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Different Hearts, Same Love	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1572 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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***Warnings: Language, non-con

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.

Chapter 11

Francis' face was met with a slap, stinging his right cheek.

"It shouldn't matter whose 'temple' we're in, Francis! What I speak of is simple cruelty! Cruelty to animals, by people who don't know what they're doing or don't care to know!"

Francis held his cheek. "Arthur, I don't own this house nor do I have control over what is done here. That is for my aunt and uncle to do. If you're going to bitch and moan about something, then wait until the bosses come home."

"Francis. Listen. To. Me." Arthur poked his finger at Francis' chest. "Animals have saved your life many times in the woods. Just because these particular animals are farm raised and domesticated does not mean they aren't any less important! Give something back to the animal community!"

"Blah, blah, blah." Francis walked back to his pillow bed and flopped on it. "Arthur, I can't do anything about this. I already told you. I will back you one hundred percent when my relatives come back."

"NO! It has to be done NOW!" He glared at the other. "You should be ashamed of yourself! Look at you, sitting atop your fancy bed, drinking wine and smoking mellow-grass, sleeping with whomever you choose! I want to put YOU out there in that fenced in field just like those innocent baby animals! Just so you know what it feels like!"

Francis rubbed the stubble of his beard, giving the other an amused look. "Sorry, but I've already been in the freezing cold when I traveled with you." He threaded his fingers and crossed his legs casually. "Also, both mellow-grass and wine come from the earth, so I would think you'd approve just for that factor. So your argument is invalid."

"I HATE YOU!" Arthur screamed at him and it echoed through the hall. "You'll never change! You're a disgusting human being!" He spat on the floor in front of Francis' bed.

"Arthur…" he tilted his head back with a sigh "I gave you an answer. You just have to wait until my aunt and uncle get back.

"But you're missing the point! It's- " Arthur threw his hands up angrily. "Arrrrgh! FORGET IT! I might as well explain it to that wall over there! I'll get the same result!"

Francis rubbed his temples. This man could be so stubborn. "Look, Arthur…if it will get you to be quiet and leave my room so I can enjoy MY life-style, then I will give you permission to deal with this animal business on your own. Go into the top drawer on that desk and take out one of the papers. Bring me a quill and ink."

Arthur went to do so, but he was steaming and scowling the entire time. Gathering the necessary items he brought them over to Francis and waited for the letter to be written. He wanted to take the point of that quill and shove it in one of those blue eyes. Why was Francis choosing not to help him? The forest seemed to think that he would, but Arthur was beginning to grow concerned. Francis was in power at this very moment; able to rule alongside his cousin, Matthew. So why was he being so pig-headed about helping the animals?

"Here, this is the paper. It bears my signature and gives you written permission to fix whatever the problem is with the animals. Happy now?"

"Ecstatic!" Arthur said with heavy sarcasm and ripped the paper from Francis' hands.

"You're welcome." Francis called after the retreating man.

/

Arthur hurried back to the stables, seeing the baby animals still huddling together for warmth outside. They all turned their heads to look at him as he passed, begging for his help with their eyes. Arthur was determined to set things right here in the stables. Once he was done here, then he could focus on correcting other issues here in the city. There had to be many more.

He walked up to the stableman from before, held the document in the man's face, and glared. "See this? This is a document from nobleman Francis Bonnefoy stating that I have permission to fix things here in the stable!"

The man seemed unimpressed. "Yeah, so? Big deal. Like I care how the work gets done, so long as I get paid. Go ahead."

'Really…no one actually cares.' Arthur said to himself, looking at the paper. 'These people just don't care. How often I am remembered of why I left this environment.'

For the next hour or so, Arthur worked endlessly to reorganize the animals in their stalls. The man was not lying when he said that there was no room for all the younger stays, but there had to be something he could do. Francis was the only one here who could help him. He had to make the snobbish pervert understand. 'Think, Arthur, there has to be a way to snap him out of his ignorance!' He stepped out into the cold and shivered, looking at the animals in the pen. They needed shelter. Any shelter would do. Arthur would have to ask, no, he would TELL the stable helpers that a new barn had to be built.

"I must make a strong case." Arthur looked from the pen to the manor, and his lips formed a devilish smirk.

/

Francis was still in his room, drinking his wine and making up a merry tune about himself. "I am the swan; and I dance, dance, dance! I am the swan; and I prance, prance, prance! So gorgeous! So handsome! You must love meeeeeee!" He continued to sing the song until he heard some strange sounds coming from outside his door. Curious, Francis sat up and looked towards the door.

Suddenly, Arthur thrust the door open and a stream of baby farm animals piled through the frame. Francis was in shock, unable to find his voice to scream as a little goat pranced manically over him. For such a small animal, the goat was able to trample Francis enough to where the man just lay stunned on his back for a moment. Sitting up quickly, he got a full look of the madhouse that his room had now become. Colts were running around, their hooves sliding on the marble floor so they crashed into things. The lambs were bleating as they tugged on the curtains, rugs, and plants. Piglets squealed and oinked, getting in to anything and everything. Francis shrieked and started to panic, yet did not notice the baby goat now chewing on his hair.

Arthur stood by the door, leaning on its frame with his arms and legs crossed. "I didn't know you had kid, Francis."

"A…a kid?" Francis turned his head slowly to see the baby goat munching on his hair. It looked at him with its rectangle shaped pupils, giving a tiny 'mehhh'. "Ahhh! Get off!" He shoved the goat away, but it escaped with several long strands of blonde hair.

Arthur smirked. "The baby animals needed to stay somewhere warm. So I thought, well, while I wait for the approval on building a new stable, I can put them here! I mean, look at all this room you have, Francis. Nice strong walls, fireplaces keeping you warm, constant stream of food. Don't you think? Am I right?"

Francis growled. "My fist says differently." He stood up. "EVERYONE OUT! OUT! ALL OF YOU! BEASTS OF BURDEN! OUT!" The animals ignored him. Francis frowned. Arthur laughed. "Alright…alright, I give up. I surrender. Call off your army."

Arthur said nothing, but the animals all gathered together and exited the room. He looked to Francis with a satisfied smirk. "So, will you take control and see to it that a new, bigger stable is built for your LARGE number of animals? Will you sit down and listen to WHY this type of breeding is wrong?"

"Yes. Yes, I will. Now get this kid off me!" The baby goat was back to munching at his clothes.

"Nope, sorry, he won't move. He wants to stay with you." Arthur mocked. "Like father, like son…narrow 'sighted'."

"You're saying my eyes look like rec-" he frowned "I get the joke. Now, get out of my room. And do something with those animals! Keep them in your room!"

"Focus on your own pet." Arthur slammed the door behind him.

Francis grumbled and drummed his fingers on his knees. The goat made a sound again, but Francis pushed it away from his robes. "These are not food." He looked into the goat's pupils and frowned. "Narrow 'sighted' huh?" With a growl, he stood up from the bed and marched over to the nearest potted plant. "Did you tell him to do this?" He questioned the plant, and then smacked a hand to his face. "Can't blame THAT on the mellow-grass."

He stood up from the plant and turned, but heard something squish beneath his feet. It was soft…and it was WARM. Slowly, he glanced down at his right foot, seeing that he had stepped in pellet manure. The goat looked at him from the bed, its legs tucked comfortably beneath its body and wagged its tiny tail. Francis looked from the goat, to the plant, then back to the goat, and then to ALL the plants.

"So, you're all on HIS side, hm? We'll see about THAT!"

/

A servant strolled by with a basket of laundry, but paused when she saw about ten potted or hanging plants outside of Francis' room. There was a little goat happily and calmly munching on the leaves.

/

"Isn't this a nice surprise!" Arthur beamed. "How quickly we start forming the base of a new stable! It's a new day!"

Arthur stood and watched the builders bringing over piles and piles of wood. His gaze narrowed at the large trees piled atop one another. Their trunks were thick and appeared to have been chopped down recently. It was impossible for such large trees to be taken down so quickly, unless there was another reason. 'What a minute…something's not right." Arthur ran in the direction of where the trees were coming from, but there was nothing other than a dirt road. 'I must see further.'

Running back inside, Arthur made his way to the roofs. It took a bit of ladder climbing to find the right roof that would be the tallest. Once found, Arthur climbed up to the top and stood, looking out over the city. What he saw stopped his heart, as if a bolt of lightening had struck it. Outside the city was a barren land of tree stumps stretching far and wide. Hundreds of workers carried, cut, and moved the trees all around. There was one area that was set afire to burn up the stumps. They were clearing the land but giving nothing back.

Arthur could hear the trees screaming and crying as they were destroyed. The animals around were howling and wailing in fear at the continuing loss of their home. He had to cover his ears from all the sounds for they were tearing him apart inside. His heart began beating at a rapid pace and his breath came in short pants. All he could do was stare at the disaster before him. The men could not see the outer realm, but Arthur could. His eyes turned red as he gazed upon the clearing, seeing the blood leaking from the stumps. Some of the spirits and fairies lay on the ground, their bright colors fading. Workers and wagons constantly ran over the beings, not seeing, not knowing, and not caring.

Arthur couldn't take it anymore, so he rushed down from the roof as fast as possible. He left he manor wall through the gate and took off down the road, not caring who he bumped into. They weren't humans anyway, not in his vision. The people were a mix of melting skin and bone, fading away as he ran past. All that mattered was getting to the forest clearing and try to stop what was befalling the trees. The closer he got the louder the cries became. Arthur stumbled, toppling to the stone road. He had to curl into himself and cover his head from the sounds, wishing they would stop. The sounds were making it near impossible to concentrate or do anything. It felt as if he were dying right along with it.

'No! I can't give up! I can't stop!' He forced himself to stand. 'No one here will defend the forest, so it has to be me! I'm the only one that can save it! I have to stay strong! I just…almost lost it there.' He placed a hand over his heart. 'There is only me.'

Taking a deep breath, Arthur clenched his fists at his sides and walked into the construction area. Before he could go further with his investigation, he had to find out the reasoning for all this massive destruction of nature. He spotted a man with a writing box and quill who appeared to be surveying the area. This man would be a good person to ask. Keeping himself as calm as possible, Arthur approached the man. "Excuse me, sir?"

"A slave?" The man blinked. "What are you doing out here all alone? Where is your master?"

Arthur glared. "I have no mas- " he paused "I have no master that is cruel or unkind. I am allowed to roam as I please. I bear the Bonnefoy colors on my s-slave collar." It was hard to get the word 'slave' out. "I just have something, well, a few things to ask you, sir. You see, I love trees, and I get sad seeing you cut all these down. What use are they? Where are they all going?"

"Oh, a Bonnefoy resident." The man cleared his throat. "Well, most of these trees are cut down and sent to build or repair homes. Others are being used to make ships, enabling overseas trade to travel faster. But a large portion of it is just slashed and burned. We need to make room for our expanding city." The man smiled, but Arthur frowned.

"So you just…burn them…because they're in your way?"

He nodded. "Pretty much. There's no profit in a bunch of overgrown trees. They're just sitting here doing nothing."

"And…if I may be so bold as to ask…but why aren't you replacing all these cut trees with new ones? Saplings. Simple saplings around the area?"

"Ha! That costs money, slave. People aren't really going to pay more in taxes and property to pay for some saplings. You got to pay the person to seed them, pay to grow them, pay for the transporting and planting, pay for the up keeping, the list just goes on! They're better off as firewood."

"Thank you…for your…time and understanding."

Arthur walked away from him, slowly picking up speed as he ran through the destruction. The men looked at him strangely, some even trying to stop him. Arthur did not know where he was going, but the dead bodies of forest spirits were leading him somewhere. It was strange how the woods around him had suddenly grown quiet. The still standing trees were crying out in sorrow and despair for their lost comrades. Yet now they were all silent. Why? What was the reason? Suddenly, something had gripped Arthur around the waist, yanking him to a halt.

"Yo! What's this we got here!" Said a large worker, his thick arm wrapped tightly around Arthur's waist.

"LET ME GO!" Arthur sneered at him. "LET GO OF ME! NOW!" He elbowed the man under the jaw, forcing the other to release him. But another jumped in front of Arthur to block him. Arthur tried to turn away, yet another worker blocked him as well. That was when Arthur saw that four men surrounded him, each one seemingly bigger than the other. They were all covered in sawdust and grime.

"What's a little slave mouse like you doing out among the big boys, eh?" Said one. "Where's your master?"

"I have no master." Arthur said darkly.

"Yet you have a collar saying you are." The first one said, still rubbing his chin. "You know what happens to pretty slaves that wonder around without their master?"

"No. But I do know what happens to men who threaten someone like me." He warned.

"Threatened? By YOU?" One said with a laugh. "There's nothing scary around you!"

They all started to close in on him, and Arthur desperately started to look for means of a fast escape. Fighting back was something he wanted to avoid, for if he failed, these men would gang up on him with no thought.

"Such pretty eyes and hair…I like yellow hair." The fourth one plucked a strand from Arthur's head.

Arthur did not flinch. "Get away from me. I swear…if you don't back off right now…" a shiver of fear went through him. "I will be forced to tell my master. And you will all be punished!" It was the truth, though. Arthur would tell Francis about these men and he doubted the nobleman would dismiss him. "I'm from the Bonnefoy house!" They continued to surround him, his threats not working. 'It's fight or flight…fight or flight.' His eyes darted around to each male, seeing that familiar glint of power and lust in their eyes. 'Can't flight…FIGHT!'

Arthur pulled his fist back, appearing to be ready to punch yet used his knee instead. The knee met with one man's groin, forcing him onto the ground. The other three were shocked for a second, and then went to jump on him. Arthur ducked and managed to shove his way past two of them. Now he was free, and ran he did. The men followed him right away, easily running him down. Arthur tried to zigzag out of the way, making a quick dash to the right. But he was outnumbered four to one, and then he was tackled to the ground. Arthur thrashed until he was on his back, using hands and elbows to strike at the man on top of him. The other two men pulled his arms away, holding his wrists vise like grips. Arthur still had free use of his legs, so he kicked hard and hollered as loud as he could.

There was nothing. No one was coming to help him. The forest was dead in this place, so there was no spirits or animals to save him. Arthur focused his mind and eyes on the clouds above him, his body still struggling while his bottom clothing was removed. The forced entry was painful, but Arthur would not give them the satisfaction of crying out. Instead, he continued to star up at the sky as his body forcefully rocked back and forth. He left the human world because of its ignorant cruelties. This was not the place for him. He had left because it was not where he belonged. And when the second man forced their way inside, he lost all feeling and the will to struggle. There may have been tears in his eyes, but his pain and sorrow was nothing like what the forest was feeling. His pain was minimal.

Arthur never felt the men being pulled off of him, but heard someone shouting 'stop that' and 'get off'. The voice was not familiar, but Arthur's mind was a hundred miles away. Someone tugged him into a sitting position, and the pain in his backside brought him back to the present. He hissed sharply, clenching his eyes shut as the man was trying to speak to him. All Arthur could hear were the words, 'are you okay' and 'can you stand'. He finally opened his eyes to see another man, covered in sawdust, looking at him with mild concern. The man asked again if he was all right.

"T-Take me…to…to the…the…Bonnefoy house." Arthur told the man.

The man helped Arthur walk, covering him with a borrowed cloak. Arthur was helped up onto a firewood wagon that would drop him off at Francis' manor. He gently thanked the man, but would not meet his gaze. The wagon jerked into motion and Arthur just held the cloak tightly around himself. He hardly realized they had made it back to the house, but the man with the cart lifted him from the wagon. Arthur felt his knees wobble, but caught himself before he could fall. The cart driver offered to walk him to the door, but Arthur kindly rejected the offer. Some human beings were still good at heart, but they were narrow-minded and ignorant beyond belief. He continued his way up the front steps, receiving questionable looks from the guards.

"I need to see Francis." Arthur said flatly. "Bring me to Master Francis." One guard stared at him, and then gave a curt nod.

"Come with me."

Arthur followed the guard who lead him to Francis' room, still surrounded by potted plants. However, Arthur's battered and bleeding form caught the attention of other servants and guards, so they followed him. The guard knocked and Francis called to him. He stated that Arthur was here, asking to see him. Arthur heard Francis say 'send him in'. The guard stood aside and Arthur entered the room.

Francis was lounging on his bed, stuffing himself full of bread and cheese. He turned to look at Arthur, and then nearly choked on the cheese in his mouth. He spit the remains out in his hand and tossed them to the floor. "ARTHUR?" Francis got down from the bed and ran to him. "Arthur, what happened?"

Arthur looked at him, and then collapsed into Francis' arms. "They will kill us all." He whispered.

"Who?" Francis held him close, bringing them both to the floor. "Whom do you speak?"

"The human race…all of them…monsters…!"

"Master Francis, is he alright?" asked a slave girl. Many others, all concerned about Arthur, accompanied her.

Francis looked down at Arthur's lost face, and saw that his eyes were tinted red. He gasped softly, and then quickly covered Arthur's eyes against his chest. If word got out about Arthur's strange eyes and powers, the people would think him a demon or a witch. "He is well. I shall look after him. Go. All of you. Return to your duties!" Francis commanded, and all obeyed him. He needed to be alone with Arthur, for he knew what had happened to the man. "Arthur? We're alone now." He nuzzled the blonde hair. "Tell me what happened?"

"They…are killing the forest." Arthur whispered against his chest. "The trees are dying…they scream in pain and howl in sorrow! I saw them bleeding! Francis…oh Francis, it's horrible! You people are destroying the world!" Arthur looked at Francis' melting form, and he gasped. "It's destroying you too!"

"Destroying me? Arthur, what in the world are you talking about? You're delirious. Come rest in the bed and we will talk more." Francis held him by the hand and walked Arthur to the bed, lying down beside him. "Now tell me what happened. And I don't want to hear about the forest! I want to know what happened to YOU."

Arthur turned red eyes onto him, his face stern and stoic. "I was raped. That's all. But that is not what is important! The forest-"

"FUCK THE FOREST!" Francis hollered, startling both himself and Arthur. "Forgive my language, Arthur." He took the other's hand. "But I despise rape, and you are a friend of mine. Knowing that you were attacked because of that slave collar saddens me."

Arthur shook his head. "I don't care about my body. Sex means nothing. I am here to help the forest."

"But not kill yourself as it happens." Francis gritted his teeth. "Arthur, you do not deserve to get raped! I don't care about the forest right now! I care about you! Tell me who did, and I will see that they suffer. I will pay hired hands to tear them apart!"

Arthur's eyes widened and he turned to focus the now green eyes onto the other man. "Why? Why try to protect me when I tried to kill you?"

Francis looked at him for a moment, and then sighed. "Think what you will about humans…but the right humans know which parts are important and which are not. Right now, your well-being is important to me, no matter how annoying you are."

Arthur gazed at him. "Do you mean that?"

"Yes…I do." Francis responded honestly. "I am a human being…I know when another human needs help and comfort. Let me call a hot bath for you. That will make your body feel better."

Arthur glared at him. "I don't care about my body!" He gripped Francis' tunic shirt front. "Put a stop to that destruction! Don't forget that the trees helped to keep you safe! What will you give back to the tree community for their protection? They've called us both here to protect them since they have protected us!"

"Arthur…I…I don't know what you want me to do?"

He sat up, glaring at Francis. "You will stop the destruction of the forest! The forest spirits sent me here to help save them! You are in power, so you must stop all of this from happening! Do it! Do it now!" Arthur's eyes were furious.

Francis frowned. "This is not my place, Arthur. This is-" Arthur spit on him.

"To hell with you, Francis Bonnefoy!" He stood up, glaring green eyes at blue. "Grow a fucking set of balls that you constantly go on about! You are just as selfish and as cruel as the rest of the human race! You just take, and take, and take! You are a useless, worthless, greedy lot! You disgust me!" He hollered the last part. "I rather be raped then see the humans destroy such rich land for useless gain and finical support!"

Francis was in shock as he stared at him. "Arthur…you aren't thinking properly. You are traumatized. Please, come back and lay down."

"NO! No, to hell with you, Francis! Fuck you, and the high horse you rode in on! FUCK YOU!" Arthur stormed to the door.

"ARTHUR! ARTHUR WAIT!" Francis went to go after him, but Arthur was already out the door. "DAMN IT!" Francis cursed. "What do you want me to do, Arthur? I can't change the world! I can't! I'm only one man! I can't change everything for you!" He sat back on the bed, burying his face in his hands. "I can't do it…I don't have the authority…or the willpower to do it." He whispered to himself. "Arthur…for now…please, forgive me?"

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