Dragons and Cross-dressers – Chapter eighteen
Alfred watched the signal curiously before a rumble behind him sounded. He spun around quickly; think that the dragon was waking.
Alfred's, Arthur's, Ivan's and Francis's eyes widened.
A huge red circle that seemed like blood glowed angrily around the tower.
Only the Frenchman recognised the circle. It was the one from Iain's memories when he fixed the tower with magic.
The tower creaked in protest as the bloody circle began to disintegrate. The red flaked away, rising up into the air before getting caught in the wind and fluttering away. It seems that the only thing that had held the tower there was the dragon's magic.
The prince grabbed the edge of the window in fear. The whole place shook as the bricks crumbled into dust.
The knight's eyes widened as he soon realised what was happening.
"Jump!"
"What? Are you crazy, you wanker! I'll die!"
"I'll catch you! Jump! I'll be your hero!"
Arthur gritted his teeth and held on tighter to the collapsing window.
"I will catch you! I promise!"
I promise.
For some reason after hearing those two words, the cross dresser felt safe. A strong sense of nostalgia came from the words, though the accent was different from the knight's.
He nodded stiffly before hiking up his pale pink dress. He stood on the window, gulping as he saw the knight so far away with his arms spread.
He closed his eyes then jumped.
He felt the air rush around him as his body tumbled through the air. The dress fluttered noisily around him, making him seem like a big pink comet. He tried to scream but found himself holding his breath.
Suddenly his rapid descent halted.
His eyes opened and he found himself staring into deep blue eyes that sparkled as the knight grinned at him.
"Told ya!" The prince scowled slightly, blushing a deep shade of pink. He mumbled a few insults and a thank you while Alfred beamed happily.
He was finally a hero.
Another scream distracted him.
He looked up and saw another blonde in what appeared to be a blue dress on the disappearing roof.
"Dude! How many cross dressing princes do you have in that tower!"
The prince looked up confused.
The tower jolted and the noble man was thrown from the roof suddenly.
He fell, screaming.
The knight dropped the prince instinctively as the nobleman fell into his arms.
The Frenchman looked relieved. "Merci."
He blinked as he looked at the knight closely. He was also very handsome. It seemed this country had a surplus of hot men. "If tu want… I can make it up to tu. Ohonhonh~!" The Frenchman purred seductively, acting out of habit, until he was dropped, halting his laugh.
He landed on the prince.
"Ow…."
"OUCH!"
Arthur sat up, pushing the blonde off his body.
"Damn frog face!"
The French man glared at him briefly before turning to the knight with an even harder glare. He stood up proudly and that was when the knight realised he wasn't wearing a dress but a long, light blue expensive coat.
He was an aristocrat.
The man glowered with such intensity that Alfred flinched.
"What did tu do? Why did tu 'urt Iain?" He demanded. Arthur, who was still lying clumsily on the ground dirtying his dress, looked up sharply.
"Who, dude?"
"Ze dragon! Why de tu attack ze dra~!"
He was interrupted by a loud rumbled. The trio looked up to see the tower leaning towards them.
The knight grabbed the blonde in the dress and pulled him to his feet before tossing him over his shoulder easily. He yanked Francis's hand hard and ran from the falling tower.
The tumbling building fell with a loud booming noise that echoed through the trees that faded into the distance.
It had barely missed them.
Dust filled the air from the impact. It took a few minutes for it to settle.
When it did, the clearing was in ruins.
Dirt was thrown up from the impact, spraying it about the clearing. The tower was unrecognisable. Bits of cloth, dresses and furniture were seen throughout the wreckage.
Arthur gasped.
He felt conflicted. He was happy to be free but that was his home…. He had lived there for as long as possible…. He wanted to be free but he wasn't sure about losing the only place he belonged.
Alfred was grinning. In his mind he had been successful. He had rescued two people from a terrible dragon.
Francis was looking around the destroyed clearing in panic.
They were the only three standing in the clearing.
That meant that the Russian had already left with the dragon – probably while they were escaping the tower.
How was he meant to help his new friend now?
(A/N – The part I have written is nearly over! That means you will have to wait soon… TT^TT
It's sad thinking about it…
And this story… It had started off as light humour but now it is kinda depressing… What a bad fairy tale….
Never mind. I like the story and I hope you do too.
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