Post 4
Arthur is scared. He really do. He curled on the bed. Still remembering the nightmare. That nightmare is a particularly bad one. He wished that Alfred is here. The other will know what to do. That American knew how to make him forget his fear after all. He rubbed his eyes. Hoping that the nightmare will stop plaguing him.
Although he knew that it’s merely a futile hope. The nightmare is continuing making him paranoid. And it already made him lost his sleep too. He shook his head, didn’t wish that his tiredness bring him to sleep again.
Walking to his bathroom, he let the cool water splashed his face. Welcoming the fact that it’s cold and instantly making him awake. He decided to walk out today. Even though it’s probably still too early to go out. He didn’t want to remember the nightmare any longer than he need too. Although it feel like it continued. With each dream linked.
He shook his head in order to make the image left his mind. Before he knew it, he already walked to a lake inside a forest near his home. Usually, he will be calmed by the lake. But now, he felt even worse. There’s something wrong with the lake. And somehow, he felt… like there’s someone, or something called him.
Walking nearer to the lake, he peered down. Feeling whoever called him is inside, not exactly inside, but rather, in another dimension, but the door to go there is inside the lake.
Glazed eyes looking down to the water, before he walked in. The lake seemed to swallow him, before everything went dark. And the water stilled.
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Alfred is worried. It’s already one week, and Arthur didn’t answer his phone, nor he’s able to see Arthur in one of their
meetings. Which is strange, because the Briton normally won’t do such things. And that’s why he’s currently in front of the Briton’s house. Knocking on the door. Or from other people’s view, he’s banging on the door. “Arthur! Open the door if you hear me!”
Of course, he needed to stop now unless he wanted to destroy the door. Which he done. He sighed and try to open the door. Surprisingly, it’s not locked. Which make him afraid of what may happen to the other nation. He closed the door behind him gently. Before he shout again, “Iggy! Are you in here?” He stopped and let his voice echoed inside the house.
But, there’s still no answer. And Alfred started to feel fear started to settle on his stomach. He feared for Arthur. He started to search every crook inside the house. Until the only room left is Arthur’s bedroom.
The American walked in cautiously. And as he suspected, the bedroom is empty as well. And it’s dusty. He walked around the room. Before he found a letter on the table next to Arthur’s bed. He started reading it.
To Alfred F. Jones,
As to how you are able to see, Arthur is not there. Arthur is currently with me. And I won’t give him to you. Unless you prove yourself. Come to the lake inside the forest near Arthur’s home at midnight. I will wait for you there.There’s no name after that. Alfred let out a growl. Someone dared to touch Arthur. He didn’t like it. None at all. He crushed the letter with one hand. He will go now, why should he wait until midnight? After all, it’s already one week and he’s worried with Arthur.
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Alfred looked to the lake sharply, he looked around it and find that there’s nobody there. Except him. “I already come here, why not you show yourself? Or are you afraid of me?” He nearly shouted.
And he can see the effect instantly, the lake started to have ripple in it, and before he knew it, there’s a hole opening inside the lake. He looked inside the hole that just formed and noticed it’s dark. “Come in, Alfred F. Jones. I already waited for you.”
Alfred gulped a little, seeing how dark the hole is and how it seemed to never end. But he steeled himself, before he jump into the hole.
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Arthur, who is tied and gagged, can only look fearfully as Alfred stood after he fall from the hole. How much he wanted to warn the other that it is dangerous, this… man, is mad. Crazy even.
The America noticed Arthur, and his condition. He looked to the other man, who is watching him amusedly. But before he’s able to say anything, when he looked to the other. What watching him back is… Himself.
But there’s something different about him. His eyes… they are more like dark grey like the sky before storm and his blonde hair is ashier than his own. “Who… are you?” He asked to the other warily.
The man merely tilted his head a little. There’s a grin plastered on his face. “Me? I am you. At the same time, I’m not you.”
“Wha… But that makes no sense!” Alfred nearly shouted.
“I don’t care that makes any sense or not. Since that’s the truth.” ‘Alfred’ stated. He looked to Alfred hatefully. Before he looked to Arthur again. His gaze softening. “Don’t you agree, Arthur?” He asked. But there’s a hint of warning in that voice.
The Briton shivered under the gaze, before he nodded uncertainly. “That’s a good boy.” The other purred. Before he petted Arthur, who just shiver under the touch and let the other do as he wish.
But Alfred is more than angry right now. “Don’t you touch Arthur more than that… You son of a bitch!” Alfred shouted to the other.
‘Alfred’ merely smirked, he enjoyed making the other mad. Which will give him more advantages. “Hmm… Seeing you already get so riled up… How about we just start the game? You win, you get Arthur back. I win, I get Arthur. How about it, huh?”
Alfred merely growled. “Just bring it on already!” He didn’t notice at how Arthur looked to him, fear is inside those emerald eyes. Arthur wished he’s able to make Alfred safe. He didn’t want Alfred to be hurt. And by how ‘Alfred’ looking at him, he can guess what the other planned. And now he knew why the other tied and gagged him. So he’s not able to help Alfred. Not at all.
He clapped. “Your courage astounded me. We will use…” He stopped, his smirk widen. “These.” He pointed to where two swords lie. He grabbed one and threw the other to Alfred. Who caught them easily.
But while Alfred able to caught the sword, he knew nothing about sword-fighting. And ‘Alfred’ has more knowledge for it rather than him, obviously. As he can saw the other smirking, fiddling with his sword a little before he suddenly in front of him and thrusted the sword forward, surprising him. “Whoa…” Is what Alfred managed to get out before he, luckily able to defend himself using the sword.
“The game already started you know.” The other whispered, before he pushed Alfred’s sword down and hit him on the stomach with his knee. Which make Alfred angrier than ever. He ignored the pain on his stomach and he punched the sword to the other’s stomach. Before he quickly used his knee to hit the other’s vital region.
The other ignored the pain and jump back. Alfred jumped back as well. Both of them staring heatedly against each other. Hate is obvious with them. Before both of them ran forward again, the sword hitting each other. Both of them pushed before Alfred smiled, pushing the other down, making ‘Alfred’ lost his balance and before he regained it, Alfred’s sword already on his neck. Threatening to kill him if he moved.
The other merely laughed. “I guess it ends this way, huh?” There’s nothing he say after that, and before they can stop him. He pushed forward, making his neck stabbed and killing him instantly. The room started to shook before everything turned black.
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When Alfred regained consciousness, he found that he’s back to the lake, with Arthur on his side. But the other is still tied and gagged. And apparently, he’s unconscious as well. Alfred swam to the side, easily bring both of them out of the water. He opened the gag and the rope that tied him.
After that, he shook the other awake. “W-Where…?” Arthur asked softly.
Alfred kissed Arthur’s forehead. “We are back, Arthur. And we are safe now.” He smiled and held the other gently. Arthur put his head on Alfred’s shoulder. His body shivered slightly.
The American hoisted Arthur up, and helped him back to his house. And Alfred carefully put the older nation on his bed. “I think you need to change your…” But before Alfred able to finish his words, Arthur crashed his mouth to his. And Alfred kissed the other back with enthusiasm.
The Briton let out a small moan, to which Alfred take advantage of and plunged his tongue inside the Briton’s mouth. Alfred gently pushed Arthur back to the bed, and he started to release Arthur’s clothes.
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Both of them lie on the bed, sweaty and tired. “It’s awesome, right Arthur?” Alfred asked, grinning to Arthur all the while.
The shorter nation nuzzled closer to Alfred as a response. There’s a blush on his face, “Umm… Thank you for saving me, Alfred.” He whispered.
Alfred merely smiled as response, as he brought the other closer to him as well. “It’s no problem, Arthur. It’s hero’s job after all!” Alfred exclaimed. Before he gave Arthur another passionate kiss.
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Alfred woke up groggily from the sunlight, and he noticed there’s still warmness next to him, which he recognizes to be Arthur.
What happened yesterday must worn him out.The Briton snuggled closer to Alfred, still sleeping. Alfred smiled and hugged the other closer to him. But that act make the Briton awakens. He rubbed his eyes sleepily before he registers the fact that Alfred is next to him. He blushed, “W-Why are you next to me?” He asked, still blushing.
“Do you forget what happened yesterday, Arthur?” He asked, frowning.
If possible, the Briton turned redder. “O-Of course I remember, you git!” He answered.
“Hmm… Arthur, do you know why whoever that is… Wanted you?” Alfred asked Arthur, uncertain.
The Briton stiffened before he looked away from Alfred. Of course, Alfred wouldn’t let him. He put his hand on the Briton’s chin before he turned his face to meet his gaze. “Look at me, Arthur. With your reaction, I can see that you maybe knew the reason.”
It’s not long until Arthur began to speak. “You won’t… get angry at me, right?”
“I won’t, don’t worry about it, Arthur.”
“W-Well, you know, after your independence, I’m devastated you know? So, after some time of trying to forget it… And I can’t. I decided to make a new you, another you. But… As you can see, I failed and in the end I need to banish him. And it’s only slightly after that… The nightmare started.”
Alfred frowned. “What nightmare?” He asked Arthur softly.
“It’s really bad… I-I killed you, and… you come back to life, all the while smiling cruelly and told me that you will make sure I can’t do it to you anymore… And then you raped me, continuously, making sure I’m afraid of it.” Arthur’s voice is cracking now, tears escaping from his eyes easily.
Alfred let out a small surprised gasp before he hugged Arthur. “Ssh… Arthur, you know I won’t do it to you, and I know that you won’t do that to me.” He kissed Arthur’s tears away. Arthur is still hiccupping a little, his hand hold Alfred desperately as if he didn’t touch him, Alfred will be gone.
The American continued to soothe the other, feeling the other still tense under his touch, afraid even. “Don’t worry about it anymore, okay…?” He asked, hoping that Arthur won’t be afraid anymore.
The Briton nodded, albeit a bit hesitant about it. Alfred kissed Arthur’s lips once more, trying to show his love to the other merely from the kiss. He clambered on top Arthur, remembering that they still didn’t wear their clothes. “I will help you forget about the nightmare, then.” Alfred said, grinning a little. Feeling giddy inside when Arthur smiled and nodded to him.