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Storm of War	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1886 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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***This is the final chapter everyone! Yes, the story is ending. I had to finish it up so if it seems to move a little fast I apologize for that. I really couldn’t push this sequel any further. I had my doubts about it before I even started writing it, but it turned out fairly decent. I hope you all enjoy it! ^_^

***Warnings: Some language…and I think that’s it.

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. This is for fun and I’m making no profit from it.

Chapter 11: Final

“We’ve been in here for a day straight!” Arthur said with a scowl. “Have they even caught the assassin yet?”

“Be patient, my dove. An assassin is a skilled killer. He or she wouldn’t be caught so easily.”

“I can’t help but wonder if Alfred sent a letter from the battlefield. I told those guards to bring me his letter the MOMENT it arrives! They better not be holding it back from me because of this assassin!”

“Love, you can’t just expect Alfred to write you back right away. He IS in the midst of battle. You worry too much.”

“How can I not?” There came a knock at the door and they heard Vash’s voice.

“Let me in! There’s trouble!” Arthur gave permission to let Vash in and the guards opened the door for him. Vash rushed in with three letters in his hands. “Two good, one bad.”

“Give us the good first.” Francis stood up from his chair and went over to join the two men. Vash held the first letter open.

“This one is from Antonio. His ships have completely destroyed the Madylia ports, stormed the city, and blew up a section of the castle. One issue of concern is that Sadik was not found anywhere. Many of the civilians fought back but they were killed.”

“Then are we safe to say this war is pretty much over?” Arthur asked him. “I mean if Antonio and Yao captured the royal city-“

“But we didn’t find Sadik. He could be anywhere. Their only option now is to start marching through the land and taking over.” Vash handed that letter to Francis and opened the next one. “This is from Alfred. He is well and the other three, Ivan, Ludwig, and Gilbert are currently off with separate armies.” He handed that letter to Arthur, who started to skim it. “And now, for the bad news.” He opened the last letter. “The Ozcliff soldiers we have controlling the rebellion? Well, they attacked and killed ALL of them. Every single one. No one escaped. From the description here it’s like a fucking blood bath out there. Excuse my language.”

“Murder? Are you certain?” Francis asked and took the letter, quickly reading it. “We did NOT give permission for this! Under whose command did they attack?”

“General Whitewater, I believe. He said they were threatening to attack them so they retaliated.” Francis crumpled the letter in his hands.

“A bunch of peasants armed with pitchforks are no threat to fully armored and trained soldiers! Does Lovino know of this?”

“Not yet. I wanted to talk to you two first. We have limited access to everything right now because of this assassin on the loose. We can assume he is after Lovino and possibly even you, Arthur. You are the acting regent for our kingdom.” Arthur and Francis exchanged glances.

“But what if they assassin has left? Maybe Sadik sent them to throw us off like this.”

“No, some guards have been killed already. There is still someone in this castle meaning to do us harm. I took a grave chance stepping out of my room to come here. I was surrounded by guards for protection though. And my next stop is Lovino’s room. So what shall we do?”

“Once the assassin is caught we will deal with the general who massacred the peasants. I will leave that up to Francis.” Arthur looked at him and Francis gave a nod, accepting the job. “We’ll have word sent to Antonio about our trouble here and await further news. I will write back to Alfred.” Vash nodded and stuck the note from Antonio in his cloak.

“Be careful out there, friend.” Francis said softly. “Keep safe.”

“You too. I will come back after I’ve spoken to Lovino.” Once Vash had left, Arthur took the note from Alfred and sat on the bed to read it. Gabe began to fuss from his bassinette and Francis went over to soothe him. He knew better than to bother Arthur when he was reading.

Dear Arthur,

Not much has changed at camp since our last letters. Ivan, Gilbert, and Ludwig have gone off to enemy camps for surprise attacks. We had caught an enemy soldier and beat the information out of him. Currently, I am still healing so I did not ride off with Ivan. Matthew is well and so are the others. Toris is helping me out a lot with all these war notes and papers. I am fairly bored here at the camp. Nothing is happening and I think waiting around for something to happen is even worse. I can’t wait to be back with you and Gabe! Did you make up with Francis yet? I made up with Ivan after a fight we had. I will tell you all about it another time. Hopefully you have more action going on there than we’ve got here! Hug and kiss Gabe for me!

-Alfred.

“What did he have to say?” Francis asked, bouncing the toddler in his arms.

“Not much. He’s bored at the camp. Only he would be bored during a war.” Arthur rolled his eyes. “But I better write back to him…we have nothing else to do here.”

Back at the war camp, Alfred was enjoying a hot cup of coffee in the early morning. His ribs have since healed and he was itching for some action. He knew he should be grateful that nothing drastic was happening but there were only so many card games you could play. At least he had his brother and his friends with him or he would be lost. He did worry for Ivan and the brothers, waiting eagerly to hear some kind of word from them. He hadn’t had a letter from the outside in so long, not even from Arthur.

“Alfred! Alfred!” Toris came into the tent holding up a letter and wearing a smile. “You won’t believe this!”

“What is it? Out with it, Toris!”

“Antonio’s men and fleet have taken over the royal city! His men are seizing everything as we speak! This war will end twice as fast, Alfred!” Alfred ripped the letter from Toris’ hand and read it over.

“But we didn’t catch Sadik…and I thought wars were suppose to last a long time?”

“If we didn’t have Antonio’s massive fleet and firepower it would have.”

“So…what happens now?” He asked.

“Well, without Sadik giving orders the Madylia people have to surrender. Our forces will have to sweep the land and conquer all the cities and villages.” Alfred nodded and read more of the letter.

“Antonio’s words confuse me though. He said we’re not needed and he wouldn’t blame us for going home. We can even leave the camp and take our troops back to his castle.” Toris reached out and gripped Alfred’s arm in an almost painful manner. “Toris?”

“Alfred…I beg of you. Please speak to Ivan when he returns…send us home.”

“What? Send us home? Toris, I want to go home as much as you but we are still in a war here.” Alfred pulled his arm away.

“Yes, but it’s a war that our forces aren’t involved in. We are leading Antonio’s armies and Madylia is his land. He has more than enough ships and manpower to take back this land. We really AREN’T needed here, Alfred! We already have a peace treaty signed with Antonio and we have share of his land. Let Antonio’s men hunt down Sadik that really isn’t our job. We don’t need to do it. We got back at him for taking Gabe and threatening us…but Antonio’s world has MORE reason to deal with him. They may never find Sadik…maybe he will commit suicide or change his appearance. Are we really going to stay here for all that?”

Alfred knew Toris was right in all he was saying. Right now they simply were helping Antonio’s armies and getting back at Sadik for all he’s done. Peace was right around the corner so there was no need for more excessive force or to have lives lost. Antonio really did not need them and he had mentioned so in the beginning. They were just here to help. So could they really go home? Back to their own kingdom? Alfred’s smile drew into a grin and he pulled Toris into a hug.

“Yes! Yes Toris! I will talk to Ivan and we WILL head home!”

“I’ll go and tell the others! Lets hope Ivan and the others come back soon!” Alfred watched as Toris left and he hugged the paper to his chest.

Two days later, Ludwig’s army had come back victorious and Alfred shared the news with him. The following day, both Ivan and Gilbert’s forces came back, also victorious. However, Ivan had lost more men than the other two. Alfred was practically hopping in place, still clutching Antonio’s letter to his chest. Just yesterday he had received another letter from the ships, this time from Yao, confirming their victory in gaining the royal city. Yao also stated that he and Antonio were heading back to his palace, leaving the military leaders to take over. Once Ivan saw both of these papers, he had to let them leave the battlefield. Alfred couldn’t stop grinning as Ivan walked up to him, a bandaged covering his right eye.

“Are we enjoying the fact that I nearly lost my eye?” Ivan smiled at him.

“Nooooo.” Alfred said teasingly. “You’re up and walking around so you’re fine. Besides, I have great news! News I can’t wait to share with you!”

“Don’t I at least get a hug?” Alfred hugged him and kissed his cheek. “Wait to tell me in the tent. Bring all our friends.”

Ivan and company all met inside the royal tent and gathered around the war table. Feliciano and Matthew were clinging to their husbands and Feliks was sitting on Toris’ lap. Kiku stood beside Alfred and Ivan sat at the head of the table. Everyone had on smiling faces, and both Ivan and Gilbert had to wonder what was going on. They were the only two who had not heard the news. Convincing Ivan was going to be the hard part since he wanted nothing more than to get his hands on Sadik and torture him brutally.

“Alright, what’s with all the fucking goofy smiles?” Gilbert was the first to speak. “Did we decide to hang me or something?”

“Far from it!” Alfred said with his same grin. “We received letters from Antonio and Yao, stating that they have taken control of the royal city! Here, read!” Alfred gave both letters to Ivan who appeared slightly surprised. Everyone was silent as Ivan read them both, eagerly awaiting his answer. “What do you think?” Ivan looked up with a smile as he finished the two notes.

“Well, this wasn’t any less of what I expected. It really is a shame that Sadik had gotten away but Antonio DID promise me that I could have my vengeance on him as well. But that could be anywhere between now and years to come.”

“So can we head home?” Alfred asked, getting up from his chair to wrap his arms around Ivan’s neck. “Hm?”

Ivan looked at all the eyes staring at him and he knew that Antonio’s words were true. There really was no reason for him and his men to be here. It would be nice to get back to his country and kingdom, where winter was just around the corner. If they left soon enough they could make it back in time for the harvest festivities. He would like nothing more than to get away from this heat and humidity. Besides, he missed being the head boss of his own kingdom.

“Pack up your things, everyone. We’re going home.” Cheers and hugs were had all around with Alfred nearly strangling Ivan.

The journey back to Antonio’s kingdom went swiftly and smoothly. The soldiers were excited to be heading home as well, giving their military leaders many cheers and applause. Antonio and Yao had already returned, their presence no longer needed on the battlefront. Antonio had already set his armies and men to continue searching and conquering. Once he had returned all fear for the assassin had melted away. They could assume that after seeing Antonio’s arrival the assassin had left. Still, everyone was on alert.

He, Lovino, and the others were all waiting for the entrance of Ivan’s party. Arthur held Gabe close to him, trying not to appear nervous and anxious for Alfred and Matthew’s safe return. Francis stood beside him, whispering words of comfort from the corner of his mouth. Vash had his papers ready for he was planning on confronting Toris with the ‘little’ matter of missed loan payments. Yao was speaking softly to Heracles but they had to stop when the trumpeters began to play, signaling the arrival. The nobles of the court turned to face the large doors as they were pulled open by two guards. Ivan and Alfred entered first with the rest following behind. The court clapped for their victory and safe return. Gilbert was proudly waving at the crowd and Ludwig had to give him a few pinches, pleading for him to stop. Arthur smiled joyfully when he saw Alfred and Matthew walking, both men in perfect health. He had to swallow the lump in his throat to keep from tearing up at their safe return. Gabe started to squeal and wiggle in Arthur’s arms while he desperately reached for his parents. Arthur let him down and Gabe immediately toddled as quick as his chubby little legs could carry him to his parents. Ivan paused and smiled, bending to one knee to let his little boy welcome him back. Instead, Gabe toddled right past him and into Alfred’s arms.

“DADA!” Gabe said and hugged Alfred’s neck, kissing his face all over. Alfred returned the kisses and squeezed him tight. Ivan just crossed his arms and pouted.

“Just devour him why don’t you?”

“Oh Ivan! He missed you too!” Alfred chuckled and turned his body so Gabe could see Ivan.

“PAPA!” he reached his arms out for Ivan and he took the boy from Alfred’s arms. “Papa…” Gabe said softly and hugged his face.

“See? He loves you, Ivan. He just likes me better.” Alfred teased but Ivan didn’t care for he was too caught up in hugging his son. Alfred turned his gaze to the dais and smiled at Arthur, who took a step down from the dais. Alfred wasted no time in running to Arthur, lifting him into a great big bear hug. Arthur’s eyes almost burst out of his head at Alfred’s newfound strength and muscle. Matthew was right behind him but he ‘gently’ hugged Arthur as well, crying tears of joy softly in his shoulder. “I told you we’d come back!”

“Yes, and I’m relieved to see that you and the others are well.” Arthur pats them both on the shoulder and gives a little breathily laugh. He did, however, put them both in a headlock and grinned dangerously. “Just don’t do it again.” He warned.

“King Ivan, great victories were had by both of us.” Antonio spoke, standing up from his throne and the room grew silent. He stepped down from the dais and shook Ivan’s hand. “You and your knights have lead my armies bravely with minimal casualties. I am only sorry that we could not catch Sadik.”

“Yes, well, I’m sure he will be caught in time. And when that time comes I will be on a ship heading over here.” Ivan smiled happily. “And of course, my men will be making frequent visits here as you are well aware.”

“Of course. If any wish to stay here they are more than welcomed. Our treaties still stand and I honor them. Now, go and get freshened up! We’ll be feasting lively tonight!”

“That is very exciting but I fear we will only be staying a short time. My men are eager to return to their kingdom.”

“Not a problem. I’ll have one of my vessels prepared for you right away. As soon as it is ready you can take off. I can’t thank you and your party enough for helping my kingdom and saving my queen. I’m sure Lovino would love to thank you as well!” Lovino just gave a nod of his head and turned away. “He is thankful, he just doesn’t know how to properly show it.”

“I understand. Now if you will excuse me, I shall go and freshen up.”

“Very well! See you in a short bit then!”

Everyone was brought back to their rooms where they could rest and freshen up. Ivan and Alfred were in the heated bath with Gabe, enjoying the hot water on their war-sore muscles. Gabe was seated comfortably in Alfred lap, playing with a cup in the water. Alfred was already drinking and Ivan was just watching him with amusement. His rose had come a very long way from their first meeting and Ivan continued to look forward to how Alfred would change in the years to come. There was still that little matter of their ‘argument’ back at the camp. Ivan had promised him that he would put the proposal in to the courts and he would see it done. Whether or not the courts would pass it was beyond his control. In the end, he didn’t care either way.

“We’re building one of these when we get back.” Alfred said to Ivan. “I want a scented bath hall like Sadik had. And this type that Antonio has? I want it in our bedroom. And I’ve decided I want more silks. Lots of silks.”

“Anything else you want me to spend money on for you, my love?”

“Fighting lessons. I want those to be a part of my daily routine. I can become better than I am!” Alfred said proudly.

“Yes, you can.” Ivan continued to stare at him with a little smile. “Alfred? Where do you see the two of us from now? How do you think we will be in say…another ten years?” Alfred looked at him and gave a crooked smirk.

“I would still be young and handsome and you’ll be an old man!” Ivan pouted and Alfred laughed.

“I’m not THAT old…”

“You are hitting VERY CLOSE to th-“ Ivan stopped him with a light kick to his shin. “Ow! Okay, okay! Geez…” He chucked. “But in all seriousness, I see us both still sitting on our thrones and ruling. What about you?”

“Ah, the same. I know we are going to be together for the rest of our lives. I’d be too old to find someone new and you’d be all washed up.” Alfred’s jaw dropped and Ivan smirked. “Beat that, tough guy.”

“You know I could have any man or woman I wanted!”

“As could I.” Alfred gave him a snobbish look but then laughed.

“Don’t you think we should continue to keep life a mystery? Who knows what awaits us further down the line of our lives and marriage. I want to be surprised and take it one day at a time.” Ivan smiled and shifted in the water so he was closer to Alfred. Gabe protested with a little gurgle as Ivan’s wet stomach was pressing his little head into Alfred’s. Ivan gave him a soft kiss on the lips and they lingered there until he pulled away. Alfred gave him that sweet little smile that was all for him. “You know will be continue to bang heads on some matters…you are prepared for that, yes?”

“I am. It won’t be all wine and roses but we’ll make it work. You’re not as naïve and submissive as you once were.”

“I was never submissive.” Alfred frowned. “I had to pretend to be so you would continue to keep supporting our farm. It was a simple ploy that worked.” He smirked.

“Yes, and yet it didn’t quite go according to plan, hm?”

“No, I discovered a lot more that continues to surprise me.” His stomach growled and so did Gabe’s. “And we’re both hungry!” He laughed and watched as Ivan got out of the tub to take Gabe. “So let’s leave that question open-ended.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

After dressing the two made their way to the second feasting hall where everyone was already situated. They took their spots next to Antonio and Lovino at the head table. It was more of a party than a dinner. Antonio used this ballroom as another feasting hall and Ivan only hoped Alfred would want to build on an addition to their castle. The tables were set all around the dance floor and noble couples were dancing the night away. Among them were Toris and Feliks as well as a disgruntled Ludwig with a wound up Feli. Arthur and Francis were hiding in the far corner with their wine, huddling close together. Francis was constantly whispering into Arthur’s ear and the green-eyed man would continue to look annoyed or laugh at his words. After they had eaten their fill, Alfred had drug Ivan onto the dance floor as the band slowed the music down. Ivan was never one for dancing but this level of it was easy enough. He held Alfred close as they swayed softly, only to be bumped in to by Gilbert and Matthew.

“Watch where you’re dancing!” Gilbert smirked and pulled Matthew close.

“I suppose you’re relieved that you can finally sleep with my baby brother UN-interrupted?” Alfred countered and Matthew flushed.

“Alfred! Honestly!”

“Oh, believe me! Mattie and I have a LOT of catching up to do!” Matthew turned bright red. “Catch ya’ later!” Gilbert lifted Matthew’s feet off the floor and twirled him away.

“Now there goes a sickening couple.” Ivan said with a pleasant smile.

“He’s good to my brother, despite his flaws.”

“You know…I am the king and if I willed it-“ Alfred purposefully stepped on his feet to keep Ivan from continuing his sentence.

“You’re not having a threesome with myself and my brother! And there will be no threesome between you, me, and Yao!”

“Phooey.” Ivan pouted. “That’s all the good I do.” He said in a faux sad voice in false hopes of filling Alfred with guilt.

“That just shows your age, lover-boy.” Alfred flicked his nose and pulled Ivan closer. “Shut up and dance, you old fart.” He nuzzled his face into Ivan’s neck and swung him back into dancing. “This will be the last time we have a peaceful moment before our month long trip at sea. Let’s try to enjoy it.”

“And you won’t be sick this time, right?”

“I have Gabe to watch and a ship to help run. I won’t have the time to be sick.” Ivan chuckled and nuzzled his ear.

“Spoken like a true mother.”

“Hey, hey! Watch it, buddy! I’m ‘dada’, not ‘mama’!” Ivan cutely rolled his eyes and smiled.

“If the boot fits…”

“Do you want to be tossed overboard?” Alfred threatened. “I can make it look like an accident.”

“Now you are a true Braginski wife!”

“You’ve just signed your death warrant, ‘dear husband’.” Alfred scoffed but held him close to finish the dance.

A day later the ship was ready and Ivan’s party were comfortably set aboard. This ship was bigger, stronger, and nicer than their own one. Yao had learned how to properly pilot Antonio’s ships after the man had taught him during the war. He was confident enough in himself to sail it. To some it may have been a ‘tearful goodbye’ but to others it was a ‘see you again soon’ farewell. Alfred had hugged Lovino who shivered and shoved him off, yet he let Feliciano hug him and bid him good health. Alfred let this bit slip and bid a ‘farewell’ to Lovino. The whole of Antonio’s kingdom was now safe and secure with his armies littering all around. Ivan and company would no longer have fear of Sadik or any other kingdom…unless something else happened.

The trip back to Russica was smooth and steady, leaving no room for storms or heavy wind. A steady breeze seemed to be with them for their trip back and Yao had indicated that they had returned faster since when they had left. Being back on Russica soil in autumn was like a dream come true for Ivan and the man actually spun around happily among the falling leaves. As they boarded carriages to take them back to the royal city the party was able to enjoy the fall foliage around them. Antonio had been kind enough to send them on their way with many barrels of his best wine and they hoped they would be able to mimic it. With any luck the kingdom would already be harvesting and preparing the wine for the upcoming year.

When they arrived back at the castle they were greeted with pleasant cheers and various flower petals throughout the streets. Ivan’s eldest sister welcomed him back with a tearful hug while his younger sister greeted him with a simple one. Natalia had not forgotten Ivan’s words those three years ago. Ivan was proud to sit upon his throne again but was depressed at all the paperwork he had to look at. For the next few days he will have to put it off because he wanted to enjoy the harvest with Alfred, Gabe, and all their friends. There was to be the annual harvest festival on the castle grounds for just the royals and nobles. Then the group would attend the royal city festivities at a slightly later date among their subjects. That had all been Alfred’s idea, to share in the merriment of the changing seasons with the peasants. Hence why Alfred was loved and Ivan was respected.

Currently the two were getting dressed in their bedchamber with Gabe. Alfred had ordered them all a new autumn wardrobe as another self reward for their victory. He chose to wear his new golden doublet with brocade swirls and a solid gold undershirt. He worse classic black pants and boots, along with his chain of office and crown. Instead of the sleeves being tight Alfred had needed them looser. After being at war he had built up more muscle and many of his previous clothes no longer fit him properly. He had put on a bit of weight too, not a terrible amount but enough to be noticeable. He was no longer thin and lithe. Alfred had asked Ivan if that had bothered him at all but his husband assured him that he didn’t mind in the least. Ivan was still larger than him and continued to hold his husky, solid build. Alfred would never be able to catch up to Ivan.

Ivan chose to wear a rich burgundy velvet doublet and black undershirt, pants and boots. It was nice to be back in the cold where he could snuggle up into his velvet clothes. There was a slight chill in the autumn air so Ivan chose to wear black gloves as well. Alfred refused to wear gloves unless the air was bitter cold and chapping his skin. He claimed he liked having full flexibly of his fingers without the constriction of gloves. Ivan also wore his chain of office along with a few other jewels and his larger crown. Both, or actually all three of them would be wearing matching fur lined black cloaks. Gabe was dressed to match his parents with a brown tabard with black and gold trim. He had on a black woolen union suit to keep him warm and his own set of little fur-lined boots. Gabe wore mittens instead of gloves and a fur headband to keep his ears warm. They had tried to let him wear some jewelry, like a necklace or ring but it wouldn’t have worked out. He was in the oral stage of toddlerhood and everything went into the mouth.

“Are we ready?” Ivan asked with a little smile.

“I’m always ready to eat and drink!” He scooped up Gabe and kissed him on the cheek. “Let’s head out.”

The castle grounds weren’t that far of a walk and the festivities had already started. Trumpets announced their presence and everyone bowed or curtsied. All of the leaves and shrubs had already turned their colors and Alfred particularly loved the sight. They had to make their tour of the grounds to meet and greet all of the nobles. Their friends were already enjoying the merriment of theater entertainment, food, and games. Ludwig and Gilbert would be participating in the joust so they were mingling with the other knights. Matthew and Feliciano were standing at the pie kiosk and Alfred went to join them with Gabe. Ivan made his way over to Heracles to discuss Alfred’s title and position, just as he had promised.

“Think you and your fellow judges can pass it?” Ivan asked and took a goblet of wine that was offered to him.

“I will bring it up to the court and we shall continue from there. However, the chance of Alfred being able to rule completely as king until he dies will be voted down within seconds. Chances are he can be ‘declared’ king upon your death but ONLY until Gabe is of ruling age. Then Alfred will have to step down.”

“He won’t have any protest to that. Alfred would always put his son first.” Ivan pats him on the back. “See to it that it passes, even if it is just to shut him up.” He chuckled.

“The courts owe a lot to Alfred. He generously donates to the judges to help maintain and care for the people. I think it can slip by.” Heracles bowed to him and Ivan sought out Alfred to tell him of the news.

Alfred and the other two were sitting on one of the benches and happily eating or sharing their pies. Being a queen for three years has not changed Alfred’s eating habits and he was making a mess of the pies. Matthew could never really eat a lot but Feliciano’s stomach could almost match Alfred’s. Gabe had his own pie pieces and shoved them into his mouth. Alfred noticed that Matthew was being very quiet and he looked to be preoccupied by something. When Alfred asked him what was wrong, Matthew just blushed softly and Feliciano let out a laugh.

“You should tell him, Mattie!”

“Tell me what?” Alfred was curious now. “What is it?! Tell me!” Matthew smiled and blushed some more.

“Um…well…it’s not fully decided yet…but Gilbert…um…he wants to do what you and Ivan did.” Alfred just raised his eyebrow and wiped some pie from his mouth.

“Huh? I’m not following you.” Feliciano finished for him and gave Matthew a hug.

“He and Gilbert want to have a baby the same way you had Gabe! Isn’t that sweet, Alfred! Would you ever think Gilbert would want to be a father?” Alfred just blinked and stared at Matthew’s embarrassed face.

“Well, I know Matthew would be the prefect ‘motherly’ type but Gilbert a father? That would be like child abuse.” Matthew frowned and Feliciano did so as well. “Hey, it was a joke!”

“You have to remember that Gilbert practically raised Ludwig and you see how wonderful and noble and dedicated HE turned out.” Feliciano said with an angry little pout.

“You’re right, but I guess I’m just in shock. I’m surprised at the news, that’s all.” He smiled. “I am really happy for you, Mattie! Gabe would love to have a cousin! He will start needing kids his age to play with. So I’m assuming no kids for you and Ludwig?” He looked at Feli.

“Ah, no, not really. Ludwig figures we can help take care of our niece or nephew. He’s not really the nurturing type.”

“Yes. I’m kind of hoping that Ludwig will be the more strict and stern one for our child because I know Gilbert will be a goofy and easy-going dad. And you know I can’t holler or discipline at all.” Alfred just laughed, knowing that Matthew was right and he congratulated him again, wishing him the best of luck. Of course, Feliks had overheard and he popped in with some news of his own.

“Alfred, you’re like, the last to know about this! Even I knew about it before you!” Alfred rolled his eyes. “But I thought you’d like to know that Arthur and Francis are fighting again.”

“What? Oh no, not again!” Matthew said with a few tears in his eyes. He hated seeing Arthur angry and unhappy.

“Now what happened?” Alfred asked.

“Well, all this baby talk has Francis, like, itching for a kid now. He made the mistake of telling Arthur and he blew up at him. You know, because that would mean Francis would have to sleep with a woman and that’s what caused all their fights before. Arthur threw his wine in Francis’ face! It was really quite the sight!”

“Okay, now Arthur is just overreacting.” Alfred said firmly. “I’m going to go talk to him. Can you guys watch Gabe for me?”

“Of course.” Matthew picked him up and sat the pie-covered boy in his lap.

Alfred went around the grounds and asked everyone if they have seen Arthur. A musician had pointed to a tree where Arthur was sitting on the bench beneath it. Alfred went over to him and sat beside him, taking the wine goblet from his hand to sip it. Arthur turned to him with a frown before ripping it out of his hand.

“I thought you threw this in Francis’ face?”

“I got another one, obviously. What do you want, Alfred? Shouldn’t you be enjoying the leaves and dancing to the music?” Alfred moved closer to him and rests his hand on Arthur’s thigh.

“Arthur…what really happened between you and Francis? Was it really because he would get to sleep with a woman or is there another reason? You can tell me.” Arthur sighed and rubbed his face with his hand.

“It’s not just that. Maybe I’m just a selfish person but…to tell you the truth, I’m really tired of taking care of people. I don’t regret raising you and Matthew but my whole childhood was loss…you two needed looking after. I had to help my mother and raise the few siblings I had, only to have them die. I just…can’t see taking care of another baby. Francis is wonderful with children but we have a lot of work to do…especially me. That’s why Toris and Feliks aren’t having any children of their own. I just don’t want Francis to hate me because of this. I rather him think I’m just jealous.” Alfred hugged him close.

“Oh Arthur, you don’t see it but Francis spoils the shit out of you! Francis just wants to make you happy. He’s so easy going that he could never be mad at you if you tell him the truth.” He pulled away. “And besides! You can have him babysit Gabe any time he wants! Please, I would never say ‘no’ to someone else watching Gabe for a while. I just really want you to be happy, Arthur. I understand you want to take time and just enjoy being yourself. Francis will understand too. Now go and make up with him. That’s an order.”

“It’s not that easy. I have my pride.” Alfred stomped on his foot.

“Just go! Let’s be thankful we are all together and safe. Francis is a good man, Arthur, and you don’t want to lose that. And remember, winter is coming so you will want someone to cuddle with.” Alfred winked.

“I guess you’re right.” He sighed. “I’d better go find him. Thanks for the little talk, Alfred. Usually it’s the other way around with us.”

“Well I’m not your little boy anymore.”

“But you will never be too big or old for me to take you over my knee, got it? This hand of mine has spanked your misbehaving behind more than its slapped Francis’ cheek. Be warned.” Alfred just laughed and Arthur smirked as he rushed off to find Francis.

He found Francis at the fountain where he was trying to wash off the split wine on his red doublet. Arthur came up to him and wrapped his arms around Francis from behind. Francis recognized the cufflinks and he could still bring himself to smile.

“Come to throw more wine in my face? If only you played this rough in bed.”

“Oh shut it.” He rests his chin on Francis’ shoulder. “I’m…sorry for throwing wine in your face.”

“I suppose there are worse things.” He laughed and pats Arthur’s hand. “Did we do some thinking?”

“I did…and I just want you to know that…well…I really, REALLY don’t want a child of our own. I have Alfred and Matthew to take care of. Alfred has Gabe and Matthew will have one soon. Who do you think will be playing ‘nanny’? Us. Isn’t that enough?” Francis chuckled and turned around in his arms to face him.

“And here I thought it was because you felt you were too old to raise another little one!” Arthur grit his teeth but let his lips curl into a smirk.

“Well, there is a saying that the older a man gets the more weak his sperm becomes…and there’s less of it.” Francis’ jaw dropped and he turned blue for a moment.

“You’re making that up! And I’m not ‘old’! I am an ‘Experienced Adult’.”

“Is that what all the oldies are calling themselves now?” Francis pouted. “And besides, without the cockblocking of a child we have the freedom to do…all kinds of fun things.”

“That’s why we have nan-OUCHIE!” Arthur had stepped on his foot. “But I would be a fool to not accept your bedroom offerings. You make a valid argument, my dove. I fully respect your opinion but you must NOT go back on your word!”

“Yes, I promise.” They were about to share a kiss when Feliciano’s voice interrupted them.

“Hey! Hey guys! Have you seen Ludwig? I went to see him at the jousting arena and he wasn’t there.”

“Sorry Feli, I haven’t’ seen him.” Arthur replied. “Have you checked the beer venders?”

“That’s the second place I looked! Gilbert hasn’t seen him either.” Feliciano pouted his bottom lip. “Where could he be?”

“Relax, he’s probably just circling the grounds and you keep missing each other.” Arthur tried to give another explanation but Francis spotted Ludwig coming up to them.

“Or he’s coming this way right now with a dog.” Francis smiled and the other two turned to see that he was right.

“Ludwig!” Feliciano ran to him and smiled at the dog on a leash beside him. “I was looking for you! Where’d the dog come from?” He asked and knelt down to pat it’s head. It was a medium sized dog with white fur a few random black spots.

“Ah, well I know you were a little sad about not having any kids so…I got you a dog.” Ludwig said flatly. “I know it’s not the same but…it’s less work and he’s more likely to listen.” Feliciano smiled up at him and hugged the dog’s neck.

“Thank you, Wiggy! Thank you! I love dogs! I can’t believe you surprised me with one! You said I could only have a cat!” Ludwig cleared his throat.

“Well…with the new trading agreement between Antonio and Ivan my pay is going up and we can afford to higher another couple of servants to keep things clean. You know how much I like a spotless living area.” Feliciano stood up and gave him a hug and a kiss.

“I can’t thank you enough! What’s his name? Does he have one?”

“No, I thought you would like to name him.”

“Hm…Ah! I know! Doggie! I’ll call him ‘Doggie’!” Ludwig frowned. How would he look riding his horse on a hunt while yelling out ‘Doggie’?

“How about another name? Maybe something more…not so obviously canine?” Feliciano continued to stroke the dog’s fur as he pondered on what to name him.

“What’s shakin, bacon!” Gilbert grinned as he and Matthew walked up to them. “What’s with the dog?”

“Ludwig bought him for me! Isn’t he gorgeous?” Matthew knelt down next to Feli to admire the dog as well, petting its fur.

“Oh yeah? That’s nothing! Check THIS out!” Gilbert held up a small wooden birdcage that held a small, fat yellow bird. “I won this chick in an axe throwing game! Perfect shot each time! Ladies, I would like you all to meet Gilbird!” The little bird gave a tweet from its perch. “Now THAT’S a name!” Ludwig looked down at Matthew.

“And you want to breed this man?”

“HEY!” Gilbert gave him the finger.

“I know! Lets name him ‘Gilbert’! We’ll call him ‘Gilly’ for short!”

“What?! You can’t do that! That dog looks nothing like me!” Ludwig thought about it and he smiled, nodding his head.

“Yes, Feli. I fully agree on that name. Gilbert, sit.” The dog sat down and Gilbert, just on a mindless reflex, attempted to sit on the ground before he caught himself.

“Hey!” Gilbert puffed his cheeks out and Matthew hugged him.

“It’s okay, lover. They aren’t really going to name him ‘Gilbert’.” Ludwig smirked.

“No, I think we will. I like the obedience.” Gilbert was about to say something in his defense but then smirked.

“Very well, then! We’re off to prepare my awesomeness for the joust. And next time we come to visit you will have to ask yourself which ‘Gilbert’ took a shit on your dining room floor!” Ludwig gasped and went ridged but Gilbert just went off laughing. “Come on, Gilbird and Mattie!” Feliciano just frowned and looked up at a stone-cold Ludwig.

“Um…how about Spot?” Feli offered.

“Good enough.”

The time for the joust came and everyone was gathering around the small arena. Unlike the normal jousting, this was simply for entertainment rather than pride or honor. Only a few knights were participating along with Ludwig and Gilbert. Ivan and Alfred took their seats on the short dais with everyone standing around them. This dais was simple raised platform that could be carried anywhere with very subtle throne-like chairs. It was just the right size for castle ground outings. While the squires and servants were setting up the rail, Ivan leaned over to Alfred to speak to him.

“I spoke with Heracles. I told him about your proposal and he said he would bring it to the court right away. Since it is a proposal from the king and queen the judges will vote immediately. It may take a little bit of time but they will make it their number one priority.” Alfred smiled at him and took his hand.

“Thank you. I’m glad to see that you are showing me full respect. If it gets voted down then…well, at least I tried. It’s not as if I want you to die early, Ivan.” Alfred said seriously. “I want you to live until we are both old and gray. I only want to be recognized as an equal, that’s all.”

“I understand, Alfred.” He brought Alfred’s hand up and kissed the top. “Let us enjoy the joust and foliage, shall we?”

“And lets promise to see many more autumns in the future.”

“Deal.”

A few days had passed since the fall festivities and life was getting back to normal in the palace. Ludwig and Feliciano, along with their new ‘family member’, left for their house in the city. Gilbert and Matthew were still residing in the castle with their current matter of finding a suitable woman. Gilbert was having way too much fun with it. Francis and Arthur continued to be the seconds in command of the council, with Toris being the first. Vash was still the head of finances and Feliks the main tailor, now with his own line of clothing. Toris had to come down hard on him to help them make money to pay back the loan. Toris feared that soon Vash would be nailing threatening letters to his bedchamber door. Yao and Kiku would continue on exploring the world by sea while Heracles remained the ‘private’ royal judge. Speaking of which, Alfred was still waiting on his verdict and he paced aimlessly in their chamber.

“Sweetheart, you’re making the baby dizzy.” Ivan said, looking at Gabe as the little eyes followed his ‘dada’ back and forth.

“I just want to know the answer! I thought you said Heracles could have the verdict really soon!” Alfred said with slight annoyance. Ivan had just slipped on his nightshirt that matched Alfred’s. Long gone are the nights of ‘pretty’ and slightly uncomfortable sleepwear for the two of them.

“I did, didn’t I?” Ivan smiled and reached over to their vanity where a letter lay. “Oh, what’s this? It would seem I have forgotten about this. It is addressed to you and it has already been opened.” Ivan batt his eyelashes as he showed Alfred the courts wax seal. Alfred gasped.

“What?! You mean you’ve been hiding that?! How long have you had it?”

“It just arrived today. I wanted to give it to you privately.”

“So you open my mail beforehand?” Ivan smiled sheepishly.

“How could I resist?” Alfred marched up to him and ripped it from Ivan’s grip. Ivan folded his arms behind him as Alfred read the contents of the letter. His annoyed look slowly turned to one of happiness as he read the good news.

“They voted ‘yes’! If something happens to you I can legally become king! Only until Gabe is of ruling age, which is fine! I am very satisfied with this! WHOO HOO! From peasant to king!” Gabe read Alfred’s emotions and he clapped happily, squealing in delight. “And this is going to be one fine king when he grows up!” He went over to Gabe’s crib and squeezed his cheeks together. “But little princes in training should be getting ready for sleep.” Alfred lifted Gabe to lay him down in the crib and cover him up. Gabe knew that when his little lantern went out beside his crib it was time for bed. The boy was a very good sleepier and rarely needed coaxing. Once Gabe was properly tucked in, Alfred made sure the door was locked before leaping into the bed with Ivan crawling in beside him. “King Ivan and King Alfred! I like it!”

“You’re still ‘Queen Alfred’, my rose.” Ivan kissed his lips before settling down on his side and closing his eyes. Alfred settled under the covers with him and threw his arm over Ivan’s waist. He carefully lifted himself up so he could look down at Ivan.

“But should something happen to you, I would immediately be called ‘King Alfred’.”

“Yes, but nothing is going to happen to me.”

“Ah, you know, my love, I think there is something you aren’t realizing.” Alfred said in a teasing voice and Ivan just smiled, his eyes still closed.

“Oh? And what is that, pray tell?”

“That when you lock yourself in at night…you’re locking yourself in with the person who has the greatest motive to kill you.”

Ivan opened one violet eye and Alfred blew out the bedside candle.

The End.

***Once again, thanks to everyone who has stuck with this short series from the beginning! You guys are awesome and always gave me the ambition to write and write a LOT! I couldn’t thank you more! I’m sure some of you are sad to see the mini-series ending but I think it had a good run. I appreciate all the reviews filled with admiration and suggestions. I tried to take everyone’s suggestions and incorporate them into the story! You guys are great! Thanks for the support!

Also, a shout-out to all my Internet anime/Hetalia friends, old and new, for their continuous support! Oh, and my husband. :P

And just like the first story, thanks for putting up with my grammar mess-ups. I know I’ve had them throughout the story and did my best to make sure I did as much good as I could. Even though I edit my chapters I’m certain I missed stuff. I apologize to those who it bothers. (bows low)

I’m already working on my new fic and Decadence Escaping is on its last chapter and second ending. I am taking a break from Ivan/Alfred fic writing and trying my hand at something new. That’s all I will say. ^^

Thanks again for reading! Despite the flaws I know it had I hoped everyone enjoyed it as much as I did writing it! (hugs and kisses to all)
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