Happy Valentines Day you guys! In honor of Valentines Day, here is a fluffy chapter to relieve the agonies of the previous chapter! Hope you all have a wonderful day!
International News Report- Spain has announced an emergency world meeting that is to take place in two weeks. Both he and the Great Britain, the other nation aiding Spain in preparation for the rather sudden meeting, refure to release any information as to the subject matter of this meeting. As of now, the nations that have agreed to join together for this meeting are, America, Canada, Hungary, Austria, Both North and South Italy, Japan, China, Denmark, Norway, Poland and Turkey. No news on whether any of the Slavic nations or Germany will be attending, or if they have received the notice. Further news to come.
Arthur lay curled up on Antonio's bed, pressed up against him. His tousled, blonde haired head rested on the Spaniard's chest. It was early in the morning, the sun was still sleeping, the stars out partying in it's place. It was such a peaceful time, for Arthur at least. He wasn't laying awake in the crimson, ebony and silver bed clothing like Antonio was.
Antonio just couldn't get his brain to shut off. Though he looked peaceful on the outside with his sun kissed arms wrapped around the Englishman that was snuggled up close against him, though his brilliant verdant eyes were closed, though his usually warm skin was cool to the touch, cooled from being on the brink of a deep sleep, his brain had him thinking about a million different things. How is Feliciano doing? I haven't heard from either one of the Italians since we escaped from Ivan's house two weeks ago! Or what about Ludwig? I hope Ivan isn't killing. Dios Mio I hope we aren't making a mistake about taking so long to rescue him! I wonder if Gilbert and Elizabeta are healing up ok or are ready to murder each other... Or did the Hungarian woman go back home to Roderich? It's such a shame... She loves Gilbert so much... And Gilbert loves him back, yet she stays with that pompous Austrian. What is my Arturo dreaming about? I wonder... He thought, everything rambling over and over in his head. Thoughts battled over what he'd pay attention to, crashing against each other. With a soft sigh he looked down at Arthur, gently moving his hair from his face affectionately.
The soft, gently touch woke Arthur up. He mumbled something quietly and lifted his head up off of Antonio's chest to look at him through bleary emerald eyes. "You're still awake... My love?" He mumbled, a yawn splitting up his slightly slurred words.
Antonio hugged Arthur to him tightly for a few seconds, feeling bad for waking up his Brit. "Lo siento... Did I wake you up, amor? He whispered quietly, looking apologetic. He didn't want Arthur to be plagued by his inability to fall asleep. Arthur shouldn't have to worry about how the Spanish man was sleeping, or rather lack there of.
"No love. It's alright! Don't feel bad..." Arthur paused t yawn again, politely covering his mouth with the back of his hand. Once the inability to speak was over, he snuggled closer to Antonio and pressed his face against his exotic scented neck. He kissed the tanned skin, lips quirking up in a smile as Antonio shivered slightly and a soft intake of breath, barely audible, made his chest rise. "Why are you still awake, love? Everything alright?" He whispered softly, nuzzling Antonio's neck lovingly.
A sigh escaped Antonio and he smiled weakly. "It's nothing to worry about, amor. Just can't get mio cerebro to shut up. If I'm not thinking of Lovi and his hermanito, I'm tinking of what Ivan is doing to Ludwig. If it isn't that, it's Gilbert and Elizabeta. If it isn't them, it's you." He sighed again, rubbing Arthur's back with a calloused hand. "I'm worried about the meeting on top of everything else. So everyone agrees to go to the meeting... We show them what Ivan did to Gilbert, and they agree to help rescue Ludwig. What's stopping Ivan from turning around and plunging the world into World War III?" Antonio rambled in a rush, looking worried and frazzled.
Arthur sighed and cuddled Antonio, keeping his face buried against his Spaniards neck. He kissed it again with a sigh and smiled a bit. "I think you are worrying over nothing, love. Ivan is a bit intimidating and sadistic, but he isn't unreasonable. He probably doesn't even recognize what he did to Gilbert, and what his is probably doing to Ludwig, is wrong. Ot's just the way he is. If we all talk to him, maybe he'll realize it... It's not exactly unheard of for nations to fight against each other as bitter adversaries, only to turn around to be friends. Who knows how many times that bloody frog and I been at each other's throat only to help each other later. Maybe Ivan and Ludwig will be able to put this behind them and be at peace with each other after this. Maybe Ivan will let Ludwig go after he feels he punished him enough." Arthur reassured soothingly, his eyes half closing as he laid beside the fretting Antonio.
Antonio smiled softly down at Arthur, his uncharacteristically negative thoughts fading away as his Brit' uncharacteristically optimistic words comforted him. He marveled momentarily how their roles were switched, if only briefly. Arthur the light while he was the darkness. It warmed his heart to know the man would give up his pessimism to to comfort him. "Arturo, amor, Your optimism is showing." He teased softly, deciding not to dwell over something he had no control over. A bright smile spread across his face as Arthur rolled his eyes, and just like that things switch back to how the normally were.
"For the love of the queen..." Arthur muttered, rolling his bright emerald eyes again. "I'm tired you bloody git. Leave me alone." He mumbled, a low groan rising from deep in his chest. He nuzzled Antonio's neck again, planning on heading back to sleep now that he knew Antonio was alright, until his Spaniard jerked away from him, rubbing at his neck.
"That tickled! Lo siento..." He said, laying back down and pulling Arthur close against him once more, only to jerk away again when Arthur nuzzled the same spot. He looked over at him in exasperation. "Stop that! That tickles!" He said again with a small frown.
Arthur smiled mischievously at Antonio and laid on top of him, trapping the Spaniard underneath him. With a light laugh he nuzzled Antonio's neck again, this time kissing up and down it, soft laughter rumbling through him the entire time.
"Dios m-mio! Iggy stop!"Antonio gasped, shivering slightly and sounding desperate. He wiggled under the Englishman unsuccessfully until finally he bent his neck awkwardly and bit down on Arthur's pale neck lightly, latching on and not letting go.
With a startled gasp, Arthur stopped his assault on Antonio's neck for a second, only to end up being rolled over and pinned down against the bed as Antonio switched their positions. In the end he was being straddled by a rather victorious and smug looking Spaniard. He couldn't suppress the pang of love and longing that washed through him when Antonio looked at him with that expression, with those eyes, that chocolate hair. He shook his head and glared up at Antonio, more playful than anything. "Get off me you git!"
With a laugh Antonio shook his head. "No... I don't think I will." He teased playfully, rolling his hips down against Arthur's and pressing his lips against his softly.
Arthur half squeak, half moaned into the kiss, taking completely off guard. "H-Hey! Not f-fair." He whimpered, face bright red. Why couldn't Antonio just play fair for once? Arthur would only tease him a little bit, and Antonio would react like this... Not that he particularly cared. Anthony... If you wanted to- His thought was cut off by a whimpering moan from his own throat as Antonio rolled his hips down into his again. "F-For... Ahhh A-Anthony... Antonio." He tried to complain, though his voice was soft and shaky, holding a bit of a desperate whine to it. It was completely unconvincing.
Antonio repeated the provocative motion, gradually pressing down harder each time. After a minute he leaned down over his trembling Englishman and captured his tea flavored lips in a passionate kiss. A warm chuckle flowed through him as Arthur responded with extreme enthusiasm, despite his claims of being tired and wanting Antonio to stop. He laughed again, stronger and more brightly when Arthur wrapped his legs around his hips, pressing up into him. "Enthusiastic, amor?" He teased softly, voice a bit raspy and breathy.
All the chuckling and laughing hurt Arthur's feelings and embarrassed him greatly. He felt rather ridiculous responding with as much excitement as he was. He untangled himself from around Antonio, fighting back his hurt. With a heart broken sound he rolled onto his side, breaking away from Antonio's kiss and grabbed a pillow, wrapping himself around it with a soft, shuddering whimper. "B-Bloody git." He whispered, afraid to raise his voice, knowing it would crack with pain. Holding back another soft whimper of depression he curled around the pillow even more, praying Antonio would just leave him alone, would just leave him to sleep.
Concerned, Antonio rolled away from Arthur and sat up as the suddenly devastated Brit tried to control his trembling and shut down the soft sobs rolling through him. "Amor? Arthur? What's wrong?" He asked, holding back his own wave of heart break from the blatant rejection to be sure his Arthur was alright. "Did I do something that hurt you, amor?" He asked, stressing further when the trembling, despondent man refused to look at him. "A-Arturo?" He whispered, heart shattering in his chest.
"Bloody wanker. Why did you laugh at me?" Arthur whispered into the pillow. He knew Antonio wouldn't be able to hear him. With a sigh he looked up at Antonio, keeping his hair covering his face. "I asked why you laughed at me." He said again, looking miserable.
Relief flooded Antonio's face and a soft chuckle rolled through him as he smiled at Arthur affectionately. "Is that all this is about?" He teased softly, not realizing just how upset Arthur was.
Arthur rolled away from him, hurt and angered. How could he still laugh at him after everything? "I don't need this... Call me later about the meeting plans, I'm going home." He mumbled, getting up off of Antonio's crimson covers and heading towards the door.
"No. No no no wait!"Hay Dios Mio , amor. Te amo. I love you!" Antonio said, realizing Arthur was seriously hurt by him. He scrambled off his bed and chased after him. "Amor... Iggy. Arturo wait! Would you let me explain?" He begged desperately.
"No." Arthur growled, walking stiffly down the stairs, heading for the front door. "You had your bloody chance to explain. Now I'm going home. Just leave me alone Antonio Fernandez Carriedo!"
Antonio flinched, his heart rupturing in his chest. Arthur was leaving? Arthur was... No! He couldn't leave! "Stop! I wasn't laughing at your reaction! I was laughing with bliss at the moment! I was laughing because of how absolutely happy you make me!" Antonio said in desperation, his voice begging for Arthur to listen. He snarled in frustration as Arthur continued walking away from him, and slammed his fist up against the wall. "Damn it Arthur! Listen to me! You are being stubborn and idiotic! I love you, can't you see that?" He shouted, slashing out and striking at the wall again, shattering the fragile bones of his hand and knuckles. This wasn't like Antonio at all! The Spaniard was never like this!
A picture that had been hanging on he wall Antonio struck crashed to the floor, the glass splintering into little shards and slivers of glass. The commotion startled Arthur enough that he turned around to face the man, eyes widening at the sight of his bloodied hand and the sheer terror and panic in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing? My God Anthony!" He shouted angrily. He rushed over to his trembling Spaniard and gently grabbed is broken hand, inspecting it with concern shimmering in his eyes. You bloody idiot! Why would you do that?!" He growled, pulling Antonio into the kitchen, being careful despite his anger. He was able to forget his pain and embarrassment in favor of cleaning up his love's hand.
With a sigh he grabbed a dish towel from the counter and sat Antonio down in a chair at the table. He felt irrational tears building behind his eyes as he walked to the sink and ran warm water of the dish rag, his throat constricting with guilt as he did so. It was all his fault for being so touchy! Sighing again he shut the water back off and returned to Antonio with the moist, warm rag. "What was the point of punching the wall? A wanker..." He scolded, voice softer this time as he cleaned Antonio's split knuckles and kissed the back of his hand gently, avoiding the splintered bones as best he could.
"You... Y-You were leaving! You weren't listening to me... I didn't want you to go..." Antonio whispered, voice taught with pain from both Arthur's flight and the pain in his hand. He looked down at the floor, resembling a beaten child. He was afraid of Arthur leaving, afraid of hurting him and scarring him away. They had been separated for the longest time after their pirate days. He still dreamed about Arthur being gone. Still dreamed about how alone he had been after the fall of his Armada. His actions had been irrational, lashing out at the wall and breaking his hand, but it had gotten Arthur to stay. "I didn't want you to leave me... Not again. Te quiero mi Arturo... Te quiero." He whispered, eyes dull with misery and distress.
"Anthony..." Arthur said softly, voice exasperated but tender and full of affection. He never realized how strongly Antonio still remembered being torn from him, and it made him feel even worse for trying to leave him. He rested a calm, cool hand against the Spaniard's cheek, brushing away one of his tears with his thumb. "Hey. Look at me, love." He said softly when Antonio refused to meet his eyes. "I'm not ever leaving you like that again. Never. You hear me? I love you. I love you so much, more than I think you understand sometimes. Even if you ever make me mad enough, or upset me enough to want to leave your house, I will always, always, always come back, because I love you and couldn't live with myself if I hurt you like that again. I promise I'll never leave you like that again. I promise." He said softly, an adoring smile on his face and love filling his verdant eyes.
Antonio's eyes flitted up to Arthur's face and he smiled weakly, believing his Englishman with all his heart. Arthur would never lie about something like that. I can never do something too stupid to chase him away... But... He looked away suddenly, a light blush on his face and nervous apprehension in his eyes. "Amor? If... If what you said is true... Then will you marry me?" He asked in a voice softer than a whisper as he glanced back up and met Arthur's eyes again.
A dazed, shocked expression crossed Arthur's face and he stepped back, his arms wrapping protectively around his stomach. He tried to process what had just happened, what had just been asked of him as fear, apprehension and joy fought in his eyes. Of course he wanted to be with Antonio forever! But... He was a nation. He was England! That was him. Antonio was Spain. If they married... What would that mean for the rest of the world? What would their bosses say? What would his brothers say? He could hear Iain now. "Why would yeh marry that cunt?" How would they be able to run their nations separately?
Antonio's eyes darkened with determination and he kept his eyes locked on Arthur's face. He had seen the joy in Arthur's eyes, amidst other emotions that is, but the joy was all that mattered to him. He wasn't giving up that easily! He got down on one knee and took one of Arthur's hands in his undamaged one. "Arthur Kirkland. Will you please marry me?" He asked again.
Arthur looked stunned still and his mouth was dry, but he wasn't going to let the greatest thing in his life, his Antonio, down. He wanted to be with him forever, so what did it matter what the others thought or said? He looked down at Antonio with over bearing affection and determination. "Yes. Yes I will..." He whispered with a smile and tears in his eyes.
Antonio grinned and stood back from the floor, pulling Arthur to him in a tight hug. He kissed the smaller man passionately. His heart was so full of love he felt like he was about to burst. He loved him so much. Once they broke appart though, a shadow of something darker covered his joy. Depression. "That is assuming Ivan doesn't destroy us all for trying to save Ludwig..."
Arthur sighed unhappily, thinking the same thing as he stood there in Antonio's warm, spicy smelling arms. He pressed his face into Antonio's neck, breathing in the scent of his skin and trying to banish the negative thoughts. "Everything will work out..." I hope
As the meeting is coming! I wonder how Ludwig is holding up! As always, reviews are awesome! :)