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Storm of War	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1886 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. This fic is for fun. I'm not making any money off of this fanfiction

Chapter List
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***Note: More angst in this chapter but things will start looking up, I promise! Sorry I took so long with this chapter but I’m working on two stories and work started up again, so I’m a little stretched. ^^ But a little hard work never hurt anybody.

***Warning: Some language, soft yaoi, angst.

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Chapter 3

The ship was prepared for the voyage to Madylia a day later thanks to Yao already having the ship mostly stocked for his next expedition prior to this one. Alfred and Ivan still were not talking and the tension in the air was heavy enough to cut through with a knife. They both had separate rooms on the ship, which meant that Yao (being the captain) had to leave his quarters for Alfred. There was already a room set up for royalty but Ivan had claimed that while Alfred took over the other. Everyone else had a room below deck on the first floor. The very lower level was for livestock, food and drink storage along with other various necessities. Sailing in the winter was not the best time but with the current situation, Alfred and Ivan did not have a choice. Despite their fighting, Ivan had sent Alfred some heavy fur coats, cloaks, and blankets to have while on the ship. The others were advised to bring as much fur clothing as possible for the winter sea air. Sadik’s kingdom and country had an almost tropical climate so they wouldn’t be cold for the entire voyage.

Alfred was in his room, gazing out the window at the open horizon before him. Somewhere beyond that horizon was his little Gabe and a kingdom he’s never seen. Normally, Alfred would be helping the deckhands carry in his stuff but right now his mind was filled with worry for Gabe and hatred for Ivan. He pulled his fur cloak tighter around him as he continued to think about Gabe and wonder where he was and if he was all right. There were so many thoughts running through his mind of possible dangers or troubles his son may be in. Was he on a ship with whoever kidnapped him? Was he still hidden somewhere in their own kingdom? Ivan had set specific search parties to continue to look for Gabe while they traveled to Madylia. But was his son okay? Was he warm? Was he well cared for? Alfred had no choice but to trust in Sadik’s words that his son was being looked after for as his friends had said the boy was worth more alive. The horrid thought of finding out his son was harmed or even possibly killed sent chills down his spine and made his stomach twist in fear. For as peaceful as he was something like that was grounds for war and he would declare it. First he would kill Ivan and THEN he would declare war for all of this was his fault. Okay, so he wouldn’t KILL Ivan but he would maim him brutally. The easiest way would be to divorce but at the moment nothing was certain about their relationship until he knew Gabe was safe and sound with them. Alfred sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose from all the mental stress he was under. He just wanted his son back.

“Alfred?” Alfred turned to see Arthur stepping down into the room and overly dressed in furs. He removed his fur earlap hat as he entered and gave a shiver. “Damn winter…I hate the cold!” Alfred gave him a weak smile.

“Well we have a full month of this weather so you’d better get used to it. You’ll be sleeping next to Francis and with the way you two are in the bedroom you’ll heat each other up easily.”

“You shouldn’t speak of such things…especially when you aren’t speaking to Ivan.”

“Don’t even mention that name in my presence! And are you implying that I NEED Ivan to keep me warm?”

“You just said his name.” Alfred frowned and looked back out the window. “I know you probably don’t want to hear it but he, well, both of you, are very broken up by all this. Instead of fighting you should be comforting each other.”

“But this is all his fault, Arthur!”

“I understand your reasoning, Alfred. But you have to realize that Ivan is hurting over this too and you’ve seen how agitated he’s been. And that fight the other day…” Alfred put his hand up to silence him.

“Don’t speak of that, either. When is this damn ship going to set sail? I’m tired of just sitting around!” He slammed his fist down on the windowsill.

“We will be setting off soon.” Arthur replied as he reached up to light the ceiling lanterns for him. “I really think you should talk to Ivan, though.”

“Fuck him.”

“Hey, watch your tongue. You may be queen but you should still have respect for your elders.”

“Oh please. All the bad words I have I learned from you!”

“Hardly. I’m a gentleman and I may say things in times of extreme frustration or anger but that’s it. Never in conversation.” Alfred snorted and watched him light the last ceiling lantern. “So are you going to talk to Ivan?”

“No.” Arthur slumped his shoulders.

“Alfred, honestly, you’re acting like a child!”

“Well if your son was taken from you because of something stupid Francis did wouldn’t you be pissed off as well?”

“Of course I would but instead of fighting we would work together for a solution! We would need comfort more than anything.” Alfred looked away from him again and a knock came at his cabin door. Yao popped in and signaled they were getting ready to hoist anchor. “Should I come up on deck?”

“If you’d like.” Yao replied and then looked to Alfred. “You coming as well?”

“Sure, why not.”

Alfred grabbed his fur hat to put it on as he joined the others on deck. All of his friends were in sight on either side of the ship but he chose to go stand by Matthew and Gilbert. He looked around for Ivan and spotted him with Yao at the stirring wheel. Their eyes met for a moment and they stared at one another before they turned away. Despite how enraged he was with Ivan he did notice that he was spending a bit too much time with Yao and he didn’t like it. He wouldn’t put it past Ivan that he would stray from him even if it were a brief fling. If the man knew what was good for him he would keep it in his pants or risk losing it.

As the ship began to set sail everyone was focused on the wide-open sea ahead of them except for Ivan. Instead, Ivan glued his to Alfred as the man rests his hands on the ships railing to gaze out into the ocean. The fur clothing blew softly in the wind and he could only stare at his profile but that was all he needed. The sun was just rising as they set out to sea and the rays made Alfred’s entire body glow. The man closed his eyes as he was enjoying the suns rays even though the air was crisp and chilly. They still weren’t talking and Ivan was already missing his rose’s laughter and sweet smile. No, he missed not one smile but both smiles. He missed the extremely happy grin when Alfred was excited about something. Then there was the sweet coy smile when Ivan whispered words of love in his ear or reminded him how beautiful he was. Now his lover only looked at him with discontent and Ivan was beginning to hate that frown but he would not give in either. Not all of this was his fault although he knew that’s what Alfred is continuing to think. All his friends are telling Alfred differently yet the man still won’t come to him. It would seem, to him, that everyone was on his side and not Alfred’s but his rose was still growing thorns, waiting for Ivan to touch him so he could make him bleed. Well, this ship was fairly small, unlike the palace, so Alfred did not have the option of running away. The sooner he made amends with Alfred the sooner he can sit down and properly discuss policies with his council.

‘When are you going to come to me, Alfred? Come to your senses…’

The journey wasn’t more than two weeks in when illness began to slowly spread around the ship. The ships apothecary had recognized most cases as either pneumonia or influenza and was treating them as best he could. They had already lost two sailors who had to be tossed overboard and more were falling ill. Currently, Matthew, Gilbert, and Francis had come down with one of the two aliments. Francis had a simple case of the flu but being on a ship only intensified his discomfort and he wasn’t the best patient. Arthur had contemplated smothering him with the pillow more than once just to stop his whining. Matthew and Gilbert shared a bed as they were both diagnosed with pneumonia. Matthew’s illness was at a higher level of severity since his immune system was always very weak. Ludwig was currently with them instead of Feliciano, who had wanted to be there helping. Ludwig refused to let him get sick so he gave the man strict orders not to come into their cabin. He had just finished giving them some drinking water when the cabin door opened and Alfred walked in.

“Whew, it’s a cold one today!” He shivered and rubbed his gloved hands together. “How are they?”

“Just throw me overboard.” Gilbert said in a breathless voice. Matthew was asleep beside him, his breathing heavy and labored.

“Tempting. But you know we’d never do that.” Ludwig replied and then turned to Alfred. “Any news from the deck?” Alfred shook his head.

“None as of yet. Ivan, Toris, Heracles and Vash are having a meeting in the main cabin. Since I won’t be in the same room as ‘him’ I will be briefed on it later. I’m more concerned about Matthew, though.” Alfred looked over at his baby brother with a worried look.

“Geez, ‘Hi Gilbert, how are you feeling?’ ‘I’m feeling well, Alfred, thank you for asking’.” Gilbert mocked him and Alfred had to laugh at that.

“I’m sorry. How are you feeling, Gilbert?” His response came with a heavy cough. “I see. Where’s Feli? I haven’t seen him recently.”

“He’s been spending a lot of time with Kiku since I won’t let him in here. You’ve never seen a sick Feli before…it’s horrible.”

“I know Arthur is fed up with Francis’ flu already! If we hear a body hitting the water soon we’ll know it was Francis.” Alfred put his hand on Ludwig’s shoulder and smiled. “Go take a break. You must be hungry. The chef has some stew warming up left over from last night.”

“You shouldn’t be staying in here, either.”

“I’m used to Mattie being sick. I’m not worried.” Ludwig stood up and motioned Alfred over to the corner of the room, ignoring Gilbert’s breathy words of ‘no secret telling’ protests. “I’m sure the ship’s apothecary has been keeping you up to date with their health?” Alfred nodded. “Aren’t you concerned?”

“I am…but I’m doing my best not to show it…for Mattie’s sake.” He smiled softly. “He’s had this before and has overcome it so I’m not too worried…but it would be lying to say I wasn’t worried at all. What about you with Gilbert? I know he’s along the same health lines as Mattie.”

“He’s pulled through as well. The only thing I’m worried about is that we’re on a ship in the middle of nowhere and the apothecary only has so many supplies before he runs out. And I know you don’t like the fact that we higher ups are getting treated more than the deckhands.” Alfred nodded.

“I don’t…but I also understand the priority system. I’ve spoken to the apothecary and I know he is working hard to give everyone as much equal attention as he can. I’ve heard we’ve also lost a few men to the sickness and they’ve been tossed overboard…I never knew sailing at sea would be like this. I guess I never really thought about it. I’m trying to keep my composure.”

“Just take care of yourself and try to stay away from the lower levels of the ship. That’s where the illnesses are more prominent. Oh, I heard that Francis will make a full recovery it will just be a slow one.”

“Yes, I just came from them and Arthur told me. I know Arthur is worried but he would never show it in front of people.”

“I won’t be long. I just want to see Feliciano and get a bite to eat.”

Alfred saw him to the door and closed it tightly behind him so no cold air would be let in. The apothecary told him that cold air could possibly bring about his brother and Gilbert’s deaths if they were to catch chill. Gilbert had fallen asleep against Matthew and his brother looked to be troubled by the weight in his sleep. Alfred shifted Gilbert’s body off of Matthew’s and pulled the fur blankets up to their chins. He felt both their foreheads and they still had fevers. Alfred looked around and saw the bowl of seawater with a cloth in it. He rung the cloth out in the bowl and brought it over to the bed where he proceeded to wipe the hot sweat from their foreheads. The drinking water was too precious to waste on something like this so the seawater at room temperature seemed to be more than enough. He himself hadn’t been feeling very well lately but he had no fear of it being pneumonia or influenza. It had to be the cold air and the ‘cabin fever’ starting to sink in to his head for if he did not get out of that room he would go stir crazy. Being with his brother and Gilbert was a change of daily activity and scenery. He started to doze off a bit in the chair when soft whimpering and shakey breath said his name.

“A-Alfred?”

“Mattie?” Alfred took his hand and squeezed gently. “I’m here, Mattie. It’s okay.” Matthew opened his eyes tiredly and smiled at him.

“Good…Gilbert here…too?”

“Yes. He’s asleep beside you. He’s doing well.”

“Good. Alfie…when…are we off…this ship?” Alfred sighed.

“Not for a long while yet, Mattie. We’re about halfway there. I know sailing is tough but it’ll be over before you know it. But how are you feeling, Mattie? Have you been taking the medicine?” Matthew gave a short nod.

“Uh huh. It tastes horrible…but I take it anyway.” Alfred smiled and stroked the damp bangs from his face. “I’m glad you’re here, Alfred. I keep…having bad dreams…I can’t remember them but…but I know they’re bad.”

“That’s your fever giving you those troubles, you know that. Don’t be silly!” He tried to cheer his brother up and it had worked for Matthew let out a weak laugh. His brother was always a very sweet and happy sick person no matter the aliment.

“Will I get better?”

“Of course you will! You always get better…and the fact that you are talking to me like this proves it. Before you could hardly speak a word!” Matthew smiled.

“Okay…I trust you, Alfie.”

“Now just rest. I’m staying here with you for awhile.”

He leaned down and kissed Matthew’s hot forehead. Matthew closed his eyes and smiled as he snuggled into Gilbert, seeking his warmth despite his fever. Alfred stayed with them until evening when Ludwig had come back. Alfred took his leave, kissing his brother’s forehead as well as Gilbert’s before he left. Alfred ordered for his food to be sent to his cabin before he readied himself for bed. His dinner was brought to him and consisted of cheese, salted meat, dried beans, and some eggs along with wine. They had just made port a few days ago at one of their allies to stock up on more fresh food. It wouldn’t last for long but if what Yao said were true they would be hitting another friendly port soon to stock up again. After he ate his dinner he blew out the lanterns and settled under the fur blankets. The full moon lit up the room and cast shadows along the walls. Alfred lay awake, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness as he thought about Gabe. Since the day his kidnapping happened Alfred was unable to get a full nights rest, his mind always occupied with the thoughts of his son. Many nights like this he had to just lie awake and wait until sleep took over. Surprisingly, Alfred felt himself grow tired quickly and the moment he rolled over he quickly fell asleep.

Early the next morning Toris woke up early, rested yet sore. The bed was the most uncomfortable piece of furniture he had ever lain on and he couldn’t wait until he was in a real bed on steady ground. Feliks was still asleep against him with his blonde head tucked underneath his chin. He stroked the man’s lower back for a few minutes before he sat up in the bed, cracking his back. The sound was enough to wake Feliks up and the man grumbled, patting his hand on the warm empty spot where Toris was. Toris had gotten off the bed and started dressing quickly to escape the cold. Feliks blinked his green eyes open and moaned, rubbing his eyes.

“Why you up?” He said with a tired voice.

“I have documents to write up, you know that.” He shivered as he put his furs on. “This cold is getting ridiculous. Next time we make port I’m buying heavier clothes.”

“But like, what about what I need?”

“I’ll buy you warmer clothes too.” Feliks just mumbled and rolled onto his back, throwing the blankets over his face.

“Come back to bed. It’s like, too early to be up. I’m not moving.”

“That’s fine. You can stay here in bed for as long as you want. There’s no need for you to accompany me. I do have to go get Alfred, though. He needs to read over the document notes before I write them up. Ivan’s approved them but now I need to get Alfred’s approval. I hope I can talk him in to agreeing with everything we’ve come up with.”

“I thought you said Ivan wasn’t, like, able to think properly for all this?”

“Well…mostly it was myself, Ludwig, Vash and Yao who decided most of this. Ivan just reviewed it and said yes to all of it. When he makes up with Alfred he’ll reread them and maybe put more effort into understanding it. Right now he’s in just a ‘do whatever’ mode.” Toris sighed. “The sooner things patch up between those two, the better.”

“I bet Alfred is horny as all hell.” Feliks said through the blankets.

“Why is that an issue at all?”

“Those two fuck like rabbits so they like, must be feeling it by now. Alfred and I always share- nevermind.” He laughed from under the blankets and Toris frowned.

“Share what?” He asked as he gathered the necessary papers in his arms.

“Nothing.” He giggled again and Toris just rolled his eyes.

“I’ll see you later, then. Don’t sleep too late, now.” His answer came with a wave from the under the blankets and Toris left the room.

He went up on deck and shivered against the cold sea air, pulling his fur cloak tighter around his shoulders. A few of the deckhands greeted him and Toris smiled back as he made his way to Alfred’s cabin. He waved at Yao who was up at the steering wheel before arriving at Alfred’s cabin. Toris knocked on the door but didn’t receive an answer. He knocked again and still there was no reply. Toris opened the door and looked inside to see Alfred still in bed. He smiled and stepped quietly into the room, pulling the door shut. He hated to wake him up but he really needed for him to approve of these notes and policies. Toris placed the scrolls down on Alfred’s table and went over to the bed, gently shaking him.

“Alfred? Alfred, I hate to wake you, but I have papers for you to look at and- “ Toris stopped when he noticed Alfred’s labored breathing and flushed cheeks. “Alfred?” Toris placed his hand on Alfred’s forehead and gasped at the intense heat he felt against his skin. “Oh no…Alfred? Alfred! Wake up!” Toris shook him more but Alfred hardly responded to the motions. “Alfred! Wake up!” Toris could see that the top of the furs and the pillow were drenched in sweat and Alfred’s hair was practically plastered to his head. The blue eyes opened to little slits and looked at Toris.

“Stop…the walls…” Alfred whispered out and Toris lightly tapped his cheeks.

“Alfred…what are you talking about? Alfred! Can you see me? Can you hear me? Who am I?”

“The walls…” Toris could easily tell that Alfred’s mind was sick with fever and he was most likely hallucinating from it. His eyes were moving in circles and he continued to mutter about the walls. “Hold on, Alfred!” Toris ran to the door and quickly stepped out, closing it behind him. “I NEED THE APOTHECARY!” He shouted to the deck hands. “GET THE APOTHECARY! HURRY! IT’S AN EMERGANCY!” One of the deck hands hurried off to do as he was told and Toris turned to his left to see Yao hurrying down the deck steps.

“What’s going on?” He asked.

“Alfred’s caught what’s going around!” Toris replied and the color drained for Yao’s face.

“Oh no…that’s all we need! Alfred’s sickness will drive Ivan mad! Are you sure he’s sick and not hung over or something?”

“No, he is actually sick! Come see for yourself!” Toris led Yao into the cabin and he went over to Alfred’s beside, looking down at him. Yao felt his forehead and noticed the far-off look in his eyes. “See what I mean?”

“Who’s going to tell Ivan?” Yao looked at Toris and the man started to tremble.

“Please…please don’t let it be me! You should do it! I have to deal with him all the time for business matters!”

“I sail the ship!”

“Ludwig can sail it! You tell Ivan!”

“Don’t be such a sissy!”

“Then why can’t you do it?”

“He listens to you more than he does me! Just do it! I’ll stay with Alfred until the apothecary comes.”

“L-lets just wait to see what he says first…then I’ll go and let Ivan know.” Toris said in defeat. Jumping overboard seemed like the perfect option as of now.

“Momma…?” They both turned to Alfred when they heard his voice. He was on his stomach and gripping the sheets, staring at the wall. “Momma…wake up…”

“He’s completely out of it.” Yao sighed. “Where is that apothecary?”

“Someone went to get him…but you can expect to see more men thrown overboard soon.”

“Why?” Toris sighed.

“You know Ivan will have the apothecary working on just Alfred and no one else…maybe the other three, but that’s all.” Yao nodded.

“If the wind keeps up like this we’ll hit the next port in about three days. If it slows then things may start looking grim.”

“Oh gods above! Please don’t tell me that.” The door opened and the apothecary rushed in with his medical bag.

“I’m here!” He said and rushed to Alfred’s bedside. “Pneumonia, no doubt.” He said quickly. He checked Alfred’s eyes, mouth, ears and throat. “Yes, he’s caught it and it’s a bad case as well.”

“What can be done?” Yao asked.

“We need to keep the fever down and I have an herbal mix for that. You can mix it into anything, food or drink.” Alfred started coughing and the apothecary quickly sat him up to ease the pressure on his lungs. “I’ll make a powder for him to inhale as well…in hopes that it will help clean out his lungs. I want to avoid bleeding him if I can.”

“So what can we do to help him? What do we need to watch out for?” Yao asked.

“Always keep him bundled up and let no cold air in the room. Don’t worry if he’s sweating for he can get the chills and still sweat. I would suggest keeping most people out of the room who may be sick or have come in contact with a person. I know that will be hard but the less people we have coming in and out of the room the better. And we have to make sure he eats to keep his body strong and help fight the fever. We can’t let the fever get too high or his body will overheat and kill him.” The apothecary laid him back down and covered him up. “Dress him in something warmer as well. We can’t take any chances.”

“I’ll change him.” Yao offered and then turned to Toris. “Go get either Feliciano or Kiku in here to stay with Alfred. He’ll need full time looking after. Ivan will command it anyway.” Toris nodded.

“I’ll be back.” Toris left the cabin and proceeded to Ludwig’s cabin first, wanting to buy as much time from breaking the news to Ivan as he could.

In their cabin, Ludwig and Feliciano were engaged in some early morning lovemaking. Feliciano was seated in Ludwig’s lap while he continuously thrust up into him. His hands gripped Ludwig’s shoulders as he pressed down onto Ludwig’s thrusts, crying out in pleasure. Ludwig used one hand to balance them on the bed and let the other explore Feliciano’s back. His lips nipped and kissed at every spot they could reach on Feliciano’s chest, neck and shoulders. Feliciano wrapped his arms tightly around Ludwig’s neck so they were pressed closer together. He heard Ludwig give a soft grunt as his strong arm snaked around his waist.

“W-What’s wrong?” Feliciano knew that when Ludwig gave that little grunt it meant he had something on his mind.

“You’re too skinny. I don’t like it.”

“It’s the poor food here…” He gasped. “I’m not used to it. My Wiggy always feeds…me so well…more!”

“You’ve always been like this though. It’s not healthy.” He continued his thrusting and Feliciano had to stand on his knees to accommodate the speed.

“No talking…just loving.” He panted out and Ludwig gave a moan of delight before it turned into a gruff of annoyance. The sickening sound of a knock at their door interrupted them and they paused in their movements.

“WHAT?” Ludwig called loudly to the door and held Feliciano in place when he attempted to move off of him. “You stay right there.” He said quickly to his wife who gave a little whimper.

“It-It’s Toris. We have a slight issue and we may need Feli.”

“Is the ship going to blow up if he doesn’t see you right now?” Ludwig asked flatly.

“Uh…no. No, but it is an important matter…I guess you’re busy?” Toris asked and Feliciano looked at Ludwig with a pout, shaking his shoulders softly.

“He said it’s important, Wiggy.” He whined.

“Fine. Wait here.” He lifted Feliciano off of him and stood up from the bed, slipping on his fur cloak before he went to the door. He opened it and narrowed his eyes at Toris. “Now what is it?” Toris gulped.

“Um…well, you see…Alfred has come down with pneumonia and he will need constant tending to…and we thought Feli could-“

“No.” Ludwig answered right away.

“But Ludwig-“ Feliciano tried to protest but Ludwig shut the door on him so he couldn’t hear his conversation with Toris.

“Why my wife? What’s wrong with yours?” Ludwig crossed his arms.

“Feliks couldn’t even take care of the canary I bought him!”

“You’ve also bought him that horse.”

“And I pay someone else to keep it and groom it.” He said flatly. “Feliks just rides and pets it. But this is Ivan’s ‘WIFE’ we’re talking about here and-“

“So if something were to happen to Alfred under Feli’s watch Ivan would decapitate him, right?”

“Ah…y-you know Ivan wouldn’t do-“ Toris saw the serious look in Ludwig’s eyes and he put hands up. “Sorry I asked. No problem…I’ll ask Kiku if he can do it. He’s already familiar with medicines and herbs.”

“Perfect. He would be a better choice anyway.”

“Sorry to…interrupt you.” Ludwig watched as Toris left before he went back into the room. Feliciano was looking at him sadly and he immediately pointed his finger at him.

“I said ‘no’. Don’t even bother asking, Feli.”

“But Alfred is my friend!”

“I don’t want you getting sick too! Men have been dying from all this illness, Feli, and I don’t want you catching it! You can hear about someone getting sick and you’ll end up with some type of cold just out of the blue. I can’t have that. Kiku will take care of Alfred so you don’t have to worry. I rather have you helping me run the ship with Yao, okay?” Feliciano nodded, tearing up slightly until Ludwig put his hand on his head. “I’m not being mean on purpose…I’m just protecting you. If we weren’t on this ship and Alfred was sick, of course you could go and help care for him but we have limited supplies and medicines here. We may not have enough for everyone. I can’t take that chance with you.”

“I understand. Poor Alfred…and poor Ivan. How will he take this news?”

“Not well…we know that.” He sighed. “I suppose we should get dressed and start the day. Once Ivan hears the news about Alfred we may just loose him. Mentally, that is. But I think this may even help bring them back together.”

“You think so?” Feliciano perked up at that.

“Well, pneumonia can be very deadly and I’m sure Ivan would- well, we won’t think that way. Get up and get dressed.” He kissed the top of his brown haired head.

Toris was now on his way to tell Ivan the news of Alfred’s sickness. He had just come from Kiku who said he would be more than happy to watch over Alfred so that was a relief. Toris only had one bottle of his pink medicine left and he chugged the rest of it in hopes that it would settle his nervous stomach. He wasn’t sure of how Ivan was going to react when he heard. The man may be calm at first and flip out later or he would blow his top and sink the ship. Toris whimpered and trembled all the way to the royal chamber before he hesitantly knocked at the door. He heard Ivan’s voice saying for him to come in so Toris did so, feeling as if the world was moving at an agonizingly slow pace. It seemed to take forever for him to step down into the lush dark room. It was truly a room fit for a king with more decorations and carpets than necessary. Ivan was at the desk with a half empty glass bottle of vodka and he looked to have been drinking as well. His face was calm yet his brows furrowed. His eyes held dark bags under them from his lack of sleep and Toris wished the ship would hit a rock and sink right now. He took a deep gulp and clasped his hands together behind his back.

“Y-Your majesty…um…I came to tell you that…that the queen has fallen ill and has been confined to his room.” Ivan didn’t move from his desk. “T-The apothecary says that the queen has caught the pneumonia that is going around.” Ivan just stared at him and Toris continued to tremble. “H-He has a very high fever and he is hallucinating as well. Currently Kiku is caring for him and…and we thought you should know since…since it is a very serious illness and…and he’s caught a strong case of it.” Toris ‘eeped’ when Ivan stood up to his full height, looking like a bear with all his fur in the darkened room.

Ivan said nothing as he walked from the room and Toris quickly followed after him. He was waiting for Ivan to say something but he never did as he walked the way to Alfred’s room. Ivan went inside without knocking and stepped down into the room with Toris behind him. Kiku stood up from his chair and bowed. Alfred was panting and sweating on the bed while speaking some incoherent raspy words. Ivan walked over to the bed and looked down at Alfred’s flushed damp face. He observed him for a moment before he pulled out a handkerchief from his inner cloak pocket and gently dabbed at his rose’s face.

“You are dismissed, Kiku.” Ivan finally spoke.

“Majesty?”

“I will stay with Alfred and you can help Yao with the ship. I will call if I need help with anything.” Kiku looked at Toris who just gave him the same confused look before beckoning him to follow. Kiku bowed again and left with Toris so the two were alone in the room.

Ivan sat on the edge of the bed and carefully wiped the sweat from Alfred’s neck. In the three years they had been married Alfred had only gotten sick twice. Once was from eating some berries that Ivan warned him about. They had been on an early spring morning ride in the woods when Alfred’s hunger got the best of him and he joyfully munched on some berries. They had to make a hasty retreat back to the palace where Alfred was throwing up for the next two days. A year later he had caught a cold and had to be confined to his bed for a few days. Yet neither of them compared to his lover’s current state. Alfred body trembled in a cold sweat and his skin was tinted gray. He backed away when Alfred started to cough and helped him up from behind. When his coughing had ceased Ivan carefully laid him back down and stroked his cheek. Alfred hardly seemed to acknowledge his presence and that made Ivan’s heart ache all the more.

Now, more than anything, he was regretting his foolish pride that had kept him away from his rose. True, he could not have foreseen this happening to avoid it but he still felt guilty. They were still a day or more away from the next port and their supplies were running low. A lot could happen in just two days and he feared the apothecary did not have all the supplies he needed. Ivan knew that sickness was creeping around the ship and taking lives but he didn’t think much of it until now. The apothecary would just have to save all of his best medicines and herbs for Alfred and the other three. If the deckhands survive to the next port then they can be healed. If they didn’t survive then they would be tossed overboard. It was cruel but it was necessary. Alfred would yell at him for letting such a merciless action take place but Ivan would send some coins to the families of the deceased sailors to make up for it. Alfred was worth more than a few simple lives. He looked back at Alfred when he heard him start to mumble words. Ivan wiped at his face again and spoke his name but his beloved wife didn’t respond. Instead, Alfred started thrashing around on the bed and Ivan had to hold him down to keep the man from falling off. He didn’t hear the door open or notice when the apothecary hurried to his side until his name was called.

“Majesty! You’re majesty!” Ivan turned to look at him but said not a word. “Keep holding him! I have something to calm him!” The man reached into his bag and took out a small bottle. He uncorked it and waved it under Alfred’s nose a few times before pulling it away. Ivan could feel his wife’s struggling slowly cease until his breathing was back to a steady wheeze. “That’s his fever causing those convulsions. I brought a canteen of fresh water from the barrels but we are running extremely low.”

“What are you mixing into that water?” Ivan asked.

“This is a powder that will help bring down the fever but we have to keep giving it to him every morning and evening. I pray we hit a port soon because I am running low on my herbs. I have about a two day’s supply left.”

“But you will be making most of the medicines for the queen, yes?” The apothecary looked at him.

“Majesty? B-but there are others that need medical attention.”

“My other three councilmen, yes. But that is all until we hit port.”

“Maj-“ Ivan’s face turned dangerously grim and his tired violet eyes seemed to stare through the apothecary. The man’s back straightened and he quickly bowed. “As you command, your highness.”

“Your queen is your first priority.”

“I understand. We need him to drink this so help me hold his head up. I need to make sure he takes it in.” Ivan gently slid one arm under Alfred’s shoulders and the other under his head to raise him from the bed. The apothecary tilted Alfred’s chin and let some of the medical water pour into his mouth. “Tilt his head back a bit so he swallows.” Ivan did so and he could see Alfred’s neck moving as he swallowed the water. “Good, he took it in.”

“How long until it brings the fever down?”

“Everyone is different. In the queen’s case it is very severe so it may take some time. If we continue to keep his fever down then his body can fight the illness. He will need plenty of liquids and foods, mainly stews right now.”

“I’ll see that the chef makes some.”

“Yes. And I strongly suggest that you only let very few people pass in here. His body is very weak and I don’t want him to catch something else on top of this.” Ivan nodded.

“Understood.”

“As I told Chancellor Toris I want to avoid bleeding him if I can.” There was a knock at the door and Ivan left his lover’s bed to answer it. He peeked his head out around the door and saw Arthur, looking worried.

“I heard about Alfred! How is he?”

“He is very ill. The apothecary has advised that very few people enter in fear of making his condition worse. I’d let you in but you’ve been nursing your sick husband and you may be carrying some part of it.”

“I see…um…if it’s at all possible I would like to hear reports of his progress?”

“I’m sure the apothecary will tell you about it if you ask him. Now go away.”

“Can I just look inside?”

“No.” Ivan replied flatly and slipped around the door, closing it so no draft could come in. “I know you want to run in there and hold him in your lap but he’s not a child anymore. He is my wife and my queen and I can take care of him.”

“Ivan, we’ve been through this many times. I’ve told you there’s nothing between Alfred and I. However, I won’t hide the fact that I care about him as a father would their child for I’ve raised him, as you know.”

“As you tell me all the time. It doesn’t change anything.” Ivan gave him a tired grin. “Go take care of your husband and I will take care of my wife. Once we make port we will remain there until everyone is back to normal, if we can, and then we will continue on our way. When Alfred is feeling better I will let you see him.”

“Francis is up and moving around in the room. The rocking of the boat is the only thing that currently is upsetting his stomach.”

“I’m glad to hear that Francis has pulled through. Have you checked on Matthew? He is my brother-in-law. And so is Gilbert…by marriage.” He had trouble saying the last part.

“Gilbert has gotten better and grows stronger by the day. Matthew is still fighting the sickness but he’s expected to recover as well.”

“Good to hear. Now if you don’t mind I must be getting back to my rose. Ta ta.” Ivan went back into the room and Arthur was about to protest when the door was slammed in his face.

For the rest of the day, Ivan did not leave Alfred’s bedside or the room. It was currently dinnertime and Ivan was awaiting the arrival of their stews. His rose had slept silently all through the day except for his raspy breathing. The sky was growing dark with the approaching night and Ivan had to light a few of the lanterns so he could continue to see his wife’s beautiful face. Ivan didn’t care that his skin was gray and clammy or that he made sickly noises, he was still very beautiful. Ivan had brushed the wheat colored hair back and pinned it up with a decorative clip he had found in one of Alfred’s trunks. He was tired of the damp bangs hiding his love’s sleeping face and it couldn’t be comfortable for him either. Ivan took another sip from his vodka bottle before he corked it closed. Getting drunk would help to ease his suffering but he knew he had to stay in control for Alfred’s sake. Ivan reached over and felt Alfred’s forehead with the back of his hand. It was still warm but not burning hot like earlier. The medicine must be working and Alfred was due for another dose of it soon. Ivan soon heard the apothecary’s voice through the door announcing that he had brought them their stew. Ivan had given specific orders that only the apothecary could deliver the food. He was told the chef was in fine health and he had nothing to fear from anything contaminating the stew. They really didn’t have a choice in the matter and just had to go with the apothecary’s word. Ivan thanked him and balanced the tray on one arm as he took it from him, letting the man enter.

“Come back in a little while after he eats. Then we will give him the medicine.”

“Yes, your majesty. I mixed some more medicine into his stew…this one should help to start clearing his lungs for easier breathing.”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Oh, and I have word from Captain Yao. He said we are straight on course for the next port and if the wind stays the way it is we will be there by late morning!” Ivan gave a true smile.

“Best news I’ve heard all day. Thank you.”

Ivan heard the man leave and he placed the tray on the table. The ship was rocking slightly and it was a relief to know the furniture was bolted to the floor. He went over to Alfred’s bedside and gently shook him, hoping that he could get the man to wake up. It took a minute or so of shaking before Alfred blinked his eyes open slowly. His breathing was still heavy and labored as he lifted his blue eyes to see Ivan standing above him. Alfred’s brows furrowed and his eyes narrowed at him. Ivan gave an almost microscopic smile when he saw his lover’s eyes.

“Dinner is here.” Alfred turned his face away from him. Ivan went over to the table and grabbed the right bowl, taking it to his seat. “This is freshly made salted stew. It will help you get stronger…you need to eat, my rose.”

“Why are you here?” He whispered, still not looking at him.

“I’m your husband. It’s my duty to watch over you when you are in need…despite our current differences.” Alfred coughed a bit before speaking.

“Go away…I don’t…want you here.” Ivan’s shoulders slumped.

“I’m not going anywhere.” It was going to be hard to say but Ivan knew he had to give in. It was possible that this disease could drain the life out of his beloved rose and he did not want their last times together to be like this. He had to make amends, for his sake as well as Alfred. “Alfred…I’m…I’m sorry.” He watched for Alfred’s reaction but the man was still turned away from him. “My love…I’m sorry for how…how rash I was. If I had listened to you we would probably still have Gabe with us. I couldn’t have known they would take him like that. But I really am…truly sorry. I don’t want you to distance yourself from me anymore. We will work together to get Gabe back…I promise. Please forgive me, my rose…I shouldn’t have let this get as far as it did. Do you forgive me? I need my wife…and I need my queen.” He watched as Alfred turned his head back to face him, his eyes moist with tears. Ivan gave him a smile and at that moment Alfred let his tears fall along his flushed cheeks.

“Ivan…I’m sorry too.” He gasped out and reached one of his arms up to him. Ivan held the bowl out of the way and bent forward so his forehead rested against Alfred’s warm one. “I’m frightened, Ivan…” They nuzzled each other like a pair of cats and Alfred kissed Ivan’s cheek. “What’s going to happen to me?”

“Nothing.” Ivan said firmly. “Nothing at all. You will get better and before you know it we will have Gabe back in our arms.” Alfred coughed a bit and smiled afterwards.

“I don’t…feel that-“

“Hush. I need you to eat now. Can you sit up?” Alfred struggled to do so but he managed to lift himself from the mattress. Ivan didn’t want his back and shoulders to catch chill so he took one of the extra blankets from the bed and covered his shoulders. Alfred smiled weakly and turned to face him.

“I can’t even smell that stew…but it looks so good.” He wheezed.

“Yes, it’s very important that you eat.” Ivan blew on the first small spoonful and held it to Alfred’s lips. Alfred opened his mouth and took in the stew, finding it difficult to swallow.

“Throat hurts…”

“I know…but just keep eating. The medicine in it will help you.” Ivan continued to feed Alfred the stew, mindful of the bits dripping down his chin. Alfred was able to get through half the bowl when he felt sick to his stomach, lurching forward with his arms around his abdomen. “Alfred?” Alfred covered his mouth and Ivan acted fast, grabbing the water basin and dumping it on the floor. He brought the basin over and held it in front of Alfred as he threw up the contents of the stew. Ivan moved the basin away when he was done and helped him lie back down on the bed.

“Ivan…” He whispered as he started to gasp for air. Ivan felt his forehead and could feel the fever building up once again. He immediately uncorked the canteen and held it to Alfred’s lips.

“Drink this!”

Alfred lifted his head as he drank down the water. Ivan pulled it away and corked it again. Alfred had reverted to coughing and hacking while Ivan could only sit back and wait for him to ride it out. When Alfred’s coughs had settled down he was thrown back into his delusional stage where he was lost to the world. Ivan rests his elbows on his knees and held his head in his hands. He felt so powerless against this illness that he could not see or touch. This was one thing Ivan could not protect his rose from and it was starting to eat away at him. Alfred could loose his life at any time and he was unable to do anything about it. All he could do was rely on medicine and hope. If they were able to make it to that port on time then Alfred would have a better chance of survival.

Throughout the night, Ivan never slept a wink for he could not bear to take his eyes off of Alfred for a minute. His rose was lost in hallucinations and Ivan was continuously getting up from his chair to keep Alfred in bed. Alfred was claiming to see his mother and he kept trying to leave the bed to get to her. Normally Ivan wouldn’t be ‘spooked’ out by things such as this but this evening he was. It had to be his lack of sleep and the stress he was under that was making this seem real. The worse was when he had Alfred sitting up in the bed and he was seated behind him, his arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Alfred was having a full conversation with ‘her’ even though his words were jumbled and incoherent. He would even hold out his hand as if he were reaching for her. Ivan knew that Alfred had started thinking more about his mother ever since Gabe was born. He may be mixing up Gabe’s kidnapping with his own abandonment issues. He knew Alfred’s mother had died when they were young and their father had left them on a farm with Arthur. And if it wasn’t his mother he was reaching for it was his father. Ivan understood some words and short sentences but the rest was all nonsense. It wasn’t until early morning when Alfred had finally exhausted himself and he fell asleep, his fever lowering once again. Ivan himself was exhausted but he remained awake for the sake of his beloved wife. He rests his hand atop of Alfred’s, stroking the top with his thumb. The door opened and he turned his tired eyes to see Yao entering.

“We’ll be making port soon. The night wind really helped us along.” He smiled and then frowned when he saw Ivan’s face. “Oh Ivan…look at you!”

“He was up all night…he can’t keep food down…he sees things…he coughs and chokes…he can’t breath…”

“Ivan…calm down. You need to rest.” Yao went over to him and wrapped his arms around Ivan’s strong shoulders. “Take a break. I’ll stay with Alfred while you get some much needed rest. Ludwig is steering the boat so I can get a break myself. I wouldn’t mind watching Alfred.”

“I can’t leave him…I’m afraid that if I do-“

“He’ll be fine.” Yao said. “Don’t think that way.” He rests his chin on top of Ivan’s head. “You’re worrying me…I’ve never seen you like this.”

“I don’t wish to make you worry.”

“I know…but you won’t be able to help Alfred if you’re dead tired and worn out like this. I won’t let anything happen to him.”

“You’re right…I am very tired…I just want him to get better.”

“I’ll wake you up when we’re at port. Go on back to your room now. Go on.” Ivan smiled tiredly and stood up, giving Yao a hug.

“Thank you.”

“It’s no trouble at all. I’ll take good care of him.”

“I know you will.” He kissed Yao’s cheek. “Thank you.” Ivan turned to kiss Alfred’s forehead before he made the long walk to his room. Once he got there he fell atop of the bed and fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

By the time they had made port, both Ivan and Alfred were still sound asleep. The crew was eager to get off the ship and rest their sea legs. The port town was filled with hearty supplies, taverns, shops, and brothels. Before everyone could enjoy a day away from the ship the crew had to replenish their food and cargo. The apothecary was allowed to leave immediately to pick up all the necessary supplies and herbs he may need. Everyone had their own agenda for that day. Ludwig and Feliciano headed out to just enjoy the day and do some shopping. Arthur had to get Francis off the ship and his husband was feeling much better now that he was on solid ground. Vash remained at the port ladder, recording the supplies and how much they cost as they were brought on board. Toris had paperwork to do so he sent Feliks off with some money to spend on fabrics and embroidery. Kiku accompanied Heracles in the port as they chose to enjoy the surroundings and the scenery of something other than seawater. Matthew and Gilbert were better but still confined to their beds, unable to go out into the winter air. They were getting closer to Madylia for the air was not as cold at this particular port. Ivan slept throughout the day and so did Alfred.

Ivan woke up by dinnertime and the first stop he made was Alfred’s cabin. He was surprised to see Kiku there instead of Yao. Kiku explained that Yao was busy calculating the next course and he was watching over Alfred. Kiku also informed him that the apothecary gave Alfred some appetite enhancement pills that should help him keep his food down. Ivan smiled and pat Kiku gently on the back.

“Thanks for all your help. Alfred is looking better this evening.”

“Yes, the apothecary upped his doses now that he has a great supply. He was even able to pick up some sleeping herbs so Alfred can rest peacefully without those hallucinations.”

“That’s good to hear. Rest is the best thing for him.” He changed the subject then. “How much of the course does Yao have mapped out? Do you know?” Kiku nodded.

“Yes. Sadly, we need to catch the next tide and Yao wants us back on the water by tomorrow morning. Tomorrow afternoon the latest.”

“I agree with him. The sooner we get to Madylia the better.”

“I think we should stay for at least one more day. Everyone needs a rest from being at sea for so long. We still have another week or so to go. We should even wait for Alfred to get better.” Ivan smiled.

“Yes, but Yao thinks like me. You see, Kiku, we can’t sit idly here. Do you know why?” Kiku looked a bit nervous but shook his head. “If word gets out to Sadik that I ordered my ship to remain in this port because of my sick wife, he will know that Alfred is my weakness. He probably thinks so already but if this should leak out, I want it to get back to his ears that I didn’t give Alfred a second thought. I want him to keep his sights set on something other than Alfred. Do you understand?” Kiku nodded.

“Yes, your majesty.”

“I am willing to take the chance. Alfred would want to get to that kingdom and get Gabe back as soon as possible so he would approve of this plan. I don’t feel guilty in the slightest. However, you are relieved of your duties here. I will be spending the night with Alfred once again.”

“Oh, the apothecary has already fed Alfred and he was able to keep the food down. Right now he is still resting from the sleeping herbs.”

“Perfect.” Ivan smiled and carefully climbed onto the bed, laying beside Alfred and pulling him close.

“Your majesty? Should you be doing that? If you get sick-“

“I don’t get sick.” Ivan chuckled. “I don’t. I used to be a warlord, Kiku. I’ve built up my body to withstand even the most dangerous germs and diseases. I’ve been with illnesses worse than pneumonia and I’ve been fine. But thanks for your concern.” Kiku looked at them and gave a little smile.

“I won’t be far from here. Call if you need anything.” Ivan nodded. “Goodnight, your majesty.”

“You may call me Ivan when we’re not in public, Kiku.”

“Ah, yes. Goodnight Ivan.”

“Goodnight, Kiku.”

Ivan’s stomach rumbled but he wanted to miss dinner just so he could lay with his beautiful rose. He would eat double the food tomorrow. Right now all he wanted was to get another good sleep with his wife wrapped safely in his arms. Ivan could smell the medical herbs and sickness on Alfred but he didn’t care. Just being close enough to his love was all that he needed. Exhausted from the night before and hunger, Ivan was able to sleep all through the night and into the morning when the ship took to sea once again. Ivan was unaware of everything that was happening, loss in his own little world of bliss. His wife had forgiven him and they were once again stocked up on medicine and food. He knew that his beloved rose would survive this trip and they would be cuddling in the crows nest soon enough. However, his little world of ‘bliss’ was cut short when he heard the frantic cries of the crewmen above him and the loud sound of running feet. Ivan opened his eyes and sat up in the bed, noticing that Alfred was still sound asleep yet flushed with fever. He stroked the wet bangs away from Alfred’s face when his ears picked up the words ‘a storm is coming’! Ivan’s eyes widened and he carefully climbed over Alfred to run to the room’s window. Ivan looked to the sky and the horizon, seeing the dark, almost black clouds rolling in towards the ship. Ivan did not know how far away they were from the last port but by the looks of it, turning back was not an option. He looked back at Alfred on the bed and then went back to the window where the storm clouds were rolling in. Ivan would be needed on deck he knew that for a fact. But someone had to watch Alfred and this storm wasn’t looking to be a quick and gentle one. Ivan decided that he would call for Kiku to come and watch over Alfred during the storm. For the first time in a long while, Ivan felt fear welling up in his chest and heart. Not only did he have his sick wife to worry about but he had the lives of his friends in his hands as well. If their ship went down t en all would be lost. Ivan could not let that happen. He knew he could trust Kiku with Alfred’s wellbeing while he helped with the ship. The storm clouds have already crept closer and Ivan couldn’t wait another minute. This storm could either push them further along in their course or set them back. Ivan clenched his fists and rushed to Alfred’s bedside, hugging him tightly and kissing his cheek.

“I will do all that I can to protect you, this ship, and everyone on it. Please, my love! Be strong for me. Should something happen to me up on deck…I know you will make a great ruler. You will have many friends to help you along. Just don’t give up on me, Alfred. I promise to return to you. I will do everything that I can and not act rashly so I can be back in your bed with you tucked safely in my arms. I love you, Alfred. My rose.” Ivan heard the sound of distant thunder but he didn’t know if it was the storm or his own heart beating with the fear of uncertainty.

End Chapter 3 TBC

***I know this was another angst chapter but I promise things will start looking up in the next one! I’m not that evil. ^_^! R and R please! XOXOXO
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