Snow day= more time to write :) Omg so a couple days ago I had a dream where I was browsing netflix and I saw this movie and IT WAS A FUCKING RUSAME SLASH ahhh so I watched it and it was about Alfred and Ivan who were on the university of alabama football team and for some reason Alfred was sad so Ivan decided to comfort him and they did the naughty~
anyways happy early thanksgiving everyone!
Disclamer: I dont own anything...
Ivan stormed off to his own room, leaving his servants behind to watch him stomp away. He opened his door with such ferocity that it cracked when it slammed against the wall. He stared into his room- it was a huge mess. Broken furniture littered the ground, and ripped sheets and curtains lined his bed and walls. Dust created a thin film on everything, and Ivan was sure that he was developing a dust allergy. He closed his eyes, and stood as still as he could. Breathe in, breathe out. His hands clenched into tight fists, and he wished he could break something with his beloved pipe. Unfortunately, he had nothing else in his room to break.
He counted to thirty, and opened his eyes again. It front of him was the damn sunflower, staring at him, almost mockingly. "What do you want," he spat. Your unhappiness, it seemed to respond. Ivan let out a growl, and stomped over to the small table which held the glowing plant. He brought out his trusty ol' pipe and swung at the transparent case. Right before metal collided with glass, he stopped himself. Another petal slowly ripped itself from the base of the flower and glided downwards, gently kissing the tabletop. His fingers let go of the pipe, and Ivan strode to the other side of the table.
His gaze caught on to a mirror. He recalled that when the witch left, she not only left him the flower but this mirror as well. Until recently, he was confused of its purpose besides being a regular mirror. Then one day, when he wondering out loud if the servants were doing their chores, it showed him that they were. He was shocked, but he quickly figured that he can use it to his advantage. He picked it up and stared at his reflection. Veins popped out of his neck, and reddened cheeks stuck out compared to his pallor. Stroking the decorative edging around the reflective glass, he choked out a whisper. "Show me him."
The mirror shook and let out a green bolt of electricity. His own reflection turned into Alfred's room. The blonde man currently had his arm through the hole that Ivan created earlier. With a determined look on his face, he flung out his hand in search of the door handle. He let out a groan occasionally, but his eyes widened with glee when he finally reached the handle. Ivan knew that he would have no such luck opening the door; even though the handle was busted, the door would still be locked. Alfred tugged, pulled, twisted, and even punched the handle, but it wouldn't budge. Alfred froze when he heard footsteps coming towards the door. Ivan leaned in, surprised at what he heard; he specifically told the servants that Alfred was to starve in his room.
Alfred pulled his arm back and looked through the hole. All of a sudden, another face popped into view from the other side. Elizabeta looked at him emotionlessly. It looked like she wanted to say something, but she remained quiet.
"Liz! Were you out there the whole time?! Did you not see my arm flailing around?" Alfred exasperated.
Elizabeta brought her finger to her lips and shushed. In a hush tone, she responded, "Yes, I saw you and your arm. I didn't say anything because I am supposed to be on guard, making sure you don't come out."
Alfred sighed and shook his head. He looked up into the hole with a look that Ivan was sure was his attempt at a 'smolder'. "Come on. Please? Come onnn. I'll do anything."
Elizabeta was unaffected by his 'smolder', but she did respond. "Okay, why don't you give Master a chance? He is… uh… a nice guy once you get to know him. He just wants to be, hmm, a good host. Yeah, that's what he wants to be."
Alfred recoiled and crinkled his nose. He was oblivious to Elizabeta's hesitation. "How about no. I don't WANT to get to know him. I don't want to have anything to do with him. Did you see what he did to my door? I'm not taking the chance of that happening to me. If he wants to be a good host, then maybe he shouldn't go and threaten people like it's not a problem."
Ivan frowned and calmly placed the mirror back on the table. What am I thinking. He only sees me as a monster. It's hopeless. He sighed, and in the corner of his eye he saw a wooden chair that had yet to be broken into mere splinters. He picked up his pipe, and slowly walked towards it.
1st person
After my little outburst, Liz left me alone and continued her guarding. I sighed, and slid down the door until I was sitting on the ground. I didn't even care what time it was anymore; I knew it was way past midnight. The whole 'Ivan banging on my door and threatening to kill me' thing woke me up but my eyelids felt heavy again. The room was boring; there wasn't even a bookshelf. I tried to resist the temptation of sleep, but my eyelids closed again. My head slumped forward; it felt like it weighed a ton. I was about to succumb to sleep when my stomach shook and shivered. It let out a loud growl, no doubt even Liz heard it through the wall. I instinctively brought my hands down to cover my stomach. Damn, I could go for a burger right now. Hell, I'll even eat a salad if I had to. It also reminded me about thirst. The tea didn't really count; I barely had a sip. Sweat broke out on my forehead as I started to panic. Was he serious about starving me? No way he can just kill me like it's not a big deal… I was sure this was one of the worst ways to die- having your body consume you from the inside out. I shook the thought out of my head. "Dying is not on my to-do list, nope, not today." I'm not weak, and no way in hell am I gonna just sit here and drown myself in self-pity.
I picked myself up and stared at the to grab the handle didn't work, and asking for Liz for help wouldn't do any good either (what a traitor, I thought we were friends). I looked around the bland room to see if anything would be proven beneficial to my escape attempt. I locked my gaze on to a fire poker that leaned against the fireplace. I quickly swooped it up and twirled it in my hands, trying to come up with any plan.
The first thing I thought of was bashing the door until the hole was big enough so that I could just crawl out. But what if it makes too much noise? The servants, or worse, Ivan, would come and stop me. Quickly shaking the thought out of my head, I walked closer to the door and examined it. I twisted the door knob, and shook it a little too. It wouldn't budge, but I knew that already. I gripped the poker in my hands. What if… I just hit it off? Then what if the handle popped off, and I was still locked in? But the lock might break... I swallowed, the sound of my gulp filled the air. The grandfather clock ticked behind me, growing louder every second I didn't move. Well, I guess its now or never. With all the strength I could muster up, I swung at the handle like a lumberjack chops at wood with an axe. The ear-piercing sound of metal-on-metal rang in my ears, but it didn't fall off. I thwacked at it a couple more times, becoming increasingly more deaf at each hit. Finally, the handle fell off and fell with a loud thud on the ground. I dropped the poker and rubbed my ears, trying to regain my ability to hear. When my ears weren't so sore, I tried to push the door forward, but it wouldn't move.
My heart stopped for a second. The only escape attempt that seemed logical didn't work. But if Ivan was doing slamming the handle, then it must work… I wouldn't give up. There was always a way in the end. Bracing myself, I slammed my shoulder into the door. It hurt like a bitch, but the door shook a little. I continued bashing the door. My shoulder was incredibly sore, but finally I heard the lock budge, then snap. All of a sudden, the door flung open and I fell on my ass.
I groaned and rubbed my sore body. I expected Liz to start lecturing me, but there was nobody else in the hallway. I got up and started to walk in the darkness.
3rd person
"Oh Roderich, not now," said Elizabeta, but made no sign of resisting Roderich's embrace. They stood in the dark hallway, encaptured by the velvet curtain which hid them from any suspicious eyes.
"Elizabeta, I don't remember the last time I held you like this," Roderich purred in her ear. Elizabeta blushed- Roderich was always so tense and strict, so when he relaxed and said such things, it really excited her. He held her tighter and began trailing soft kisses across her neck.
"Ah, don't be silly, we always meet at night-" Roderich silenced her with his lips. Tongues enwrapped each other in a heated frenzy.
"Let's move somewhere more comfortable, more private," suggested Roderich in a quiet yet alluring whisper. Elizabeta was about to agree when out of the corner of her eye, she caught Alfred walking past them; it seemed that he did not realize that the two servants were getting hot and heavy in the middle of the hallway.
"Wait, Roderich, I'll meet you in your room later." She pushed the taller man off of her and ran after Alfred.
"Where did Roderich go? He should be helping us clean up," Raivis mentioned scrubbing dishes as quickly as he could.
"I'm not sure Raivis, I was certain he was here a minute ago," Toris replied. Their miniscule conversation did not continue after that. Even though they have known each other for many years, they didn't know each other very well. A still silence filled the air. Toris was used to such silence, as not much action happened in the castle.
"I think that he was being stubborn. He still refused even after Master said please, which he must have known was difficult for him to do." Raivis said abruptly.
Toris looked at him for a second, then shook his head. "All Ivan needs to do is control his temper. Then maybe… Ivan would be more approachable." They both knew that even when Ivan was calm, he still had this eerie aura that made him uncomfortable to be around; it was even more suspicious when he was trying to be nice. They both shuddered at the thought. A timid knock on the door behind them interrupted their conversation. Alfred stepped into the kitchen, and Elizabeta quickly came in after him. Toris ignored the fact that he wasn't supposed to leave his room. "Ah, Alfred, nice to see you. It's quite late- do you need something?"
Alfred never really liked asking for things. He didn't like the feeling of needing someone else. He swallowed his pride and asked anyway. "Yeah, sorry for bothering you but do you have any leftovers? I'm so hungry I could eat a horse."
"Did you hear that guys? He's hungry!" exclaimed Elizabeta. She whipped out some silver utensils from the drawers. Raivis gathered up the freshly washed dishes and set them on the table located inside the kitchen.
"Remember what Ivan said…" Toris said meekly.
"Oh shut up Toris, we have to feed the poor boy. He has had a long day." Elizabeta said as she placed a fork down. At that moment Roderich reappeared.
"Elizabeta, I thought you said you would- oh, hello everyone. Why is everyone up?"
"Roderich, help me set up the rest of the table," asked Elizabeta. He nodded, and proceeded to get napkins.
Toris sighed into his hands. "Okay, he can have some water and some soup, that's it."
"Now, Toris, don't be so stingy. We must make him feel welcomed! Come, Alfred, sit at the table." Alfred obeyed Elizabeta and sat down at the head of the table, and watched the servants hurriedly moving around the kitchen.
"Fine, but we must keep it down, we can't have Ivan come down and-" Toris was cut off by Elizabeta, once again.
"Antonio! Whip up something hot and fresh!" Alfred couldn't help but think back to when he was talking with Francis at the tavern. Didn't he say something about a guy named Antonio? And how he was friends or something like that with Lovino? All off a sudden, a friendly-looking, green-eyed man popped out from behind what must have been a pantry. "I'll make some delicious paella. Your name is Alfred, sí? I heard so much about you," said Antonio cheerfully. Alfred hoped Antonio didn't hear anything bad about him; the last thing he wanted was the servants talking behind his back.
"What would you like to drink? Tea? Coffee? Water?" asked Raivis.
"Coffee, thanks." Out of nowhere it seemed like Alfred was dying of thirst. His mouth watered at the idea of eating again. Raivis came back with a steaming hot pot of coffee and a ceramic mug and poured some in. He gestured to the sugar and milk containers, which Alfred shook his head to. Once Raivis walked away, Alfred gulped the coffee even as it scorched his throat. Suddenly, a light and beautiful noise filled the air. Alfred looked around him, but couldn't find the source.
"Oh, that's just Roderich playing the piano; Ivan likes it when he plays during meals, so its just a habit of his," explained Elizabeta. Alfred didn't mind; he wasn't much of a fan of classical music but he never heard the piano playing so majestically before. It seemed that Toris DID mine though. Alfred heard him mumble about Roderich 'playing too loudly' and 'wake up a certain someone'.
Antonio came to the table with a big pan. Whatever was in there smelled great to Alfred, and his mouth started to water again. He never had paella before, but it seemed tasty. Using a big spoon, Antonio scooped up the colorful concoction of mussels, shrimp, rice, and as well as other delicious foodstuffs. He grabbed his spoon and was about to pile the steaming food into his mouth when he noticed the servants just standing by the table, staring at him. He cleared his throat, uncomfortable with all their gazes on him. "Um… you can sit down with me if you guys want…" Anything than just standing there, that's awkward as fuck.
The servants exchanged glances, but they did sit down at the table with him. They were never allowed to sit with Ivan during dinner. Hell, they weren't even allowed to stand in the room with him; he only called them in when he was finished.
They sat in silence, which made Alfred reconsider if asking them to sit with him made the whole situation any less awkward. He decided that this was a good time to make small talk. "So, Antonio, where are you from?" Alfred wanted to question the Spaniard to see if he was who Alfred thought he was.
"Oh, I'm from the town on the other side of the forest. Sabes que?"
"Oh, dude, I'm from there too! What a small world. How did you end up here?" Alfred was glad that Antonio was the same Antonio as the one Francis was talking about, but he couldn't imagine him being with a cranky guy like Lovino; he was too nice and happy compared to the italian man.
Antonio cleared his throat uncomfortably. He leaned in to the table and clasped his hands. "Well, a long time ago, I was delivering groceries to some personas ancianas- poor them, so old that they can't leave their house- that lived on the edge of the forest. Once I dropped off the food, my wagon wheel unhinged and broke. I guess I got lost trying to find the village, because I ended up finding the castle. Haha, que tonto!" he laughed, but he didn't sound particularly happy. It sounded as if someone told him to laugh, but that person was also holding a gun to his head. "Anyway, they needed a cook and they assumed that I could cook since I was carrying food on me. I needed the job anyway- I wanted to expand my store." He paused. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Alfred assumed that he didn't want to say anymore, so he started to talk.
"You were, uh, with Lovino, right?" Antonio immediately brightened at his name. "He's a little sad that you aren't around, but his bakery is doing fine. Everyone is doing okay." He relaxed, and leaned back into his chair
"I'm glad, thank you for telling me." Alfred looked at the others sitting with him. They all seemed to be relaxed. At one point Roderich had joined them, and he and Elizabeta were having their own conversation. Even Toris visibly relaxed, and he and Raivis struck up some small talk. Alfred was very glad that everyone was happy, even if it was for the moment. Maybe living here won't be so bad. Antonio continued to ask him about everyone at the village, and Alfred happily answered his questions.
Eventually Alfred finished his very late dinner after a third helping, and the servants started to clean up. "Hey, is it okay if I look around?" asked Alfred. After a big meal and talking to everyone, he was too awake to go to bed. Elizabeta nodded, but Toris nudged her. He mumbled something about 'can't sneak around'. "Toris, I'm sure you know everything there is to know about the castle, and I want only the best to give me a tour," exclaimed Alfred. He knew when to butter up people at the best times.
"Oh, sure, of course." replied Toris. Elizabeta rolled her eyes as Roderich whisked her away in the direction of his bedroom.
Toris led Alfred to many of the long hallways in the castle. "... as you can see, these high ceilings were designed by a very traditional artist, and he was influenced by the Victorian era. Using wood paneling he…" Alfred was captivated by the beautifully detailed tapestries and shining knights' armour that lined the halls, and he appreciated Toris showing him around but damn, can that man drone on and on. At one point Toris stopped to observe a painting and was explaining the significance, but he hadn't noticed that Alfred was no longer with him. Toris turned around when he asked for Alfred's opinion but received no response. He found Alfred walking up the main stairs, toward the forbidden West Wing.
"Wait! You can't go up there! The West Wing is prohibited," Toris ran and stopped right in front of Alfred before he could take another step.
"Ohhhh, so THAT'S where it is. Why is it forbidden?" asked Alfred.
"Uh, well, it's not like he is hiding anything…"
"Then why can't I go see it?" Alfred pushed past him and continued up the stairs. Toris skipped steps to catch up and stopped him again.
"Why don't we go see some more tapestries? Or the library?" offered Toris, who was now visibly shaking.
"Woah woah, wait one sec. You have a library?"
"Of course! Follow me this way," Toris started walking down the stairs, blabbering more facts about the library. He was clearly relieved that Alfred no longer taken interest in going up towards the West Wing, or so it seemed. Alfred waited until Toris was out of his sight, then he continued his mission of finding out whatever Ivan was hiding from him.
Translations:
Sabes que: You know which?
Personas ancianas: elderly folk
que tonto!: how stupid! or silly me! (sorry spanish speakers if this isn't the exact translation)
LONG CHAPTER IS LONG. This literally took the whole day to write no jokes, but I was determined to write another chapter for you guys even if not much happens; its ironic because in the movie this happens in like the span of 3 min and its my longest chapter. I promise next chapter would have more exciting stuff! Most likely coming out later this week because of thanksgiving break. Also sorry if during the story the character seem ooc; I need them to act like the characters in Beauty and da Beast so it makes more sense….ALSO IDK WHY I KEEP SWITCHING FROM 1ST PERSON TO 3RD is it annoying and confusing? I feel like its eaisier to describe Alfred's mood when I write in 1st person for him but it's easier writing in 3rd for everybody else IDKKK sorry if it's annoying... :( anyway onwards my friends!
