Royal Denial Chapter 3: Visits & Interuptions, a hetalia - axis powers fanfic

Thanks Carrie-Chan for being my inner muse~

Alfred's and Matthew's cottage was a small one but with all the comforts of home, it was one of the few in the village hidden by the overgrow that surrounded them. As the duo walked home it was clear that no one wanted to talk.

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The two brothers forgot their keys at the pub, not wanting to walk all the way to retrieve them they decide it was time to use the chimney for the first time. After thirty minutes of planning, debating and lots of cussing. Alfred was able to slide down the chimney and unlock the door, but without saying "ladies first" as he gestured to the Canadian, earning him a glare.

Passing his teasing brother, the transvestite went straight to his room, clutching something close to his chest, pacing back and forward as though trying to get the warm feeling off his lips, he started to think and it wasn't going so well.

Who the hell did that jerk think he is! Suddenly grabbing me a-and. . . . maybe he was drunk, he's been there for awhile or just looking for some cheap thrills, maybe he's one of those guys that looks for some local girls to kidnap and take them to faraway places to . . . . . . Then again he slid this note in my coat pocket without me noticing, madly blushing he held the item harder, why would he want to go out with me, I'm nothing special. Then again he did kiss me . . . . I could still feel his soft, warm lips—

"Fuck! why does my body have to be so sensitive!"

"Umm . . . Mattie?" he froze upon hearing the voice behind the bedroom door, swearing silently at himself "I know it's really awkward to talk about—"

"Then let's not talk about it, I have to figure this out by myself anyways!"

"But we have to—"not being able to finish he was harshly pushed on to the bed, landing with a grunt as a sudden pressure was on his chest. "H-hey! I'm trying to say something . . . . . . "Looking up his sky-blue eyes met with violet-blue ones, Matthew was straddling him.

"Alfred you got to listen to me!" not realizing the pout he making was so . . . . . adorable.

"Sure whatever you say, Mathea~ "

"d-don't call me that!"

"Then maybe you should take off the dress, I'll help!" reaching up he started to untie the corset from the back, occasionally brushing his shoulders in an affectionate manner. Matthew, blushing more than usual much to his disliking, grabbed Alfred's wandering hand and places the item in it.

"What's this" he said eyeballing it

"It's a note that I found in my pocket on the way home, it has a time and date . . . "his voice trailing off, the reality of it was start to sink in, Gilbert thinks I'm s girl. Maple! This night . . . err . . . morning couldn't get any worse

A sudden clash and a muttering of French words came from the living room, which sounded a lot like—

"Oh Mathieu~I came by for a visit from work . . . . . . . . . Alfred? Why is there a charming looking young lady on you" looking from side to side the intruder said, "where's my little Mathieu?"

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Knock

"Why isn't there anyone opening the door!"

Knock

"Fuck! This is not the time to have a hard-on"

Knock

"Shit its getting cold t-too . . . . ."

Knock

"This is starting to p-piss me off . . . . . what w-was that?"

Knock

"Oh s-shit I think it's a raccoon . . . I fucking hate r-raccoons, they're so~ not awesome"

Knock

"Damn they're coming closer! . . . . Eww . . . they might have rabies, fleas, or AIDS!"

Frantic Knocking

Frantic Knock—

"Ve~ your majesty, I'm sorry it took me so long to answer the door, the maid had to go get something for your brother and Francis nii-chan left to visit his . . . umm . . . . I think it was a boy . . . or girl . . . oh I can't remember the kid's name . . . . . then I wanted to have some pasta, which reminds me I have some boiling right now . . . . Your majesty why are you wearing a crappy hat on your head . . . . . . . . . and is that a little bird on —"

"Okay whatever!" yelled the prince as he rushed passed the cook, ran up the stairs, went to the right, then a left, another left, straight ahead, took another left, then a right, straight ahead again, and turned right before finally opening the door to one of the many bathrooms in his household, breathing in a sigh of relief.

"Damn it why do we have so does the nearest bathroom have to be this far away!?" Said the exhausted prince, "having to race to one with a boner doesn't make it any less better"

Gilbert had been running to get to his house as quickly as humanly possible, only stopping to catch his breath once in a while, though during the whole time he had a 'little problem' on the way home or to put it bluntly, the obvious tightness in his pants. He pondered on the idea to do the deed while he sprinted home or just waited till he got home to take a cold shower.

Well he was home now, the only problem was that the nearest bathroom just so happens to be the only bathroom in this entire household without a shower or tub. This left the young prince with one option.

Gottfluch es . . . this is going to kill my pride, he thought, but I can't be roaming around the place with my five meters bulging out of my pants like the Eifel Tower . . . . Fuck it

He sat on the toilet seat; {since he had been standing} hands slightly trembling as he reach for the fly, failing at trying to unzip it and to move as least as possible. Tonight . . . . Err . . . . Morning wasn't going so well with him.

"Why is this happening to me . . . . . "he whispered to the air, irritated as he was Gilbert couldn't help but feel somewhat strange at the situation the young prince was in, he sighed "I might as well get this over with"

Ripping off his expensive jeans entirely, he started noticing how pale his legs are but he shook those thought out of his head, I got other things to focus on.

Barely toughing the tip of his cock, Gilbert hissed at the contact, his cold hands against the fiery flesh, which was already starting to pre-cum. Gritting his teeth he start off in slow strokes, his breathing starting to shake as he unhurriedly reach his climax. Face flushed and eyes closed tight, his lips part slightly to let out a low groan as he quicken the pace, at the same time teasing himself with little touches here and there. The feeling was only getting stranger and stranger.

Gilbert tried imaging the blonde-hair beauty giving him the pleasure, the soft touch of those lips curved around his arousal; whispering sweet nothings to him, giving herself to him willfully as he didn't wasted a second on invading her—

"Ah!" He came on his hand and shirt, panting out in short hard intakes, taking about five minutes for his heart to calm down, as well as his breathing, "hell, I've really let it out of my system" shutting his dozy eyes, he tired to stand up but gravity was stranger at the moment and he roughly sat back down.

"Well at least this state of affairs couldn't get anymore fucked up as it already is—"

His sentence was interrupted with a brighter light descending upon him where the bathroom door was wide open, "Brother, is that you?"

" . . . . . . . . . I spoke too soon"

"What the hell is up with your hat?"

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He lost a bet

He had to wear a dress

He lost again

He had to sing to a bunch of drunks

A strange guy wearing really nice looking clothes and a fucked up hat that included a little yellow bird on top of it, kissed him and accepted his invitation to go on a date with him, without realizing the whole 'I'm a dude not a girl, which means I have a penis' thing

And now this,

The tension in the room didn't change much, not even when Matthew got off of Alfred, who was still grinning like a idiot and had to reveal his true identity, which would have gone more smoothly if a certain American didn't blurt it out before the Canadian had time to explain or even when they moved this little 'incident' to the dining room table, the poor transvestite couldn't believe his luck.

The sun was out, bright and shining, and Matthew hadn't had time to take a shower, change, and sleep. Those were probably the only three things floating around in his head.

"Papa Francis, I hate to be rude and all but I had a long night and I just want to sleep, eh"

"But . . . . . Mathieu if there something you want to talk about I'm not going to judge, je promets"

"Mattie is going on a date with a stranger"

"Alfred!"

"Ce qui"

"I-it was uncalled for!"

"Yeah but it happen right after the stranger gave our little Mattie his first kiss~"

SMACK!

"Papa, I didn't know how it happened, but it did"

"Oh my"

"And I don't know what to do!" Matthew felted helpless and just wanted to sleep it all away, standing up he made his way to the bedroom where his once neat bed was now wrinkled from today's earlier 'struggles'.

"Mathieu"

"Yes papa"

"I was just wondering, why were you on top of Alfred? Which also reminds me, is he going to be okay?"

The Canadian choke back a cough, oh god . . .

"I was trying to get him to listen and don't worry, I didn't hit him too hard"

"Oh" the Frenchman wasn't a fool, even if he was at times very clueless, he could tell his little Mathieu wasn't telling him something. "It just seems very strange, usually you wouldn't bother making Alfred listen but it seems this time was urgent"

"W-well it's that I need him to look at something real quick, no big deal. I'm pretty sure he didn't look at it anyway"

"What did you want him to look at?"

"Umm . . . n-nothing"

"Mathieu"

"Seriously"

"Mathieu"

"I swear!"

"Mon petit Canadien" giving the cross-dresser puppy-dog eyes

Shit! "It was the note Gilbert gave me!" Why do I always fall for the eyes?

"Gilbert?"

"y-yeah, that's the name of my date . . . . "

"And what did the note that Gilbert gave you say?"

"Papa! Please I'm really tired"

"Mathieu"

"It has a Time and day . . . "he muttered, sometimes it was nice to be unnoticed by your family, it makes conversation like this much easier to avoid. "But I was thinking of just not showing up—"

"You're going"

"What?"

"You're going on the date"

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Prince Ludwig couldn't look at his brother, it was like a consist reminder of what happen just minutes ago, and he didn't want to be reminded. Not for a long time.

"brother" he said, still staring intensely at the wall behind him, "umm . . . I have no idea what went on, I sure in hell didn't except that to happen, but we should just let it all behind us and talk about whatever on each other's minds, or at least that's want the book says" he started flipping to another page, quickly reading before he spoke again, "hmm . . . well this isn't helping much, let's just talk it out"

"I hate you"

"Brother"

"Why did you have to walk into that one, out of all the bathrooms in this whole fucking place you had to walk into that one!?"

"How the hell would I know which facility my brother is using to jack off!?"

"You could have at least knocked!"

"W-well I'm sorry about that . . . "

"Yeah whatever . . . "

It grew quiet, leaving room for a conversation starter but neither of the brothers tries to make an effort. They just sat in their chairs, Gilbert fiddling with the hat that was still on his head, and Ludwig was desperately trying to come up with things to talk about.

"So . . . what's up with the hat?"

"It was my disguise"

"But it's not really working"

"It works when you had twelve gallons of booze down your throat"

"Yeah, I guess so, what about the bird"

"You mean Gilbird; he just came along for the ride"

"You brought your pet bird in a shitty-looking hat to a bar?"

"Pretty much"

"Oh"

It grew quiet again, but it wasn't as awkward as last time. The young silver-haired prince looked outside the window, from where they were sitting (which was in Ludwig's chamber, btw) the forest that surround his home seemed greener than usual, and the sky seemed bluer. It was all strange.

"Yo, West I got to tell you something"

"What is it?"

The prince hesitated for a second but manage to bring himself to say it, "I've met s-someone"

The younger brother, somewhat shocked said,"Who is she?"

"Well . . . her name is Mathea, and I sort of just ask her out in the last minute"

"Is she the reason why you . . . you know" shrugging his shoulder, "did the deed"

"Yeah, she is" he sighed; this was the first time he had wanted someone so badly and couldn't order them to sleep with him. Why did he have to be such a fucking gentlemen. "Well, I'm to going to bed, I'm sure I got all of my eagerness out of my system, see ya West"

"Sleep well brother" God knows I'm not going to . . .

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Alfred woke up after a sudden beating from Matthew a few hours later, the drag queen has already fallen asleep, and it was late in the evening. Looking around the American notice two things: Mattie was still in the dress and he was lying right next to him, he stretch his back until he heard a decent crack and got out of bed. His eyes were still blurry from sleep but he could tell that the Frenchman didn't leave; his wine glass was still out.

"Francis?"

"Yes~"

"What happened when I was out?" The Frenchman handed him a cup of coffee

"I told Mathieu he had to go on that date"

Choking on his cup of coffee, Alfred manages to wheeze out "w-ha-tt!"

"He has to go on that date"

"But, why for all we know this guy can be some sort of rapist or a serial killer!"

"I know who Gilbert is"

"Wait . . . what! Who?"

"I shouldn't be telling you this but I work for him"

"I thought you work as co-chef and butler for some rich nobleman"

"I do, sort of"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I just happened to know everyone's name in this town, it helps to know which to 'target' next" the American gave a nod, cueing him to continue, "so the stranger you were talking about was named Gilbert, who just also happens to be the next heir to the Prussian Kingdom"

"Are you saying he's a king or something?"

"Not yet, he needs to marry someone before he can be crowned king"

Alfred couldn't believe it, his little baby brother has caught the eye of someone of royal standards. It was like a fucked up fairytale. But it still didn't explained why Francis wants his son to go on date with him.

As though reading his mind, Francis said, "I'm not trying to make my son marry a prince s I can mooch off of them, that would be nice but it's not the reason. I just think it's wrong for someone to bail out on a date, plus it would make my job much easier if his majesty was in a pleasant mood"

"I guess that's a good reason, but Mattie isn't a girl. How the hell are we going to pull this stunt off?"

"Leave it to me" Francis started to reach in Alfred's pocket.

"h-hey! What the hell are you looking for!?"

"The note Gilbert gave to Mathieu" he said bluntly

"Oh its right here" Alfred reached into the other pocket, and handed it to Francis.

Looking at from both sides, he quickly unfolded the paper and read it, before handing it back to Alfred who stared at it before speaking, "so what do you think?"

"We have less time then I figured"

"Huh?"

"That little piece of paper is marked: May 26, 6:30 p.m. At the pub"

"Yeah so"

"That's tomorrow night"

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Hey guys~ sorry it took me forever to update! I had holiday stuff to do and I got really lazy but here's the third chapter! Hope you guys enjoy this. and before I forget, I want to thank Aleatoire for drawing me a picture based off of my fanfic. so if anyone else wants to drew Canada in a dress, please send it to my email: dsy_araujo yahoo . com

Just get rid of the spaces*

Thanks again for reading :))

Mon petit Canadien ~ my little Canadian

Gottfluch es ~ God damn it

Oh~ and before I forget again, please tell how I did with the jerking off part and if I'm rushing into things. It would help a lot.

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