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White Crimson	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1111 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 19
- 20
***Warnings: Language, use of poison, minor violence, FLUFF

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

Chapter 20 Part 2: Final

"Excited about your new home?" Gilbert grinned at Ludwig from across the carriage seat.

Ludwig had his arms crossed while gazing out the window. "I am in some ways. In others, I'm a bit nervous. I know I'll catch on quick, though."

Roderich was sitting next to Gilbert and added, "Ludwig, it's a big job to run a household. Even the man you are living with only knows how to run a kitchen, not a household. I will be back to help you as soon as the 'deed' is complete."

"That will be awhile." Gilbert pointed out. "I mean, Ludwig's not going to destroy the castle or anything in that time." He laughed loudly, making Roderich casually plug one of ears.

"I'm sure Feli and I will figure something out. Besides, the servants are there and they know what has to be done. There is nothing wrong with learning from the workforce that keeps the castle going." Ludwig was pleased at the slightly annoyed look from Roderich.

"Oh, about that." Gilbert poked his finger in Ludwig's chest. "We'll be separated for awhile so I don't want you getting lonely and screwing your little steward! I'll know if you do. I'll ask all the servants and even TORTURE them for answers! You're mine and no one else's, got that?" He was serious.

Ludwig gave a curt nod. "You don't have to worry, I will not sleep with him. However, to keep others from growing suspicious, we will have to share a bed." That made Gilbert frown. "But nothing more than that, I promise you." Gilbert still appeared suspicious, but the man just nodded at him.

Upon arrival at House America, Feliciano and all the servants were waiting outside for them. Gilbert exited first and everyone bowed to him. Roderich was the next to emerge but everyone stood up, which also annoyed him. Then when Ludwig appeared, everyone bowed again but Feliciano ran up to him. "We've been waiting for you to come!"

Gilbert shoved his way between Ludwig and Feliciano, grinning. "Splendid to see you again, Feli! How about you just invite us in instead of letting us freeze our asses off out here?" He waved his finger at Feliciano. "That's not being a good host." Ludwig rolled his eyes and Feliciano 'eeped'.

"Your majesty, this is my home and Feliciano did not know." Ludwig answered, giving Gilbert a poke in the back. "So calm yourself." Ludwig saw the sideways glare from his lover. "Now then, let's go inside."

Inside, the four men sat at the feasting table while the servants slowly brought out their food. Ludwig was allowed to sit at the head of the table despite Gilbert being the highest rank. He and Feliciano sat on opposite sides of Ludwig with Roderich at the other end. Gilbert was asking Feliciano a bunch of questions about his past, and the man hardly had any answers. Ludwig could see the timid young man shaking openly, so he stepped on Gilbert's foot under the table. Gilbert made a little sound of discomfort but immediately retaliated by kicking him back, in his bad knee. Ludwig bit his lip to keep from crying out in pain.

"Is everything alright?" Roderich asked them with a raised brow.

"We're fine." Gilbert smirked and stood up. "I wish to have a private word with our new Lord of House America." He looked at Feliciano. "Where is a good room for us to speak 'privately'?"

Feliciano gulped and stood up as well. "Follow me." He answered in a squeaky tone. Ludwig got up and followed them, but made sure Gilbert saw his annoyed glare. Feliciano did not have to lead them far to the small library. "This one is empty."

"Thanks. And don't let anyone bother us unless it is VERY important!" Feliciano nodded, quickly closing the door behind them. Gilbert made sure it was locked, and then rushed to the windows to pull the curtains closed. He spun around with a smile, removing his cloak and crown. "There's not time to make love…but I want us to have a little time together." He blushed softly. "I'm not usually like this…but I could REALLY use some comfort."

Ludwig held his arms open, waiting for Gilbert to come to him. The queen walked over and into his arms, wrapping his own around Ludwig's waist. Ludwig held him gently, stroking the soft white hair beneath his palm. This was the first time outside of the prisoner chamber that Gilbert showed much need for comfort. Ludwig figured the murderer of the young king was weighing on his lover's mind. While he knew Gilbert was ready and prepared to carry out the plan, he was still a human with emotions.

"Don't tell ANYONE about this moment."

"I swear it on my life."

"Ludwig…" he buried his face in the other's chest. "I know you feel threatened by my feelings for Fredrick." Gilbert felt Ludwig's grip tighten around his waist. "But there is something I want you to know…something that makes you different from him." Gilbert lifted his pink eyes to look into curious blue. "While I loved being in Fredrick's arms…he never gave him a sense of security like you do."

"I'm afraid I don't understand?"

"While I was happy and content in his arms, I never felt safe or protected. I felt it was my duty to love, cherish, and protect HIM because of our secret feelings for each other. I would always have to fight for and defend my king, just like everyone I've met in my life." He nuzzled Ludwig's chest again. "I have to always be strong for everyone, and myself as well. But with you, I don't need to be strong all the time. I feel safe and confident enough in your embrace unlike I did in Fredrick's. Even when I can't do it myself, I know you will always be there to shield me." He smiled up at him. "Am I even making sense?"

Ludwig found himself smiling back. "Perfect sense. I will always be by your side and protect you. Whenever you feel weak I will always be there to give you strength again." He buried his nose in the white hair.

"Even if I'm hurt or sick?"

"Even more so."

Gilbert chuckled softly into the strong chest. "It's funny…I used to go to Elizaveta for comfort like this. Her comfort was much needed after Fredrick died. And yet, your embrace is the one that makes me feel completely secure." He suddenly hugged Ludwig tight. "I will be the king soon and with that comes another wave of trials and troubles. I have never been a king before, so I'll admit I'm a bit scared." He grinned up at Ludwig. "But with you by my side as 'queen', I know I can handle anything!"

Ludwig frowned. "I am not a 'queen'. I'll stick with 'lord'. Hold on." He slipped his arm under Gilbert's rump and lifted him off his feet. Gilbert grinned and let himself be carried to the desk where Ludwig placed him. "I want you to need me, Gilbert. I care a lot for you, yet I fear that you will leave me because of…well, because of my rank and upbringing and-" Gilbert cut him off with a quick kiss.

"I am very independent and can care for myself. But I do need another to be strong for me. You are the only one who can do that for me, Ludwig. I need someone to lean on, someone I can trust and who loves me."

Ludwig placed his hands on the desk beside Gilbert's thighs. "Do you mean that word, Gilbert? You know I love you, but do you love me in return?"

Gilbert smirked with a little snort. "When I first met you, there was nothing sweet or kind about you at all. You didn't care about anyone or anything. You didn't believe in spirits or gods."

"I still don't believe in them and I never will." He leaned in closer to Gilbert. "But I believe in my feelings and love for you. Since I've met you, there have been many changes in me. Some of them I needed. But again, you never answered my question. Do you love me?" Ludwig found soft pink lips on his own.

"I love you, Lord Ludwig."

Ludwig's eyes widened as he finally heard the word spoken from Gilbert's mouth with truth. The look in Gilbert's pink eyes did not lie to him. He felt his lust rising quickly but knew it was too risky for them. Instead of making love he brought their lips together in a rough, crushing kiss. His tongue forced the other's lips open while pulling Gilbert closer to him. Gilbert was moaning and writhing against him, letting their tongue duel together. Ludwig even pulled Gilbert's hips forward so their groins could press together. It was Gilbert who broke the kiss.

"Ludwig, we can't!"

"I know." He rests their foreheads together. "I've just waited so long to hear you say those words in truth. I couldn't help myself. I want to keep you here, bound and blindfolded for my pleasure."

"That's hot." Gilbert said with a throaty groan.

"It's not a joke." His hand came up to wrap around Gilbert's neck, squeezing lightly. "Woe to the man who tries to court you once the king is dead. You are mine and mine alone, Gilbert. I will not let anyone else have you." He pulled Gilbert closer to him by the neck and whispered, "I would have beheaded you long ago to keep others from having you."

Pink eyes widened. "You would have killed me?"

"I would have." Ludwig slowly removed his hand. "But now you have spoken true words to me so I no longer have to feel that way. Yet you are never allowed to sleep with another, nor are you allowed to remarry."

"Your crazy possessiveness only let's me know how much you love me. In return, I better not hear you were fucking that little doe of yours. He could seduce you if he wanted to."

Ludwig raised a brow. "Feli? I highly doubt it. The man can't walk up a flight of stairs without tripping." He moved away as Gilbert stood up from the desk.

"You'd be surprised how two unlikely people who know each other well can…end up together in THAT way." He smirked. "Speaking from experience, of course. But I'm not naming names."

"I have a fairly good idea of who it was. I take it to the grave with me."

"Good." Gilbert leaned up and kissed him. "Take care of yourself while I'm off 'doing' things, Ludwig."

"I will." He brought Gilbert into another hug. "Be careful. If things should go wrong…"

"They won't."

"But if they do…I will kill all of them and rescue you."

Gilbert grinned. "See? I know I can count on you to help me feel safe." He kissed him again. "Care to see me out?"

"Yes. And I eagerly await the moment when we can really be together."

/

After Gilbert and Roderich had left, Ludwig excused himself for the rest of the day and evening in his room. He was a swarm of mixed emotions that he needed some ale to help calm his nerves. As he sat at the desk near the window in what was Alfred's old room, he poured himself mug after mug of the amber liquid. He took small sips but the continuous amount got him feeling buzzed. Tomorrow would be the night when Gilbert and his clan carried out their plan of murder. Ludwig's fear was something going wrong that would expose Gilbert to his deadly plan. If Gilbert were caught trying to assassinate the king, he would be executed immediately. While their plan seemed foolproof, Ludwig had seen strategies gone horrible wrong and unexpected. Sometimes a battle plan that seemed perfect could have a deadly or unsuspected outcome. Trying to talk any of them out of it would be a waste of time. Gilbert and the others were so set on restoring their faith that they could turn to murder. Ludwig may have executed people, but it wasn't the same as actually putting them to death. He did not pass the sentence, only carried it out.

Gilbert was his biggest concern. He feared for the man's safety, and even though the man had friends, Ludwig just couldn't bring himself to trust them. Not fully, anyway. All Gilbert would need is one rat in the group to expose their plan, and they would all be put to death himself included. Then again, they could pull it off and everyone would be happy. Then he and Gilbert could be together without fear. That was what he was hoping for, yet still could not shake that 'what if' feeling. He downed another mug and poured some more.

His thoughts soon changed to Gilbert and their conversation earlier today. Gilbert had finally said he loved him, and even showed Ludwig his more vulnerable side. Just like Fredrick had stated a few times in that journal, Gilbert was a world of surprises. But only to the right people. Thinking about that journal, Ludwig got up and went to his trunk of belongings to take it out. Knowing it would hurt, he brought the journal to his desk and chose to read the very first entry about Gilbert.

Spring

'Today I was met with the most wondrous surprise. To my delight, and after so many greetings, my favorite lordling kissed me. I've known him since he was a little boy of only seven years, playing war with sticks and getting into trouble. I was the father he always wanted, and chose to take him into my care when a sickness took his family. As he grew into a young man, we both began to develop subtle feelings for each other beyond king and subordinate. We would exchange glances, give light touches as we pass, and flash coy smiles. Never had I wanted to act on my feelings for I have a kind and caring queen that is my wife. My duties kept me from acting on my feelings. Yet today, after the joust, while we were alone inside the dress tent, he kissed me. It was a chaste, simple kiss but on the lips. His white skin was flushed a girlish pink, and he grew so nervous that his helmet cover slammed over his face. It was adorable, and so clumsily him. We could do more than that, and we both feel silent but with little smiles.

After he left the tent to participate in the joust, I went back to my chair to contemplate what happened over enjoying the performance. I had some doubts come up in my mind after the kiss. My Snow Falcon, which I have just named him, is much younger than I. I could even be his father given our age difference. My time in the spotlight of knighthood, battles, and jousts were long over but his were just beginning. I look forward to any other 'interactions' we have in private.'

Ludwig flipped to the next entry.

Spring

'It has been quite a few days since that kiss and our passion for each other grows stronger. Now I find he was waiting for me in my room, saying he needed to 'speak' with me. We were both a little uncomfortable, but it was my Snow Falcon that leaned forward to kiss me again. This time we were able to prolong the kiss and until the day I die I will never forget it. His lips were so soft and perfect. Afterwards, I kissed my wife but it was nothing like my kiss with him. I want more kisses to come.'

Ludwig frowned and flipped further back into the journal to read one of the last entries.

Autumn

'I fear we had gone too far today. The moment I saw the wine-stained lips I should have turned him out. He was not drunk, but was tipsy enough to become more aggressive. What started out as a simple game of chess turned into lustful session of intimate contact. I was shocked by the sudden dance he showed me taught to him by our foreign ambassador. That simple, exotic dance was enough to shut my mind off to rational thought and think only with my body. He approached me first, but I did not push him away. I welcomed what he wanted to give. This was the first time I had even seen him fully unclothed while sitting on my bed. It was my marriage bed that I shared with my wife and queen. That reminder was what kept me from doing wicked things to him this day. How hard I had to battle with myself to keep from acting out. I could have just moved him from the bed to ease my mind, but my kingly duty took over once again. I was forced to watch as he dressed, looking nervous and ashamed. I assured him he did nothing wrong and nothing will change between us. But for awhile, we chose to remain apart.'

Ludwig could only take one more entry before he threw the damn book into the fire.

Autumn

'I fear this may be my last entry for my limbs grow weaker by the day. I am ill and know my time remaining on this earth is short. Right now I am alone save for one person, my Snow Falcon. How loving and dutiful he is. With only a single candle to light my writing, I can make out his sleeping face on the side of my bed. He had fallen asleep while kneeling on the floor, his arms folded on the bed with his head resting peacefully in them. What a beautiful sight he makes, but I only wish it were a peaceful sleep rather than a sad one. Dried tears stained his white cheeks, and those thing ghostly brows are arched woefully. He knows that I am dying, and I am not ready to leave him. He still needs me, and I need him. The spirits I feel will not let me continue living. My time has come. I cannot write any longer. Everything else I have to say, I will tell him personally. That is for the best.'

There were no more entries after that one, just a few blank pages. "I hate that bastard, even though he took good care of Gilbert." Ludwig downed the mug, and then felt the room grow colder. He turned to see if the fire had died, but what he saw was something completely different. It was his mind playing tricks on him once again, or maybe he had too much to drink mixed with emotional thoughts. But there, standing in the center of the room, was none other than the late King Fredrick. Ludwig's blue eyes stared at the ghost, remembering when he saw Alfred's in this same room. "Are you really…Old Fritz?" Ludwig asked, not expecting and answer, but then-

'That I am.'

Ludwig couldn't believe it responded to him. Regardless, he found himself answering. "Why are you here?"

The ghost smiled softly. 'You were reading my private journal about Gilbert.'

"So? You aren't real, so say whatever you want. I'm never drinking winter ale again."

'Think what you will, but I truly am your late king. I came to talk with you about Gilbert. Our Gilbert.'

"MY Gilbert." Ludwig quickly corrected him. "You are dead, I'm not. That makes him MY Gilbert."

Fredrick's ghost frowned. 'There is so much love in Gilbert that you can have the same as I. He is a very difficult man to get to open up, and to deal with. He's stubborn, rash, pigheaded, and heavy with pride. It may take a few more years until you feel his true, undying love.'

Ludwig chuckled, running a hand down his face. "You jest. I can't believe I'm even talking to you like this. But even so, why tell me this?" He watched as the ghost moved closer to him.

'I can't pass on without knowing my Snow Falcon will be well taken care of. You love him in the same manner as I do. I want him to have someone dutiful and loyal by his side to love, cherish, and adore him. Even though his is a strong, solid man, he needs that affection. He just has so much hidden love and loyalty to give that I want it given to the right person. And that person is you, Ludwig.'

"How convenient. My mind is pretty intelligent to answer my inner questions through booze."

Fredrick sighed. 'You don't have to drink any further. I promise the night will go by perfectly as planned. It is a shame that my nephew must meet such a fate, but alas, I am not alive to make a change. Gilbert will make the realm right again, and with you by his side, he will reign on for years and years. I only ask one thing of you.'

"What is that?"

'Give him my journal to keep.'

Ludwig shook his head. "I can't do that. I want him to fully love me. Giving him that journal will only make him pine for you.'

Fredrick shook his head again. 'You are wrong. He will still love you, I can promise that.'

"I still can't risk it. I rather burn this book than let him see its pages. He needs to move on."

'My, my, aren't you just as stubborn as he is.' Fredrick gave a pitiful sigh. 'Very well then, do what you will with it. I have to go now. Let my Snow Falcon know that I still love him?'

Ludwig said nothing. "Hey, answer a question for me, real or not. How are the others? Alfred, Ivan, and Matthew?"

'Alfred leads the heavenly army of the old sky spirits with Ivan by his side. They are full and whole. Matthew no longer is ill, and no sickness will ever reach him again. Both brothers are thrilled to have you here running their castle. They do request that you leave up their family portrait in the main study. Also, Ivan bears you no ill will for the execution. He thanks you greatly for making the cut quick and clean with no pain. He is very grateful for you digging him up from the snowy grave to be put with his Alfred. You've done well by everyone, Ludwig. You should be proud of yourself.'

"I'm not."

'But look at yourself. Look at what you have become. You may not believe in me, or the spirits, or the afterlife, but you have changed in personality. Your entire life will be different from now on.' Fredrick smiled. 'I know you have a fear of dying alone and don't know what waits for you beyond this world. But let me give you this little bit of reassurance. You will not die alone on a battlefield somewhere with no one to weep for you. You will die among friends, and some will be waiting for you with gentle guiding hands.'

Ludwig was silent for a moment, and then he let out a sharp laugh. "That's just what I WANT to hear. That's not an accurate answer. I will only die with friends if I permit it to be that way." He reasoned out loud. "Maybe in my old age I may want to die alone. I don't know yet. But thanks for telling me what I want to hear. Now I know you're not real." He lazily dropped the mug to the floor. "Thanks for nothing."

Fredrick only looked at him before fading away and said, 'please keep our Gilbert safe' then he was gone.

Ludwig picked up the journal and walked over to the fire, ready to toss it in the flames. However, he found that his fingers would not let go of the book no matter how hard he tried. Something was holding him back, but it wasn't Fredrick. Instead of burning it, Ludwig gave up and moved from the fire. He stuffed it back into the chest and would have to find a secret place to put it. What he saw a few minutes ago had to be a play on his conscience. That wasn't really Fredrick speaking to him, but rather his mind trying to put itself at ease. Maybe he did over do it with the ale. Undressing, he slipped into his nightshirt and turned down the bed. There was a gentle knocking of the door and suddenly Feliciano poked his head in. "Is something wrong?"

"N-Nothing." He responded softly. "I heard you talking in here not too long ago. Are you okay?"

"I am. Come in, it's cold in the halls." He watched as Feliciano closed the door behind him. The young man turned a troubled face to him. "Are you sure nothing is wrong?" His vision was growing blurry.

"Um…well…it's just one of those nights when I get really, really scared." Feli folded his hands dutifully in front of him, looking shy and coy. "The servants call me 'master' and all. It's strange to have a title like that. And the rooms here are so dark and cold, almost eerie. It's like the old lords' ghosts are here and it scares me. So may I sleep with you?"

Ludwig only nodded and left a spot for him on the bed. Feliciano smiled sweetly, bouncing over to the bed and burrowing under the sheets. Ludwig blinked his eyes at the young man, imaging a naked Gilbert in Fredrick's bed. The same thought of another man having such knowledge of Gilbert angered him. The fact that Gilbert was the one who offered it was even worse. The man still admitting to loving Fredrick, yet loved him all the same. If Fredrick were alive, Gilbert would rush to the man's bed and spread his legs for him. It wasn't fair. Ludwig's lust from earlier was never sated and only escalated with Feliciano in the bed with him. He knew it was wrong, and blamed it all on the alcohol mixed with jealous emotions. It would be a long while until he could share Gilbert's bed again. Regardless of Gilbert's warnings and his own thoughts, Ludwig rolled over to kiss Feliciano.

The man beneath him was shocked, but didn't pull away. Ludwig would let himself have this man in turn for Gilbert wanting to have Fredrick. It was immoral and wrong, but other emotions were proving to be stronger. The rest of the night was lost to him.

/

As planned, Gilbert woke up in the king's bed with a 'toothache'. The king had called for their private physician who carefully tended to Gilbert. He didn't care for the hot rag that was wrapped around his face and tied at the top like a bow. Still, he had to keep pretending that it hurt, so he ordered soft foods for breakfast and remained in bed. The king had left to overlook the preparations for tonight's dinner. Gilbert had to admit to himself that he was a little worried about the evening to come. Even after the deadly dinner was carried out, there was still so much more that had to be done. The funeral, the days of mourning, massive paperwork, and then becoming a king.

King Gilbert. That is what he was going to become in a short time. Once a knight, then a heretic leader, then a queen, and a soon-to-be king. His entire life was going to change by tonight. He would be free of the king and able to restore the Spirit houses. Gilbert would keep the god of the new religion as well as the spirits. That way he could please everyone and hopefully it will help to keep a peaceful kingdom. Gilbert would also have to get rid of the Royal Guards, or at least replace them with new men. There were a lot of changes to be made after tonight, and everything would take TIME. Gilbert himself would have to be patient, something he wasn't always good at. And then there was Ludwig.

He wanted Ludwig to be his queen after a bit of time had passed, but he knew it was useless. Ludwig said many times that he would never be a queen, either for a masculine purpose or he just wasn't worthy enough. Either way, the idea was a bit silly. They could easily be lovers instead of marry. Ludwig would never be accepted as royalty since he is not of noble birth. Still, Ludwig would remain forever his and just like Fredrick, would always love him. There was still a further ways to go on Gilbert's end for having complete feelings for Ludwig. He did love the man, but he still loved Fredrick a little more. "But Ludwig will be with me forever." He whispered with a smile. "I can always count on him." With that happy thought in mind, Gilbert rolled over and allowed himself a little more sleep before the big night.

That night

Gilbert donned the white fur cloak and new crown the king had given him for this dinner party. This crown was made of silver just like the old one, but had some a pink gems embedded all around. The king said it was to match his eyes, but Gilbert silently thought it made him appear too woman-like. He was going to kill this boy-king tonight, so the least he could do was wear the gifts that were given. Gilbert hoped he could act well enough tonight when everyone was slowly dying. Arthur was unclear on just how everyone would look after eating this poison. The man said it would be as if their throats are swelling and cutting off their air to breath. Gilbert figured the sight wouldn't be a pretty one and maybe he wouldn't have to act after all. 'Keep a straight face and act natural, Gilbert.' He said to himself before leaving his chambers.

Gilbert met with the king in the throne room waiting to make their entrance to the dinner party. They always had to come in together. The king asked him how his tooth felt, and Gilbert answered that it was still very painful. The king offered for him to stay only a little while at the part, but Gilbert sweetly declined saying that he wanted to be with his 'husband'. It had made the king proud to hear Gilbert's words to him. Gilbert took the boy-king's arm and let him lead to the royal dining hall. When they entered, all the important nobles and religious leaders stood to greet them. The king walked Gilbert to his chair at one end of the table before going to his own. Gilbert rubbed his cheek where the 'toothache' was as the king mentioned the ailment to the party guests.

First, wine was given but Gilbert would not drink, whispering to a nearby noble that the liquid would make his tooth hurt more. The noble happily took his goblet to drink the wine for him. Then the soup and breadbaskets came, and Gilbert held his breath. Before he had dressed, Roderich had let him know that the poison had been baked into all the bread without notice. Gilbert wished the other man had chosen to come, but Roderich feared it would be too suspicious if everyone else died except for them. So Gilbert was alone here. The king stood up from his seat and said something about the new religion, followed by a group prayer in a language Gilbert had yet to master, and then to the food. Gilbert politely excused himself from the bread eating, saying it was too hard for his tooth.

His heart was racing in his chest and echoing in his ears as he watched the men pick up the bread. Together they all said a few words of prayer and brought the bread to their mouths. Gilbert gulped slightly, watching the men dining together on the bread. They talked lightly amongst themselves as they ate. Gilbert watched them all, waiting for some sort of sign indicating that the poison was working. One man caught his attention, seeing him pull at the collar of his neck. 'It's starting.' Soon, everyone stopped talking and tried to catch their breath, faces red and brows sweaty. "Is everything alright?" Gilbert asked.

Then it all happened at once. The men choked and gasped for air. Some fell out of their chairs, others stood up, and some remained seated. Gilbert called and shouted for help, getting up to run over to the king. Just like the others, the king was choking and gasping, his face slowly turning blue. Gilbert continued to cry for help, seeing only a few guards and servants rush in. Gilbert was legitimately panicking because the scene before him was terrifying, especially the young man in his arms. To Gilbert, the dying men all looked like fish gasping for air on land. Their bodies were convulsing on the floor. The scene was more gruesome than he had imagined, and the only thought he had was Ludwig and how he wished the man were here with him.

When he looked down at the king in his arms, the young man was dead.

/

Ludwig stood at the window in the tallest tower of his castle where he could see the royal city. The king's castle was just in view, dotted with tiny yellow lights from candles. It reminded him of fireflies in the summer time. But his mind was focused on the plan and if it was being carried out. He grumbled and pulled the robe around himself for the tower was cold and unused. Ludwig thought he was alone until the door opened behind him as someone else entered. He looked over to his shoulder to see the shy face and body of Feliciano. Ludwig frowned, having forgotten about last night. He apologized to the young man numerous times after he woke up to discover their naked bodies together. Ludwig was surprised the man was even coming to see him after what happened. Even though it was not Feliciano's fault, Ludwig still wrapped his hand tightly around the thin neck warning him to never speak of what they did. Feliciano quickly agreed, and Ludwig had avoided him the rest of the day.

"What is it?" Ludwig asked him casually.

Feliciano looked nervous as he lifted his hood onto his head. "Aren't you cold in here? You've been standing up here for a while. You missed dinner."

"I wasn't hungry. I've had a…bad feeling all day. I don't know what it is." That was a lie. "Don't worry about me. Go enjoy your evening." Feliciano was still standing there, looking at him worriedly. "I apologized many times. What else do you need?"

The amber-eyed man twiddled his fingers. "W-what will happen to me if the queen finds out?"

"He's not going to find out."

"But what if he does?"

"Then we both deny it."

Feliciano squeaked. "He'll still send me to the dungeons or have me killed!"

Ludwig sighed. "No, he won't. I wouldn't let him. No one really knows what we were doing last night. I trust the servants here enough to know they will not tell. Besides, it's expected of us in a way. I still should not have done what I did last night…nor should I have rough handled you like that either. I apologize again."

"I-It's okay, Ludwig. I really didn't stop you either."

"Because you were afraid of me. Don't lie."

He blushed. "No, that's not it." Ludwig turned away from him to look out the window. "Are you looking at the castle because of the queen?"

"Yes. I apologize again for taking something you can't get back because you know how I feel about the queen."

"I…I do."

"You don't have to stay here, either. If you are feeling unhappy or uncomfortable, you may go back to the castle. However, I would like you to stay a few days longer for I fear something bad is happening at the castle right now."

"What kind of bad?" Feliciano asked, walking up to him.

"I'm not sure, but I still don't want you there."

"I'll stay here a bit longer. Um…can I stay in your room?" He asked hopefully.

Ludwig thought for a moment, and then shook his head. "No. I'm sorry. Matthew's chambers work well for you. I wish for you to sleep there." He wouldn't look at the puppy eyes and crying face he knew was there, so he focused on the castle in the distance. Suddenly, in the cold night air, there was a tolling of the bells in the tower. "Those are alarm bells…"

"Alarm? What's happening?"

"I'm not sure." He lied again, staring at the castle. He felt Feliciano embrace him, trembling with fear at the haunting sound of the bells. Ludwig just stroked the chestnut brown hair to soothe the man, but his fears lay with Gilbert in the castle. 'Gilbert…please be alright.'

/

It had rained the following morning when news of the king's death spread across the castle and city. Messenger birds were sent out to every house and riders to every city in the realm. Gilbert had been safe and hidden in his chambers until things were settled. The king's body was being examined for the poison while the other bodies were removed and brought to a local worship house. The Royal Guards were put on high alert, standing guard at every door and outside gate. The kitchen staff and a few servants were arrested and locked in the dungeons for the time being standing accused of giving the poison.

A day later came the first part of the funeral where the king's body was cleaned and laid out for all the nobles to pay their respects. The body was laid out in the newest worship house the king had built. Gilbert had to stand beside the platform with the king, and did not have to act out his feelings. He did not weep for the boy-king, but rather for the memory of Fredrick. At that time, Gilbert was just a knight and unable to stand where he was now. How he wished he could have been next to Fredrick like this. The king's family was standing with him, but to his surprise, none of them accused or blamed him. Gilbert feared the king's family would try to expose him, yet they comforted him in his tears. Tears, which were not for their son and kin, but rather for Fredrick instead. Too many memories came flooding back to him about that dreadful day. But his agony and tears were needed for this funeral.

By the following day, the rain had stopped in time for the king's funeral wagon to be pulled through the city for the common folk to see. The people shouted prayers and fell to their knees as the funeral party made their way through the streets. Afterwards, the king was laid to rest with all the others in the royal tombs. Once that was done, the city and all its industries were shut down for a day of mourning.

A day or so later, the kingdom needed a leader and a king. Gilbert, being a man, was voted by the High Council to ascend the throne. All the nobles and lords, including Ludwig, were brought to the coronation in the main court hall. Ludwig had Feliciano on his arm as he stood with Francis, Antonio, Elizaveta, Kiku, and Sadiq. Arthur had to remain hidden from view since he was still an escapee. Roderich was standing on the dais with a priest and two High Council members. He held the king's royal crown in his hands and stood patiently by the coronation throne. When the trumpets were sounded, everyone turned to the doors where Gilbert would be entering. The large double doors opened to reveal Gilbert, dressed in the proper royal attire for the coronation. Dressed in purple and gold, Gilbert carefully walked down the red-carpeted floor with the long royal cloak of white and red dragging behind him. Two nobles helped hold the cloak as he climbed the steps and sat in the throne.

Gilbert's eyes met Ludwig's in the crowd and focused there while Roderich was making the proper speech. He only broke the stare when the crown was placed on his head and the courtroom cheered. Roderich whispered to him to stand up and make his speech. Gilbert stood and looked at Ludwig again before speaking.

"I am honored that you all have chosen to see me ascend the throne after the horrible death of my husband. I promise to find and punish the person responsible. As your new king, I desire peace and prosperity in the realm. Therefore, I am allowing a Freedom of Religion law to be passed shortly by the High Council. With this freedom, everyone can worship whom they see fit, be it the old spirits or the new god. I promise to always uphold both faiths for myself and for my late husband who gave every part of his being to his god. I am also replacing the Royal Guards with new members whom I feel will be kinder and more productive in this castle. I wish to keep Lord Roderich as my personal advisor; such as he was to the late king. I beg all of you to forget about the past and to not think ill of me. I promise to make up for the mistakes I made by keeping this realm at peace. I wish for you to show me the same love you gave to our king."

The courtroom cheered and clapped for him as Gilbert bowed to them. He smiled as the banners of both royal and House Prussia were unraveled to decorate the ceiling. Gilbert felt his eyes well up with tears as the symbol of the black falcon stood high and proud against the white background. Once again his family's symbol was accepted into the realm and hung proudly with the others. Everything had worked out just as planned, and Gilbert swore he caught a glimpse of Fredrick somewhere in the crowd. But then his eyes turned to Ludwig, who was smiling at him. Gilbert smiled back and began to wave at crowd as he descended the dais. 'I did it, Fritz.' He said to himself as he walked through the crowd. 'I brought the realm back to its rightful place. I promise to rule just as you did, only this time, I will make sure my lover is beside me at all times. Nothing will keep Ludwig and me apart. I hope you can forgive me for loving another.'

Gilbert left the courtroom to cheers as the banners of House Prussia floated proudly above him.

~*~ Spring- the day of Roderich and Elizaveta's wedding ~*~

"Doesn't the sun feel wonderful, Ludwig?" Feliciano laughed happily and spun in the golden rays.

"Yes, it does. It's a good day for a celebration." Ludwig still had not grown accustomed to parties, but this was a wedding party set on the first official day of spring. "Take some gold and get yourself food. I see a pie stand over there."

"Great! I'm starving!" Feliciano took some of the coins and hurried off to the stand.

Ludwig strolled through the festivities with his cane, enjoying the blue sky and crisp green grass instead. He stopped to watch the young maidens dancing around the maypole with their brightly colored ribbons, weaving in and out of each other. The sweet scene was ruined when a drunken Francis jumped in and joined in the fertility dance. Ludwig had to close his eyes and turn away, feeling a bit sick in his stomach. The lord's strange and annoying laughter echoed through the castle grounds, making all the maidens giggle with him. Continuing his walk, Ludwig encountered Kiku and Sadiq who wished him a happy spring. He bumped into Antonio who was happily playing a lute and singing loudly at him. Ludwig just gave a lopsided smile and gently pushed the dancing man away. Once away from the crazies, Ludwig noticed a group of children and adults gathering around Yao as he told tales of his adventures at sea. The man had come back not so long ago, empty handed, yet pleased that the realm had changed. Arthur was in another part of the fair grounds, entertaining people with his magic. Ludwig had yet to cross paths with the wedding couple, but the royal trumpets distracted him from the thought.

Finally, King Gilbert had arrived at the festivities with everyone bowing low to greet him. Ludwig smiled at the new king, finally having seen him after a few months of rare encounters. Gilbert was dressed in sequenced gold that sparkled in the sun. His tunic, doublet, pants, and even gloves were all gold and sparkling. Ludwig had to chuckle to himself for he knew how much the king liked to show off. The cape was white the same as his boots and belt. The man just had to stand out. Still, he was the most beautiful being to Ludwig. That man sparkling in gold and jewels loved him more than anyone else in the realm. His heart beat quickly when Gilbert approached him, arms outstretched.

"Lord Ludwig, my old friend! How are you?" They embraced on another as 'friends'. "How's the cane working out for you? It looks good! Roar!" He grinned and winked. "Come, walk with me!"

"Oh…um, yes." Ludwig walked alongside of Gilbert, both men ignoring the curious looks from party guests.

"Did you enjoy the wedding?" Gilbert asked him.

Ludwig nodded. "I did. I think that was the first time I ever saw Roderich smile." Gilbert laughed. "I have not seen them yet."

"Ah, they're around here somewhere. They'll come to me, don't worry." Gilbert walked closer to him. "I've missed our private times together." He whispered.

"As have I."

"How would you feel of being announced as my new and only favorite at the end of this month?"

Ludwig stopped to gaze at him. "Favorite? As in, let the nobles know we are a couple?"

Gilbert smirked. "Not quite. We won't say it flat out like that. People will start to assume. I've been wearing black for my late husband for far too long. I've done my mourning, now I must move on." He smiled at Ludwig's confused face, but then spotted Elizaveta coming up to them. "Oh, excuse me for a moment." Without shame, Gilbert kissed Ludwig's cheek and surprised a few onlookers.

Ludwig blushed and cleared his throat, trying to ignore the stares once again.

"Lizzy, my girl!" Gilbert held his arms out to her as she ran to hug him. "I finally get to see you without your husband!" He kissed her forehead.

"It's been a wonderful day! I've waited so long for this!"

"And you look beautiful! Did Roderich give you the key to his money box for that dress? All green with beads and lace and trim! I'm glad you kept your hair down, though. It looks much better that way."

She rolled her eyes. "I wanted to put it up in pearls, but Roderich said the same thing. What is it with men and long hair?" She hooked her arm with his.

"Promise not to smack me?" She nodded, and he leaned down to whisper to her. "We like it to fan out on the pillow, and we like it even more when it's falling around us. Get it?"

Elizaveta just sighed. "I owe you a smack later."

"I guess I deserve it. Let's walk for a bit. I need to speak with you privately for a few moments."

"Oh, what about?" She smiled, waving to a few guests who congratulated her.

"I'm guessing everything went well in the 'before marriage' bed?"

She looked at him with a glare first, but then her features softened. "You are fool to think so, Gilbie. I am a lady and Roderich a perfect gentleman." She couldn't hold back her giggles and Gilbert let out a 'ha'!

"I knew it! Roderich is so full of shit." He laughed. "I told you he was a man like the rest of us! I can't wait to razz on him about that later! But seriously, everything went well?"

She nodded. "I claimed it was horseback riding that did it, and he agreed. Our secret is safe." Green eyes looked up at him curiously. "But how did you know?" Gilbert looked sheepish and whistled. "Gilberrrrrrrrt." She growled.

"Oh, I just heard a few things. Something that makes me happy, but at the same time pisses me off because I wasn't the first to hear about it."

Elizaveta blushed. "Whatever you're thinking, it's not true."

"Come on! You drink heavily like the rest of our little band of friends yet you haven't touched one wine goblet or ale mug for a while now!"

"And…if these words of yours are true, what's it to you?" She waved at another guest.

"Well, soon I will announcing…subtly…that Ludwig is my lover. Everyone will know that I do not intend to marry but I still need an heir. You're the only woman I ever cared about so I figured your and Roderich's little brat would be suitable for the position." Her mouth dropped open at Gilbert's grin. "No one has to know that YET since you are keeping it a secret from everyone. We'll wait until after the 'wedding night' and a few days later. Do you accept?"

Elizaveta leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I'm sure that would make Roderich very happy, and myself as well." She smiled. "So you really do care that much for Ludwig, then? Are you over Fredrick?"

Gilbert's smile lowered. "I will never forget Fredrick…but I know Ludwig's love for me is just as strong. I love him too, and I want him by my side. I don't want our relationship to be a secret like it was with Fredrick. That's why I don't want to marry, either. Later in the years, if I can, I will make that man marry me and become my queen whether he likes it or not. Nihilist or not, he's still the one I want."

"Fredrick would be very happy for you." Elizaveta kissed his cheek again. "Go be with him now. I will tell Roderich of your proposal."

He smiled and kissed her hand. "Congratulations again, Lizzy. I would have married you those years ago, you know."

"And I would have hit you with the hilt of my sword and stomped on your marriage proposal."

"Love you too!" He left her side and met up with Ludwig once again. The man was taking a rest on a bench, but Feliciano was sitting next to him. Gilbert frowned as he approached. "I'm back."

"Ah! You're majesty!" Feliciano stood and bowed. "I was just bringing Lord Ludwig some food."

Gilbert raised a white brow. "You call him 'lord'? How come? Aren't you his 'partner'?"

Ludwig frowned. "Gilbert…" he said the name with a warning tone.

"Um…well…I am really just…just the head master of the house. I'm the boss of the servants and make sure things get done properly. That's all. I also help him to walk sometimes and keep his knee from cramping."

Gilbert looked at Ludwig who's expression was stoic. "I see. Well, good for you then. Keep up the good work. You're dismissed." Feliciano bowed and left them alone. "So, how many times have you fucked him?"

Ludwig turned away. "I did no such thing."

"Bullshit. I can tell by his eyes and the way he looks at you. Seriously, Ludwig, you're an ass."

"What?" Ludwig was surprised by those words.

"You shouldn't have slept with him knowing you and I are going to be together. I bet he was virgin too. Don't make me have to compete with that kid for your heart, because I'll-"

"I did it when I drunk and he didn't refuse. I was angry and jealous because of your feelings for Fredrick. It was wrong, and I shouldn't have done it. But that's in the past and it never happened again. Feliciano understands that and remains at my castle regardless of what happened. He knows I love you." Ludwig said the last part in whisper.

Gilbert smiled and held out his gold-gloved hand. "Come with me."

"Where are we going?" Ludwig followed behind Gilbert as he was brought to one of the changing tents for the knights. He was pulled inside and then kissed by his lover.

"I've wanted to do that for so long!" Gilbert kissed him again, pressing his tongue past the surprised lips.

"It's not safe to do this here where anyone can come in." He watched as Gilbert suddenly sank to one knee before him. "Gilbert?"

Pink eyes looked up at him with a gentle smile. "Since we can't get married, I thought we would share a few private words and vows here. This day is already a wedding, so let it be our secret one as well."

"Have you been drinking?" Ludwig asked.

"No. What I say are my true words. I'm sorry it took so long for me to say them, but better late than ever." He took Ludwig's hands and kissed the top of it. "Lord Ludwig, will you do the honors of being my one and only lover from now until I die?" Ludwig just stared at him with wide blue eyes. "I promise to give you all of my love, devotion, and attention over any other. This is a whole new world we are in, and I want no one else but you to share it with me. The past is past, but the new is here to stay. So will you share it with me, Ludwig?"

Ludwig dropped his cane and fell to his knees in front of Gilbert, taking the pale face in his hands. "You already know my answer and these words I have said to you before. I have waited for the day when you fully promise yourself to me. Someone told me that there is so much room for love in your heart that it can be shared equally. With your words now, I truly believe that."

Gilbert stared at him, his eyes growing moist with tears. "H-How do you know those words? Only Fredrick spoke those words to me in private." Ludwig just smiled and Gilbert almost let out a choked sob, giving a large grin himself. "I love you, Ludwig! I love you!" He jumped into the other and knocked him onto his rump. "You are mine now and I'm never going to let you go! No way! Not now, not ever!" He showered Ludwig's face in kisses. "Don't tell ANYONE about my sappy woman side, got it?"

Ludwig nuzzled the pale neck. "So long as it is shown only to me, I have no issues." He wrapped his arms around Gilbert, holding the man close. "You have changed me so much, Gilbert, but only for the greater good. I thank you for that. I vow to be a true and loyal lover who will stand by your side throughout the years until we die. I never thought I would grow old with anyone, but I am looking forward to growing old with you. Promise me that you will never leave?"

Gilbert stroked the blonde hair. "Those words are a surprise coming from you. A few months ago, you would say such a question is useless because no one can control how they die. I can't promise you that, Ludwig. The same as you can't promise that to me."

He gave Gilbert's pink lips a kiss. "I don't care about the logics of those words. I just want to hear it."

Gilbert wrapped his arms around Ludwig's neck and gave him a long, lingering kiss. "Then I promise I will never leave you." Ludwig leaned forward to capture the lips in another passionate kiss, but Gilbert broke it after a short moment. "Now that we've had our own special little wedding ceremony of simple vows, do you want a silver queen's crown or a gold one?"

Ludwig just stared at him.

"What color gowns would you like?" He teased. "I think pink would be a GREAT color on you! Yes, I would want you in all different shades of pink every day! Well, maybe some blue to match your eyes." Ludwig's brow began to twitch in aggravation. "I will be the envy of every king in this world with such a beautiful queen by my side! Oh! And you need wildflower crowns on your head, too! I'll make sure your learn how to play the harp and sing like a beautiful nightingale. What do you say, my beloved?" Gilbert smiled and nuzzled their noses. "You're good with pink, right?"

"Gilbert, you know I love you, but…"

No one understood why Ludwig suddenly stormed out of the tent and Gilbert wobbled out holding his head and squeaking in pain. There was a noticeable dent in the rounded top of Ludwig's cane, though.

The End.

***Okay, wow! So, this chapter was by far my longest one! AND IT'S A HAPPY ENDING! I actually got it finished faster than I thought I would! Well, I would like to thank all of my readers and reviewers who enjoyed 'White Crimson' and helped to make this story possible! I've even made a few germancest friends from this story! A shout out to them! ^ J ^ I hope the last chapter was an enjoyment for everyone! I really enjoyed writing 'WC' and look forward to writing more germancest in the future. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING AND FOR ALL THE GREAT SUPPORT!***

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