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hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:47 pm
hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:47 pm
Hetalia Kink meme part 15
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hetalia kink meme
part 15
hetalia kink meme
part 15
Ahh yeah that is the super duper delayed Christmas reveal for 2009 LOL...just found the time to finish it now...
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Blooded Bonds (5a/?)
(Anonymous) 2010-11-20 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)They were standing in a wood-dark room, ornate with heavy, maroon drapes, thick carpets underfoot, a sooty fireplace, sweet-smelling rushes scattered in the corners. It almost seemed like a social call, and if it wasn’t for the screaming coming through the window, and the smell of smoke soaking into their clothing, the three warriors would have felt glaringly out of place.
Reluctantly following their instructions, the Sponsor sent his guards out of the room before he began negotiations. Francis studied the man lazily as he began talking. A Prince he might be, but hardly the picture of a warmonger – pale, twitchy, trying to bluff his fear away through an overly-brusque front. Francis had seen people like this before, and it never failed to amuse him.
“As of course, we understand that your organization must have gold to pay tribute, but this particular village was … leaner than expected. It is unfortunate, of course, it is so hard to get good information these days and my people assured me that Bramble on Asly’s winter supplies would be considerable.” The Prince coughed, shifting his eyes away. "As it is, they have less than half in their stores than we expected. The women and children might sell well on the slave markets, but ..."
Francis paced the room slowly, stalking it like a panther claiming the space to himself. In response, the Prince seemed to shrink.
“Bad information…” Francis murmured, smiling vaguely, “Such a shame, as it has caused you to offer one hundred gold less than promised. Shame.” He stepped behind Gil’s chair, sliding his hand along her shoulder languidly. “Gil, dear, shall we have his nice man tell you their names?”
Gil looked up and smiled a sick parody of a smile, more directed at Francis than the Prince, but it made the man stumble backwards comically all the same.
“T-their names? Whose?”
“If you are impoverished at this moment, you could chose to sign yourself into debt with us. But I’m afraid that your body will have little use to “our organization”. Your children on the other hand …ah, Gil loves children,” Francis smirked, keeping his face straight even with Gil grinding his foot into the ground with the heel of her boot. From the corner, he heard Antonio snort.
It was one of the more popular common myths right now, that bleached women ate children or somesuch, because they themselves had no running blood in their bodies. Foolery, but it seemed to work. The prince began to tremble, his hands on the table curled weakly. “I…I…” He stuttered, glancing at Gil fearfully. “P-please do not misunderstand us! What I meant to clarify, was that although the village was somewhat less than expected, we can offer full payment. Of course.”
Outside the door came a banging noise. “You Highness! We have brought the Vara-“
“Not now,” The Prince called wearily. “Take him away!”
Antonio stood and opened the door before the soldiers had the chance to obey their orders. There were two men in the hall, their eyes widening as they beheld Antonio’s sudden, blood-smeared vestige, but the cinnamon-skinned man only had eyes for the boy strung between them.
Copper hair, brassy eyes closed in unconsciousness, a trickle of blood trickling down the corner of his mouth but he was still breathing slowly, painfully.
The Prince sputtered in the background, but nobody bothered to reply. Slowly, reverently, Antonio crouched down to peer at the boy’s face. It wasn’t delicate, nor beautiful. Perhaps, he held a coarse charm, skin a touch too dark to be fashionable, plump cheeks of childhood just melting into the lines he would wear as a man. His body was slim, unspooled on the ground.
Nothing special, Francis decided, but the way that Antonio was staring at the boy, even raised his hand to cup his cold cheek…
“Can I have him?” The axe-wielder asked, his voice warm and strange.
Blooded Bonds (5b/?)
(Anonymous) 2010-11-20 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)“What?” Gil interjected.
“I…no!” The Prince flailed, stepping forward hurriedly. “Ah, it's just that this... this boy is Lovino Vargas, the third heir of the Principality of Rheyland.” He laughed nervously. “He is necessary to me…if you’d like, I have some beautiful slave boys-“
“What will you do with him?” Antonio asked softly, turning from his position on the floor. Even though he was the one crouched, it was clear who was in control of this conversation. From his position by the door, Francis watched this exchange, amused.
“He will be slain as an example to any who oppose my annexation,” The Prince admitted, too flustered to try to obscure the truth. “G-Granted, he is merely a minor obstruction, but one must be thorough, after all. Surely you understand that?” He appealed to the knights, smiling weakly.
The sad thing was that Francis did understand. “Antonio,” He murmured softly.
Antonio gave one last, longing glance at the boy’s face. Then, “I still want him, as my part of the payment.”
“Of all the times to take a pleasure-slave!” Gil snapped. “You must be touched in the head!”
“Antonio, I really don’t think…”
“I will not ask again.” Antonio said quietly, but his gaze was iron, and as sharp as his axe blade. “Give this boy to me.”
It struck Francis, then, and he shot Gil a helpless look. She looked like she understood, as well, but she certainly didn’t like it. Antonio. He never ask for much, but when he did, he would get it. There was no argument here.
The Prince obviously did not understand. “I-I can’t give him to you! He is a threat to my reign!”
Antonio reached backwards and gripped the handle of the impossibly large, double-bladed axe, snapping of the leather straps that fastened it to his back. In a single, swift movement, he drew it and held it to the Prince’s nose. The room became very still.
“I said, that I will not ask again.” Antonio’s voice was quiet and humorless. Just a little bit of pressure on the axe handle and the blade cut forward, making a drop of blood trickle down the Prince’s nose. “Give me that boy.”
The Prince was frozen in position, mouth gaping open and closed like a fish. His guards seemed torn between protecting their leader and saving their own skins, standing stiffly in the hall, hands on their swords but not moving an inch.
Francis decided to diffuse the situation, entertaining as it was (it was rare that he got to see his dear friend so passionate, it was delicious). “I would be unopposed to setting up a compromise.” Smoothly, smoothly, “What would you say to that, Prince Hamilt?”
The Prince moved to nod his head before realizing that that would mean slicing his face open on the axe. Hurriedly, painfully, he cleared his throat, and, “Yes! Yes, anything…”
“Hear that, Antonio?” Francis’ voice warned. “No need for weapons.”
A heavy moment passed, then, with a reluctant twist of his wrist, Antonio swung the blade over his shoulder. Trembling, the Prince fell to his knees, cupping his nose with a soft cry.
The guards gave no resistance as Antonio tugged the limp body from between them and swung it up into his arms. Then he turned, a bright smile on his face. “Well, then, may we go?”
Francis smiled to himself. “We’ll be back when next the sun is high,” He addressed the Prince as Gil untangled herself from her chair and moved to join Antonio at the door. “Have the rest of the payment waiting for us.”
The Prince, still cupping his nose, nodded immediately.
As soon as they exited the building, Gil began muttering expletives under her breath. “What’d you think, Antonio?” She finally snapped. “That you’re some kind of Saint? We don’t save people and we don’t interfere. Aren’t you the one who taught me that?”
“Oh,” Antonio continued smiling, changing his hand position as the boy in his arms stirred. “I didn’t save him. Not at all.”
Re: Blooded Bonds (5b/?)
(Anonymous) 2010-11-21 03:39 am (UTC)(link)especially the nordics, fuckbut seriously, all of this is absolutely brilliant.And romano.
Super excited for updates :D Great fill anon! And definitely reads excellently, so no worries there :)
Re: Blooded Bonds (5b/?)
(Anonymous) 2010-11-21 03:53 am (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2010-11-21 04:04 am (UTC)(link)Really, words cannot express my adoration for this fill, anon. I think it's now my favourite on the entire meme.
Re: Blooded Bonds (5b/?)
(Anonymous) 2010-11-21 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)i can't wait to see what's next! <3 <3 <3
this is so amazing~
Re: Blooded Bonds (5b/?)
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