Hmmm, not really sure what to say here, other than I'm tossing around the idea of doing one or two one shots. I have these ideas that I want to do and I can only really see them as a one shot. Well, ok, one of them could be turned into a multi chapter story covering a specific historical event, but I would have to do a little more research on it if I were to do that. The other one, not so much, that one is most definitely a one shot. Then I have these idea's of doing Hetalia spoofs of various Disney movies…what can I say, I've been "re-living" my childhood by watching like…three Disney movies every night. I have a few in mind that I think would be really fun! I want to do something with; Oliver and Company (basically the Oliver Twist story =3=), Beauty and the Beast, and Peter Pan. Though, last night I watched Toy Story's one and two and felt it would be fun to do something with that, but I'm not so sure. The first three however are one's I really want to do because I actually have something in mind for those. Oooh, and then there was another one I'm going to be doing, movie based again, but I'm not going to tell you guys what movie it is x3.
Till then! Read, relax, and especially REVIEW! I love knowing what you guys think! Also, feel free to critique, I've been re-reading my chapters and finding several mistakes DX, which means I'll probably go back once the story's done and fix those up if possible =3=.
Chapter Nine: What is "love"?
Ivan's personal plan could not have worked out any better; it was as if the very hands of fate had dealt him all aces. The meeting he was attending was indeed involving the pirate issue and much to his surprise and delight, the man he had seen at the docks was a pirate representative, chosen specifically to provide "their side" as a sort of show of diplomacy. He had introduced himself to the members of the meeting as Arthur Kirkland; however, he was not accompanied by the boy from before. Ivan speculated that it was because he wasn't invited to the meeting and as such was waiting just outside. This could give him the chance to interact with the other, his brother, he would also be able to find out a bit more about this Captain Kirkland, from which he would formulate the final stage of his plan, nobody else would know about it which is how he preferred it.
The meeting itself was a pleasant one, Arthur displayed himself as a near perfect gentleman, but Ivan knew better, he was a pirate and as such was no gentleman. This meant he could be as rough with him as he wanted. With the meeting lasting at least two and a half hours the boy had a lot of time to think about how he would go about this. Naturally, he owed this pirate a debt of gratitude for weakening his brother into this state, it made certain matters more easily accessible, however, the idea that this man no doubt had done things to his…dear…brother, was enough for at least a certain degree of retribution, he knew just the thing too.
As everybody was exiting the meeting room, Ivan caught a glimpse of that lovely sundress, he turned and made a beeline for it knowing that the good captain was still busy talking with that French bastard, he would be talking with him as well but after he's spoken with the other. Though, as he approached, the other boy did not seem to notice him. Normally he would at least get a side glance, but not this time…how unusual. No matter, he walked up and peeked around his shoulder, "Hello…" he said in a reasonably pleasant tone. The boy jolted, but turned his head slowly so that he could see with his unbandaged eye who was addressing him.
"Hullo…" he replied in a quiet voice, this made Ivan smile, he had such a cute voice! He was starting to like him already!
"Do you know who I am?" Ivan then asked with a curious smile, he was only given a shake of the head, "Hmmm, that's ok, I was in the meeting and was wondering if you knew about that pirate guy?"
"You mean…Captain Kirkland?" the boy then asked.
"Yes!"
"He's…a strong captain, loyal in a manner of speaking, dedicated…" the boy paused when he was certain he felt his back sting, "he has a short temper…also…" his gaze drifted off to the side which meant he didn't catch the slight smirk on the others face.
"I see, when do you guys plan on going back to your ship?" Ivan asked while keeping his childlike curiosity on the high so is not to arouse suspicion. Though he wa sure he could be about as open as a book with this boy and he still wouldn't catch on.
"Seven probably…" was the others answer but his gaze rose when someone caught his attention, "Please excuse me, but…I have to go now…" he said while quickly walking past Ivan and over towards Arthur who seemed to be finished with his business. The two left not long after, Ivan in the mean time had returned to the meeting room where he found only one person.
"Francis…" he addressed simply to get the others attention, which he did. The tall Frenchman straightened himself out allowing his shoulder length blond hair flip with an intentional toss of the head.
"Ah, little Ivan, I was beginning to think you didn't like me any more, you didn't come to say hello." The man's heavy French accent made it a little difficult for Ivan to fully catch what he said, but he got the gist of it.
"I never liked you Mr. Bennefoy…" he replied, "However, I want to make a deal with you."
"Oh? And what would my little dove want from me?" Francis had already taken a seat on the meeting table and had his legs crossed in an elegant manner, he wore a slightly teasing and yet alluring smile on his face, which only seemed to irk the boy slightly but he hid it very well.
Walking over to the other, Ivan reached out and grabbed the Frenchman by the ruffled collar and pulled his torso down just far enough where he could place a swift kiss on the corner of the others lips before saying quietly.
"I know you know some people," he smiled a little and let his hand slide down the font of the others chest, "That boy that came in with the pirate, he belongs to me….I want you to get him back for me."
"Oh? Well, I'm sure you are also aware that I don't do these sorts of things for free." Though he was a little taken aback by how forward Ivan was being, Francis would not miss an opportunity like this. And as such, he grabbed the boy and pulled him onto his lap.
"I was getting to that," Ivan retorted with a slight grunt, "But I think you already know what I was going to offer, da?"
"Oui, my little dove, after all, that is the only payment I would accept for such a dangerous task." He leaned in a little and nuzzled the boy's neck, placing a light kiss now and then, "Besides, you're in luck, I happen to have an associate on that boat, once you've paid me, I'll send him the message."
"Hmm…Then it's agreed?" Ivan wanted to confirm, though his face was already slightly flushed, what being the age that he was he was quite…impressionable…
"Oui."
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Arthur and Dimitri were both walking down the busy streets of Paris. It really was a beautiful city, Dimitri didn't even know such a lively and colorful place could even exist. Of course, he still preferred his homeland, though, the longer he's been away from it the more dull the memories of it became. It was quite depressing but his face always looked depressed so nobody really pressed the matter. Well, Yao could usually tell when there was something on his mind but, Yao was gone. Where he went is anybody's guess, but he was certain that the captain had him thrown over board. When and where…well…
The boy sniffed, it was involuntary sense he usually didn't show these sorts of emotions around the other, and as such, the captain noticed it right away.
"What the hell is your problem?" he demanded, though kept a pleasant smile on his face.
"I-I'm sorry sir…" the boy replied quietly, "Just…an itch…" he then lied.
"Hmph…whatever…" Arthur paused in front of a small bar and smirked, "How about I buy you a drink?" he insisted rather than asked. Of course, he was going to use the boy's so called wages to pay for the drinks. Of course, then later on he would say that the boy owed him for those drinks and sense he has no money…well…Oh how he did enjoy pulling these sorts of tricks on the boy, the defeated look he wore every time he concluded that there was no real way out of it, it was priceless.
"O-ok…" was the only reply he got, of course, it was the only reply he expected. Anything else would be dealt with severally.
The two of them walked into the bar and over to a booth near the back, a waiter came over and took their order. It would be a slight wait but that didn't seem to bother Arthur, "They have really good rum here, not like that piss water we have on the ship…nope, this is what rum should taste like!" he then explained, it wasn't a usual sight to see the captain so…well, cheery.
"I bet I can swipe one of the waiter's uniforms," he then said, Dimitri could only glance off to the side, knowing where this was going, "That way it'll be just as if I were back here, only you would be serving me. Doesn't that sound fun?"
"I suppose…" the boy answered, his tone held no real protest to the so called suggestion but it did not sound enthused about it either. Though, the uniforms themselves were not all bad, a collared white shirt with a red bow like tie, black pants and a black apron. His answer, though, had earned him a slight jab in the side. The amount of force behind it wasn't that great but due to their previous activities before coming ashore, the captain was fully aware of a particularly nasty bruise there and effectively irritated it.
"Be a good boy now, here comes our drinks…" Arthur smiled as the waiter came over with a trey. There was a large brown bottle and two glasses, all of which were set on the table in front of them. Once the waiter had turned to tend to a new table, the pirate grabbed the bottle and poured some rum into both glasses before setting the bottle back down and downing his glass in one gulp. Exhaling with a wide smirk on his face, he chuckled, "That's the good stuff…" he muttered.
Dimitri was not nearly as enthused about his drink; he just took the glass and sipped at the brown liquid trying very hard not to make a face. He didn't like rum, or brandy, or wine, or beer…but he drank it anyway, if it meant not giving the other another reason to get angry with him. But, he knew they would be here for a while, Arthur wanted to get drunk and probably wanted to get him drunk too. No matter, he would sip away at however many drinks he was given.
Several hours had passed and it was quite safe to say that both Arthur and Dimitri were completely trashed. The boy was the one given the task to help the captain back to the ship, despite the fact that he drank just as much as Arthur had but due to the fact that he was younger and more susceptible to the alcohol, he was more wasted…or at least suffered more from it. The two stumbled down the streets towards the docks, zig sagging back and forth, stumbling over their own feet and every now and then having to stop to momentarily purge their stomachs. It took them twice the amount of time to return to the ship then it had for them to leave it, though once they were at the docks and stumbling towards the ship, Dimitri had to stop for a moment. His stomach had started to flop around and he felt as if he was going to be sick again.
"C-Common' ya dirty scallywag, get yer arse movin'…" Arthur slurred horribly while giving the boy a slight shove, but Dimitri just groaned. He did try to continue walking but had to stop more frequently. On what seemed like the tenth stop, this time the boy thought he heard something. He glanced around though his mind was really too muddled to piece together what he was hearing; which was why when his entire world suddenly rushed up at him, or at least the ground had, in a whirl of angry cries, everything went black.
Dimitri's legs had given out as he lost consciousness, making the man he was supposed to be supporting stagger. Arthur however, didn't bother to let the boy take him down with him, so he let Dimitri drop to the ground as several men surrounded them. Smirking, Arthur just chuckled, "What? What is this eh?"
Some of the men chuckled, "What does it look like sir?" an all too familiar voice replied, though it held a heightened air of cockiness that quite easily surpassed the pirate captains for the moment.
"G-Gilbert…that you?" Arthur quirked a brow, staggering slightly again, "You come to see your captain back to his ship have ya?"
"Oh no captain, you see…it seems that an acquaintance of ours has given me and my brother quite the offer, but we'll be having to take the boy."
"Ha! Ha-ha! I'd like to see you try…" Arthur drew his pistol from his belt and pointed it in the general direction he heard Gilbert's voice coming from.
"You drunken bastard, what chance do you think you have here? You're clearly out numbered.."
"Tch…this boy is mine…he was a birthday present…" the captain hiccupped slightly, but there was a certain flame within his gaze that was far from intoxicated like the rest of him. Being fiercely protective of his belongings, he wasn't about to let one of his back stabbing crew members take what was his.
"Oh really now? That's not what I heard…that boy, do you know what his name is?" Gilbert smirked, not in the least bit worried about the gun pointed at him.
"Tch…it's Dimitri or somethin'…"
"Dimitri….what?" if possible, Gilbert's smirk grew even more, he loved the sudden look of confusion on the other males face. As if the very idea that he didn't know something that one of his underlings did, if this one was keeping secrets that what about the others? "You don't know do you? I guess you wouldn't, being as you're too busy in his ass."
"Heh, true…but you gotta admit…" Arthur smirked in attempt to hide his growing rage, he even knelt down and lifted the boy from the ground just enough to trace a finger down the side of his face, "It feels pretty good…doesn't it?"
This statement had made the albino's smirk falter just a little, a slight growl escaped him as he just shook his head, "Of course it did….considering we were fucking royalty."
"What did you say?" This time it was Arthur's turn to have his smirk falter, this had actually defused some of his rage, a new sort of emotion had started to churn with in him, and he had yet to verify what it was though.
"He's the ambassador of Russia's brother," Gilbert stated, his voice serious and the look on his face matched.
Emerald orbs grew and a sense of sobriety had washed over the pirate, "That boy…Ivan Braginski….and this…" Arthur glanced down at Dimitri and for once actually looked at him. Honestly looked at him and he saw…he could see it, their resemblance.
"Oh my, I think our dear captain has just realized he's been screwing the ambassador of Siberia, Dimitri Braginski." Gilbert jeered, of course he and his brother had also had their way with the boy, but Francis had insured them both that Ivan would not know about it. Arthur on the other hand, oh no, he was going to feel the full brunt of that boy's fury. "Now, are you going to hand him over?"
Arthur's head lowered a bit, his gaze falling on the unconscious boy; he really seemed to be weighing his options. However, only a brief span of time passed before he quickly lifted the boy off the ground and slung him over his shoulder, "Like hell I'm giving a dirt eating scallywag like you what's mine!" he shouted before letting off a shot and just barely missing the albino's head. He then took off passed the stunned men.
"Wait!" Gilbert shouted the order to his men, "Let him run a little bit, the drunken idiot doesn't even realize that his ship is still docked in Le Havre."
Not long after, a single shot rang out, tossing a small flock of seagulls into the air in fright, before a deafening silence fell.
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Ivan woke up to the cool and soothing sensation of a wooden table. His cheek was pressing against it and its grainy smell filling his nose as his groggy mind tried to calculate exactly where he was and what time it was. The boy took a short breath, finding breathing to be a little difficult, he felt heavy, no…there was something heavy crushing him. Groaning, he shifted a little to see what it was, only to discover that it wasn't a what but a who. Francis, stark naked and now spooning his own, slightly less naked sense he was still wearing his shirt and his trousers were caught at his ankles, body. That's right, he'd agreed to this, though he knew there was going to be at least some pain, what he got was not quite what he'd expected. It was nothing compared to other pains he's suffered, but it was certainly something new. It got the boy's mind buzzing with possibilities, but for now, he needed to get back to his hotel before he was missed too much.
"Francis…" he said stiffly, the Frenchman didn't move, he just breathed in and seemed to sigh heavily. Frowning, Ivan poked him in the side, "Francis!" this time his voice was more irritated.
"Hnng…just a little longer, oui?" he mumbled and groaned while pulling the reluctant boy a bit closer. So much so that Ivan could feel a certain stiff appendage pressing into the small of his back making him groan and whimper in further protest.
"Release me now, da!"
Groaning again, Francis let Ivan go with a slightly irritated frown, though it was quickly replaced with his usual smile as he slowly sat up and glanced over his handiwork. "Such an ambitious boy," he commented, "won't even stay and cuddle…"
"That wasn't apart of the deal, now take me back to my hotel…" was all the sandy haired boy responded with. Francis just chuckled and shook his head, while watching the other dress.
"Very well my little dove…" he pulled his clothes back on and lead the boy out of the meeting room, "I also have some good news, we have held up each others end of the bargain," Francis held out his arm in an offering gesture as they exited the building next, a carriage was waiting for them and as the door opened a certain Albino stepped out.
"Ah, Gilbert!"
"Francis…" Gilbert gave a nod and a smirk as his gaze dropped to the boy at the others side, "So this is him huh?" he looked Ivan over, an internal shiver ran up his spine at how much the two actually look a like. Sure there were some very obvious differences, but still, there was no doubt in his mind that the two were brothers.
"Oui, this is Ivan Braginski, and I believe you have something to show him?" Francis smiled pleasantly while placing a hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Yeah…" Gilbert motioned towards somebody within the carriage, a moment later a second male exited and was carrying the still unconscious Dimitri. Almost immediately, Ivan's face lit up, rushing over as the other knelt down just enough so that the boy could get a better look.
Ivan reached out and touched the other boy's face, it was so soft! So was his hair, though he could tell that he needed a good cleaning, but a part from that… "Very good, he shall accompany me back to the hotel as well. We'll be setting out for Moscow tomorrow."
"Very well, it was a…pleasure…doing business with you," Francis gave a gentlemanly bow, "Do not hesitate to call upon my services again if you need them." He then gave a casual wave and a second carriage pulled up. "One last note, I took something a little extra from our deal, I didn't think you would mind…"
"What?" Ivan asked while climbing into the new carriage.
"The captain of course…" Francis smiled, there was a certain gleam in his eye that made the boy quirk an eyebrow.
"You're right…I don't mind…as long as he gets at least a month in that Bestial (??)…I've heard so much about. I want him to remember that nobody…not even a great pirate like him…can have what is mine, da?"
"Hmmm…very well," Francis just shrugged, "He will be…dealt with."
Nodding, and waiting for this brother to be set in the carriage as well, Ivan couldn't take his eyes off the other. Now, after waiting this long he could finally conclude the ugly matter between them, whether the other liked it or not. After all, his dear brother owed him for saving his life! It was the very least he could do to pay him back.
"Hmmm…do not worry brother, I will take care of you now…" Ivan had made it so that the others head was resting gently on his lap so that he could play with his hair almost affectionately.
=To Be Continued=
TwT…ok, I know I promised a time skip and I really tried to get through this part cause I thought it would be fun. Also…so much for diplomacy eh? XD Ivan seems more like the one to do something rather underhanded like this rather then try to take Dimitri away with the law/government and such. =3= Also, do I smell a little Bad Friend's Trio in the near future? Perhaps! Serious, you can't NOT have them when both Francis and Gilbert are in the same story =3= really…Though I've never worked with Antonio before so once more…forgive me Dx. But yeah, in all seriousness, the NEXT chapter is the time skip, I promise! DX
