from the Prince.
"You should be grateful Mon Petite Lapin. You were barely conscious for the whole day and I assure you this is a hundred times better than sleeping on the streets, especially in your condition. I was so worried that we wouldn't find a place to stay." Francis softly scolded as he began to rinse his own hair. The Captain made a sleepy yawn and leaned back further into the captive's chest.
"No, not in this house…..I meant Britain…..This is where the mother of my child was killed….." The Prince stopped what he was doing and looked down at the flushed vulnerable pirate. He knew he shouldn't ask. The younger was obviously delirious but he wanted to know about Arthur's past.
"Was it?" The Captain made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded like approval.
"Yeah…..I used to want to hunt pirates when I was little. I wanted to be just like my Father and lead the Navy….Mom died giving birth to me…I was about to enter when I was sixteen and I decided to get drunk…..I bought a prostitute and accidentally got her pregnant….." Francis listened to the disjointed sentences as the Captain kept falling in and out of sleep. This was just making the Frenchman more curious.
"What happened then?" Arthur let out a yawn, then a subsequent gasp of pain from his rib.
"My Dad killed her….He told me but no one cared…..He was the one that had brought victory to the land…..Why would the people care if he "accidentally" shot a prostitute…I didn't like her even…I thought about what it would be like to have a child….I didn't like her but I wanted the child….I was even thinking about marrying her to do the right thing…." Francis nodded that sounded like what the Captain would do.
"I promised myself that I would become the one thing he hated as revenge…..He didn't want to tarnish the Kirkland name…I was going to make sure that I went around the world doing nothing but tarnishing it…It's what my child would have wanted for revenge…."The younger closed his eyes and went to sleep. Francis looked seriously at his kidnapper. He never would have thought that Arthur would have such a tragic past. The Frenchman pulled the plug in the tub and watched the filthy water go down the drain.
He carefully laid the Captain down as he began to put on the fresh clothes that Katyusha left for them. Arthur moaned in pain but Francis remained firm and was able to get the sicker one into his pajama's, when he came out of the room there were two bowls of chicken soup on the dresser with a note from the lady of the house, stating that she had gone to bed and she would wake him up in the morning. There was also a small cup of medicine for Arthur to take.
The Frenchman woke the younger up and forced him to eat a bite. He hoped that the pirate would be able to keep it down. The Captain scrunched up his face at the taste of the medicine but Francis held his nose (something he learned from his nurses) and shoved the medicine down the pirate's throat. The sickly one made a gasping sounds but didn't have the strength to resist. Arthur laid down and allowed Francis to cover him with blankets. The Frenchman looked at the flushed blond lying on the bed. He hoped that Arthur would get better soon. He couldn't molest him if he was sick.
He began to sit on the side of the bed and eat some of the soup. He found that he enjoyed it despite that it was bone cold, the vegetables weren't cooked through, and the chicken was undercooked. It was still better than nothing. Francis laid down and wrapped an arm around Arthur's chest as he went to sleep. Things were going to work out, hell the pirates were probably searching for them now.
Yup I added Katyusha (Ukraine) to the mix. I just love her! She's such a sweet lady even if she's always crying. I know there wasn't much yaoi in this one but I needed this chapter. I think the next chapter I do will be a past chapter. I have no idea if I want to put in Turkey/Greece in this but my mind is contemplating it. Thanks to all the reviews and don't hesitate to tell me what you think!
Till Next Time...
