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It was such a beautiful day, Arthur had awoken to the sounds of birds chirping and the sun was shining. He decided to tend to his garden, the roses would need watering on a warm day like this and he would need to get rid of all the accumulating weeds. Arthur lazily opened his emerald eyes to find Francis and Alfred in his bed. Alfred was sprawled across his chest and Francis had wound his arms around his waist pulling him as close as possible; it never was close enough for Francis's liking "shh Anglettere... It's too early non? Just rest mon amour…"
"What the fuck are you bloody wankers doing in my room! Get out!" he roared, throwing them out and slamming the door with a loud bang, waking up all the other sleeping nations and causing many of the nations to plan a painful death for the trespassers. Lovino wanted to decapitate them- it was Arthur's signature method after all- they all had one.
For Alfred; that morning was perfect. He had slept in Arthur's bed and tasted Arthurs cooking. For Francis however, he was displeased with the rude awakening but once he realised where he was- it was totally worth the other nations glares as he sat in the extravagant Tudor style dining room for "tea time" as his Mon petite lapin had called it. Honestly, Arthur never changed. It was an odd crowd, Arthur had refused to cook for a couple of the nations and others refused to be `poisoned` but truthfully his food wasn't that bad as long as he didn't stop to chat with flying mint bunny or burn the cursed male from Republic and Scotland.
The people at the table weren't the ones you would expect; Herakles was sleeping beside Kiku who was reading. Australia, New Zealand, Yao and Leon were arguing with Alfred and France and Romania had skulked off to talk to England. Lovino was sat next to his annoying brother who was wittering away without an audience while Iceland, Denmark and Alana where having their own little conversation a million miles away from everyone else.
In the kitchen….
"So what is it that has managed to spook the Great British Empire and King of the seas?" teased Romania wrapping his arms around Arhtur from behind and running his fangs along his pale neck. Arhtur just sighed and didn't even try to push him off; this was a regular occurrence and Romania liked to scare people. "The ones we are up against… they are stronger than anyone cares to believe; Jack shot north. Jack- oh God what am I going to do?" he whispered dropping everything and placing his head in his hands.
"What is it about this Ripper boy that gets you so worked up- is it because he killed your little spy ring or because you were the one who taught him how to kill?" asked Romania gently ruffling his golden hair, Arthur was shaking- actually shaking from was it fear, no not fear; guilt maybe even remorse? Romania didn't know, all he did know was it terrified him someone so strong could be so weak in the face of a mere human.
That's when it clicked; "Jack the Ripper isn't a mortal at all is he Arturo? I think we deserve an explanation Young Master." came Lovino's voice from the doorway. "You are correct Lovino, Jack isn't human. He is a Warrior- a representative of a certain aspect of my nature; just like Jeanne d'Arc and St Patrick, they represented their countries faith but they started out as humans. I had Sir Isaac Newton and William Shakespeare God the things Will did for my language, We shall always remember the physical embodiments of a country's nature; care for a history lesson?"
They ate breakfast in a hurried silence, they wanted to hear the stories; even Greece was wide awake and sober but he had heard it all before. His mother had explained it to him and later told Northern Ireland but that's another story. Alfred didn't understand at all. Why where humans representing the nature of their nations? He understood they carried some of their homes traits but a proper physical embodiment? It just made his head spin. All of the nations joined Arthur in the dining room and waited patiently for the blonde to speak.
"Right, where to begin?" mused Arthur "best start from the very beginning - Egypt or Antarctica." advised Greece and Arhtur nodded thoughtfully. "It all started when Ancient Egypt's higher and lower kingdoms were united by a man called Menes who became Pharaoh. Ancient Egypt found himself strangely drawn to this man; almost as if he was in love with him but it was more than that. Menes was the representation of his need for peace. Next was Ancient Greece, she had many representatives such as Aristotle and other philosophers representing her thirst for knowledge and Herakles- or as we know him Hercules, he was her warrior part escaping her self-limitations. Any questions?"
"Why do we have these embodiments, what's their REAL purpose?" asked Australia and England gave his son a tired smile "to prevent ourselves from going insane and to solve issues we know need resolving. It's as if a part of us is accepted by a human and they try to achieve our goal… do you get it now?" The room fell silent and Denmark realised something "so… that's why you're worked up huh? Jack the Ripper is one of your physical embodiments?" Arthur smiled bitterly "that is correct, Jack accepted my yearning for my past- my pirate and violent side but his mind was weak. I know of many others who would have been more capable and proved that they were. Edgar Allen Poe took my grief and remorse, William Shakespeare and Isaac Newton where just two who accepted my thirst for knowledge. I thought better of Jack- I didn't choose to give any of them a part of me but they got one anyway."
Lovino suddenly understood and he didn't want to admit it but Arthur's wild side made him hard and he wanted Arhtur to be his wild lover. His… his and his alone God he sex they could have.
He would tie Arthur up, he would give him a safe word and prepare him with lots of wonderful toys… he'd start small- with a vibrator but then he would move on to something bigger like ice cubes in his ass and whipping him, marking his pure whit back that was sinfully pale but not as sinful as his tight arse, then- finally he would take him; it had to be rough after all of Arthurs delicious teasing. "Ve~ Fratello you're doing it again!" giggled Feliciano "Shut it bastard, great you just ruined my mood" grumbled Lovino.
"Hey Lovino, are you alright? You must have been daydreaming" asked Arthur with worry filled enchanting emerald eyes, he put his hand to Lovino's forehead "well you don't have a temperature but you should probably lie down." Lovino suddenly noticed the golden flecks in Arthur's eyes and how gracefully he moved"
Yeah... I'll do that bastardo I think that time difference thing is messing with my shit." Lovino finally managed to say. Why did he have to be so rude when Arthur was being so cute? God he felt like smacking his head against a brick wall… but Arhtur didn't seem to mind? "All right if that's all it is… just take some medicine and drink a lot of water as well as have a good rest, good night Lovino."