It was nothing more than a filthy, run-down manor house, which had been out of use of years. Alfred practically ran for the front door, ignoring Francis’ cries of ‘Wait, you stupid idiot!’ and Kiku’s attempts to hold him back.
As if they had time for a strategy! As if they had the luxury to sit around drawing maps or the area and dividing into task forces! He was a hero and a hero did not wait in the face of danger! Besides, it was Arthur. Arthur needed him.
XX
“What’s going on?”
Arthur felt a little of his awareness come back when the person, who had previous been rather enthusiastically forcing his cock up him, suddenly drew out. He heard incoherent shouts and the sound of footsteps. What was going on?
Whatever. He had no more care. The numbness had worn off and his whole body was now aching. Whatever. He sighed. Whatever. He just wanted to sleep.
XX
They broke in to the manor house rather successfully. Despite the fact that Alfred had tripped security in his mad dash for the front door, despite the fact that Francis could not aim a gun to save his life, they had already captured most of its occupants and were swiftly making their way to the back of the manor.
Ludwig emerged from the right wing, wiping the dust off of his gloved hands. “That’s all of them I think,” he sighed.
“Then Arthur is - ”
“Don’t jump the gun, mon ami, he will be here somewhere,” Francis laid a hand on his shoulder.
Alfred batted him away. All this wasted time was making him irritable. He wanted to beat the crap out of these so called pirates – he wanted to snort at that title. He remembered the stories Francis told hm of Arthur’s days on the high seas. They were nothing like that. – but the urge to find Arthur first was quickly overriding every sense in his body.
Without waiting, he turned on his heel and ran through the manor.
“Mon Dieu!” he heard Francis swear as he pursued him. Alfred raced further ahead, his eyes widening upon the sight of a set of crooked double doors.
Without slowing his pace, he barrelled into them, crying; “Arthur? Hey, Arthur? You in here?”
Francis’ footsteps came to a sudden halt behind him. Alfred was not concentrating on Francis though; he was more occupied with what lay in front of him.
Arthur lay naked, covered in blood and cum, piss, alcohol, dirt and all manner of disgusting things. It was a mess, it was horrifying, it – it –
“A – Arthur?” Words failed. Alfred soon found himself stepping forward tentatively, swallowing around the hard lump which had suddenly formed in his throat. At first, he was so afraid that the nation was dead that he dared not breathe. Those eyes were open but dull and unseeing and, as Alfred slowly bent down to pick him up, Arthur’s head rolled uselessly to a side.
Alfred’s entire body was shaking. Oh dear God, what had happened here? A trembling hand pushed back dirty, sweat-stained strands of sandy hair. Arthur’s blood seeped into his clothes but a wave of relief more palpable than Alfred imagined washed over him when he realised his heart was slowly but surely beating in his chest.
However, as soon as relief came, it was replaced by a crashing tide of anger. He was going to fucking kill those men! Who cared what his boss said? He’d kick Ludwig in the nuts if he tried to stop him too! He was going to rip apart their stupid limbs and feed their dicks to the dogs!
His grip on Arthur tightened. Francis said nothing when he carried him out of the room with him, his face striking an oddly solemn picture. He did not attempt to stop the American. Maybe he had enough sense to wait for the storm to calm.
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As if they had time for a strategy! As if they had the luxury to sit around drawing maps or the area and dividing into task forces! He was a hero and a hero did not wait in the face of danger! Besides, it was Arthur. Arthur needed him.
XX
“What’s going on?”
Arthur felt a little of his awareness come back when the person, who had previous been rather enthusiastically forcing his cock up him, suddenly drew out. He heard incoherent shouts and the sound of footsteps. What was going on?
Whatever. He had no more care. The numbness had worn off and his whole body was now aching. Whatever. He sighed. Whatever. He just wanted to sleep.
XX
They broke in to the manor house rather successfully. Despite the fact that Alfred had tripped security in his mad dash for the front door, despite the fact that Francis could not aim a gun to save his life, they had already captured most of its occupants and were swiftly making their way to the back of the manor.
Ludwig emerged from the right wing, wiping the dust off of his gloved hands. “That’s all of them I think,” he sighed.
“Then Arthur is - ”
“Don’t jump the gun, mon ami, he will be here somewhere,” Francis laid a hand on his shoulder.
Alfred batted him away. All this wasted time was making him irritable. He wanted to beat the crap out of these so called pirates – he wanted to snort at that title. He remembered the stories Francis told hm of Arthur’s days on the high seas. They were nothing like that. – but the urge to find Arthur first was quickly overriding every sense in his body.
Without waiting, he turned on his heel and ran through the manor.
“Mon Dieu!” he heard Francis swear as he pursued him. Alfred raced further ahead, his eyes widening upon the sight of a set of crooked double doors.
Without slowing his pace, he barrelled into them, crying; “Arthur? Hey, Arthur? You in here?”
Francis’ footsteps came to a sudden halt behind him. Alfred was not concentrating on Francis though; he was more occupied with what lay in front of him.
Arthur lay naked, covered in blood and cum, piss, alcohol, dirt and all manner of disgusting things. It was a mess, it was horrifying, it – it –
“A – Arthur?” Words failed. Alfred soon found himself stepping forward tentatively, swallowing around the hard lump which had suddenly formed in his throat. At first, he was so afraid that the nation was dead that he dared not breathe. Those eyes were open but dull and unseeing and, as Alfred slowly bent down to pick him up, Arthur’s head rolled uselessly to a side.
Alfred’s entire body was shaking. Oh dear God, what had happened here? A trembling hand pushed back dirty, sweat-stained strands of sandy hair. Arthur’s blood seeped into his clothes but a wave of relief more palpable than Alfred imagined washed over him when he realised his heart was slowly but surely beating in his chest.
However, as soon as relief came, it was replaced by a crashing tide of anger. He was going to fucking kill those men! Who cared what his boss said? He’d kick Ludwig in the nuts if he tried to stop him too! He was going to rip apart their stupid limbs and feed their dicks to the dogs!
His grip on Arthur tightened. Francis said nothing when he carried him out of the room with him, his face striking an oddly solemn picture. He did not attempt to stop the American. Maybe he had enough sense to wait for the storm to calm.
XX