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White Crimson	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1109 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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***Warning: Hardcore yaoi, language

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

Chapter 13 Part 2

Gilbert danced with his sword in the snow, swinging it through the air to release some of the anxiety he was feeling. His white cloak flowed like a cloud behind him, blowing away the light snowflakes that fell. The courtyard was full of trees and hedges that Gilbert wanted to use for targets. He wanted to swing his blade against the snowy foliage but did not want to destroy the castle property. Instead, his blade continued to dance through the air.

A few days ago he was locked up in a cell, awaiting a trial that would end his life. Ludwig was going to be the one to kill him, yet now the man was his savior. His lover would be loyal and true, and Gilbert would be the same to him. It was hard for him to fully accept his feelings for Ludwig, fearing that he was betraying Fritz. That man was still his true love, and Gilbert could say that to himself without a doubt. Ludwig was filling a void, but the faithless man was not Fredrick. Everyone loved Fredrick.

'But will they love me?' Gilbert asked himself, pausing in his swordplay. He looked down at his boots. 'Will the people love me like they loved Fredrick? Can they ever forgive me for this fake treachery?' He looked up at the gray sky. 'Will my guilt ever cease? Will I always be haunted by the ghosts of the fallen? Fredrick, can you stop them? Can you give them peace?'

Another thought occurred to him, one he did expect but it worried him. In some small way, he was using Ludwig as a pawn in his game for the realm. While he had growing feelings for Ludwig, Gilbert still feared that he could never fully surrender his heart to the man. Gilbert's heart was still soft for his late king, but Ludwig was beginning to share a part of it. However, Gilbert was unsure of just how much. Love was a sign of weakness, and if it could, it would be used against you. He and Fredrick had to always be secretive in fear of being found out. Who knows what would have happened if Gilbert was caught kissing the king, or straddling his lap, or even sharing a private bath. Once Gilbert would be king, he would have to let his people know whom he loved, and that was Ludwig. Then others may use Ludwig against him, to get him to bend to their will. Ludwig was not a noble and would not be treated as such should he be caught. Gilbert couldn't bear it when Fredrick had fallen ill, and knew he wouldn't be able to handle Ludwig being abducted.

Then, a tiny little thought wiggled its way in to the join the previous one. This one ended with his death by Ludwig's hands. Should anything ever leak out about him loving Fredrick a bit more than Ludwig, his life would be destroyed. Ludwig would surely kill him for the man had that sort of dangerous and possessive personality. Fredrick had it too, but never with such viciousness as Ludwig. Gilbert even feared what Ludwig would do to anyone who made a move on him. Ludwig thought of Gilbert as his lover, and that feeling would only grow over time. To find that he would just be second best, Ludwig would bring that axe down so fast that Gilbert imagined being sliced in half.

Even now that his life was different, Ludwig, in a way, was still his death. 'But I must have him. I will be the king, unmarried, able to love whom I love. I can openly love Ludwig…and pray nothing happens to him for it. Yet I feel he will only be second best. I hope my heart can change, for if he should he ever realize that…'

Footsteps crunching in the snow made him turn around to see who was coming. He gave a light smile to see Roderich. "You hate the snow and the cold, so why are you out?" Gilbert asked.

"It's true, I prefer the sun and warmth." He straightened the cloak. "But I've come to tell you that your," he winked "is ready." The wink was their secret code to one another. This one from Roderich meant that Gilbert's hidden spirit alter was complete.

"And what about the dog?" The 'dog' was how they referred to Ludwig.

Roderich rubbed the bridge of his nose, his eyebrow twitching slightly. "The dog will be in the kennel shortly. No need to worry yourself. Come in and get warm. I'll order some hot tea for us in your chambers."

Gilbert gave a crooked smile and followed Roderich into the castle. However, upon entering, Gilbert was called away to see the king for a short time. Roderich went on ahead to the chambers and started to do some work while the tea was being brewed. He waited for a good hour until Gilbert returned, rubbing his lips with the back of his sleeve. The man locked the chamber doors behind him. A brown brow raised. "Don't tell me he's smitten with you already?" He stood. "Just what power do you hold over men?"

"And women." Gilbert pointed out. "Don't forget the women."

"Yes, them too. Perhaps you are of the flora spirit, tempting with beautiful color and sweet aromas."

Gilbert scoffed. "You're just jealous that I look better than you, and my dance card would be filled completely, even written on the back. Yours would have one, maybe two, on it. And the kid can't kiss for shit. It was big and sloppy, felt more like a hounds'. But to answer your previous question, yes, he is starting to grow attached to me. Blame it on the beginnings of manhood."

Roderich just rolled his eyes and beckoned Gilbert to follow him, taking a candle along the way. He lead the man to the far end of the wall that was decorated in tapestries. Each one had the changing seasons on it, embroidered with everything resembling its specific season. Gilbert thought there was something behind the tapestries, however, Roderich took him to the fireplace. The fireplace was decorated with wood while the inside was stone. To Gilbert's excited amazement, Roderich slid down a thin piece of the decorative wood, revealing a handle. With a heavy push, the side of the fireplace gave way, opening up to an area behind the wall. Both had to turn sideways to slip in. The candle lit their way, and Roderich took the other by the hand to help guide. Just a few strides away stood a small little area within a long hall. Propped against the wall was a small painted statue of the sun and moon together. At the base was the same relic that Gilbert had in the loose marble of the fireplace, only this one was slightly bigger. There were two small stacking shelves on either side with candles.

"It's not much, but considering the risk and circumstances, this is more than enough."

Gilbert smiled, looking upon the small alter. "It is…I will be as discreet as I can."

"For all our sakes." Roderich said. "Now, these hidden halls lead throughout the castle, mainly in the second level. I've shown Ludwig the way he can take. He should be coming by soon."

That made Gilbert grin. "We'll be hidden well behind these walls! I wish we knew these were here with Fredrick."

"Nothing would have been different, you know that. Fredrick was noble and honorable."

"Yeah…my old Fritz." Gilbert folded his arms. "I wish to stay here for a bit, if you don't mind?"

"Of course. I will leave the candle for you. But please, try not to take long and not to make a lot of noise."

"You got it. Thanks again, Roderich. For always helping me. I know you have your reasons and ambitions…but I appreciate it all the same. And I promise you, which is what you know you would get anyway, that you will be my advisor when I come to the throne."

"Yes. I will do the ruling. You just sit there and keep your hands and nose out of royal duty. King Gilbert of House Prussia is a figurehead, not a ruler."

Gilbert frowned. "That's a little harsh. I-"

"Wouldn't have gotten this far without me." Roderich finished for him. "Please, do not forget that." His tone was harsh.

"I won't." He needed Roderich, so snapping back at him would be disastrous. Roderick knew too much; he knew were all the skeletons were buried within Gilbert's life. While it would take a lot to have the man actually betray him, Gilbert never wanted to fuel the fire. "Thank you."

He waited for Roderich to leave before kneeling in front of the alter. Closing his eyes, he began to say a few prayers, adding in the protection of Ludwig, himself, and his friends. It was relaxing him, being here in front of the alter. The memories of the Lunar Temple were overriding the guilty ones, bringing him piece of mind. Times were simpler then, when he was young and just starting out. A king loved him, the spirits welcomed him, and his followers adored him. He was the strongest and most respected Moon knight, with others hanging on his every word or striving for his approval. His life was still like that, not much had changed; but there were more risks involved…and even more consequences.

"Will things ever be simple again?" Gilbert asked himself, hanging his head before the relic. He remembered Fredrick once saying that nothing was ever simple, but as long as you had just one person who supported you, nothing would seem that hard. Gilbert lifted his head and smiled, wondering if Fredrick had just sent that memory to ease his mind.

To the right came the echoing sound of boots, yet the walking was off. Gilbert cracked a smile, recognizing the sound of one with a limp. The slowly appearing glow of a torch grew along the wall as the other drew nearer. Gilbert stood up as Ludwig approached, the man coming in to full view. Ludwig was dressed in just his underclothes, but Gilbert wanted him to be naked from the waist up. The tunnel was damp and cold, yet he would like to see Ludwig's nipples grow hard from it. Such thoughts in front of the alter was disgraceful, and Gilbert would have to move them somewhere else. Even after all his current thoughts, he could still find himself in awe of Ludwig.

Before he could speak, Ludwig had already rushed over to him and crushed their lips together. Ludwig had one arm wrapped around his waist while the other held the torch. Gilbert moaned softly into the kiss but gingerly pulled away. "Ludwig, we can't do this here. Let's move further away."

"No. This is where I want to be." He kissed him hard again. "I've been away from you for too long…and in this attire you wear-" Ludwig looked him up and down "-I just can't wait."

Gilbert gave a little chuckle. "I thought you preferred me in red?"

"I do, but white suits you well." He turned the other towards the wall and pressed him back against it. Their lips met in a rough kiss with Ludwig dominating it.

Gilbert started to respond to it, kissing back with equal force. The thought of moving away from the alter still nagged at him, but the feel of Ludwig's lips and wandering hands were more powerful. He wrapped his own arms around the other's shoulders, tilting his head more into the kiss. Their tongues dueled and danced against one another, Ludwig's tasting of rich ale. Gilbert moaned a bit before pulling away, only to find the other grabbing his chin to bring him back into the kiss. Ludwig was being forceful with his rough kisses and grips. Gilbert had to wrestle his face away in order to speak. "Ludwig, please, not so hard! Don't leave any marks on me that would make someone suspicious!"

"I have to be gentle with you?" Ludwig grumbled softly and nuzzled the pale cheek. "I don't know if I can."

"We will both be killed if found out." Gilbert had to remind him.

"Then I will have to hold back on some things, then." He quickly undid the belt around Gilbert's waist to loosen the shirt. Fully undressing Gilbert would be dangerous, should anything come to happen. Since he could not leave love marks on that pale skin like he wanted to, Ludwig chose to go lower, pushing his hand down the other's pants. He heard Gilbert gasp when cupped, and then moan when he started stroking. Ludwig had to put his full weight on his good leg in order to sustain the leaning weight of Gilbert. The pale man was leaning into him, his hot breath and mewls of pleasure echoing in his ears. Ludwig stroked him further until he let his hand traveled further between Gilbert's legs to rub at his entrance.

"Ludwig…ah!" He shivered when he felt a finger slip inside of him. All other pestering thoughts escaped him the moment Ludwig's finger entered his body. A wave of lust rushed through him and he brought his face back around to kiss the other's lips. He pressed himself tight against Ludwig, allowing the man's finger to reach deeper. This action made Ludwig press in another finger to join the first, and he pulled away to cry out softly as his sweet spot was touched.

"Louder."

"We can't." Gilbert responded with a little whine. "We may be alone…but walls can echo." Pink eyes gazed into blue. "We can't get caught."

Ludwig frowned, but kept his fingers stretching the other. "So I won't be able to hear your cries until the current king is dead?" He inched his face closer to Gilbert's. "That makes my fingers itch for my axe."

Gilbert had to narrow his gaze. "Don't even. I have enough things at risk right now, Ludwig!" He shoved himself away from the man, forcing the strong fingers to be removed. "Learn to control yourself."

"When it comes to possessing you, I can't." He grabbed Gilbert by his upper arms and squeezed tight, making the other hiss softly. Ludwig brought them both down to the floor, forcing Gilbert to lay on his back before the alter. He first unclamped the white cloak so he could have full access to the creamy neck and shoulders. Gilbert was struggling against him meekly, but Ludwig could feel the erection pressing against his legs and the lustful blush on white cheeks. To keep the situation safe, Ludwig only pulled down Gilbert's pants to pool at the top part of the boots. Ludwig easily lifted Gilbert's bound legs up and over his shoulders, settling the limbs around his waist. Now Gilbert was naked from the waist down, bare and bound. "Do you dislike this?" He found himself asking.

"I should dislike it…" he propped himself up on his elbows "but I don't." The position left him fully open to Ludwig's advances. "I'm ready."

Ludwig pressed the tip of his erection against Gilbert's entrance, pausing only a moment to look upon the flushed face. With a satisfied grunt, he began to press inside the welcoming heat. Lack of muscle resistance and breathless gasps from the one beneath him made his blood burn hotter. Gilbert's pleasured-filled face sent him over the edge, gripping the narrow hips with both hands to lift the other higher. Sitting on his knees caused little pain, and the level was manageable. Nothing would stop him from fucking Gilbert in this very spot, pain or otherwise.

When Ludwig lifted his lower back from the floor, Gilbert felt the other's member travel deeper than ever before. His breath had caught in his throat, his nipples hardened, and his cock swelled further. Ludwig then pulled out halfway and gave a firm thrust back in. His sweet spot was nudged slightly, ringing a pleasured gasp from his throat. Then he felt the other pull back further before thrusting back fully, penetrating deep. The surprise thrust struck his prostate and he had to cover his mouth to conceal the cry that ripped from it. Gilbert did not have to do a thing, and he was grateful for the cloak beneath him. Ludwig's rough thrusts were rocking him against the fabric, his heels bounced against Ludwig's lower back. The other was literally pulling his body on and off of his cock. Gilbert could only arch his back and cover his face, trying to keep his pleasured cries quiet. It was getting harder to keep his voice soft for Ludwig's thrusts were striking every bit of him at the perfect angle. Tears of ecstasy pooled in his eyes as he felt his body nearing its peak. Ludwig didn't seem to be anywhere near done on his end.

'Keep tightening up…I like that.' Ludwig said to himself, blinking away beads of sweat despite the cold area. When he saw the tears in Gilbert's pink eyes, there was the fear that he was hurting him. However, when those pink eyes rolled back, Ludwig knew it was everything but pain. With the tightening of Gilbert's muscles, Ludwig knew he was close. He kept his pace the same, knowing he would cum only after Gilbert did. "Cum for me."

Gilbert was already there when Ludwig made the command, ejaculating onto his stomach and tunic. He had to cover his mouth as the choked gasped came one after the other. It made his throat ache to hold in all the sounds he wanted to voice. He never wanted this kind of pleasure to end, but it did when the other stilled inside of him to release. Gilbert was able to pull his hands away to let out soft moans while the shot cum pooled inside of him. Ludwig had leaned down to be closer to him, still keeping himself engulfed inside his body.

"Why are you still crying?" Ludwig asked softly.

"I'm not crying." Ludwig's finger gently traced under his eye. "They're pleasure tears."

"Are you certain?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

Ludwig kissed his lips. "Just making sure. I know this was fast and-"

"Awesome." He smiled and leaned up to kiss Ludwig. "Best fuck with you I've had." He smirked. "Must be because we're often apart."

"Yes." Ludwig pulled out only to rest his weight atop the other, holding Gilbert close. "I did what I could to control myself with you. Yet, when I saw you next to this alter, in your white clothing, looking at me with those eyes…I had to take you. My Gilbert." He nuzzled behind Gilbert's ear.

"My Ludwig." Gilbert responded, which was met with a shockingly tight bear hug. 'He is lonely…and he really does care for and love me.' Gilbert stroked the rough blonde hair. 'He loves me a bit more than I love him.' He was reminded of a time when he cuddled close to Fredrick like this, and cursed himself for even thinking of it at this time. It was unfair to Ludwig. Now he was emotionally uncomfortable. "I should go."

"Stay with me? Just a bit longer." Ludwig pressed himself against Gilbert's groin, letting him feel the growing erection.

"No, Ludwig, not twice. It's too risky. You should-" Ludwig cut him off with a kiss and few rocks against his own groin.

Ignoring all rational thought, Gilbert wrapped his arms around Ludwig and allowed another round of love-making within the walls.

/

It had been a long walk back to the barracks, but Ludwig managed to make it. He flopped onto his bed with a sigh, even smiling up at the ceiling. His lust was sated for awhile, but his groin was still stirring. Thinking about Gilbert, he let his hand slip under his pants to rub his erection. He pictured that pale face alight with blush and lust. Closing his eyes and slipping his pants down, Ludwig imagined Gilbert sucking him off, wearing nothing but the crown. He moaned softly, making a mental note to have Gilbert do this to him next time.

"Ludwig, I saved you some- GAHH!" Ludwig sat up straight and Feliciano fumbled to keep the bowl of soup on the tray. "I'm sorry!" He closed his eyes tightly.

Ludwig had an angry blush across his face and growled at the other. "Announce yourself next time! You don't just barge in on a man in the middle of the night!"

"I'm very sorry! I didn't mean it!" With his eyes still closed and his head lowered, he offered the tray to Ludwig. "I…I noticed you weren't here for dinner, so I saved you some potato soup. I'll just…leave it on the floor…until you're…finished."

"I'm sorry for hollering at you. We are both men in the end."

"Ah…yes."

"You can look now. I'm through." Now that his concentration was broken, his knee was throbbing in pain from the previous strenuous activity. "Damn knee…"

Feliciano, still holding the soup, opened his eyes. "Are you in pain with your knee?"

"It's just the cold weather. Makes it ache."

"Would you like me to rub it for you?" Feli asked with a soft blush and a smile.

Ludwig raised a brow at the other man. "Are you always this…personable and friendly to men?"

"Veh~ I just like to be nice to everybody! If I help them, then they'll help me! I have no trouble with wanting to rub your knee for you."

The idea of a warm meal while his knee was being rubbed was an opportunity he did not want to pass up. "Very well. I appreciate it greatly. And I'll have some of that soup." He smiled. "Did you make it?"

"I did. I hope you enjoy it." He handed Ludwig the soup before kneeling on the floor to rub tenderly at the knee. "Where were you? Out for a walk?"

Ludwig was scooping up the creamy broth and pieces of potato. "Yes."

"In this weather?"

"I have my reasons." The soup was delicious and the delicate massaging from the other only added to it. "You're kind to be doing this. Aren't you worried you'll get taken advantage of by being so nice and trusting?"

Feli looked up at him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean people will use you to their advantage and give nothing back. And look at how nice you are being to a stranger. How do you know I won't pull out a knife and slit your throat?"

He gasped. "You would never do that."

"But how do you know? I'm a soldier, an executioner, and now a private assassin. I do kill people." Amber eyes looked up at him with hurt innocence.

"People aren't all like that. And I'm not worried being here in the barracks. Everybody likes me! If anyone was being rough with me, the other guys would beat them up! I'm perfectly safe here." He smiled. "Thank you for your concern, though." He continued the massage. "Does it feel better at all?"

Ludwig nodded. "Do this for me every night." He joked.

"Okay! I will!"

"That was a joke." Ludwig stated. "You don't have to do it."

"Oh, I don't mind." Feli smiled happily, humming a tune as he continued to rub Ludwig's knee.

'He's weird, but makes good food.' Ludwig gulped down the rest of the soup.

/

Gilbert could not fall asleep despite how tired he was. After his coupling with Ludwig, he had quickly washed himself with the basin water and changed his clothing into his nightwear. He had put the soiled clothes on the very bottom of the linen basket. Should anyone ask, he was simply pleasuring himself and got carried away. Honest answer. But that was not why he couldn't get to sleep. There was something troubling him. It felt like anxiety, but had a touch of fear along with it. He tossed and turned on the large bed, trying to close his eyes. Every time he tried, they would only open again. The fire was slowly dying and the room was getting darker. Gilbert had always enjoyed the darkness and its sounds. However, the winter snow keeps the outside noises quiet and the dark lasts for much longer. Why was he so afraid of the dark and the silence?

He turned back to the window and froze, seeing someone standing by the pane. It was a ghostly form, but Gilbert could make out all the features. He sat up and looked closely at the person, recognizing the form. "Alfred?" Now that he knew who it was, he wasn't scared. There was no reason to fear your friend, ghost or not. If he were even a ghost…and if he were even really there. Still, Gilbert got out of bed and slipped his fur robe on, joining the image by the window. There was not a trace of fear in him, and it still surprised him. The look upon Alfred's face was distant and troubling. Whether Alfred was real or not, Gilbert found he had to speak with him. "I'm sorry for your death, Alfred. It shouldn't have happened. I'm trying to make everything right again, so please, don't despise me?"

Alfred's form blinked slowly and turned to face him. He shook his head and turned back to the window, trying to see out further.

"Do you miss Ivan?" Alfred's face saddened further and he lowered his head. "I never wanted that to happen, Alfred. Ivan chose his death…I would have stopped it, if I could." Alfred just looked at him. "Please, forgive me. Your death weighs heavily on my conscience." Alfred looked out the window once again. "That night in Lizzy's room…were you crying for Ivan?" He nodded. "Just for Ivan? Or for something else as well?" Alfred nodded and pointed to the city. He placed both his hands on the glass and continued to gaze out into the dark. Gilbert didn't know what else to say, the ghost wasn't talking. "Is there…something out there? Something bad?"

The vision of Alfred nodded and then slowly faded away. Gilbert suddenly woke up in bed, his pink eyes stinging with tears. It had only been a dream, and yet it had seemed so real. When he turned to look at the window there were two handprints there, the same spots where Alfred had touched. Gilbert's eyes widened as he continued to stare at the marks. Were they really there? Was he still dreaming? Or was he going insane?

The sun was just starting to rise, shining through the window, but the handprints were still there. Gilbert couldn't take it any longer. He jumped out of bed and quickly dressed into his royal attire, keeping his back to the window the whole time. Getting out of this haunted room was the first thing he had to do, then he would rush to speak with Elizaveta about Alfred. If those handprints were real, then something bad was going to happen and Alfred had been here to him. He would have to be on guard from now on.

But after a short while, as he was on his way to see Lizzy, a guard stopped him. The guard said that one of the councilmen wanted to see him by order of the king. He did not need this, but went with the guard to one of the many council rooms. While entering, Gilbert forced himself to smile and greeted the councilman. "Good morning, good sir."

"Ah, your grace." The middle-aged man stood. "You look handsome this morning, in that white attire and crown."

"Well, I am a queen, after all. It's my job to look the best for our majesty."

"Yes, well, his majesty has a concern or two about your loyalty to our religion."

Gilbert's heart skipped a beat. "What concerns are these? I am still learning the new religious ways."

"Oh, it's not that." The man smirked, and Gilbert did not like it. "You see, the king has to know if you are truly sincere in your devotion to the religion and to him. There have been whispers. So, there is a task, or rather, a test, that you must complete."

Now he was suspicious. "A test?" The image of Alfred and his warning came to him. "What kind of test?"

The councilman took a seat and folded his hands. "We have captured a rebel leader of yours. He is going to be burned tomorrow in the city square. To prove your honor and devotion to the realm, his majesty would like YOU to ignite the pyre." Gilbert's eyes widened and watched as the man stood up once again. "This man is accused of other things as well, such as witchcraft and poisoning a high lord. We shall see you tomorrow in the city square." He walked past Gilbert. "Good day to you, your majesty."

Gilbert's whole body began to shake, thinking of Alfred's troubled face and how the man pointed to the city. 'Please…don't let it be who I think it is…' but there was only one rebel leader he knew of that preformed such dark arts. Oh, but how he hoped his thoughts were wrong.

End Chapter 13 Part 2 TBC

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