Disclaimer: Hetalia dose not belong to me. (Damn!)... So so sorry for not updating within a week... heh, yeah... I have only just recently just finished my GCSE exams and they were extremely time consuming... Also when I started this fic, it was my distressing calming down time thing so I kind of lost my front up MUST WRITE, MUST POST! kind of view so I have been adding to it when the inspiration hits me... any way in this much longer then normal chapter from me, say hi to Tino and Tinker-belle! Enjoy!
CH:9 Royally Screwed
Arthur, M.B. And Lancashire were ambushed twice more before they reached the outer boundaries of the mountain kingdom, even less too the second city or "Viko-scale". The One that happened to be under the control of prince Lukas, Or Arthurs main rival in magic in the elven kingdoms.
Lukas refused to believe that there were others out there just as powerful or even more so. Arthur happened to be one of those poor elves that rival Lukas' power. Trying to gain private access around the all seeing Lukas would be just plain dumb. What would be even dumber would be trying to befriend Lukas. With all figures aside to why the two dislike each other, there was alot that the two had in common. They are stuck under annoying kings, Both have even more annoying younger brothers. Both powerful and both can speak and summon a large amount of fairies.
Altogether having Lukas as an ally would be best for Arthur but that would be impossible at the moment. Or would it? Most likely it would.
Gods, why was Arthur so bad at making Friends? He only seemed to have arse-holes, magical creatures and anyone who kissed his feet.
Well fuck... Perfect Arthur; just fucking perfect... You have royally screwed your self over with this particular predicament.
The elf just sighed as he gaze upon the up coming hedgerow, signifying the Mountains borders. You could tell once you reached the mountain border. Automatically the air thinned, for some your ears popped. The plants and flowers became more sparse and the rivers were thin shallow streams full of the purest and crispest water. For that reason alone. (The water one). Arthur stopped the never ending journey at the side of a fiercely blue stream. When Arthur dismounted he looked into the amazing colour. Not so strangely the first thing that came to mind was the captains miracles for eyes.
Arthur sat next to the stream, sighing and day dreaming about his some what beloved captain. Why did he have to be the captain of the U.S.? Why not some human that just caught my eye in my escape? Then again i would not of heard that luscious voice, felt his heat or his warm breath. Gods! I want to see him again. I wish to talk to him again. Even more so, i wish to engage with him as in my cruel dreams.
Arthur sighed again. This time M.B. Picked up on it. Hopping onto Arthurs lap, looking onto his face. This was an emotion, Mint bunny had never seen before on Arthurs face. All the swooning and the longing lost eyes, bunny's gods! Was Arthur..? There Arthur in..? Dare they think it..? In love?..
"Arthur? Are you okay? Do you feel a little off?" mint bunny stared at the half responsive elf. Arthur nodded sheepishly. So he was listening... "Dose your chest hurt and you feel funny?" M.B. Added. Again the general nodded. "Arthur, have you met anyone new recently?". Again Arthur nodded. "do you like this person?" Arthur cocked his head to the side. Not a yes or a no then? M.B. added to the deduction. "Arthu-"
"*sigh* M.B.. I have met someone but it is complicated. He is probably another after my head. I do not even know if he returns my feelings... I dream of him mint bunny... I think of him... We met on bad terms but it would not work out anyway..." Arthur turned to look at Lancashire, who was grazing on the long grass. "i don't know how to handle this! I don't even know his name!" the elf shouted as he splashed the gentle flow of water.
Lancashire's head shot up, staring around the area for any signs of trouble. Her dark ears switched to many positions as she listened. They finish set straight forward, the same direction she was staring in, across the stream. Arthur noticed this, shooting his sights across the stream as well.
There stood a man.
An elf.
He too was blonde, his hair neat and silky looking. His big brown eyes settling on the odd trio. Arthur stood in a upright position. Hands on sword if needed and the day he'd been having, most likely.
The stranger waved his left arm, cupping the other his mouth, he then called "oh hey there! Are you okay? You look a little beat up. Do you need any help?".
Arthur froze. You are joking, i am only just inside the border and i have a offer of help? "Thank you for the offer, but i must decline at the moment". Arthur loosened his stature.
"Okay! So what you doing out here stranger?" his brown eyes widening in anticipation.
"Oh... I am... Looking for a place to stay!". He called back. I cannot tell him I'm being chased down by a bunch of mercenary's, sent by gods know who?..
"Maybe i can help! Oh, I'm Tino by the way". The other blond smiled.
"That is very kind of you Tino, but i must continue on". Arthur walked next to his Lancashire.
"Do you need directions mr..?".
"Arthur. And no i do not, thank you". Arthur said his name more quietly hoping it didn't carry in the air.
"Well okay mr Arthur. But if your ever passing through, just give me a ding. Bey mr Arthur!". Tino waved and smiled happily, turning away and back the direstion he came.
"I swear if he is just a recon for the next set if mercenary's, he's the first to go". Arthur said in a low growl. This particular problem had made his trust waiver alot.
"Arthur, we should move a little more in. There's a cabin near by that is abandoned". Mint bunny pulled on Arthurs finely embroidered sleeve.
"an abandoned cabin? How do you know of such a place M.B.?" Arthur raised a suspicious eyebrow at Mint bunny and there abandoned cabin.
"it's not so abandoned. I know fairies that live there, they'll let you stay for the night". Mint bunny said perkily at Arthur. He can be even more useful!
Arthur smiled softly, preparing to mount his Lancashire. "you are great M.B... I do not feel like i say it enough. Come on, you can direct me there".
"great! Follow me then!".
.o0O0o.
After following a well hidden trail and Mint bunny, Arthur found him self in aw as he gazed upon the beautiful clearing, of the meadow. It felt almost nostalgic just looking upon it. Have i been here before? The elf questioned as he came to an unmoving standstill.
It all seemed so very familiar. So quaint, peaceful... and if shared with someone you loved; Special? Who did Arthur love to share such a blessing of nature? Maybe love was too strong of a word? How about longed for or entranced by? How about his captain? If he returned the feeling in the mass valley of false hate, could Arthur hold him in his arms, cooing over him? Sharing delicate kisses, as fragile as the wings of the fairies Arthur called friends? Yes. That would be perfect. Arthur and his sweet loving captain.
Captain..? Buck up! Get over yourself. Stop pining for someone who could never love you. You are his enemy! His enemy gods damn it! Then why dose it feel so right to think of him that way? Because your going soft damn it! Just one bloody mortal has made you soft! No, no he has not. You just finished off about thirty odd mercenary's. You have not gone soft... What is it about you?.. You damn... damn...
Arthur sighed deeply still his gaze over the meadow. Mint bunny looked at their friend with concern. "Arthur...".
"M.B.?".
"Are you okay? Is something upsetting you? Do you want to talk about it?".
"i think this is out of the help of a Fey, Mint bunny". Arthur sighed again.
"Why don't we go say hi to the fairies and make plans?". The bunny of mint inquired.
"yes, maybe a suitable conversation will take my mind off things". Arthurs eyes never left the oddly familiar meadow.
"so i can't give suitable conversation?". M.B. huffed.
"ah, yes! Yes you can but at the moment you seem to be repeating something I don't want to speak about".
"oh...". Mint bunny looked away from Arthur with a slightly depressed expression. "sorry Arthur, I just thought maybe talking could help... Lets just go to the cabin. I think the fairies will be happy for a new guest".
"M.B. Don't be like that. I am glad you want to help me old friend, but you cannot help if I don't know the problem". Arthur gave a small smile as if it was forced or being retained.
"Then I'll help you too find the problem!". Mint bunny cheered. Mint Bunny flew to the door of the cabin, small back feet thumping rather loudly in a small rhythm.
"what's the password?". A quite voice whispered in a hush.
"a Blade of golden green". Mint bunny answered in a just as hushed tone.
The door cracked open at the frame, just the smallest bit. "Mint bunny! Hey everyone Mint bunny's back!". The door swung open, releasing a hurried whirlwind of fairies, all madly greeting Mint bunny, with "hey!", "hello!", "hi!" and "it's been too long!".
"hey guys, remember Arthur?". Mint bunny nuzzled a couple of fairies, then did a loop-de-loop over in Arthurs direction, smiling and waving towards Arthur.
"Arthurs here too?". One cried out.
"The prince is here!". Another threw thee toothpick length arms in the air.
"come in! We have food and water!".
"yes, come tell us what's happened in the past few years".
"and now!".
"why are you here?".
"ah, well... Long story". Arthur muttered begrudgingly.
"we have time for you Arthur, just like you always have for us". A small blond fairy came up too Arthur. Tapping out any crinkles in her tiny green dress.
"Tinker belle?". Arthur raised a thick brow.
The fairy smiled, "who else your highness, any lets go in! We have tea!".
"i could do with a cuppa... Yes, lets have a cup of tea, i think that will help my nerves". Arthur smiled back sincerely, dismounting Lancashire and slowly pondering to the battered front door of the "abandoned" cabin.
Inside was small and well kept for being abandoned, then again fairies lived there so that explained something's already. When Arthur came through the door, he was met by a soft looking amethyst rug beneath his feet. It was marvellous. Just like from his castle back home. It had intricate patterns involving leafs and vines, embroidered in silver, running along in box patterns. On the far end of the rug was a small dark table. A light white tablecloth cloaking the main surface of the tabletop. On said tabletop was a teapot fill with hot steaming water and a choice of natural herbs and flowers to use for the tea. Ranging from rosemary to actual roses. Arthur picked up the rose head, plucked a few lush petals dropping them into the boiling bath which was a teapot.
As the rose petal tea brewed, the fairies collected the china and acorn hats.
"So, Arthur? When did you get your blade back?". Tinker-belle asked as she hurriedly placed down the five acorn hats she was carrying.
"Almost a week ago actually". Arthur replied sheepishly as he continued watching the mixture brew.
"So you were ambushed then?". Asked another.
Mint bunny flew at this question, "sure did! Arthur took care of them all, but it is because of the fact he's back too full power... Have you guys got any leeds on who hired them?". Mint bunny store at them all with wide eyes and a inspecting look.
"yeah". One placed down the last acorn hat.
Tinker-belle took on the challenge along with another six others the fly the tea cup the size of all of them over to Arthur almost dropping it several times. After panting for a short while, Tinker-belle flew up to Arthurs high and practically screamed "It's Francis! Francis did it! He thinks your going to over throw him now you have back your sword!".
"Yeah, he doesn't want to loose his wealth and power!"
"and the way you can act around commoners, he feels like you will gather there support in no time!".
"And you have always been the elders favorite!".
Arthur looked stunned...
Francis? Francis did this? He sent the mercenary's after me... Francis is the king... He doesn't need to resort to such cheep and dirty ways to get me out of the way... Francis... Francis... That dirty beardy bastard wanted to kill me?! Me! The rightful king of there domain! That wanker will pay! That explain why he sent me out so early? Why didn't i see it sooner? The river kingdom?.. I am such a bloody fool! Gods damn it Arthur!
"I will kill that frog my self". Arthur growled, his teeth clenched together, grinding as he thought more and more about how his so called best friend that was not a fairy had tried what he did.
"Arthur calm down, your tea will become too strong if you don't pour it now". Mint bunny said in a soothing pitchy tone.
It was right though. "Tea... Yes... Calm my nerves...". Even in Arthurs blind rage, he was able to pour the tea with out a single quake pf his hand. It was like he had never been angry, had adrenaline coursing through his system.
Arthur finished pouring. The sun was setting, the elven general could feel the toll of his days activities creeping up on him. Don't get him wrong, this was normal thing for the elf. That was a daily occurrence for him, but that had stopped after that day, so long ago. Arthur took a seat in a very comfy armchair. It was in good condition considering the fairies would never use it.
The fairies all tapped hats and took down the contents of there drinks like beer to any other creature.
Oh wait! Rose tea... I have made a horde of fairies drunk... Bollocks! Arthur sighed before taking a strong intake of the teas aroma. Taking a sip of the warm liquid, Arthur slouched into the chair. He soon finished. Looking down on the hundreds of drunken, passed out fairies all around. Light weights... Arthur gave a small smile, before yawning his heart out. Soon after that, Arthur was asleep, forgetting his troubles of the day.
A/N: Le gasp! Francis did it! who would of known? well me, of cores and for the next chapter... Expect more dream scenes and hopefully Arthur and Alfred FINNALY meeting up... Or I will try to get that with in two chapters! So like any other update, Yours E-Liberty.