Hetalia kink meme part 23
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part 23
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That was when the first stirrings of the rage began to bubble up. What, does he think I’m so stupid as to have forgotten already?
It was an irrational thought and he recognized it distantly as such; that didn’t calm him though. He had to fight not to bare his teeth as his lover crept closer. He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing, not quite managing anything more than a ragged staccato.
Arthur’s hand on the dome of his head should have been a comfort, and for moment it was. Deep beneath the pain and boiling emotions, the human part of him sighed in relief that Arthur could manage to touch him without betraying revulsion. Alfred was no looker at this point, not if he looked anything like the thing from the Accident; at a distance he could past for big wolf or a small, mangy bear, but up close a werewolf was no beauty queen. It was shallow, but Alfred had always been a little vain about his good looks. Now look at him. It was like someone had some sick, twisted wish to lay him low.
The hand against his brow was warm, but incredibly distracting once it slowly glided over the surface of his head. Arthur had repeated the motions a few times before it occurred to Alfred what was going on.
Arthur was petting him.
That was the exact moment those bubbling emotions surged up like a tsunami, bathing Alfred’s existence in rage.
Arthur was petting him like a fucking dog. Like he was a pet, a dumb beast, like some damn Pomeranian.
Alfred damn near lost it then; for a moment, he would have to honestly-and with great shame-admit that he was so enraged, he truly forgot who and what he was and nearly became that monster that had attacked him before.
It was Arthur’s sharp gasp of fear that snapped him to, a sliver of pure ice that cut through to his core, stopping him in an instant. His jaw wasn’t yet wrapped around Arthur’s hand, but his teeth were still open to bite down. Stunned, he let his mouth hang open while Arthur jerked the hand back.
Oh God, the truly human part of him thought, I nearly bit Arthur. I almost turned him into-this.
The realization left him literally reeling; his emotions plunged at a dizzying rate and Alfred lost himself to the despair for a moment. He threw his head back and howled a lonesome, heartbroken cry, ignoring the pain to try and fling himself into the corner. Just as long as it was away from Arthur.
Arthur, whom he loved, whom he tried to turn into a monster.
Monster, monster! A voice jeered. Like you-a monster!
Had Alfred still been man, he would have broken down weeping. Instead, all he could do was cower in his corner. He never knew despair until that moment, had never ever wanted to hurt himself until then. He was a monster, some rabid beast who had tried to hurt Arthur.
Monster, monster!
He whimpered and pressed his face to the wall; he deserved this pain, he decided. Better himself than Arthur at any rate.
Monster.
“Alfred?”
Arthur’s voice, rough and quiet, managed to reach him. Instead of comforting him, he only winced in horror and tried to tuck himself further in the corner.
“Alfred, look at me,” he commanded. Alfred’s shame was too great, but Arthur was not deterred. There was a shuffling as he crept over to him, a hesitant pause at his side before he crawled up to Alfred’s head. “Alfred, love, look at me.”
It was the pet name rather than the command that caused him to look; when he did, he found Arthur sternly staring at him, hand edging toward him. A heady spike of fear shot through Alfred and he whimpered again, turning away.
There was a warm touch against his shoulder-when he looked up, Arthur caught his face between his hands. Alfred nearly jerked away, shying away hard, but Arthur’s grasp was firm against his snout. “Alfred,” he nearly pleaded (nearly because Arthur did not plead, nor did any other form of begging), trying to catch Alfred’s eye. “Alfred, git, listen!”
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“Alfred, it’s all right-you’re all right. I-I am all right,” he added, voice firm.
Oh, yes, Arthur was alright for the moment, but that was no thanks to Alfred; Alfred failed to bite back a whimper at the ugly thought and pulled his head from Arthur’s hands. Before he could bury it beneath his paws, Arthur’s hands caught his face once more, pulling it back up so they were facing each other once more.
“Don’t do that, Alfred. Everything will be all right. Just-just focus on me. Can you do that, Alfred?” he asked, their gazes finally locking. The feral, animal part of Alfred sneered at the held gaze, taking it as a challenge for dominance; fighting down the urge to attack his lover, Alfred closed his eyes and moved his head to gently butt against his Arthur’s chest. He wished he had hands again so he could grip the fabric of Arthur’s shirt between his fingers; instead he could only bury his face against Arthur’s shoulder and whine.
Arthur’s arms carefully wound around his shoulders, tucking him in closer to him. “There, my love. Hush now. Everything will be alright.”
Alfred sighed and closed his eyes, knowing he would have to wait until tomorrow night when the full moon waned into a gibbous and returned him to his humanity. Arthur would wait with him until then, holding and comforting him until the dawn.
It wasn’t much, but in the end, perhaps it would be all right. All they could do was wait.
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Thank you, anon, this is exactly what I wanted.<3
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