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A Storm of Sunflowers	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 4890 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters. This story is strictly for fun and for the enjoyment of fans.

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***Warning: Language, oral sex, violence, disturbing scenes.

***Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

Chapter 31

After the verdict was made and Ivan was free from jail Toris made sure to get him back to the palace as quickly as possible. Vash had let Ivan ride back with him but getting the large man through the palace corridors and up to his room would prove difficult. Ivan was slightly delirious with fever and needed a doctor's care immediately before things could turn grim. Toris rode behind the two with Kiku and could see the infections in some of the wounds on his back and knew this was going to be a problem. Once Ivan was healed and back up on his feet he would be wild with rage and seeking revenge. It wouldn't be a pretty sight and Toris' biggest fear was he would somehow get caught up in it. Right now Ivan was weak and sickly but he would rise from his bed with an iron candle stand in hand.

When they arrived back at the palace Toris had ordered a pair of guards to help carry Ivan up to his room. Ivan had his arms slung over their shoulders and was doing his best to walk with them but his feet would slip from under him. On more than one occasion he nearly managed to bring down both soldiers but luckily Vash was behind to steady them, especially on the steps. Once they managed to get him to the room and on the bed Toris had them immediately send for a doctor. Vash went over to lock the windows and close the curtains while Kiku inspected the wounds on Ivan's body.

"What do you think?" Toris asked Kiku as he walked over to Ivan's bedside.

"Some are infected, that much is obvious and the fever is most likely caused by it. With proper rest and medicine he will be fine. If he was in that dungeon for a days more he would have died." Toris let out a sigh of relief and ran a hand through his hair.

"I can't begin to imagine how things would be if that happened. I should write a letter to Ludwig and have him send everyone back now. Alfred will be pleased to know that Ivan is out of jail and we can benefit more from having them all return here."

"Go write the letter." Said Vash. "I'll stay here with Kiku and Ivan while I look over some papers. We'll remain when the doctor comes as well." Toris nodded and thanked them before leaving the room to do so.

The doctor eventually arrived and easily cleansed the wounds before bandaging them. He gave Kiku some powder to mix into his food or drink until the fever went down. The doctor helped force some of it into Ivan's mouth with some fresh water to get him started. They powdered medicine had kept Ivan in deep slumber as his body tried to fight off the infection. He had slept all through the night and late into the day when he had finally awoke from his exhausted slumber. His fever was still present and Kiku gave him more of the medicine right away. He was extremely uncomfortable being left alone with the large man, especially when he was delusional and disoriented. The man was unstable on a normal day without the aid of a fever. Kiku could only hope that the others would arrive soon so he could get back to working with Vash and helping with this case.

Outside in the main courtyard, Toris had been alerted that Alfred's carriage with all the others were on their way up the road. Toris waited patiently by the steps of the palace and smiled softly when he saw the carriage pulling around the center fountain to stop before him. Toris smile immediately turned into a frown because he noticed someone MAJOR was missing. He quickly scanned the group in the carriage or on a horse: Feliks, Matthew, Gilbert, and Francis, that was it. Three people were missing from the carriage and they were Alfred, Yao, and Arthur. Toris felt his stomach twist with nausea and his limbs tremble with anxiety. Dare he ask?

"W-Where are Alfred, Arthur, and Yao? P-Please tell me they have fallen behind on horseback or something?" Everyone exchanged nervous glances but soon they all settled on Francis. Francis sighed and accepted his role as the bearer of bad news.

"Well…you see…the three of them snuck off into enemy territory to try and make peace with the king there. R-Remember when they asked you to write TWO copies of Ivan's conduct and proposal?" Toris gulped.

"Y-Yes…"

"Well, they took that with them to boost their terms and that's where they are now." Toris felt his face drain of color and his body started to wobble as if it were made of water.

"W-why did you let them do that?" How were they going to tell Ivan that Alfred ran off with ARTHUR and his EX-WIFE to discuss peace terms in his name? Not only that but they were in enemy territory where they could get kidnapped and used for ransom. Alfred wasn't the sharpest sword in the armory and Yao could get hot headed easily. He didn't know a lot about Arthur's mediating methods so he couldn't really say. "Why?"

"They snuck off." Matthew said softly. "They only left a note."

"We like, ASSUMED Yao went with them but we aren't sure. He may have run off."

'Why me?' Toris whined to himself. 'You curse the old gods once out of childish pride and you are tormented for a lifetime.'

"Toris, are you okay?" Gilbert said as he rode up beside him and tapped the man's temple with his boot. "Have you finally cracked?"

"Yes…I'm fine. Everyone, please come with me. I will let you know what has happened in your absence."

Toris told the about the case and Ivan's condition. He had put aside his current worries to assign them to their posts. He assigned Matthew and Feliks to Ivan's care and had to remain with him. Gilbert would patrol the room and the halls for possible danger. Francis of course would be back in the kitchen. Tino and Berwald had stayed with Ludwig's house to help with the farm work and Toris was slightly saddened by that. He was hoping to have more bodies around to help out and keep an eye on suspects. Now he was down five people and life couldn't get any worse than it was at the moment.

Matthew returned to Ivan's room with a fresh basin of water, which he was having some difficulty carrying. Feliks quickly took it from him before he spilled it and placed it on Ivan's bedside table. Ivan's feverish body was mumbling quietly on the bed, buried under a pile of blankets despite the heat of the season. Feliks replaced the wet cloth with a new one, carefully laying it across his forehead. Ivan sighed as the coolness of the cloth gave him some relief, if only for a minute or too. He was still delirious from the fever and they were told to ignore anything he says just as long as he was not out of bed. Feliks told him he was going to go down to the kitchens to get some dinner for them both and Matthew remained with Ivan. He looked down at the flushed face and listened carefully to the little mutters of words.

"…red?" Matthew blinked when he heard Ivan's voice almost speak something coherent. "Alfred?"

"Oh…he must be thinking about Alfred." Matthew moved the cloth away but gasped when Ivan's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. "S-Sir?" He squeaked out, confused and frightened as Ivan opened up his violet orbs to look at him. Ivan smiled tiredly and yanked his body further towards him.

"Alfred…there you are."

"N-No! No I'm not Alfred! I'm Matthew!" Matthew tried to pull away but Ivan's strength was unlike anything he had experienced.

"Come to me, my Winter Rose. Let me hold you."

"No! I-" Matthew was pulled onto the bed and he began to struggle against the sickened man. "Let me go!" They rolled around for a short moment until Ivan had managed to slip out from the covers to dominate Matthew with his body. "Please stop!" Matthew froze under the massive weight of the man and he briefly wondered how Alfred was able to lay with him at all.

"My rose…mmm…you smell so good…so soft…" Matthew's limbs were perfectly straight beneath Ivan as the man's hand traveled up and down his body. "May rose…my Alfred…"

"I'm not Alfred!" This always happened to him! He was always mistaken for Alfred but never the other way around! No one had ever mistaken ALFRED for MATTHEW. "I'm not Alfred!" He repeated again while still completely powerless under the large man.

"My beautiful rose…put those thorns away…you are lovelier without them." Ivan purred and used his knees to spread apart Matthew's tightly closed ones. Matthew's eyes widen in fear as he felt Ivan's slowly growing erection against his groin. Matthew couldn't be silent anymore so he quickly screamed for help.

"GILBERT! GILBERT I NEED YOU! HELP!" He cried out as loud as he could, hoping someone would hear him. Ivan seemed to have given up from fevered exhaustion and fell asleep on top of him. The door handle jiggled and Gilbert rushed in.

"DICK STICK'S HERE!" He always held his sword in an aroused phallic like manner when he introduced the weapon and Matthew was beginning to wonder what he sees in the man.

"Gilbert! Get him off me! He's suffocating me!" Matthew looked over at him with pleading eyes that soon turned to annoyance as Gilbert pointed and laughed at him.

"Haha! He must think you're Alfred! Generic Alfred! My joke triumphs!"

"Shut up and get him off of me!" Matthew didn't like the heated weight of Ivan's cheek against his own and to make it worse he could see a dollop of drool out of the corner of his eye. "Oh gods above…please don't!" Matthew could see the drool start to slip further out of Ivan's mouth. "GILBERT, COME ON!" Matthew squeaked loudly and Gilbert was still laughing as he walked to the bed. With a few grunts he managed to shove Ivan off of Matthew.

"You okay?" Gilbert asked him as Matthew took in a large gulp of air.

"He's so heavy!" Matthew quickly got off the bed.

"Yup, he's a solid piece of meat. I'm telling you, if it came down to all of us eating each other, I get dibs on him." Matthew ignored him and fixed his tunic.

"Help me cover him back up." Matthew said as he straightened out the blankets.

"Gladly. He's not wearing pants and I think I caught of glimpse of something I could have gone the rest of my life without seeing."

"Try 'feeling' it!" Matthew countered as he tucked the sheets and blankets around Ivan's chin.

"Do you think he'll care if I nickname him 'Dust Bunny' after what I saw?" Matthew was about to say something when Ivan suddenly shot up from the bed. With amazing speed his large hand gripped Gilbert's hair and the red-eyed man shrieked with fear.

"I'll give you 'Dust Bunny'!" He brought Gilbert's face down into his crotch area and held him there as the man thrashed around madly, trying to escape. "Time for spring cleaning!" he lifted the blankets as well as Gilbert's head. The man took in a gulp of air and tried to scream but his head was forced under the blankets instead. Ivan smirked as he held Gilbert's face to his crotch and relished in the frantic movements of his prey.

"Ivan stop! He'll suffocate!" Matthew cried out, not knowing what else he could do to save his lover. Ivan seemed to take pity on the man beneath the blankets and let him go. Gilbert stumbled to the floor, panting heavily and stared accusingly at Ivan's violet orbs.

"Y-You nearly skull raped me!"

"I was introducing you to-" Gilbert cut him off.

"J-just forget it, okay! I've learned my lesson! I think I'm going to be sick…" Gilbert covered his mouth and ran from the room with Matthew looking at him worriedly.

"Don't mind him. He's just jealous of what I have." Ivan said proudly and smiled brightly at Matthew. Matthew just stared at him, his eyes unblinking.

"H-How did you…recover so fast? A short time ago you were delusional with fever."

"What can I say? I bounce back quickly from illnesses."

Matthew was skeptical of his claim of 'fast healing' and he had to wonder just how 'sick' he was when he thought he was Alfred. He would have to be more careful around Ivan from now on. Not only did the man burn him but also he almost tried to rape him. Granted it could have been considered 'mistaken' rape but it would still have been unpleasant. Of course, there was that scene just now where Matthew wondered how much the rape could have been an 'innocent mistake'.

"I see you are back, Matthew. That must mean all the others are as well, along with my beloved Alfred! Where is he? I would think he'd be here instead of you. No offense."

"None taken." 'Rapist'. "But well…um…that is to say…uh…Alfred is…well…"

"Alfred is what? Where is he?" Ivan was quickly growing impatient. "Tell me NOW, Matthew!"

"A-Alfred left with Yao and Arthur to go to the other kingdom and speak of peace with the king! Th-They brought a copy of your proposal as king and wanted to present it to him! They snuck off in the middle of the night! We didn't know they had left! Ivan I'm very sorry!" Matthew blurted it all out and Ivan just sat there on the bed, giving him a confused look. Matthew gulped as he waited for Ivan to start flipping out at the news.

"Really." Came his calm response and Matthew just nodded silently. "So Alfred just upped and left…just like that?" Matthew nodded again. "To discuss MY TERMS with the enemy king, correct?" Matthew bit his lip but gave a curt nod. "Hm…how very interesting. When did they leave?"

"The night they received a copy of your proposal. But they're doing it for a good reason! In the note Alfred left me he said he was hoping the king would agree to the terms and that in turn will help you with your case! It may even help you to claim your throne!" Ivan smiled.

"My dear rose is too kind to me. Stupid, but kind. That does save me a lot of work!"

"Aren't you worried about Alfred being there? I mean…it's enemy territory."

"They don't have a leg to stand on. Their king has been a pansy and pushover since I've known him. He won't do anything to Alfred or the others. Yao's very good at talking and he'll stop things from getting out of hand. I'm more angry at the fact that Alfred took off without asking me."

"How was he to ask you? You were in jail." Ivan glared at him and Matthew closed his mouth. "You're right, he should have asked!" The door opened and Feliks came in with a tray of their dinner.

"You like, wouldn't believe it if I told you! Gilbert is hanging out one of the windows and throwing up!" Ivan smiled proudly and Feliks noticed he was awake. "Oh! You're up! That was a quick recovery."

"Yes, I don't stay ill for very long. I have a strong body and fevers never last on me." He clapped his hands. "Both of you, out. I want you to fetch Toris and Vash for me. Do it." Feliks looked at Matthew and nudged his head towards the door. Matthew took the tray this time and they left the room, leaving Ivan alone.

Ivan flopped back against the bed and felt his forehead, feeling a bit of fever still hanging on. Very rarely was he ever sick and this fever just came from his wounds, which that bastard Starkling gave him. The name and image of the man was enough to make him grind his teeth together in pure rage. That troublesome little gnat was trying to destroy everything and in the most cowardice manner. Starkling had gone too far and Ivan no longer felt pitiful amusement for the soon-to-be dead man. Yes, the man had to leave this world, HIS world, and Ivan would see him 'off'.

"But what to do with him?"

Ivan said to himself, letting his sick imagination run wild. His death wouldn't be a quick one, not at all. Ivan wanted to prolong his suffering. The man was already knee deep in his own grave and Ivan would only bury him further. The first thing he had to do was get Starkling secluded somewhere. That wouldn't be too hard to do. The man was always working and Ivan knew he spent time at the city hall, sometimes until late at night. That was when his idea came to him and he grinned from ear to ear.

"Yes…that will work out nicely." He giggled into his pillow and kicked his feet. "Revenge is so fucking sweet!"

Lord Starkling exited the building of town hall with his arms full of scrolls. He was busy working on Ivan's case and trying to find loopholes in the laws he could use to his advantage. He felt it was safe to come out into the city since Ivan, he was told, was still down with his fever. At the current time it was safe for him to be out as he tried to get as much work done as he could. He was way to deep into this case and he couldn't just abandon it in fear of Ivan coming after him. If he dropped the case then the judges would figure out it was a setup and they'd be in trouble. He still had a chance to win this case and keep Ivan off the throne.

"Driver, to my home."

He said to the carriage man as he climbed inside, closing the door. The carriage was kicked into motion and Starkling stared out the window at the city buildings passing him by. He was having a difficult time keeping his eyes open due to his lack of sleep. He could admit to himself that he was frightened of Ivan and he watched for him at every turn. Every moment he thought he saw Ivan standing around or watching him with that stone cold death stare. It was that stare that kept him awake the most. Whenever he first closed his eyes those violet orbs appeared to haunt him, never wavering from their vicious stare. His whole body shivered in pure terror and he went back to looking out the carriage window, hoping something would get his mind off of things. However, his brows frowned, as he did not recognize the area he was in. It was a bad part of the city and he never took this route before.

"Driver!" He stuck his hand outside the carriage and slapped at the walls. "Driver! Where are you going? My house is not in this direction!" The driver didn't answer but continued down a very narrow and deserted ally.

Starkling felt his blood run cold and without a second thought he threw the carriage door open and jumped out. Something was not right with this situation and his first instinct was to RUN. A crack was heard through the air and a whip wrapped itself around his neck, pulling him back. Starkling gasped and pulled at the leather around his throat, trying to pry it off of him. He looked up and over to see the 'driver' hop down from the high carriage seat, holding the other end of the whip. The 'driver' was dressed all in black with a hooded cloak to match. Starkling's eyes widened as he saw not a person's face but a masquerade mask. As the person grew closer to him he could make out the darkened details of the mask. The large, sharp tooth grin stretched up past the ear and the eyeholes were cut in an evil slant. Once the body drew closer Starkling could see the violet orbs behind the mask. In the dark it would be impossible to see but with the face this close to his he knew, without a doubt, who it was.

"I-I-Iv-"

"Silence you little toad!" Ivan reached into his cloak and pulled out a pair of dull scissors. "I can't have you screaming while we play, yes?" Before Starkling could react Ivan's gloved hands were in his mouth, gripping his tongue between his two fingers. He struggled and mumbled for him to stop when the scissors easily cut a large slit in his tongue. His cries were silent as his mouth filled with blood and his body wracked with pain. "You've spoken enough in this lifetime." Ivan said and drug the man's body away from the carriage. "You picked the wrong maniac to fuck with! Now the last moments of your life will be spent in agonizing pain!" Starkling gurgled and twitched on the ground. "Tell me Starkling, was it all worth it? Did you get enjoyment out of being the center of attention? As of right now, you're MY source of entertainment! And I plan to have a lot of fun with you! Now let's play!"

Ivan lifted the man's body from the ground and threw him against the stone wall, delighting in the sight of some blood speckling the spot where Starkling's face hit. Ivan skipped over and landed some solid kicks to his gut, watching the blood shoot out from his mouth. Ivan decided to give Starkling's always-smug face a swift kick, hearing some bones snap and break. Whether it was his nose or jaw, Ivan couldn't be sure but the sound was more than enough for him.

"To think many women find you handsome but I can't let you lie here with your face in tact!" He stomped on Starkling's wrist and showed him the band of blades on his thigh. "When your corpse is found they would know who you are and we can't have that." He gripped Starkling's throat with his hand and sat on top of him, squeezing tight. "Where should we start? The lips? The nose? The eyes?" The man's eyes widened in terror and he struggled weakly against Ivan's iron grip. "I believe we'll go for the eyes first. With your eyes missing you will only be able to FEEL the pain I am bestowing upon you! You won't know when it is coming or what I am doing to you!" He laughed happily and chose a blade to use. "Did you honestly think you could win against me? You could have made things easy on yourself by leaving me the fuck alone. If you did so, we wouldn't be here right now." He grinned. "You brought all this on yourself and now you must pay."

By the time Ivan was done with Starkling's body there was nothing of his face that could be identified. Ivan even stripped him of his clothes and stuffed them into the carriage. He smacked the horse's hindquarters and let it run down the empty streets with the carriage behind it. Ivan chose to keep the jeweled rings and chain of office necklace. He took a look back at the body that was gutted and mutilated, littering the ally floor. The smell had already brought the stray dogs and cats out to feast and fill their starved bellies.

Ivan was pleased with how things have turned out and with Starkling 'missing' he was certain the others would cease moving forward with the case. Now that their ringleader was gone they would scurry away like the rats they were. They wouldn't DARE approach him again with such a ploy to destroy him. They all would know what happened to Starkling but they could never prove it. Even if they could, Ivan knew they would be afraid to. And now, with Starkling out of the way they had an easier chance of winning his case. Ivan knew his throne wasn't far away now and soon he would be wearing the crown, ruling with his beloved rose by his side.

"Mister? Excuse me, mister?" Ivan felt something tugging on his cloak and he looked down to see a peasant boy looking up at him. The boy wasn't frightened by his mask, probably because the poor child had seen more horrible things living where he did. "Please mister…my mother is sick…our bellies are empty…please spare us some food? Please mister…" Ivan smiled at the boy and crouched down to his level. He reached his hand to his belt and took out Starkling's chain of office.

"Take this." He laid the necklace on the boys' shoulders. The boy looked at the designs and his eyes widened, recognizing the gold. "Sell it and feed your family. I only found it somewhere on the streets and I have no need for it. Take it." The boy had tears in his eyes as he threw himself into Ivan's chest, hugging him.

"Thank you, mister! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"You're welcome, young man."

"You must be a god! No one has ever given so much! Thank you, sir! Thank you!"

"I'm no god, just a simple man." 'But I will be shortly'. Ivan said to himself as he watched the boy run off down the street.

Starkling hated the peasants so giving that boy his symbol of power to pawn off would honor his memory. Ivan chuckled at the irony of that statement and continued his walk back to the palace. Hopefully Francis would still be in the kitchen, waiting by one of the windows to let him in so he could go unnoticed. As far as the palace inhabitants were concerned, Ivan was still in bed with his servants watching over him. The two soldiers watching were friends of Gilbert's and they were paid for their silence. Sneaking out was easy but getting back in would be the hard part. However, he had better pick up the pace and hurry back to the palace before morning. Riding on horseback would be too obvious and he could be spotted. At least on foot he would be able sneak around easily.

When he made it back to the palace it was almost dawn and he was able to sneak around the guards on patrol. Once he was king he planned on heightening the security around the palace for this was just too easy. He made his way to the kitchen windows and looked for the soft candle glow that he had told Francis to keep lit. That way, he would know what window the man was at. He spotted the candle glow at the last window and he jumped up to grip the ledge. Pulling himself up he peeked through the glass and saw Francis asleep on the sill. Ivan tapped the window a few times to alert Francis. The man stirred awake and blinked his eyes a bit before noticing Ivan.

"There you are!" Francis got up and unlatched the window for him. He helped Ivan climb into the window and the first thing he did was take off his mask. "Is it…done?" Francis was extremely uncomfortable with asking that question.

"It's done." Ivan replied. "Any word or news from Alfred?"

"No, none yet." Ivan sighed.

"I know they're alright and I'm not going to loose my temper over it. I could really use some sleep though. Thank you for waiting for me, you're dismissed."

Ivan and Francis split up to go to their rooms. Ivan moved around the empty palace, dodging the view of a few servants here and there. When he finally made it to his chambers Gilbert was waiting for him with the other two soldiers. Ivan thanked them and dismissed them both except for Gilbert who looked annoyed at having to remain posted where he was. Ivan ignored the man's displeasure and went into his room to collapse on the bed. Despite his energy this evening with Starkling's demise he was completely exhausted now. It was probably due to the slight fever that was still hanging on and it was weakening him slightly. Everything was almost complete. All he needed was to win the case, make sure Alfred gets home, and claim his throne. More importantly, he wanted Alfred to come back soon so he could know he was all right. With the image of his smiling rose in his head he closed his eyes and fell into a deep, well earned slumber.

Back on the road to their kingdom, Alfred and his party were camped for the night. The one advisor and guard had come with them and were asleep in their own tent. They were given more supplies and a tent of their own to camp in on their journey back. However the three of them could not sleep so they were sitting around the slowly dying campfire, making simple conversation. Alfred finally turned to Yao and asked a more serious question.

"Yao…are you sure you want to be an advisor on Ivan's council?"

"I'm not entirely sure. I mean, I want to take a position with him but I'm not certain that I want to be on the council."

"What else would you prefer to do?" Arthur asked him, throwing another stick into the crackling fire.

"Well, I've always read about far off places and just how big the world can be so I think I would like to go exploring. You know, see what is really out there." Alfred smiled and took his hand.

"I think that's a wonderful idea for you, Yao!" Yao blinked at him.

"Really?"

"Yes! You've always said you crave freedom and exploring is a great way to experience it! Ivan would make you the expeditions leader all the time and you can sail or journey to new places!"

"Alfred has a good point. The more we expand the more knowledge and resources we can gain." Said Arthur. "We should bring that proposal up to Ivan. I think it would be very useful to us."

"Well…I'm glad I have your support." Yao said with a smile. "It would also get me away from all this royal and political nonsense."

"And who knows! Maybe on your journeys you'll meet someone!" Alfred offered and Yao gave a little blush of embarrassment.

"That…would be nice. Someone of my own choosing."

"And I will see that it is done!" Alfred said proudly. "As queen I want to give people the option of choosing what they want to do with their lives! If it is in my power I would want everyone to have an equal opportunity to make their own choices!"

"Alfred, your ideals are great but actually making them a reality will be harder than you think." Arthur stated seriously and Alfred nodded.

"Oh, I know that. But I still want to give it my all! No one will ever be able to say that I, Alfred F. Braginski-Jones, didn't try to help his people!" Yao just smiled at him and Arthur rolled his eyes.

"You're going to make me die, Alfred. You will be the death of me I just know it. I will be gray and bald by the time I reach thirty and it will be your fault."

"You could always leave, Arthur. You don't have to stay and take care of me, you know. You are welcomed to move out with Francis and live your own life." Alfred told him and Arthur looked at him with a glare.

"No one can look out for you like I can. I can't believe you even said that, Alfred!" Alfred smiled at him.

"I knew it! You're afraid I'll destroy the kingdom!"

"No, it's more than that! All you have to know is that I'm not leaving and you're stuck with me." Arthur crossed his arms and looked away from Alfred, who was smiling at Yao.

"We're going to make a great team, guys! With the others we'll make things turn out for the better! All of us are friends, not strangers, ruling this kingdom! I know we'll have our differences from time to time but that's to be expected. At least we know we all can work well together."

"Alfred, you seem to be forgetting one major thing." Yao pointed out. "You're forgetting that you're QUEEN, not king. Ivan is the king and he has final say in how things work. Your ideals may be different from his, wait, I KNOW they're different from yours. He may not always agree with you and I want you to be prepared for that."

"Yao's right, Alfred. You're preaching and promising so much yet you haven't spoken to Ivan about it." Alfred frowned and crossed his arms.

"Ivan and I are a team! We'll decide on things together and I know he respects my ideas." Yao sighed.

"I don't want to keep bursting your bubble but that other scroll you have about Ivan apologizing on one knee? I doubt that Ivan would actually-" Alfred cut him off.

"Do it? I know, I've thought about that already. You see, I plan to read that proposal to him 'privately'. I can persuade him to do it." Arthur narrowed his eyes.

"Alfred, don't think you can use your body to always get your way. Use your head instead." Alfred smiled and gave a chuckle.

"Please, you guys are killing me! Yes, I know I can't always use my body! I know I can win Ivan over with more than just my body. Arthur, you always taught me to use my brain, even if I didn't want to."

"You can be just as persuasive and convincing if you use the right words." Yao said with a smile, patting him on the shoulder.

"You've surprised me again, Alfred." Arthur said. "It looks like you've got everything together. Still, you have to follow through with everything."

"I know, and I'm prepared for it. Tomorrow we'll be back at the palace with our proposal and we'll be able to free Ivan from prison! Then we can get him onto the throne and began everything anew! In just a few days, my friends, everything will change for us! We'll bring about a new and brighter world!"

"But this new world can't come if we're tired when we arrive." Arthur pointed out. "I'm going to bed. You guys coming?"

"You just destroyed my big moment!" Alfred pouted but crawled into the tent with Yao and Arthur.

"Is that what you call it?" Arthur asked him flatly and his response came with a raspberry.

By the early afternoon, Alfred and company had finally arrived back in their city. They were brought into the palace gates and Alfred's presence was announced. Word quickly traveled to Ivan's room where he was already dressed and enjoying a bit of vodka. When he heard the news that Alfred had returned he was so overjoyed that he ran through the palace to reach the courtyard. Alfred probably thought he was still in prison but wouldn't he be surprised when Ivan appeared to greet him. Everything must have turned out all right because he was coming back safe and sound.

As he rushed through the doors and down the steps he could see Alfred and his company riding up to the palace. The others had heard of Alfred's arrival and they all swarmed out to join Ivan in the courtyard. Ivan waved happily to him as they rode closer.

"Hey! That's Ivan!" Yao said to Alfred, looking surprised. "I thought he was in jail?"

"Something good must have happened! Toris must have pulled through with that Vash guy!" Alfred grinned and brought his horse to a dramatic halt before he jumped off. "Ivan! You're not in the dungeon!" He ran to him and leapt into his arm. Ivan caught him easily and gave him a few swings.

"I am out of jail, safe and sound! And you, I see, have come back in one piece!" He continued holding Alfred up above him, his arms folded safely under the pert rump.

"I am! Yao and Arthur and I had a very productive time! We come bringing wonderful news!"

"I can't wait to hear it." Ivan smiled and carefully lowered him to the ground.

"ALFIE!" Matthew ran to his big brother with tears of joy and relief in his eyes as he hugged him. "I missed you so much! I'm so glad that you aren't hurt!"

"Ha! No one could defeat me there for I am the hero! Where are Toris and that Vash guy? All of you have to read what I've brought!"

"And just who are those other two men with you?" Ivan asked.

"Oh, this is the royal advisor of the king and this is just one of his guards who traveled with us. The advisor is here to speak for the king and see that we hold true to our proposals."

"Ah, of course. Gentlemen, it is an honor to have you visit with us. We will have rooms prepared for you."

"Thank you, Lord Ivan, although I must insist that we discuss these matters and proposals as soon as possible. It is crucial to our many difficult issues in our kingdom." Said the advisor.

"Of course. I will immediately gather my own party and we will discuss all matters of concern. Follow me, gentlemen. We will meet in my most trusted advisor's office."

And by trusted advisor he meant poor Toris, whose room was now filled with people cramming his style. They couldn't use the main meeting room since the current advisor was still in charge so for some odd reason his room, out of ALL the rooms here, was the only place they could meet. There was the advisor from the other kingdom, Ivan, Alfred, Arthur, Yao, Vash, and himself all piled into his room. The advisor was the first to speak, holding the written proposal.

"Lord Ivan, your future queen came to us with your proposal and codes of conduct for when you become king. We heard about the issues and charges you are facing, but my king is more than willing to help you gain your throne through peaceful means." Ivan smiled and folded his hands.

"I would like nothing more. Tell me, what does the king propose in response to my conduct?"

"Let me read it while you explain it." Vash interrupted and the advisor gave it to him to read.

"The king proposes a truce that our kingdoms begin working together and sharing the land to benefit us all. The war, as we all know, is destroying both our finances and our people are suffering. If you promise to open up your extra lands that the late king refused us for farming and trade, then he will help you in your case to clear your name." Ivan gave a curt nod.

"Yes, I can agree to those terms. The late king, before he died, I had a private meeting with him where he spoke of calling off the war and making peace. However, he died before that could be done so now I plan to pick up where he left off."

"All that extra land is just sitting there doing nothing." Yao spoke. "We can all benefit from raising livestock there and farming it. There will be more food and work for the people."

"There's no reason why we can't work together in all this." Alfred piped up.

"This is a fucking miracle!" Vash suddenly spoke out loud, lifting his head from the scroll. "We've basically won the case! Everything written here is JUST what we need! The people will be overjoyed and the court more than willing to rule you innocent! EVERYTHING will work out for the greater good if you are crowned king! The judges will easily rule you innocent. With Starkling missing and the other nobles not taking over for him, we have this in the bag! I can say right here and now that you've won, Ivan." Ivan's smile slowly turned into a grin and he clapped his hands together.

"This is marvelous! We got knocked down a few pegs but we're back at the top!"

"Not yet." The advisor spoke and everyone turned to look at him. "There is one special condition you must sign and agree to if you are to have full support of my king."

"And what is that?" Alfred gulped and held up the other scroll.

"I have it. It's something I have to speak to you in private about." Ivan raised a confused eyebrow.

"Hmm…very well. Vash, Toris, finish discussing small matters and concerns while I go with Alfred. Gentlemen, I will be back."

Ivan linked Alfred's arm with his as he led him out of the room and to his own chambers. Once they entered into his room, Alfred turned to him with a coy smile. Ivan crossed his arms and tapped his foot as Alfred still held the sealed paper.

"Well? Aren't you going to talk to me about this?"

"Read it first." Alfred handed it to him and Ivan broke the wax seal to read it. Alfred waited patiently for Ivan to read through it and he watched his frown fall deeper.

"No."

"But Ivan! It's such a little matter that will bring about peace and our claim to the throne!"

"Ivan Braginski bows to no one!" Ivan said firmly, folding the paper back up. "There must be a better way." Alfred walked up to him and rests a hand on his chest.

"Ivan…there is no other way. You MURDERED his nephew. I know you were ordered to do so but that doesn't change the fact that the man lost a family member. He just wants to know that you ask for his forgiveness and he will support you." Ivan looked away from him.

"I can win this without him." Alfred gave a little snort and smiled at him, turning his face back to look at him.

"Ivan…all you have to do is fake it." Alfred said and slowly slid down to his knees, his eyes never leaving Ivan's. "Just sign the paper…get down on one knee when he comes, and apologize. Think about how quickly we can get to that throne…and then you will have all the power you could ever want."

"Are you trying to persuade me?" Ivan smiled down at him.

"I will do all that I can to help you win your throne. I wish for you to consider his terms." Alfred hooked his fingers into the waistband of Ivan's pants and slid them down to reveal his semi hard erection. Ivan moaned softly as Alfred licked the tip. "I want to see you in power. Pretend to feel sorry for what you've done…and then laugh about it over some vodka. It's the quickest way to the throne." He slid his tongue down one side of his length.

"If this is how you plan on always compromising with me that I eagerly await for more issues to arise." He smirked. "You are right, it is such a tiny matter and I can pretend to feel sorry about it." He let his head fall back as Alfred took the tip into his mouth, sucking gently. "Then I will have my throne…but I will never bow to another again." He thrust forward to push more of himself into Alfred's hot mouth. "Don't think you can always get your way by doing this…as much as I love it."

Alfred looked up at him with smiling eyes as he took more of Ivan into his mouth, letting the tip hit the back of his throat. Ivan ran a hand through Alfred's hair and kept his eyes locked on his lover's beautiful blue ones. Watching his cock slowly disappear in and out of that perfect little mouth was orgasmic but he wouldn't let himself cum just yet. His beloved rose was doing his best to help him win the throne and he was truly sincere about it. Sure, this little action right here was to persuade him to do what he wanted but he wasn't going to complain. He groaned deeply when Alfred sucked him down to the hilt, humming around his throbbing cock that was aching for release. Alfred sped up his movements, holding on to Ivan's hips for support. His tongue danced and swirled around the length and even teased the thick vein underneath it. Ivan's knees almost buckled beneath him and he let out a choked gasp that quickly turned to a groan of pleasure.

He growled softly and gripped Alfred's hair as he helped speed up the motions of that hot mouth. The deep throated groans and hums vibrated all along his shaft and he felt himself nearing completion. It was getting harder for him to hold out against his lover's perfect movements and he made a small mental note to start working on that. With a shudder and a husky moan he held Alfred's head in place as he came inside that wet cavern. He could feel Alfred's throat muscles sucking all of his essence down his throat before pulling away. The draft on his cock was a pleasant one but what added to it was the tip of Alfred's tongue lapping up the bits of cum that he had missed. His eyes met Ivan's once again and he licked his lips, smiling up at him.

"Do you agree, husband?"

"I agree." He said, slightly out of breath from the intense orgasm. "I'll sign the fucking paper in my cum if I get THAT again."

"It's one of my favorite things to do so you can expect it more often than not." He nuzzled his groin and slid his hands up Ivan's clothed back before looking up at him once again, smiling sweetly. "So…am I safe to say, 'hail to king'?" He asked with a purr and found himself yanked up and wrapped tightly in Ivan's arms, his feet a few inches from the floor. Ivan's violet orbs gazed passionately into his and Alfred felt his lower belly tingle at the sight.

"Hail to the king!"

End Chapter 31 TBC

***The next chapter will be the final chapter in A Storm of Sunflowers! I had some loose ends to tie up in this chapter and I know it's short. -_- The final chapter will consist of the final ruling, the royal wedding, the coronation, and of course, smut! ^_^ It will be a MUCH longer chapter as well and it may take me some time to write and post so please be patient! And this won't be my last fanfic for Hetalia. ^_~
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