A Storm of Sunflowers

Disclaimer:I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this story. It is for pure enjoyment.

Chapter 3


Lord, or "Lady" Yao was calmly sitting at his special table by the window, enjoying a hot cup of tea after his dinner. He stared up at the moon high in the sky but from where he was it felt as if he could reach it. Then maybe he could throw it at his husband, Ivan, for not coming to see him tonight! Ivan said he would 'try' his hardest to be finished with work in time to cuddle with him but that obviously wasn't happening tonight. Yao slammed his teacup down onto its saucer and muttered a curse under his breath. Damn that Ivan! A knock on his door brought his attention back to the present.

"Yes?"

"Lord Yao, it's me!" It was Feliciano.

"Come in." Feliciano walked in, pulling a slightly nervous Alfred with him. Alfred gulped and stood next to the smiling Feliciano as he greeted Yao.

"Good evening, Lord Yao. I'm sorry to be so late. I will turn down your bed and ready it for you." Yao was still looking out the window before he turned to speak to Feliciano when he saw Alfred next to the man. Yao looked at him, confused, but frowning. He looked Alfred up and down suspiciously.

"Who's this?"

"Oh! Tell him your name!" Feliciano said to Alfred.

"I-I- M-My name is Alfred Jones." he gave a curt bow. "Your husband, Lord Ivan, has hired me as a personal servant and groom to you. It is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Yao, and I will strive to do my best in serving you in every way!"

Yao looked at this 'Alfred' and sneered, taking in his features. Tall, lithe, blonde hair and blue eyes, slightly tanned skin, he was a perfect bedmate for Ivan. Yao knew that's why Ivan hired this man! He would have to speak to his husband tomorrow at breakfast. The sooner he got the little tramp out, the better. It was hard enough trying to keep Ivan and obtain his feelings when lousy, cheap bedmates always complicated things. Their marriage was an arranged one by order of the king to join Yao's smaller kingdom with Ivan's for the war. He couldn't complain about Ivan too much, the man didn't treat him poorly or speak ill of him. But he was distant and cold at times. Ivan would give Yao anything he wanted or asked for in a blink of an eye. But Yao sometimes wondered if those gifts were Ivan feeling guilty for cheating on him.

He did harbor some feelings for Ivan, but he didn't 'love' him yet. They had only been married for about three months so he couldn't expect everything in one shot. But Yao would not be made a fool of by his kingdom if everyone knew Ivan was cheating on him and Yao hardly did anything to stop it. Half the time he cared, the other half he didn't. He just wanted Ivan to accept their marriage for what it is, work with it, and keep it in his damn pants! Now this new young blood coming into his room was an immediate threat. He didn't know enough about the boy to make a sure judgment of him just yet. But talking to him with a kind smile and a sweet tone will get him to spill everything. Yao told Feliciano he could go and the man did so, leaving Alfred alone. Yao saw the boy was uncomfortable now that Feliciano left.

"Come here." Yao said softly, sipping at his tea. Alfred gulped and walked over to him, standing by his chair. "Kneel." Alfred knelt down, resting his hands on his thighs as he looked up at Yao. He waited quietly until Yao was finished he tea and then the man spoke. "Your name is Alfred, correct?"

"Y-yes sir. Alfred Jones."

"Where do you come from?"

"I come from a farm out in the country." Yao gave him a surprised but disgusted look.

"A farm?! My husband hired a...a FARMHAND to tend to me?!" Alfred clenched his fists against his thighs.

"Yes sir, a farm. My family is really poor and starving...the taxes are too high for us to pay. So I have offered my services to your lord husband in hopes he would give me coins to send back to my family. He was very kind and generous to let me serve you and pay me. It is an honor to serve you, Lord Yao."

"So you are just a poor farm boy looking to make money." Yao scoffed. "There is other work you could be doing then attending to me. But I suppose since Ivan assigned you to me, I have to take you. However I will speak to him tomorrow about this. Let me see how good you are." He clapped his hands. "Ready my bed for sleep!" Alfred stumbled up and went to the far corner of the room where the bed was. There were more pillows and blankets and sheets then he had ever seen and when he thought he'd turn down one, another one would be there! Finally he got to the sheets and he straighten them out and fluffed the sleeping pillows.

"It's ready for you, sir." Yao scoffed.

"Well at least you can turn down a bed sheet. But it's not ready for me. Spray it with the orange blossom bottle in the cabinet.” Yao went back to his tea and Alfred gulped as the small cabinet to find many different bottles! Alfred bit his lip, not being able to read any of the words. He didn’t want to anger Yao so he tried to sound out the words as fast as he could softly to himself.

“L…I….LOC…” No, that wasn’t the one. “C-CH…E…R….” Yao cut him off.

“What is taking you so long? Hurry up! Stop admiring my collection!” Alfred nodded and started to tremble nervously as he squinted to help see the letters better.

“What sound does ‘orange’ make…” He whispered “Ooooo…”O”!” Alfred smiled and grabbed the first bottle he saw with an “O”. He held it out and squeezed the little oval, puffing out a scented mist. Alfred sniffed it and it didn’t smell like oranges.

“Finally!” Yao said after hearing the familiar puff of spray and got up, going over to the bed. “GAH! You idiot! That’s the Onyx Herb Mix spray!” He shouted as he sniffed the air. Alfred yelped and looked at the bottle. It started with an ‘O’! “That’s for when I have a cold! Great, now I need my bed changed! FELICIANO!” Yao shouted. “FELICIANO!”

“I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Lord Yao! I-I got the words mixed up!” Yao ignored him when Feliciano came in.

“Yes sir? Is everything alright?” Yao pointed to Alfred.

“He messed up my entire bed! He sprayed the wrong scent on the sheets! I need my bed changed and I want YOU to spray the right scent on it!” Feliciano nodded.

“Yes sir, of course.” Yao turned on his heal and went back to the table to get his tea and move to sit in front of the fire far across the room. Feliciano hurried over to the bed where Alfred was gripping the bottle in his hands.

“Alfred?” He said softly, taking the bottle from him. “Alfred, what happened?” Alfred tried to hold back his tears.

“I…I got the words mixed up! That’s all!” Feliciano looked at the bottle.

“Ve~ Alfred, can you read?” Alfred flushed and looked to the side.

“N-no…I can’t. I try to sound out the letters…that one had a ‘O’ like Orange Blossom so I thought that was the right one.”

“I see…come here.” Feliciano brought him back to the cabinet and put the bottle away. “This one is Orange Blossom. It’s the only bottle in here with a picture of a flower. It’s his favorite scent so it will be used often.” He smiled. “I’m sure that helps you to know which one it is.” Alfred smiled back.

“Thanks Feli, that really does help me out a lot! And…I’m sorry to make more work for you. I’ll help you change the bed.” Feliciano shook his head.

“It’s alright, accidents happen. I wasn’t perfect when I first started, but you’ll fall into step soon. So lets get the bed remade and Lord Yao to sleep then I will take you to our sleeping quarters. I’ll tell the servants to have our dinners brought up and we’ll dine together, okay?” Alfred’s mouth watered when he thought about dinner and food. He had been so busy and nervous with all the changes that he had forgotten about his stomach.

“That’s sounds great! Lets get to work!”


Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Arthur was gobbling up a plate of food offered to him by Frances. Frances watched the green eyed man as he tore at the chicken leg and pulled seasoned pork, barely leaving time to swallow. He couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute the young man was, covered in splattered sauces with a dollop of mashed potato on his nose. Frances was worried the man would inhale in the chicken bone if he didn’t take it away from him. Arthur tore at the bread while shoveling spoonfuls of mixed vegetables.

“Slow down, green eyes.” Frances laughed at him. “I know you are really hungry but you don’t want to choke!”

Arthur glanced over at him but was to busy with the food in front of him. He had never eaten like this before and he wasn’t going to pass it up. He shoved the last bit of mashed potato in his mouth before swallowing hard. He let out a sigh of content as he rest back against the chair, patting his stomach. Frances smiled again and rest his chin on his hand.

“So why were you trying to climb into the window? Were you just in a trance because of my delicious smelling food or did you have some other motive?” Arthur glanced at him then cleared his throat.

“I…I’m actually looking for someone.” Frances raised an eyebrow.

“Oh? Someone I might know?”

“I don’t know…but he wrote to me in a note that he was coming here to find a job. I’ve come to take him back home where he belongs.” Frances thought.

“A new hire, you say? Hmm…well there was a young man who was hired today as a personal servant and groom to the ‘Lady’ of the house.” Arthur sat up in the chair.

“What does he look like? Do you know?”

“I heard he has wheat colored hair and blue eyes, he’s a bit loud with a grin the size of a crescent moon.” That was him! That was Alfred! Alfred was here!

“That’s Alfred! Please, I need to take him back! Can you take me to him? He came here on his own, he’s not meant for this! I want him back home!” Frances put his hands up.

“Calm down, Arthur. I don’t think you should be interfering with Alfred’s choice. He made that choice himself.”

“But he isn’t cut out for an actual job! He can’t read or write! He can’t see very well! He’s rash and stupid and careless! His intensions for leaving are good, but I don’t want him here among all this noble shit!” Frances narrowed his eyes.

“What do you mean by that?” Arthur slammed his hands on the table. “I grew up in the city. My mother was a tailor for the old Lord’s daughter. I would always go with her and the way the nobles and the lords treated her…and the things they did…just because they could…and she had no say…and I see my mother in Alfred right now. He’s trying to prove himself and support his family but he just can’t! I know how manipulative and perverted this noble world is! And I want Alfred away from it!”

“I’m not saying you’re wrong, but you can’t think all noble houses are like that. Everyone is different. I understand your concern though and you have a right to be. I heard that the new hire, ‘Alfred’ did offer pleasurable services to Lord Ivan. He said he would do anything and take any job.”

All the color drained from Arthur’s face. He feared Alfred would say something like that. Once he got that determination in his head he would go to the extreme. However, he hoped that was the reason and not because he had called him a ‘slut’. Sometimes Alfred can take terms to the extreme as well and get them confused. Arthur didn’t mean to call him that he was just angry with him and Alfred was annoying him. He always used his charms and tongue to get what he wanted from Arthur. Even if it was a small reason like swapping breads so he could have fluffier middle piece. That thin, callused hand of his would creep along his thigh under the table and rub his crotch.
He usually gave in too if not all the time. But Arthur knew how to control himself and his urges which is why they never went as far as penetration. Not only was it difficult to perform having three other men in the house but he didn’t want Alfred’s first time to be in the hayloft of the barn or out in the corn fields. Sometimes Alfred was more than willing to do it with him but Arthur always hesitated although he didn’t know why. A normal man or woman would jump at that opportunity.

“I need to see him right away! Please, can you take me to him?”

“Eh…that would be tough. Going against Ivan’s rules isn’t the smartest or wisest thing to do. I learned the hard way. You’re better off just leaving Alfred alone. “

“I won’t leave him to become some sex slave!” Frances sighed.

“Well taking him away will probably anger Ivan so if you want to keep your head you will just let it go. And it’s really Lady Yao Alfred should watch out for, not necessarily Lord Ivan.”

“But I can’t just leave him here…” Arthur ran a hand through his hair, knowing that there was some truth in Frances’s words. Frances smiled strangely at him and Arthur felt a little shiver of unease travel down his spine. “What?”

“You know, it gets awfully lonely in this kitchen. I would love a companion.” Arthur raised a heavy eyebrow.

“Don’t you have other chefs that help you?”

“Yes, but they are so dull and fat. Half the time they can’t stand the heat and have to leave or sit down. It would be a treat to have something nice to look at other than my perfect food.” He winked at Arthur who blushed angrily.

“SHUT UP YOU PERVERT! I’m not an object to be gawked at! I am a person and I demand respect!” Frances couldn’t help but laugh at the green-eyed man before him.

“Yes, you are definitely staying here with me! And think of it this way, you can keep an eye on your precious Alfred while here.” Arthur thought about it and the offer was a decent one. If he could get paid by Ivan that would double the money to be sent back to the others. What other choice did he have?

“Alright, I will take you up on your offer. I will accompany you in here and help you with whatever you need. But no perverted stuff!” Arthur warned. “Or your manly parts will meet with that meat cleaver!” Frances cupped him hands over his heart, pretending to look hurt at his harsh words.

“I can’t help it if I suddenly had a gorgeous man fall through my window who is willing to be my kitchen companion. And if you look this good covered in dirt than I can’t imagine how you would look all cleaned up!” Arthur blushed brightly at Frances’ words and took a few steps back.

“D-Don’t say things like that!”

“But it’s true!” he grinned and stood up, going over to Arthur. “Come on, I’ll help you to the bath in my room! I’ll clean you up real nice and make you smell like a sweet and fresh botanical garden. I promise I’ll be gentle and I don’t bite…hard. What do you say, my love?”

The only answer that was heard was the long ‘clanging’ of a pot as it echoed through the bottom part of the manor, confusing all the occupants.


Feliciano held Alfred’s hand and he walked him down another flight of stairs and to the kitchen. Alfred could already smell the fresh meats and he had to control himself from taking off in a run to inhale the food. Feliciano showed him the kitchen, which was strangely empty. He wondered where Frances was and questioned the large pan sprawled on the floor. Oh well, he probably ran off with a servant girl again.

“So this is the kitchen. Our chef Frances is usually here but everything we have right now is leftovers, so you are welcomed to anything you-“ Feli almost got knocked over by Alfred’s speed as the man went straight for the chicken legs and started tearing wildly at it. Alfred couldn’t get over all the food! He wanted it all! Even the things he couldn’t tell what they were but they smelled really good! Breads, meats, veggies…breads, meats, veggies. He didn’t care what order everything was in. All his brain and stomach knew was eat, eat, eat!

As he was waiting to swallow the massive amount of food in his mouth his eyes caught sight of something very colorful. He roughly swallowed all the food and went over to the strange looking pile of color. It was beautifully decorated with flowers and leaves and dollops. He had never seen anything like it and it smelled very sweet.

“Ve~ I bet that looks good but you can’t have any of that yet until Frances gets back.”

“What exactly is it?” Alfred asked him, still looking at the colorful food. Feli looked saddened and confused.

“What is it? You mean you’ve never seen a cake before?” Alfred looked at him.

“A cake? That’s what this is? Can you really eat something so pretty?” Alfred was thoroughly examining it.

“Yes…it’s a cake. You poor thing…what did you used to eat?”

“Oh, whatever we could grow or get from animals. Meat pies and cabbage soup…nothing ever like a ‘cake’. I’ve never even seen this in the market!”

“You might have but none like Frances’ designs, probably.” He chuckled. “Frances is well know for cooking delicious foods and decorating exotic desserts! But I feel so bad for you never having anything sweat…you’re missing out on a lot!” Feliciano thought for a moment then smiled. “I bet there is still some chocolate pudding left over!” He ran to one of the storage cabinets and looked around, taking out a wooden bowl. “Yup! I was right!” He laughed happily and brought it over to Alfred. “This is chocolate pudding! You’ll love it!” He took a clean wooden spoon, removed the lid, and scooped out a big helping of the strange goop called ‘pudding’. Alfred took the amount off the spoon and closed his eyes, mushing it around in his mouth. It tasted like heaven! So rich and thick and creamy! Better than any milk he ever had!

“Can I have some more?! Please Feli?” Feli laughed and handed him the bowl and spoon.

“Frances won’t mind! Eat up!” Alfred didn’t need to be told twice so he shoved all the pudding in his mouth, as much as it could hold.


After Alfred had rid the kitchen of all the leftovers it was time for them to go to bed. Feliciano showed him their quarters, which was directly across from Yao. Feliciano let him explore the room. There were three beds with normal blankets and pillows on them, not like Yao’s bed. Each one had a lantern on an end table beside it. Alfred squealed and jumped onto his, marveling at the plush feel of it.

“This is great! I can’t believe I’m sleeping on a bed that isn’t made of straw!” He thought back to his brother who was probably curled up uncomfortably on their straw bed and his smile turned into a frown. Poor Matthew, Arthur, Berwald and Tino. Here he was sitting comfortably and they were struggling just to find a good sleeping position. Feli broke him from his thoughts as he told him to undress down to his nightshirt and get to sleep. Alfred did so and slid under the soft covers, sighing deeply. Everything smelled so clean and fresh, and no fleas were biting at his legs. The moment Feliciano put out the candle in the lantern Alfred fell into a deep, content sleep.
During the night he was awoken by the sound of voices in the room. He blinked open his eyes and recognized one of the voices as Feli. But who was the other voice? He didn’t recognize it at all. The voices were coming from behind him, near Feliciano’s bed. He laid still as he listened to the voices.

“Not here, Ludwig.” Can Feli’s whisper. “Alfred is sleeping.”

“He won’t wake up…I have to escort some troops to the battlefield tomorrow. I’ll be gone for a day or so. You know how unpredictable the battlefield is. I just wanted a chance to see you. It’s not often I can sneak by the guards in this hall.”

“I know…but Wiggy…”

“Bah…what did I tell you about calling me that?”

“Ve~ sorry but I like calling you that, I think it’s cute.” There was shuffling heard and then Feli’s surprised whispered voice. “L-Ludwig…! Not here…”

“Feli…I want to be near you all the time…we don’t get many chances like this one. Please…?”

“A-alright…but we have to stay qui-OH!” Feliciano cried softly. “W-warn me first you-“ he moaned softly again and Alfred flushed. He had a pretty good idea of what they were doing.

“You okay, Feli?” The man ‘Ludwig’ asked.

“Yes…it feels so good….Wiggy….” Feliciano’s soft, whispered cries of ‘more’, ‘don’t stop’ and ‘harder’ were nearly impossible to block out. Alfred would attempt to put the pillow over his head but he didn’t want to risk them knowing he was awake. The sounds were getting more heated and he clenched his eyes shut. Feliciano was clearly enjoying himself and Alfred briefly wondered if he would feel the same way when, or if, he had to share Ivan’s bed. The sparkle in the man’s eyes when he offered ‘pleasurable services’ and he doubt they would be less than what he and Arthur did.

“I…I’m cumming…Wiggy…Wiggy don’t stop!” Alfred recognized that feeling and knew it would all be over soon. He heard Feli’s muffled cries as he must have reached completion because he heard the man give a groan and the light thumping’s stopped. The two were panting and what sounded like kissing.

“I better go…I hate to leave you.” Ludwig said.

“I know..I wish you could stay, love.”

“One day we will share the same bed without anything to stop us. Will you see me off tomorrow?”

“If Lord Yao doesn’t have me busy, then of course I will!”

“Alright…I will see you as soon as I can. Be well.”

“Take care, love.” Alfred heard the door close softly and the sound of Feliciano getting back into bed, giving a heavy sigh. “Ve~…” He contemplated saying something but figured it wasn’t his place so he closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

In another room:

“I’m not wearing that!” Arthur’s shouted and glared from the bathtub at Francis. Francis held up a short white sleeping shirt, which would just barely cover his crotch.

“Aww, but turtle dove, this is all have. In the summer I rarely sleep with clothes! I thought you would like something covering you while you sleep next to me.” Arthur’s eyes widened.

“Sleep next to you? W-wait, that wasn’t in the deal!”

“Well where to you tend to sleep then? No one even knows you’re here yet. Lord Ivan is already in bed. You’d be wiser and safer sleeping with me.”

“I’ll sleep on a couch in your room!”

“It’s a loveseat, hardly a bed.” He pouted playfully. “Come on, Arthur. I’m sure you yourself would LOVE the chance to sleep in a real bed. What were you sleeping on before?” Arthur flushed lightly and looked away, sinking into
the tub more.

“A hammock…”

“Well then! Take the chance to sleep in a real bed! I promise I won’t try anything. But I won’t stop you if you get a little…adventurous.” He winked and Arthur frowned again.

“Why are you being so nice to me anyway?”

“Because I like you! The moment our eyes met when you landed on top of me I knew there was something special about you! And you’re so amusing the way you blush and curse and yell! You’re like a wild horse I caught in my stables and I want to tame you.” He grinned and Arthur rolled his eyes.

“Well, think again! Once I find a way to get Alfred out of here I’m gone as well. I think I’m done. I’m ready to get out.” Francis handed him a towel and Arthur made sure to keep himself covered as he stepped out of the tub, much to Francis’ dismay.

“We’re both men, nothing to hide, love.”

“From you there is…hand me the shirt.” He flushed in defeat and Francis grinned as he handed it to him. Arthur finished drying off and slipped the shirt over his head. He was right, it barely covered his crotch and he had to hold it down. “There…satisfied?”

“You look so pretty all cleaned up and flushed from a hot bath!” Arthur blushed again and Francis took his hand. “Come now, lets be off to bed. You’ll be thankful you’re wearing this shirt when you get into bed. My room heats up more than the others and sweaty pillows are hardly romantic.” Arthur mumbled as he was brought to Frances overly plush and decorative bed of blue and purple. He took all the pillows off and turned down the sheets. “Well come on, get it.” Arthur held his breath and did so.

A bed…a real bed again! The last time he slept on one was with his mother in that dirty old house that smelt of dust and fabric. But this bed smelt like roses and strangely, wine. It was a nice combination. Arthur couldn’t help the smile that crossed his features as he settled into the plush mattress and covered himself. His smiled immediately faded when he felt Frances cuddle up to him.

“Wear that smile more often, my love. It only adds to your beauty.”

“Get. Off. Me!” Arthur tried to push him away but he was too tired from a full belly, a soft bed, and a clean body. Plus, he was just weak in general due to his current life. Francis was strong and healthy. If he stayed here long
enough, Arthur could build his body mass back up and THEN he could kick the shit out of his frilly pervert! But for now, the soft bed and full stomach were too much for him and he let himself fall asleep in Frances’ arms, picturing it was Alfred.


The next morning after breakfast, Alfred was stuck in Yao’s room, polishing all of his shoes. The young man had more shoes than necessary and his wrist was getting tired just from the brush. Even the fumes were starting to get to him and the polish was on his hands. Six pairs down, eleven more to go. He figured he should be thankful he was in here and not accompanying Yao on a shopping trip. Feliciano had gone with him and Alfred didn’t let on that he heard him and Ludwig going at it last night. He will ask his friend who that ‘Ludwig’ was before the day is out. And Alfred figured that after he was done with the shoes, he would go out to the gardens again and visit with that nice Kiku. Maybe he would let him pick some of the roses! Alfred smiled and whistled a tune as he continued to polish the shoes. The knock that came at the door made him pause and look over his shoulder.

“Lord Yao’s room. Who is it?” Alfred asked.

“It’s me, Toris. Mr. Alfred, Lord Ivan requests your presence in his private office. You may drop whatever you are doing.”

Alfred gulped and dropped the shoe he was currently polishing to the floor. He stood up and took a deep breath. This was it. This would be the second time he was meeting Ivan since yesterday. He blushed as he wondered what Ivan wanted. The sinking feeling in his stomach told him he was probably right.

End Chapter 3 TBC