~Chapter Two~
"Running and Running into-!"
My legs kept running, running, running, and running. Each turn the cemented walls of a maze continued to extend. But from what? Everything had been engulfed by darkness. I ran alone searching for a way out of this hell. Why was I running? Was I chasing or was I running from something?
Fear was pulsing through my veins. The cold and electrifying sensation that slowly made it's way from my forehead to the tips of my toes...Who was this unknown figure, or who was I chasing? I meet a wall and try to retreat back to the another path way but I met with figure around the corner.
He looked upset.. Those piecing azure eyes saw right through me his face was tensed and red with anger. Marking and imprints on his face left their evidence that he was mad with fury. His blond hair lay wavily in his face. His eyes held the intention to kill. He slowly advanced towards me. I look down to see a bloody sword, and he was wearing the uniform he rode into battle with.
"Why?"
My being slowly awakened from it's deep nightmare. Darkness, then my senses began to awaken. I inhaled a deep refreshing breath, while my heart was still pacing with fear. With no scent of fresh salty air. Was I dead? I would've panicked but the position I was in.. I didn't want to move. My limbs felt numb, and my whole being felt fragile. But the position was comfortable. It was as if my whole being was being engulfed by a warm and tempting cushion that perfectly melted into the contempt position. I continued to enjoy the pleasurable senses. This preventing me from opening my eyes to view the heavenly world, but I was also trying to calm down. I felt as if I was floating on the cloud.. That must've been it.
My body soaked into the soft cloud. The contempt spread throughout my bodies pulsing being.
I didn't want to get up.. The dizzy feeling from the rain caused my head ache to pound with irritation. Nuzzling into the source of pleasure to engulf my body. My slow but aching body begged for a sweet warmth, had it been seeking the physical warmth or both.
My eyes rested in darkness, grunting softly at the pleasure and pain my body felt. but a soft scent began to engulf my senses.. It was almost stale and old but so nostalgic...
" I love this..." I sighed with pure content wrapping the protective layer of warmth around me. I didn't care where I was. I grinned stupidly as I rolled over to snuggle in more.. I didn't want to move.. It was so peaceful, so soothing, so heavenly?...
"sigh"
a disapproval notion echoed across the room. My senses quickly awaken at the familiar but unexpected presence I awoken to. My heart feeling uneasy and the dangerous presence. Who was this person?
My eyes shot open to the familiar voice that rung through my mind at the moment. I impulsively open my eyes and hurled the cotton covers off. My vision filled with spots of blurred and polluted spots of grayish illusions. I had gotten up a little to fast, and a headache. It was a pain and a struggle to even hold my body up. Holding my hand to support my weak stomach, and leaning on the other hand that lay on a mattress I was very sure I wasn't in heaven...I was in...
"Hello, Seychelles." My wide brown eyes meet with a dark velvet chair with a head of blonde hair sticking up. It was him. I squinted my eyes still adjusting and trying to manage to identify who it was. My head was heating up, pulsing, and a electrifying sensation reached the lefts side of my head. My eyes cringed. This horrible headache! It was so hard to even thing.
The room remained silent. From the blurred vision I could tell it was European interiors. The chairs the sophisticated colors, the colors of the rich cherry wood was in high condition, and the bed was of feathers. Highest quality to sleep in. I wasn't in Seychelles anymore... I was in Europe. I was kidnapped taken with out my own consent. This wasn't right and I needed to escape. The silence feel upon the room from my movements.
The echos of gasping, and panting reach my ears.. Before I realized it. It was me. I couldn't escape in this condition... I was to weak.
BUt the figure looked so much like..
Him..
I was relieved, but yet felt a swirl of uncertainty swell within my cold chest. I called out
" Is it you?..."
and he came.
But... He forgot about me and left me for his sister... Did he really care for me? A jab entered my heart.
"Oh no... What does he want?" I whispered silently.
"..." The blonde figure whom I feared stood up. My vision still blurred and I didn't want to see him.
I couldn't see him. A burning liquid began to emit from my sore red eyes. My heart, my being was in pain, because I was crying over him. I was confused, my love was stirred with a betray that couldn't be separated. But yet I still loved him.. Why was I crying, Why was I in pain... I hiccuped at the strong emotions that welled inside my chest. The emotion was so strong my vision only allowed blurred vision of the blonde figure advancing toward me. Each step he took, the imprints of echos that grew closer made me sob even more.
I knew it was france. It was his height, and his slim built that gave it away.
Besides I didn't want to..
I didn't want to see his sea blue eyes.
His curly long golden hair.
His porcelain skin
His Strong built.
Or his warm presence that welcomed me with his warm protective hands.
No one else would ever be like that.
Not like France.
I felt my body heat up, as my vision became blurred. With every adoration of my being began to slowly be fettered by my emotions for him.
" How could he? He just left me! And now he drags me to his house!"
MY mind was pulsing, with my heart ascended to the same frantic beat which I remembered before fainting in the never ending day of rain. Didn't he have enough playing with me?
"How dare he! I am not some game!" Burning hatred I never knew could be held towards france began to flicker turning into a fire within me. I felt my face distort with anger. I tried to scream but only hiccups came out.
Heaving my breath I supported my pulsing chest with my hand while clutching the covers with another. I continued to tremble. Couldn't I just go back to sleep? It was so much more comfier than this situation.
The foot steps of paten leather shoes seemed to echo louder until it stood by my crouching figure. I kept my head down to feel the burning tears drop on the white cotton, and comforter with his colors. Red White and blue... It was him...
His large and gentle hands reached out for my small wrist, while he stroked my cheek with the other. His hand continued to stroke my tanned cheek as he traveled his way up to my eyes to wipe a tear away. I felt my chest begin to suffocate I was holding my breath I didn't want to smell the husky, and nostalgic scent he would embrace me with. It was too much.. My heart was already in enough pain and yet he had to do this to me. I clenched my trembling jaw, and squeezed my eyes shut. Trying to close all my senses from seeing him, hearing him, smelling him, and feeling him.
I didn't want...
"Stop." I heard my voice plea in a higher frightened voice.
" Look at me."
"Look at me"
Wait this wasn't France. His thick accent wasn't so...
I slowly opened my eyes to meet two emerald eyes, with bushy eyes brows... He studied me with his narrowing eyes he held my chin with his hand while holding my wrist with the other. I was relieved but so disappointed my eyes fell to the floor, as I felt my eyes tense. I'm relieved, but yet.. I'm so...
It was Arthur... This wasn't Francis's house.. This was.
I look down at the comforter that I clenched tightly. The english flag was printed. The red, white , and blue- the same colored schemed flags as him... But it was England's.. Arthur flag... Not Francis's Flag...
" He didn't come back for me.." I didn't expect my voice to tense or burst into a cry of sobs that emitted from my body. I secured myself with changing into a fetal position. I wanted to push everything away and believe that this was a nightmare. A night mare I would awake from.. Like the one I was dreaming about before I realized I wasn't in heaven...
My whole figure was in sorrow and the pain was unbearable.
I couldn't help but feel the vacant emotion within my heart. My whole being tensed and felt my mind echoed the same fateful words.
"He left me.. He abandoned me..."
My eyes felt a blanket of darkness befall it. I was frozen and lost within the thoughts that so concerned me. Abandoned at the belief of my prince to come and save me.
I was Alone... He left me...
I began to breath heavily, as I felt two warm hand meet my cheeks.
" What happened?" He wiped the tears from my eyes again. My eyes met his opulent emerald green eyes that reminded my of the most vivid gem color. His porcelain face shown his intelligent but delinquent past. His stern emotion, his intense stare made my heart pace faster. Arthur was very similar to Francis now that I think about it... Both having a sharp jaw line, a roman nose so perfect, strong built, blonde hair- well Arthur wasn't as attractive as Francis but he was attractive in his own way.. I never noticed that Arthur would be even categories as similar to Francis. But yet so different..
"I've never been looked at like that..." I felt my eyes automatically dash to the floor.
I felt two strong hands grab my tiny wrists with his strong muscular hands. I've had enough! I still refused to say anything in the awkward silence of the room. I wanted to leave. I tried to shake away his hold but it was a failed attempt.
This was scary. thought as I tried to pry his hands from my face. feeling my body struggle to keep balance which was impossible.
"Let go..."
"..." He refused to accept my request.
" Let go." I continued to increase in volume.
He needed to stop. I was dieing inside. I didn't want to tell him.. I didn't want to relive the event that happened with him.
"Tell me why were you almost dead in the rain?" he pressed on. Not releasing his hold. He forced both of my wrist in both hands, before placing his fingers under my chin. He raised my trembling chin with two fingers. HIs eyes still intense, and full of mystery. What was this look? I've never felt... I felt my heart jump.
This feeling.
He lifted my head to a point where I could only look at him.. With those mysterious emerald eyes.
" I- I-I-..." I tried to reply but my mind wouldn't allow my mouth to go on. I felt a wall from expressing the truth, but I wanted to keep it from saying it aloud. My fear was. It would really happen... But had it?
I felt the force push at my diaphragm as my head began in to a swirl of confusing and helplessness. My body felt the same electrifying numbed tension, I was too weak to explain...
Crying out, and sobbing was all I could do, vocalizing my pain in my high pitched and childish hiccups and painful sobs.. He released my cheeks as he traveled to my shoulders and forced me into a warm embraced. I felt his firm stomach, his adams apple, and his strong nurturing hands I've never felt wrap around me... What was this foreign feeling?
He held on to me securely. I felt as if I was to fall to pieces. BUt his embrace. His arm that draped around my small frame, and stroking my damp chocolate brown hair. Whispering soothing tones in his old language. It Seemed to feel like I was in some reality. Not a nightmare. I left the damp stain on his cotton shirt, from the tears that my eyes left. I continued to lean on him as my sobs turn into a soft panting. He rocked me while crooning old celtic melody that soothed the wild and uncontrollable tantrum.
I began to hiccup as he tried to lay me down. No! I didn't want him to leave me!
HIs embrace no! I wanted to keep like this.. If I let go. I could fall slowly to pieces. No!
" Seychelles? What are you?" I dragged him down with me. His face was written with a confused expression. His emerald eyes surprised at my actions.
" No! Don't let go! DONT LET GO!" I pleaded loudly. I almost felt tears rim the water line of my red puffy chocolate eyes.
I held on to him as we went down on the bed together. I continued to weep. into his chest. I was scared! His musky scent filled my senses as it began to die down the sobbing soon turned in to soft whines.
I couldn't look into his eyes. I was too embarrassed to. He wouldn't accept a former french colony to beg him to stay, would that even sound like Arthur ? No.. He would have too much pride for that. I trembled as I wondered what he would do next. Was he going to walk away. My heart felt a painful jab, but it wasn't as bad as the last time. I heard a sigh as I felt a cover of warmth surround my body.
"Fine.." He pulled the covers over both of us. He fixed the pillows into a comfortable position, and pulled me closer. I face his chest, and felt his chin lay on my head. A soft, warm reassuring peck on my forehead, and silent mumbled 'good night' could be heard. As time continued his eyes began to slowly flicker to stay open. Probably to wait until I fell asleep to leave. He continued to check time to time to see if I was asleep yet. Even though I fought to keep my eyes open. I stared at him. He as not going to leave me. I knew he would have to go to bed, I fought my tired mind. Struggling to keep my eyes open. Watching him silently fall into a deep slumber was oddly relaxing. To see him so defenseless was almost endearing. I won the long battle as he feel asleep with in a few minuets he fell asleep. His slumber of dreams...
As the night died down, and the moon rose. We slept together in a warm embrace. A peaceful look lay upon England's face, and a small smile on my mouth. I couldn't sleep, Something was still bothering me. I turned on my side to see a little container that had a figure inside it's warm covers. The birds wings were bandaged up as It slept soundly it's feathers rising and falling to every fragile heart beat. Time to time it would twitch. I giggled it was probably dreaming of worms!
Finally feeling at peace I felt my eyes weighed down to close. I feel a little settled..
I smiled back at Arthur . I pecked the top of his chin and snuggled closer into his chest. I deeply inhaling his scent and smiled softly as my eyes follow suit. It was time for slumber.