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"The Turkish King?" he sputtered. "How on earth am I promised to him?" he said and stood in front of his brother. "Have you gone insane? Why can't you just marry him!?"
"That is none of your concern," Lukas replied calmly trying to calm his own brother down. "You do as I say, and that is it."
Emil looked at Lukas, then at Mathias. He saw the crowd begin to gather before he clenched his jaw. "I think I'll decide who I marry," he muttered before walking past him and back into the large castle.
Yao glanced over at Leon gripping his arm and then dragging him to the side. "Just what were you thinking?"
"I did what I thought was right," Leon replied not really looking at his brother.
"I simply told you to make him your acquaintance, not your damn lover!" he whispered loudly.
Before Leon could get a word in he saw Lukas walk his way, "Just so you know, you are not to be near my brother the rest of your stay."
Leon once again didn't have a chance to say anything before Yao interrupted, "Of course aru," he quickly stated, "If you excuse us." He then dragged Leon back to his room closing the door quickly. "Are you insane aru?" he growled at his younger brother. "I should send you back home for what you did."
"Then why don't you?" Leon asked crossing his arms.
Yao glanced at him before opening the door, "Don't tempt me Leon." He closed the door once more and Leon rolled his eyes changing into his night clothes. As much as he would like to say he didn't enjoy the kiss, he certainly did. Plus sharing a kiss with someone so lovely made it all the better. That is when he heard a knock on his door, he thought it was Yao again and opened the door only to see one of the servants.
"Here you go sir, it is from the Prince," he whispered and Leon took it thanking him.
He looked at the small note before opening it, it was an invitation. He was being invited to the others room, he smiled to himself. Well isn't this a lovely surprise, he thought. He went over setting the note on fire with one of the candles before dumping it into a nearby canister then took his leave.
He traveled some way having to avoid servants and guards before he
Not to long after he felt a knock on his door, he opened it up to see Leon. He smiled a bit and let him in, "I didn't think you would really come."
"Why not?" Leon asked looking over at Emil, an amused look in his eyes. "I only came on your wishes."
"I want to know something," Emil said as he glanced at him, "Why did you kiss me? Aren't you promised to anyone back home?"
"No," Leon replied, "Back home I have no right to the throne, I am free to choose whom I wish to be with."
"Of course you are," Emil sighed, "How I envy that."
"Why do you envy? You do realize you can do it yourself."
"Me?" he chuckled a little as he sat back down on his bed. He was dressed in his night attire and looked back toward Leon. "I think my brother would have my head before I do such a thing."
"Then why stay?" Leon asked as he walked closer to him.
There was a few moments of silence between them before Emil looked away clearing his throat, "Where on earth would I go?" he said a bit nervous.
"You could always come away with me," Leon suggested. But as soon as the words left his mouth he found himself astonished that he even dare spoke those words. They seemed to have just poured out from his mouth. He didn't regret them and even the seconds afterwords he did want Emil to consider it.
Emil quickly stood up avoiding the other, "Don't be absurd, we've only just met."
"I suppose you don't give out kisses to everyone you just meet, yes?" Leon asked as he walked toward Emil and reached out for him. "Or am I the only one?"
Emil slowly turned to look at the other, their eyes meeting and he found it very hard to breathe in that moment. "You...are the only one...thus far..." he muttered.
"How about we keep it that way?" he asked softly, the small smirk was not seen on his lips but in his eyes as Leon's fingers reached up to brush up against the others lips. "Certainly if you become spoiled before marriage than he can no longer take you." The thought, however, did light a flame inside of Leon. Not that he might spoil him, but the fact that he might be married to someone else. He didn't understand himself at that point, why was he so infatuated with him? What was it that lured him?
He thought about it for a few seconds, was it really infatuation? Of course it was. There was no way he was enamored with him, right?
"Spoiled?" Emil repeated his eyebrows furrowing slightly, "I don't..." but he fell silent when he finally did realize what the other was talking about. His face began to heat up quietly, "Leon I don't think you realize what you're talking about."
"I do," he whispered and he leaned in closer. "I most certainly do, and from the moment I saw you, I have wished to make you mine." He couldn't believe the words he spoke, they were so unlike him. Yes, he had always been straightforward, but never with intimate intention.
Emil had no words to say to the other, he only felt Leon's fingers brush against his lips and down to his jaw line. Then down his neck before stopping just where his clothes covered his shoulder. Leon slipped his fingers underneath it, all the while their eyes stayed connected. He could feel Emil's pulse underneath his fingers and see the white of his skin from the corner of his eye. How he wanted to ravish him and make him his. The feeling was almost primal, it was very animalistic and yet he found immense pleasure in it. "I most certainly hope...you don't regret this..." he whispered before leaning and crashing his lips with the other.
Leon woke up panting and sweating from the dream his eyes darted across the dark room. It felt too real, it was as if it were really happening. He pressed his palms to his eyes and knew he was hard. "Fuck..." he muttered.
Berwald walked into the hospital, seeing Tino's mother. He walked over and hugged her tightly as she cried into his shoulder. Mathias had entered with Lukas and Emil. "Is he going to be okay?" Mathias asked as soon as he reached the other two.
Tino's mother pulled away and nodded quietly, "The doctor said he just has...a few broken bones...but he should be okay." He looked at the other four and a small smile spread to her face, "You all should be in bed right now, it's awfully late."
"Tino is family," Lukas said gingerly and smiled at her. "We're here for him no matter what." His mother smile and nodded thanking them silently with small hugs and kisses. "Who found him?" Lukas asked after a few more moments.
"Sadik and Hercules," Berwald muttered looking across the hospital room. Lukas followed his glance over to two chairs where the Turkish and Greek man were sitting down, leaning against one another as they slept.
"If they hadn't been there..." Tino's mother began shaking her head slowly.
"Let's not think about that," Mathias said with a reassuring smile as the doctor walked over.
"You are allowed to visit him, but I gave him a sedative for the pain. He'll be asleep in a few minutes," he explained and the five of them nodded as the doctor led them to the room where Tino laid on the bed. He was hooked up to a few machines monitoring his heart rate and his bruised and smudged face didn't seem as bad as it was before. He looked over at the group and a small smile spread across his face. Just as he was going to talk he began to cough roughly.
His mother ran to the side of his bed quickly and took his hand, "Shh...shh...don't try and speak now sweetheart." She whispered with a soft smile, "You need to rest," she pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head and tears of relief fell down her cheeks. She pulled away wiping them away quickly as she spoke with a trembling voice, "Y-you're family...they're here..." she whispered moving aside to show the other four.
Tino looked as the other four stepped closer surrounding his bed. His eyes landed on Berwald who reached for his other hand. He weakly squeezed the Swede's hand attempting to comfort the other. The tall blond closed his eyes trying to refrain from crying, and he pressed his lips to Tino's hand. "I'm glad...you're okay," he whispered softly.
"Yea, we were really worried," Mathias said and smiled at him. Tino's eyes drifted to see Mathias, Lukas, and even Emil. He smiled weakly at all of them, but he felt sleep tugging at him.
His eyelids struggled to stay open and he whined a bit, "Rest, love," he heard his mom rest. "We'll be here when you wake up," she whispered kissing his forehead again. With this Tino's eyes fluttered close and he drifted off to sleep.
The room had fallen silent and then there was a knock on the door, his mother looked over to see two police officers. "Excuse me," she said softly to the rest of the group as she left to go and talk to them.
Berwald took a seat keeping his hand tangled with Tino's and gazed at him worriedly. Lukas walked over and touched his shoulder gently, "Don't worry, he'll be fine," he said softly.
Emil gazed at Tino while he was connected to the machines. He felt the tears rush to his eyes and he sighed out softly. He quickly rubbed away the tears and smiled to himself. He was so glad Tino was going to be okay.
Francis was pacing back and forth on the early Sunday morning. He found a note in Matthew room that he had left. Where could he have gone? A million thoughts raced through his mind when he found the note, but now he could only think of place and person he went to. He walked back and forth with his phone in his hand. He stared down at Gilbert's contact number. He hadn't talked to him since the fight. What would he say to him? He knew Matthew just had to be there, there was no other place he would go. He was startled when he heard the doorbell and set his phone down to go and answer it. When he opened the door Arthur stood there with a worried look.
"I came as quickly as I could," Arthur muttered before hugging the French man. Francis hugged back tightly and sighed out putting his head into the other's shoulders.
"I can't believe he actually decided to leave," Francis muttered and pulled away.
"He is just upset it all," Arthur urged and rubbed his arm gently. "Do you have any idea where he might be?"
"I can only think of one person if it's not you," he stated and his jaw clenched at the thought. "I haven't talked to him since the fight."
Arthur looked over him worriedly, "Why don't you try calling him? I'm sure he knows you must be worried about him."
"And what if he hates me now?" Francis walked away from Arthur and toward the kitchen where he had set down his phone. He took a seat at the kitchen table with Arthur following him. The thought of losing one of his best friends crushed him, he never thought in a million years he would get into such an intense fight with him. He picked up his phone again taking a deep breath before deciding to call.
Matthew was curled up on the large black sofa, he sniffled and looked blankly at the TV that displayed some recent news. He was in a sort of trance until it was interrupted, he looked up to see his Albino boyfriend walking over to him with a bowl of cereal. "You should really eat something," Gilbert muttered.
Matthew didn't say anything and took the bowl of cereal from him. He stared at it as he felt the space beside him become filled with Gilbert's presence. He sighed out and leaned on him, "He must be worried," Matthew muttered.
"I'm sure he is," Gilbert stated and rubbed his arm gently.
"But it's not fair," Matthew muttered a little more lowly. "Why is he so mad? I mean...it's not like you're some stranger or anything..."
"Maybe that's why," Gilbert pointed out. "I feel like I broke his trust," he sighed out not looking at the other and staring at the TV again. "I should have told him...maybe then we could have avoided this entire mess."
"You don't know that," Matthew interrupted, "I mean...most likely but...you can't be to sure of that."
Gilbert was about to say something when he heard a familiar ring tone, he was a bit shocked as he fished his phone out of his pocket and looked at the screen. On there was the name 'FRANCIS' in large letters with a picture of the two of them. He glanced at Matthew who simply nodded for him to answer. He slid the phone to unlock and cleared his throat.
"Gilbert?" he heard the French voice on the other side speak, "Gilbert Matthew ran away...is...is he with you?" he asked.
Gilbert was quiet and hesitated for a few moments, "Yes."
There was sigh of relief on the phone, "Dieu merci," Francis muttered. "Merci, merci," he repeated over and over.
Gilbert shifted a bit and sighed, "Francis look...I'm sorry..."
"I think it's best if we talk this out in person," Francis quickly said. "I'm sorry too...but I don't want this to be over the phone."
Gilbert smiled quietly to himself and nodded, "Alright, you should come over."
"Already on my way," Francis laughed, "I'll see you in a bit." With that Francis hung up.
Gilbert felt himself heave a heavy sigh of relief before looking back at Matthew. A bright smile placed on his lips and he hugged the other, his little Canadian snuggled into him. "He's coming over in a little bit," he whispered, "I think we're going to be okay."
Matthew set the bowl down on the nearby coffee table and turned to hug the other. "Of course we'll be fine," he muttered closing his eyes. A soft smile spreading across his own features.
Hey so I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Please leave a review...I'm not to sure how this is going I feel like I might give up on it tbh. But anyway leave a review and hope you have a good day/night.