Hetalia kink meme part 23
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He got to the capital on both a good and bad day. It was Alfred's 16th birthday so the streets were jammed with people and the sky and streets were littered with streamers, balloons, confetti and banners in celebration. He had elbowed his way through the crowd and then climbed up a lantern pole to get a better view. When Alfred at last appeared, waving and smiling though there was some sadness in his eyes, he felt a sudden pang in his heart and the blood rush to his cheeks.
He would later realize that in that moment that he had fallen in love.
He had perched up on top of the pole until he could no longer see the royal train and then shimmied down and did his best to follow it all the way up to the palace. After being barred entrance at the gate, he snuck around up the old servant's path to the stables. The older stable hands didn't recognize him at first, so covered was he in dirt and grim from the road and alcohol from those celebrating on the road but when they did, they offered him some clean clothes and walked with him to the lake (the usual quick wash from the trough wasn't going to cut it this time).
While there, they filled him in on all that had passed since their ship vanished, on who had gotten married, who had kids, who died. The usual palace gossip but he really only had ears for when Alfred was mentioned.
Clean now with a proper set of clothes, his hair cut and clean shaven; he went and presented himself to the Steward explaining his fantastic story and asking for his job back.
Erik, a man from the Norse territories, had been a close friend of his Ma's and upon the confirmation of her death, he embraced him and immediately agreed. That night there had been an enormous party as both a welcome home and also a wake for the old stablemaster. After that things were surprisingly routine and all that was missing from the old days was Alfred coming to disrupt his work. It was all he was waiting for really. As the man close to the bottom of society's hierarchy he would either have to ask an audience with the Prince (which he couldn't do as he needed a legitimate reason to) or wait for the King-to-be to come to him.
After a week, he found out that upon finding about their disappearance, Alfred stopped riding and would only mount a horse when required to, like for the parade. So he then resorted to hanging around some of their old favourite places and kept trying to gain the Prince's attention but only ended up watching from afar, the boy's blue eyes never straying to his own.
It was four months after his return that he realized his feelings were beyond friendship and was instead completely besotted, something that could have no future. As, unless he was lucky enough to be picked as Queen, his love would be unrequited at best and at worst, he would be interfering in the necessary bond between King and Queen. His chances of being picked were nigh impossible. After all, he was one poor orphan out of Spades population of close to a million, what were the odds? The options left to him only led to what would be a long road of heartache and misery or he needed to leave.
So after a long talk with Erik (who had become something of a confidant to him) in which he had admitted his feelings and explained his need to get away, he joined the army and quickly rose in the ranks to become a member of the cavalry, then an officer all the while trying to forget, to fall out of love.
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It was just after a campaign against Diamonds - the damn frog of a King having decided he wanted to have a part of Acadia in the West - and the treaty had been signed that they heard the news of the old Queen and Jack's death.
He didn't think much of it, he sat and wrote a letter expressing his condolences to Alfred, adding to the stack of unsent but went about his routine as normal. It was in sparring practice that his world was turned upside down; it had been a hot day and he had always made a point of going toe to toe with some of the best fighters they had, so after the second fight, he had taken of his shirt. Next thing he knew everyone was bowing and freaking out around him as on his shoulder blade, right by his spine, the Queen's mark sat etched into his skin, complete with sword and rose.
It was almost surreal to be lying here in this too-soft bed watching as the sun illuminated the boy he had loved... well, ever since they were little really. He reached out a gentle hand to trace the other's body, as if to make sure he was really there.
He could only hope Alfred would be happy to see him too.
Mathias - Denmark
Erik - Norway
Aadya - India
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Can't wait for them to see eye to eye, so to say.
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I wonder if Al will mind at all that it's so obvious Arthur isn't a virgin? I have to admit, the "Alfred's a virgin, Arthur's experienced and guides him into the world of physical love" thing crops up fairly often, though not many where Arthur had feelings for Alfred even while sleeping with others. And I always feel it's vaguely unfair - like Al's life will always be a little less well-rounded - that his partner has experiences other than Al, but Al himself will never have that.
Unless...he is the king after all. Royal mistresses are not at all unusual. Dare I hope?
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Alfred and Arthur both had opportunities to sleep around - Alfred was a Prince, is handsome, smart, etc. he could have charmed anyone really if he chose to. I'm not going to go into this in the story but he chose not to, not to 'save' himself but because no one ever felt right and he was too busy.
Arthur fell in love with someone he thought he couldn't have - like if you fell in love with someone who was married - and his solution was to distance himself and tried to find love elsewhere, ending up losing his virginity.
That isn't to say one is right and one is wrong but both made choices because of what they felt at the time - do either of them look back and regret it? Maybe. But that's life, you do your best as you go and muddle your way through it - I wasn't trying to make it like a faerie tale.
Though to be quiet honest if both of them had never had sex that would be one very awkward and short scene to write as neither would really have an idea of what to do and wouldn't have stamina and Al who was bottoming would've likely ended up in pain. When I researched this, I found a page where a gay man posted his comments on the inaccurate parts of fandom and one of his biggest points was that (to sum up) two virgins in bed is one virgin too many. Else it is not really pleasurable for the one bottoming and for the one topping either as he knows he's hurting the other. While I know it's a fictitious world I try for accuracy and as I have no experience in this area, I'm taking his word for it.
Not really, no to the mistress question. Just like how in real life you wouldn't be upset if your partner had been with someone before (or at least not for a sexual reason) as long as they were 'clean' (of STDs and the like) but you certainly would be if they had a few lovers on the side. The choosing is for the magic of Spade to pick the King's partner - the one best suited to the role and the King himself/herself - it would defeat the purpose behind the subplot for the story. Besides, they're just both - albeit young - adults who made different decisions, that's all.
I hope that helps and I'm glad you're enjoying it :)
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Childhood promise from the beginning -> right there
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*Does a slow clap
Aye! Rightfully said there! I wholeheartedly agree with everything in your statement, and I'm just so sorry you been getting criticized for something you shouldn't be criticized for. :(
I forgot to add this in my review, but I loved how you made India character, Arthur first.
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Also just because you had one or several sexual partners shouldn't matter! You are not less well-rounded in life just because you had one, I don't agree with that statement, it shouldn't matter at all if you had one or seven.
Point beside that, A!A, this is pure gold you have here! I know I say this ever chapter, but this storie has so many layers to it. I just love!
I loved that you had Arthur perspective in this chapter. Can I first say, you wrote Arthur and Alfred as children ADORABLE! I seriously giggle for 5 minutes strait when I read, "both 30 and ridiculously old?”
Your really, really, good at dialogue which makes the storie so great. Also small details on spade culture. Whole story like mixture of fairy tale and real life royality...
Your Arthur just fantastic too, when you wrote his life events and feeling for Alfred it was very well developed on how Arthur started as orphan to queen.
Love the update! Happy thanksgiving!
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“Alfred.” The voice said, clearly intending on not letting him go back to sleep. “Love, wake up.”
Nope. He squeezed his eyes shut, turned his head and snuggled in deeper.
An amused sigh was his response and his protective covering was drawn back slightly causing Alfred to groan but then a soft kiss was placed on his collar bone then they traced a path up his throat. Feeling slightly more awake, he stretched while making an inquisitive noise and turned slightly to where he guessed the intruder on his sleep was. That then earned him a few more kisses, one on each eyelid (when did his blindfold disappear?), then on his chin, nose, forehead and cheeks. “C'mon Alfred, open your eyes.” The other voice asked, though it had a nervous edge to it. “For me.”
“Mmmhm...five more minutes?” He hummed.
“Very well.” The pair of lips returned, pressing against his own…his Queen. “I’ll be back in a moment then.”
Footsteps padded off and the click of a door was heard as he realized that they were his Queen's lips.
The Queen who he was now allowed to see.
Suddenly he was more awake then he had been, instantly sitting up and his eyelids fluttered open, the world coming into view though remaining a hazy blur.
Right.
Squeezing his eyes shut once more, his hand reaching over to the side table where the servants had hopefully placed his glasses...yes! There they were! He grabbed them and slid them on, the room coming into sharp focus.
There was no one in the room so he slid out from the comforter... actually no, bad idea; he gathered the comforter around himself as he got up while an ache in his tailbone choose to make itself known. It wasn’t anything unbearable but a warm bath would still be fantastic. He’d have to ask for water to be brought up in a moment.
He shuffled around the room then the ones connecting to it, looking for where his mysterious Queen went...whoever he was, he was like Heart’s dreaded ninja, decidedly difficult to find. Upon looking in the study, the closet, sitting room, the wardrobe, the other sitting room, the he-wasn’t-entirely-sure-what-room and more, he decided it would then be better to just wait in their room instead of getting lost in the labyrinth that was the King and Queen’s quarters. Upon finding his way back, he stumbled over a small bag just by the entry way, knocking its contents on the floor.
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Picking everything up and putting it back, he then sat on the bed, letters in his lap. He paused a moment before undoing the string with trembling fingers and picked up the first one, beginning to read.
He was quickly engrossed, they weren’t in any particular order and some were splattered with what he hoped wasn’t blood and...other questionable things but they were from his friend. The one hardest to read (in more ways than one) was first one that he didn’t send, the one telling him that they were coming to meeting him and all about the voyage over. The longer ones about working in the palace usually made his heart sink, the ones of being in the army made it race, the brief ones about being trapped on the Pirate ship made it ache and the ones describing his trip back to the Capital made it swell with happiness... He devoured each one, not even aware when the door creaked open and the bed dipped; it was the one at the bottom though that made his heart break and made him so happy at the same time.
Dear Alfred,
I’m not entirely sure why I persist in writing these or why I don’t just send them but I just can’t bring myself to stop so here we are...
Not much has changed since my last letter, I’m still fairly positive that Erik and Matthias are dating, Gupta is quiet (best horse tamer I’ve ever seen though!), Heracles naps in odd places and Steven still insists on playing with dangerous animals he should just leave be. Kaoru and Jackson have been quit being household staff to join the army’s experimental black powder research department - though you already knew that I’m sure, I just wish he’d stop testing the crackers off near me, my nerves are frayed! Elizabeta is still terrorizing the other chefs with her cast iron rule - It’s beyond strange, isn’t this supposed to be a meeting to improve diplomatic relations? So why has the Queen of Clubs chosen to take over the kitchens with the Jack of Hearts? We have had nothing but pasta to eat for weeks!
In other news, I finished breaking in and taming this beautiful stallion, he’s supposed to be for when you need to ride. I don’t suppose you’ll come down to the stables to meet him? I suppose not, you haven’t been down here since I came back. (Here there were a few sentences scratched out so badly that he couldn’t read them) One of Marie’s charges, Reckless, that plucky army mare I told you about a few letters back just had her first colt. I’m sure he will grow to be just as stubborn as her. I’ve also successfully managed to get Camanche,- a fifteen hand mixed gelding - to stop spooking at the slightest noise or movement. Poor thing, he’s going to be retired, he’s had enough. He’s the only surviving Seventh Cavalry member... I don’t suppose you could talk to the King and end this war with Diamonds? I hate to see more of these lovely creatures share his fate.
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(Here sentences started and stopped, being only a few words long before having a line drawn through them)
Enough, I’ve just been rambling because I don’t know how to say what needs to be said. I miss you git, I miss running around with you, sneaking out to stare at the stars and sitting in the Library as you teach me to read. I miss you coming to the stables and talking to me. (more was scratched out here) I miss you. It hurts to see you pass by me with not so much as a sideways glance, to know that you will never see this or that we’ll never be friends again. I’ve come to realize how much I care for you, more than a friend ever should. Well you’re never going to read this so, I love you. I do, really and truly.
It’s why I’m almost glad that our eyes never met, that you never saw me because if you had, I’m not sure I could find the strength to leave. I know I promised to be by your side forever, right beside your Queen and your Jack but I can’t. I don’t think I’ll be strong enough when the time comes to remain there as you fall for your soul mate and be happy with them. I can’t. I just, I’m very sorry Alfred but I cannot do it.
I’m going to let you go. I’ve decided I’m going to go join the army.
Goodbye my friend,
Arthur Kirkland
Alfred took off his glasses to rub his eyes, this was too much. How did his Queen even get these letters anyway?
“Still as nosy as ever I see.” The voice from the night before commented dryly beside him.
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