Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or any of the super epic characters, sorry... Warning PASTA mentioned.
CH 11: Duty To Become...
"You can be an idiot some times Alfred". The general chuckled lightly, arms wrapped around his human. Cheek resting on Alfred's off golden hair.
"But ya know ya love me". Alfred looked up to his elf with his large aquamarine orbs. Another one of his classical grins on his tanned face.
Arthur took in a breath nuzzling his pale face gently onto Alfred's head. "You have got me there". The general spoke softly as his embrace tightened ever so slightly.
Alfred lent back more onto the general, sighing contently. "I love you". He whispered, the grin faded to a simple curved line.
The knight then felt a soft stroke along his jaw, then a gentle pull so he faced his wondrous general. "I wanted to see your face". The elf smiled sweetly brushing Alfred's cheek with his velvety thumb.
Alfred smirked at the general. "Yeah, I was getting sick, looking just at the wall". Alfred flipped himself so he was straddling the elf, whose normally emerald eyes had turned into a much deeper shade of green.
"This is a much better sight". The elf smirked himself, his arms pulling Alfred closer to himself. The general's shoulders leaving the comfort of the large chair's arm. His long slim pale fingers finding there way to be mingled with Alfred's hair.
"Your being slow on purpose?". Alfred asked his brow arched and his lips curled.
"Hmm, only because you like it secretly". With that the general pressed his soft plush lips onto Alfred's smiling ones. Alfred greedily took them, pressing his harder onto the humming elf below.
After the pair became breathless, they pulled apart, panting ever so slightly. "Damn it, your right. I do like it". And so another of many passionate kisses began. There lips perfectly matching one another's. Alfred wanted more, carefully nibbled on the others lower swollen lip. The general allowing entry instantly, sliding his own tongue into the others mouth, exploring the oh so familiar cavern. Alfred commiting the same action to the other, groaning deeply enjoying the feel of the general inside his mouth. When Alfred decided enough exploring had been done he urged his general into a dance of tongues. Flickering and massaging each other, along side the moans and purrs of pleasure from the two. Alfred then went to dominate the kiss.
"Mph". The general erupted before he pulled away from Alfred, breathing heavily and flushed several shades deeper. "Alfred, come on".
That wasn't his voice! Alfred looked to the other still in a mess. "what?".
"Ve~ get up Al!". The general pushed alfred off.
"Alfred F Jones! Get the Maple up!". Then Alfred could only feel pain in his left cheek, closing his eyes at the pain,-
(.oO0Oo. Waking up time!)
-Then opening them again to see the rest of the fighting four, looking down at him with multiple looks. Elizaveta with an concern expression, Mathew with a murderous glint in his eyes and Feliciano with a not so innocent smile on his face.
"Ve~ Alfred had a sexy dream!". Cheered Feliciano as he patted Alfred on the shoulder then left to make pasta.
"Wha- I didn't!". Alfred face red, slightly from the waking slap he had just received and from the truthful accusation.
"Yeah you did Al! You were making those noises so loudly it woke me and Liza!". Mathew nearly screamed. Mathew didn't sleep so well, being nervous of the quest and he had only just gotten to sleep when Alfred started to speak and fidget.
Elizaveta on the other hand had no problem falling asleep and Alfred making noise just made her worried about him when she woke because he could of easily had a curse placed on him while they slept or worse he could of been poisoned and the effects were taking place then. (She may of read to many novels). "You okay Al? No pain in your stomach or fuzzy feeling in your head?". She asked, leaning over him slightly.
"Liza I'm not hung-over and I didn't have a 'sexy dream'! And who hit me?!". Alfred was suddenly in one of his very rare rages. Mathews eyes went to Liza who looked away from Alfred nervously. "Liza?". He asked in a half pissed half can't be arsed sort of way.
Elizaveta took a breath and faced Alfred. "It was to make sure you weren't cursed and stuff! I swear! The best way to check for mind control or hypnosis is to see if the body reacts to pain, I would never-". She cut her self short on that one. There had been many a time where she had hit/ beat people; so unless she wanted to be known as a hypocrite she stopped there.
Alfred and Mathew both gave Elizaveta 'The look', to which she made a 180° and high tailed it to where ever Feliciano and his pasta may of dwelled.
Silence fell on the two brothers when Liza's presence ceased. It ended when Alfred let out an exaggerated sighed. "Mattie, what do ya want?". The blue clashing with amethyst.
"Al, I want to go-". KNOCK KNOCK!
Mathew froze, his wide eyes shocked soon conjuring to a storm of impossible anger. "Hey! It's Vash, got the armor you guys wanted".
The door creaked open, then a splintering scream engulfed the eardrums of all those in Rams-Gate that could hear. Alfred was out of bed, shoving passed Mathew and at the front door with his sword drawn at the ready. "What's happening?!".
And there was the expected sight, Elizaveta had ran to her box and was throwing the armor on her self practically drooling at the shine.
"Gods damn! Maybe you should think about making her mute". Vash grumbled, rubbing his poor, directly screamed into ears.
"Yeah, I'm thinking 'bout that my self". Alfred sheathed his sword, only to draw it seconds later when another even more girly ear splitting scream engulfed the- you get the picture. "What's wrong now?!". Alfred had charged back into the building.
There, on the unstable oak floor boards was Feliciano laying down in the depth of depression wailing loudly as humanly possible. On his side was Mathew, patting his back and cooing: "There there Feli, it'll be alright. We'll get you more pasta".
"But- But, i-it won't be like the stuff from home!". He cried, rolling to face away from the group. "ve~! ve~! VEEEEEE!". Feliciano started to have a hissy fit, pounding the floor with his dainty fists, splashing the tear puddle beneath him.
"Why don't ya try something else? We're travelling so they'll be lots of new food- I'M HUNGRY! Lets get the new armor on! Then look for food!". There 'heroic' leader declared. His team not looking to happy about the idea.
"Try something else?! Ve~ that's like asking you not to eat meat!". Feliciano threw his arms in the air, trying to enlarge the statement.
"Feli, if you don't eat you'll starve". Elizaveta patted the wailing man on the back, shoving past Mathew with several pieces of shiny new armor: a gauntlet (the other already on), chain mail and a slightly larger chest plate (You get why) under her left arm.
Alfred watched the other three and there pasta campaign shacking his head. 'Pasta... Where do you find pasta?..' Alfred thought hard, to then be distracted by Vash scraping the new armour in there crates along the floor, leaving some scuff marks but nothing a little varnish wouldn't cure. 'Wait! Vash!'. Alfred pleased with his sudden thought walked over to the hard working Vash, picking up a crate and depositing it with the couple others already there. "Hey Vash". Alfred said subtly.
Vash looked to him with a semi glare, his fringe sticking to his forehead by sweat. "Yes?". He answered plainly.
"Do ya know any good eats in the city? I ask cause Lily has the bakery and cause you're her bro I thought ya might know". Alfred gave his fall back grin and waited for Vash's reply.
It took Vash a moment to decipher Alfred's words but gave a simple response. "No".
Alfred dropped his grin and cocked his head to the side. "Ya don't?". The captain furrowed his brows in confusion.
Vash sighed and rolled his eyes. "We don't have 'good eats' in Rams-Gate, not since the sea elves sent the dragon to starve us out". Vash eyes seemed to travel to a picture on the wall. Alfred followed the line of sight to see it also. It was a painting of many buildings on fire, with a great golden dragon perched on the cathedrals steeple, gazing down to the city in flames and people running.
"I heard about that, I was 'bout five at the time". Alfred frowned.
"I was six, Lily was three". Vash sighed. "The dragon came from nowhere, burning all the crops then attacking the main city. It set fire to as much as it could then watched the city burn for four days then returned to it's vile dwelling in the copper cliff side". A sudden anger shot through Vash's eyes. "That's why we don't have 'good eats'". With a regretful sigh Vash calmed him self then looked up to Alfred with a neutral expression. "The best you'll get is in Lily's bakery. Then the next best place would be in the River kingdom, just don't trust the elves". The blacksmith gave a swift nod then left.
Alfred held his breath listening to Vash's tale. When he left Alfred let go. Things like the dragon attack were reasons Alfred joined the guard, then worked his way through the rankings. It was his dream, no duty to become a hero of this land. Alfred waited for a few minutes before ogling the super shiny new armour for him self. Equipping it with no effort then admiring himself in it's glowing glory. In a moment of loss and sorrow turning into a parade of new material objects, The U.S. captain forgot about his not so merry band of men, plus woman. That thought dawned on him when his gaze into the reflection saw the doorway with there shadows moving and there voices muffled. He quickly shot out the room down to the other three, once again announcing himself with "I think were going to the bakery for food guys".
(TIME SKIP- WITH BACK EXSPLONATION)
When Alfred entered the room, Elizaveta some how was fully equipped in her armour. Practically skipping around in it, in her happy little world. Mathew was sat next to Feliciano who was still in masses of tears crying into Mathews now drenched badge shirt. Alfred instructed Mathew and Feliciano to get there armour on quick or they'll be walking to the River kingdom. The two complied with no audible argument. Mathew did happen to mutter to himself, obviously nothing positive coming from the baker as he trudged to the room with the armour in.
It took about an hour for the less qualified members of the fighting four to come back clad in there armour. Mathew had to admit he did look good in it, but Alfred dismissed it with, "That's cause you look like me bro!". To which Mathew couldn't decide weather to cry at or take as a sort of compliment. Feliciano could only just raise his arms with his on, but when Elizaveta reminded him of the chance of pasta somewhere he was out the door faster then it took Mathew to down his pancakes or maple flavoured bread buns. The sudden exit of the inn caused the overall exit of the city, not before they bought some baked goodies from Lily, leaving with many "thank you's" and "have a good life", along side a "dose that come in maple flavour?".
Assured the four had enough food, water and equipment (too late for the pasta). They headed out on there quest again.
They made it out to be about ten-ish when they left the amazing gates, estimating them reaching The centre of the River kingdom with in four hours. That would be without breaks and in canter the whole way. Make that six hours, so Four o'clock. Maybe.
Now it was about two in the afternoon and the fighting four were going strong, or at least is what it looked like to the untrained eye. "Ve~ Hic Ve~". Feliciano sobbed, his head hung low, as was his curl.
"Come on Feli! Cheer up! Were on a quest, ya meant ta be adventurous nd stuff!". Alfred cheered, changing speed to trot next to the weeping, mourning, pasta loving idiot.
"Ve~ *sniff* True, a quest! I'm on a quest! I need to get over Pasta! Pasta won't save my life! Ve~ I need to be brave!". Feliciano cleared his lidded eyes from tears, to put on his best smile. But inside was more like. 'Ve~ did I just say that! Ve~'. "I want pasta". He groaned quietly, rubbing his stomach that was going through a very bad withdrawal.
"Feli, I think you should try concentrate on something else, like... erm...". Mathew looked around the area seeing nothing that could be used as a good distraction. There was the dirt road, that dimpled in some places, 'He wouldn't be interested in dirt'. The flowers on the edges of the road, 'Not to colourful like the ones back home'. He looked up to the blue sky, not a cloud in sight. Mathew gave up with a sigh. "I got-"
"Sing for us Feliciano~". Elizaveta sung herself, Interrupting Mathew, like normal.
"Ve~ Sing? Si, I'll sing! Grandpa and Lovi always loved this one. Eh hem. Hey hey papa, could I have some wine! Hey hey mama, hey hey mama! I can't forget the taste, Of the bolognese I ate before! Draw a circle, that's the Earth! Draw a circle, that's the Earth! Draw a circle, that's the Earth! I'm Hetalia! Draw a circle, there's Earth! Looking closely, there's Earth! Or maybe it's Earth? I'm Hetalia! Ah, a fabulous world, That can be seen with a swipe of a paintbrush, Let's have a toast with our boots! Hetalia!~". Feliciano giggled to the song, to which Elizaveta applauded and clapped to.
"Yay! Well done Feli, that was lovely". Elizaveta smiled sweetly, only just holding onto the rains of her horse.
Alfred and Mathew on the other hand just gave each other a look, shrugged and clapped too. Feliciano, kept singing all the way to the ferry crossing where Alfred had to put a sock in Feli's mouth to shut him up. While having to explain them self to the guards at the same time. The questioning was quick when one of the gate watchers recognised Alfred as the heroic human that saved there kings life twice, letting them all in with smiles and bows as they entered the busy city.
"Alright guys, were here now, In the royal city. Heavens-Guard. Behave". Alfred waved his finger as he dismounted his horse.
"Ve~ I won't sing". Feliciano offered.
"Good. Liza, don't be crazy kay? And Mattie" Alfred looked to his brother and saluted. "Just do what ya do". He smiled then walked off leading his horse.
"What... is he playing at?". Mathew asked, clearly ignored by Elizaveta and Feliciano as they followed Alfred down the cramped street. "Wait...". He followed speedily.
Alfred wove through the waves of commotion or people of the city. Most gave him negative looks while the few who knew who he was bowed, giving way. It was like that as he made his way up the street, with higher altitude in the direction of the castle. Reaching another set off gates. This time they were plated in gold, with gold leaf filigree. The guards around the castle grounds were dressed in cyan silk, along with silver plates as more decretive armour. Alfred joyful to finally see the gates, tried not to skip up there, making his presence known to those guarding.
"Halt! Who are you and what is your business with the castle?". Asked the head of the guard.
"I'm Alfred F Jones, Captain of the celestial kingdoms unit star". The captain grinned, standing to attention and then saluting.
The guards returned the salute them selves. "Captain, what brings you to our kingdom?". The head asked again.
"Well I'm here to see King Roderick, I need to speak with him 'bout something". Alfred smiled to them, then looked behind to see if the others had yet made it up the elf made hill.
"I am sure you can enter sir, just give us a moment". With that the head nodded to another rather butch looking guard who stood by a leaver, on which the butch one pulled down, setting a bunch of cogs and wheels in motion, opening the golden gate like it was the gate to heaven.
'Hey maybe that's where the city gets its name'. Alfred nodded to himself, rubbing his chin with his blood red under glove.
"You may enter Captain". The head jested to the opening.
"Thanks man, but I'm waiting on the rest of my posse". Alfred looked back, seeing Liza emerge with frying pan in hand. "Yo Liza! Where's the other two?!". He cried, causing the guards to jitter, then return back to there emotionless masks.
"There here!". Elizaveta had Mathews and Feliciano's horses tied to her own, as they sat on them, looking as embarrassed, Mathew as they could with his helmet on.
"Come on guys we can go see King Roderick now". Alfred turned tugging his horse but was stopped by the guards again.
"Your horses are not permitted beyond this point, if you want my men can take them to the stable for you to collect on you leave?". The head (Who needs a better starter) asked (again) pointing to some of the men around.
"That would be great man, thanks. If ya guys need ta they can ride mine round, same for the others too, just be careful of the mare, she can be a bit of a handful". With that Alfred handed the rains to one of the many guys keeping watch before walking into heavens garden and on going to the doors. Elizaveta grudgingly handed over hers then made a B-line to Alfred. Mathew and Feliciano copying Liza on the nose.
When the four stood proudly together the doors were opened for them to waltz into the main lobby, where at the top of the stairs sat a man, playing the piano. It was a mesmerising tune that took the four by storm, applauding even more vigorously then when Feli had sung. When he finished he closed it up, then glided down the stairs to stand before the ragtag group. Mathew almost felt unworthy of his gracious presence. "Alfred? What brings you to my kingdom?".
A/N: Hey chapter 11! Yay! I'm sorry it took so long, it's just been a wacky month honestly. The second week I had to work at my aunt and uncles B&B all week none stop, to tired to think of this! Then get ready for a holiday I only just found out about (BTW MUM NOT COOL!). Then spend a week up in Northumbria/ Scotland! Had no signal to put any of the story on my saved documents (WHY NO WIFI? WHY?!). Then this week I've been writing like a mad man (Or girl with a chainsaw) between working at the B&B again! AHHHHHH! Oh yeah, I wrote so much I'm splitting this chapter into two, so it will over lapse a little at the beginning sorry. Yours E-Liberty.