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This Image of You	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2818 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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***Warnings: Language, disturbing scenes, some fluff, some humor, scary scene, slight yaoi

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I do not own the rights to any references used in this fic. It is purely for entertainment and I am making no money off of this fic. All rights reserved to their companies/owners.

Chapter 5: He’ll Be Down In The Corridor

Gilbert stared blankly at the image of sexual intercourse before him. He was well aware of how things were done in the act but this scene introduced a strange ache in his chest. Ivan, whom he was waiting for in the catacombs, was pounding into the demon that was Alfred. He knew Alfred through Arthur, which meant that his brother has discovered something may be developing between them. Ivan had his hands gripped tightly onto the horns and looked to be brutalizing the young demon beneath him. Alfred wasn’t complaining or screaming ‘rape’ but thoroughly enjoying it. Gilbert was surprised Alfred would even go ahead and do this when the two of them were on speaking terms. He even considered Alfred a friend in a sense. And Ivan…Ivan he was just coming to trust.

“BREAK IT UP!” Gilbert suddenly shouted, surprising himself at the anger he felt and…jealousy? The other two froze and turned to the door.

Ivan remained perfectly still, frozen, like a deer caught in headlights. ‘Shit…’ He said to himself. And what in the hell was he doing? He wanted to make things RIGHT with Gilbert, not ruin them! He made this mistake with the Alfred in his world but at least THEY weren’t caught! He really screwed things up now. Quickly, he pulled out of Alfred and hurried off the bed, trying to stuff himself back into his pants while he attempted to plead his case.

“It’s not what it looks like!” Ivan said quickly. Alfred just rolled onto his back and moaned softly, stretching in wanton desire.

“It is what it looks like!” Alfred said with a chuckle. “And it would have been better if you hadn’t interrupted.” He said to Gilbert who clenched his fits. “I think I’ll keep him.” He teased.

“Fuck you, Alfred! You have Arthur!” Gilbert countered.

“Are you saying you want him?” Alfred sat up on the bed with a grin. “Wouldn’t your brother LOVE to hear that!” Both Ivan and Gilbert stared opened mouth at him.

“Ludwig set this up?” Ivan asked.

“You will tell him nothing!” Gilbert shouted and threw a small dagger hidden in his armband. Alfred cocked his head slightly and missed it.

“Oh, I think I w-ILL!” Alfred screeched and let out a hiss as Ivan gripped his tail, twisting and pulling. He tried to fly away but Ivan held strong, digging his tails inside the tender flesh. “DAMN IT, LET GO!” Alfred’s reply came with a whip encircling his wrist. “HEY!”

“I have nothing to hide!” Gilbert shouted at him. “But I rather you not start rumors around my brother.”

“I could very easily tear your throats out if I wanted to! I’m one of the strongest demons in existence!”

“Horseshit!” Gilbert pulled at the whip with all his strength, pulling Alfred down from the air slightly. “You’re still in training! Go fly home to your bushy eyebrowed master and lover! Remove yourself from my presence! Now!” Alfred gave an obnoxious laugh and Ivan twitched. The two Alfred’s had the same pitch and everything. Another hint that this was Hell.

“I’ll let you off the hook this time! I was just testing the waters.”

His eyes flashed red and Ivan yelped as sharp little needles shot out from Alfred’s tail, forcing him to let go. Alfred quickly lifted his tail to safety and grabbed a hold of Gilbert’s whip with both hands. The two started a slight tug-of-war with the whip. Gilbert wasn’t sure if he was fighting for Ivan or if his pride was getting the best of him. When Alfred’s eyes flashed red again, Gilbert saw the sliver of red and blue lighting begin its quick descend down his whip. But Gilbert was prepared for this attack and was familiar with all of Alfred’s training. With swift speed, Gilbert pulled another dagger from his boot and flung it towards Alfred, slicing the demon’s arm. He succeeded in breaking Alfred’s concentration and his magic disintegrated. With a heavy ‘oof’ Alfred fell back onto the bed and he was pinned my Ivan who used his full weight to hold him down.

“Get off of me! Now!” Alfred demanded.

“You seduced me!” Ivan hissed at him, knowing it wasn’t fully true but then again he never prided himself in being a fully honest man. He would do whatever would work best in this situation. Alfred glared at him and snapped his jaws at Ivan, revealing his fangs. Gilbert walked up to the bed, slowly looping his whip.

“Keep training, little demon. You’re still under the thumb of your Master and can’t match up to my skills yet. Someday you will.” Gilbert smirked. “From now on, don’t mettle in my-“ Gilbert’s words were cut off as a powerful rumble echoed in the room. The force lifted both Ivan and Gilbert up into the air and froze them there. “WHAT THE HELL!?”

“Does imagining strangling Alfred count as a happy thought? Is that why I’m flying?” Ivan asked himself.

“You fucking dingbat! That loser Arthur is here! Arthur! I demand, as brother of the king, that you put me down this instant!” All Alfred could do was point and laugh at them while Arthur’s figure slowly came in to view.

“Honestly. All three of you are acting like children.” Arthur said, looking up at them and tapping the tip of his staff against Alfred’s belly. The demon let out a massive yelp and held his stomach. “You are playing with fire, Gilbert. You know your brother can have that chastity belt placed on you at any time.”

“And I can get it cut off just as quickly!” Gilbert hissed at Arthur’s smirk. The sorcerer seemed to know something that he didn’t.

“Watch yourself, Gilbert.” Arthur said and let them both fall to the floor, making himself and Alfred disappear. Ivan rubbed his rump and Gilbert just held his head, muttering angrily.

“Gilbert? I’m-“

“Forget it, asshole!” Gilbert got back up on his feet. “You just blew it big time!”

Ivan looked at Gilbert’s hurt and angry gaze, feeling the familiar guilt all over again. He had felt very guilty after sleeping with Alfred that night in his world but Gilbert had never found out. But now this Gilbert had caught them in the act and he was none to happy. If he had had dog ears they would be drooping right now and his tail would be between his legs. He stood up and lowered his eyes, looking down at his toes.

“Gilbert…I-I’m sorry for what I did but-“ Ivan couldn’t finish because he had to block Gilbert’s fists from meeting his already bruised nose.

“You’re a fucking snake!”

Ivan had to block Gilbert’s onslaught of attacks and the man was stronger than his old lover. Gilbert’s fists had met with his flesh many times and they even got stuck in an arm lock. They started pushing the other back until, to Ivan’s surprise, Gilbert flipped him over with surprising strength. Ivan landed heavily on his back and the wind was knocked from him. Next came Gilbert’s boot slamming down on his throat. Ivan waited a few seconds for Gilbert to let his guard down before he painfully gripped the other’s ankle and twisted it. Gilbert cried out as is bone was twisted, not broken or sprained, but enough to get him off of Ivan. He shook his foot briefly before charging at Ivan again, gritting his teeth.

“You bastard! You had me waiting while you were fucking some demon!” He said when his fists collided with Ivan’s open palms.

“I was seduced!”

“That’s a lie! An excuse!”

They started pushing one another back and forth, succeeded only a few inches at a time. This push and shove continued for about a minute before letting out a grunt and swung Gilbert to the side. The toss nearly sent Gilbert on his side but the albino caught him with a quick flip. Gilbert always did beat him in agility and flexibility. Gilbert came at him again but swiftly slipped between his legs. Ivan blinked and bent over to look through his legs and was met with a hearty punch. Gilbert’s boot quickly rested on his rump and shoved the larger man to the floor. Ivan did a forced somersault, something he hadn’t done since he was boy and found it was much harder to recover from at this age. Not only that but his nose began to bleed and his eyes crossed from the pain. Ivan lay there on the floor and Gilbert’s foot pressed onto his chest once again. This time Ivan remained still and looked up at him. In a way he deserved this.

“Stay away…from Alfred.” Gilbert said with a heavy pant. “That is your first…strike. However,” He pressed his foot down harder and Ivan hissed. “I know the kind of creature Alfred is and you are to blame for half of it. If you wish to court me, do it WITHOUT my brother’s knowledge and sure as hell don’t fuck others! You screw Alfred again and I’ll see your head on the executioners block.”

“Huh?” Ivan gasped out. Did he just hear the words he thought he heard? Did Gilbert just say ‘yes’ to courting?

“You heard me.” He spit on him. “But you are going to have to work really, REALLY freakin’ hard to come back from where you’re at right now.” He removed his foot and left the room, leaving Ivan to think and bleed on the floor.

The next day, Gilbert had traveled outside the castle walls to join his friends at the lake. The lake was close to the city and nearby villages so many people enjoyed its beauty. There were various tables and benches and boulders set all around so one can sit comfortably. The trees were bare but would give plenty of shade in the summer. The three of them were lounging about with Antonio in one of the trees trying to write a song with his lute. Francis was sitting cross-legged on the bench and swigging his bottle of wine, which he shared with everyone. Gilbert lay along the tabletop, staring up at the gray sky. They all brought their woolen cloaks or capes for extra warmth.

“So you really just knocked him around?” Francis asked.

“Damn straight. He was fucking Alfred RIGHT THERE in front of me. The man was saying how much he missed and cared for the other me, then I catch him ramming the demon!”

“Can you blame him?” Francis responded with a smile. “After the way you were teasing and leading him on? I’d look for another body to love right away.” Gilbert sat up from the table.

“But that’s not the point! If he ‘loves’ me so much as he claims then he would have just used his hand like I do!”

“That isn’t a continuous cure for sexual satisfaction, you know.” Antonio pointed out. “A man can only do so much until it starts to become a useless chores.” Francis smirked and pointed at Antonio with his body.

“The boy is right! Once you’ve experienced the real thing it’s hard to just go it ‘solo’. Now myself, I have a beautiful man or woman in my bed every night.” He boasted. “Just the thought of going without the legs of another wrapped around mine and heat incasing my-“ Gilbert pulled on his lax ponytail.

“That’s enough! One of the things in this world I don’t want to hear about is your dick, Francis.” Francis laughed.

“It is a sight to behold, though.”

“ ‘Sight to Behold’?” Antonio repeated. “I like that for a title! Now…what rhymes with ‘dick’?”

“Are you serious?” Gilbert asked with a laugh. “Are you writing a dirty song or something?”

“Just a little courting present for Romano!” Antonio wiggled happily in the tree and Francis gave an ‘aww’ in response.

“You really should know when to take a hint, Ton.” Gilbert looked up at him. “I’d be scared to put my dick in him. He has such a sharp mouth and tongue I’d fear some crazy teeth would be below as well! You’d pull back a stump!” Gilbert laughed loudly and Francis elbowed him but also found amusement in the statement. Antonio just ignored them.

“ ‘Dick’. Stick? Lick? Kick? Tick?” He wondered out loud.

“Keep that up and you’ll wake up to find its been chopped off.” Francis warned him. “So what are you going to do about Ivan? The man obviously is crazy about you and you’re letting him court you even after what he did. You must be smitten.” Gilbert scoffed with a smirk.

“I’m not ‘smitten’. Look, Alfred is a demon, which means he has the power of seduction. With the state I left Ivan in his senses would EASILY fall pray to Alfred’s power. I’m not actually mad at him. I’m only about a quarter annoyed.” Both Francis and Antonio looked at him in surprise. “I’m not ‘with’ him and we haven’t slept together so I hold no claim over him. But I’m going to make him fret about it for a while!” Gilbert chuckled and rubbed his hands together. “Let him THINK about who he’s fucking around with. Now that he knows my anger, I will get DOUBLE the courting and presents!”

“You are SUCH a virgin whore!” Francis laughed and sipped more of the wine.

“Maybe I’ll give him a little ‘taste’ of pleasure depending on the present.” He said with a sneaky smirk.

“Hey, there’s a term for people like you. Does the word ‘prostitute’ mean anything to you?” Antonio offered.

“Pfft. It’s only prostitution if I get money for giving sex.”

“Nope. Gifts too.” Francis agreed with Antonio.

“You both suck donkey balls.” He hopped off the table. “I’m going to go kill something. I’ve had a hankering for boar meat for a while now.” Francis put down his wine bottle and clasped his hands together, giving him a dreamy look.

“Look Antonio! Our little Gilbie is already having cravings! He’s ready to mate and reproduce!” Gilbert gave him a shocked sneer and Antonio slapped a hand to his face.

“Francis, you’re a living drunk. And the cravings come AFTER the sex, not before! He’d technically be in ‘heat’ right now if he was ready for sex and babies.”

“Once again, people are talking as if I’m not here! And this conversation is completely ridiculous! You should both be ashamed of yourselves! Good day!” He said the last part firmly and stormed off, heading back to his horse. The other two watched him go, snickering softly to themselves.

‘How the heck am I suppose to win Gilbert over in THIS world? Everything I did and bought to win him over most likely doesn’t exist here!’

Ivan sat in the church library at a desk, tickling the quill under his nose as he stared at the blank paper. He wanted to make a list of things he could do that Gilbert would enjoy. His options were extremely limited in this world. Everything he did would have to be old world with no technology. So he had to think back to his history and literature classes for romantic ideas. But did Gilbert even want something romantic? Ivan had many movie scenes in his memory that were romantic. The only one that came to mind was the “Lady and the Tramp” spaghetti scene. He could ATTEMPT something like that. He smiled and wrote the first idea down.

“Find a ‘subtle’ way to sneak a kiss!” He continued to think, focusing back on literature classes. “Oh! Romantic words!” He wrote that down. “Flowers! Everyone likes to be given flowers! And poems! I can steal some from Antonio! Hm…what else…? Think, think, think! Ah! Seeing a play! They have those here! Ooo, romantic snowy night walks through the woods! I’m really good at this! Haha!” He clapped his hands happily and a cleric passing by stopped to stare at him before hurrying away.

Ivan put the quill down and rest his head in his folded arms, trying to think back to what really won Gilbert over. It was the time of that gang fight and Ivan had been particularly violent in his ways of attack. When he was angry Ivan showed amazing strength and little mercy, if any at all. Gilbert was attracted to his strength and the danger aspect of it. Ivan’s lifestyle was an adventure Gilbert craved but could he do that again? If he truly became the ‘hero’ some thought he was then he would be sent on an adventure to ‘close’ the tear. Or something like that. It would be full of dangers but Gilbert would love the risk and thrill of it.

Perhaps their ‘love’ will just have to happen the way it originally did. But things were strange here and Ivan would have to find out if winning the ‘courting’ game led to marriage. He wouldn’t protest it but the idea of Gilbert as a bride terrified him. Back in his world when he had the marriage thought, he always pictured Gilbert as a Bridezilla. But it wasn’t just him that Ivan could see being coined ‘Bridezilla’. Both Arthur and Romano would be just as bad, if not worse. Gilbert would be the type to expect everyone to do everything for him and make things as complicated as possible on purpose. Arthur would be spoiled and hurtful, shouting things like ‘I asked for EARL-FUCKING-GRAY not English Breakfast!’ and knock the table over. Romano would just scream, shout, and constantly insult everyone but weep when things didn’t go his way. May lighting strike him now if he was wrong in these assumptions? When none came he continued on his merry thoughts of courting.

“I will start with flowers first. And I know just the thing!”

Ivan had gone to the castle garden and picked out some colorful wildflowers in a small bouquet. If he was in his world he would just have to pick them up in the store but this would do. It’s the thought that counted the most. His plan was to tie the flowers to Gilbert’s curled whip, which he left on one of the benches every day at noon to eat his lunch. Ivan borrowed some thread from the castle weaver and snuck his way to the training arena. He really should be training but this was more important.

Surprisingly, Gilbert was not at the arena so he asked a cleric where he was. He was told Gilbert was near the stables with Ebony so Ivan headed that way. When he got to the stables, Gilbert was just leaving for lunch as expected. Ivan waited a moment or so before tiptoeing over to the whip that was hanging near the goats’ pen. He quickly tied the flowers to the whip and retreated to the chicken coop, peeking through the separated wood. While he was waiting a hen had gotten close to him, perching on his shoulder to roost. Ivan sighed softly, wishing he had a strong bird like Ebony, not a chubby hen used for egg laying and eating. But that was just his rotten luck recently. Gilbert was graced with the black eagle of supremacy and Ivan was graced with the chicken of recession.

‘There he is!’ Ivan said to himself as Gilbert finally came back into view. Ivan smashed his face against the wood to get a closer look. ‘Go to the whip…go to the whip…go to the- damn he has a nice rump…’ Ivan’s eyes lit up when Gilbert took notice of the flowers. ‘Eureka!’ Gilbert untied the flowers and gave them a strange look before shrugging his shoulders and feeding them to the goats. Ivan’s jaw dropped along with heart and hope. ‘No…!’ He whined sadly. He had worked really hard to think of something cute like that! The hen made some kind of ‘nesting noise’ beside him and he turned to look at her. “Can you believe this? Not only am I lowering myself to win the heart of a man but I’m also confiding in a chicken. Time for plan ‘B’.”

Plan ‘B’ was leaving a simple romantic ‘couplet’ where Gilbert could see it. The albino didn’t seem to make the connection with Ivan and the flowers, but maybe a note would help. Ivan sat on his little bed for hours trying to think of a couplet that would be appropriate. He thought of a short and simple free verse poem that would end in a couplet. It didn’t matter if it was correct or not, Gilbert wouldn’t know. Ivan folded the note and laid it on Gilbert’s prayer book. Once again Ivan hid in the shadows and waited in silence.

Gilbert came in his white robes and knelt before the altar. Ivan lost himself in gazing at the white light that seemed to surround his Gilbert. Gilbert was far from a holy man but he played the role well, making it almost believable. Yet it didn’t make him any less beautiful. Ivan wanted to possess him, right here and now. He wanted to storm out of his hiding place, throw Gilbert over his shoulder, carry him to a room and fuck him senseless. But, he must control himself for he was doing things ‘right’ this time. ‘Find the note…’

Ivan watched as Gilbert got up from his knees and went over to his prayer book. Gilbert noticed the note and opened it, reading it quickly. He gave a little smile and looked around before hiding it in his robes. Ivan felt his heart swell with pride and achievement. One part down, many more to go! Ivan wanted to walk out from his spot and let Gilbert know he was there but he felt as if someone else was watching and it made him uneasy.

‘Hmm…very interesting.’

Alfred said to himself from up in the rafters of the old church. He was gazing down upon Ivan and Gilbert from the ceiling on his belly. Arthur had put him on spy duty and at first it had been boring but now it was starting to get interesting. It was almost clear to him now that Ivan and Gilbert were indeed courting behind Ludwig’s back. What Alfred wasn’t sure about was Gilbert’s true feelings. Gilbert was known to lead suitors on because he enjoyed the chase, trill, and danger of it. Ivan was a desperate man who had lost his lover and trying to fill the empty void. Ludwig’s big brother had no other power other than to drive people either insane with annoyance or make them lust and crave him.

What did the man expect to gain from this? Gilbert had many, many less fearful and rich suitors who would eagerly ask for his hand and the man could have his pick of the litter, after his brother’s approval of course. Being a demon himself, Alfred could not sense anything within Gilbert that would suggest he had a hidden form. On the other hand, no one like Gilbert had ever been born so it was possible. Both the suitors and Ivan seemed to want to take the chance. Alfred could only assume that Ivan really wanted Gilbert for his own and the white haired man was realizing it. All the suitors that approached him would only be doing it for a chance at the throne. Gilbert really was a hidden softy.

‘Time to report my findings.’ Alfred teleported himself into Kiku’s room to let Arthur know of what he had observed. To his surprise, Ludwig and Feliciano were also present in the room. They must have been discussing something but stopped and turned when Alfred entered the room.

“Alfred, what are you suppose to do when you are in the king’s presence?” Arthur asked him and Alfred gave a quick bow. “What do you have to report?”

“Did you see my brother? What is Ivan up to?” Ludwig asked him. Alfred simply crossed his arms and answered with a lie.

“Nothing. Nothing is happening between them. Not yet, anyway.”

“Are you certain?” Arthur raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yes! Believe me, I will tell you if they try to have sex. I’m sure Arthur told you about what I did?” Alfred smirked.

“Yes. I find it very tasteless.” Kiku said flatly and Alfred stuck his tongue out at him.

“Keep doing that.” Ludwig told the demon. “The more we push Gilbert away from Ivan the better. Keep tempting him.” Arthur narrowed his eyes at Ludwig.

“Hey, that’s not Alfred’s job. Alfred is my demon and I rather him not run around playing ‘temptress’ with some jackass from another world!”

“I’m not ‘your’ demon. I hate when you say that!” Alfred said and looked away from him, tapping his foot.

“Oh please! If I hadn’t had found in that field some wild animal would have. You owe everything you are now to me.” Alfred mouthed ‘blah, blah, blah’ at Arthur’s back.

“Leave your little lover’s spat for another time. I make the laws here and I want Alfred to keep up his current assignment.” Ludwig looked to Alfred. “If you see the opportune time to seduce Ivan then do it. You will be paid more.” Alfred smirked and rubbed his hands together.

“Can’t say ‘no’ to that! Guess I’ll be in touch!” With that, Alfred disappeared into the floor.

“Ludwig, Alfred can be just as curious and mischievous as Gilbert, if not more so!” Arthur sneered.

“It was my decision and I’m sticking to it.” Ludwig ignored Arthur for the moment and turned to Kiku. “I would like you to go and speak to Ivan privately when you have a chance.” Kiku simply nodded. “See what you can get out of him.”

“Let me go too!” Feliciano asked, tugging on Ludwig’s heavy sleeve. “Please, Wiggy? I want to help out too! I won’t be afraid if Kiku is with me!” Ludwig looked at him and nodded his head.

“Very well. I see no harm in it. But you should be working on your decorum for the Winter Festival.”

“I promise I will! You’ll be so proud of me! Just you wait and see! Come on, Kiku!” Kiku gave a ‘why me’ look to Ludwig as he was pulled out of the room.

“You have a possible demon for a brother and a tavern waiter for a future queen.” Arthur said and shook his head slightly.

“Do you have a problem with that?” Ludwig turned his icy gaze onto Arthur and kept it there. That look reminded Arthur that he should tread lightly.

“No. But I would like you to keep in mind what your kingdom may think of you. It’s not kingly behavior to get drunk and rape someone in front of half the town and then put a crown on them. You really took the ‘the king always gets what he wants no matter what’ attitude that night.”

“Feli is more than that. You can leave now.” Ludwig growled out. “And do it FAST.”

“Hmph. Sorry to anger you.” Arthur disappeared with a purple cloud of smoke and Ludwig was left alone in the room.

Gilbert chose to go out for a late night ride in the woods behind the castle. No one had known he snuck out but the night patrol would soon notice a horse missing. Ludwig did not like him going out at night into the woods but Gilbert never liked to listen. He rode to one of his favorite spots by the lake. He and his friends came here often and Gilbert never tired of it. He tied the horse to a tree and carefully lit his lantern to light his way as he strolled.

This gave him some time to think and clear his head. The flowers had been from Ivan as well as the little poem. So the man really was courting him. Did he not fear Ludwig’s wrath? That thought made Gilbert smirk. The man must really have feelings for him if he is risking his life on the pyre, should they be caught. He reached into his tunic and took out the picture he had taken from Ivan of the both of them. The picture continued to baffle him. That was indeed himself in the picture with Ivan and they were happy. And Ivan’s words about how much he cared for the other Gilbert were true. If only he had the same level of feelings for Ivan.

He could admit that he felt something for the stranger but he had only just met him not that long ago. Ivan was previously in love with the other Gilbert so his feelings were still fresh and strong. It would take him some time to grow to love Ivan, if he even would. Just because something happened in another lifetime and world doesn’t mean it would happen here, right? And Ivan is supposed to be the hero who can close up the tear to save this world. He sure as hell didn’t want to be someone’s sidekick.

But then again, there was that flame of lust, which continued to engulf him every time he saw Ivan. Sometimes it would be a little tingle and other times it could bring him to his knees. Ivan was the first man that had ever given him such intense sexual feelings. He cursed when he felt his member grow slightly hard. ‘Down boy.’ He said to himself. Ivan has daydreams about him all the time and Gilbert is even starting to imagine them together himself. But his brother would probably kill them both. That made him chuckle again.

“Ah, boy. What the hell am I going to do?” He looked up at the moon. “Do I want Ivan or not?” He rests his back against a tree and looked down at the flickering candle in his lantern. “Guess I should just wait and see what the courting leads too. It may please Ludwig as well. This sucks.” Gilbert felt a presence nearby and he took out his whip immediately. “Who’s there?” He called, looking all around him. “Show yourself!”

“You shouldn’t be out here alone. Your brother would flip his lid if he knew you left without telling him.” Gilbert sneered.

“Alfred. Don’t you have anything better to do then follow me around? Or did my brother hire you to keep tabs on me? Shouldn’t you be fucking Arthur somewhere?” Alfred pouted.

“Such an attitude! And to think I came all the way here to give you a bit of information.” Gilbert wrapped his whip up and placed it back on his belt.

“I’m listening.”

“Apologize first.”

“Bite my ass!”

“Ugh. You’re impossible. I just came to tell you that your darling little brother has sent Kiku and Feli to speak to Ivan.”

“That’s it? That’s your big news?” He asked sarcastically.

“Mmm…that’s what I came to tell you but I also think we should talk for a little bit.” Alfred lifted his wings and leapt up onto a tree branch. Gilbert looked up at him with a frown.

“Is that necessary?” Alfred lifted one leg onto the branch and let the other dangle.

“In a sense. But I also came here to talk to you about Ivan.” Gilbert narrowed his gaze and tilted his head a bit to the side. He was becoming suspicious. “I know you and he are secretly courting.” Alfred smirked as Gilbert took a defensive stance in the snow.

“You HAVE been spying on us! Damn my brother! I should be able to do whatever the hell I want!”

“Ah, but he doesn’t know that yet. Not unless I tell him, which I haven’t yet.” Alfred wiggled his brows.

“You can tell him but both Ivan and I will deny it.”

“Do you care about him? About Ivan?”

“What’s it to you?”

“Oh, just wondering. I’m trying to figure out if you’re playing a game with him or you actually have feelings for him.” He let both legs dangle now in a childish manner. “I can’t help my curiosity.”

“Yeah well curiosity killed the cat. In this case the ‘demon’.”

“So violent.”

“What are you looking to get out of this, Alfred? Do you want to fuck him again? Is that why you’re here?”

“Perhaps. Perhaps not. But at least I got to ‘experience’ something that you want. Don’t you want to know what it was like?” Gilbert turned his back to him. “He was a beast! He didn’t leave any part of my body untouched. His hands are rough and his thrusts are hard. His cock was way bigger than Arthur’s in length and width. The bigger the better, but you wouldn’t know that since your baby brother holds the key to your chastity. Pity.” Gilbert pulled out three heavy dagger darts from his holster and threw them at Alfred who was still perched on the tree. Alfred quickly disappeared to dodge them and then returned to full view, this time standing on the very tip of the branch. “HA HA HA HA! You have a blush across your pretty little white face! Do I sense a twinge of jealousy?”

“Get down here and fight like a man!”

“Really, what is the deal with that?” Alfred flapped into the air, circling Gilbert below him. “I was born with these qualities and features! So I should use them to my advantage. You would do the same.”

“Fuck off, Alfred! I mean it! You don’t have Arthur here to protect you this time! And keep your slut body away from Ivan!”

“I can’t deny him if he wants him. He can’t get it from you.” Alfred gave him a raspberry and Gilbert was seething with anger. “Now, if you’ll excuse me-“

“Flying away back to your master, little demon?” Alfred froze and turned to look at him. ‘That stopped him.’ Gilbert smirked. “You pity me for being a virgin yet I have control over my life. I have a title, a position, a duty. People look up to me and respect me…well, those who aren’t fearful. I am in line to the throne. I am of noble blood and birth. You are a low-born, abandon demon who must live under the rule of his master.”

“Shut up!” Alfred growled, showing his fangs and gums.

“Do you bend over and raise your hips to your ‘master’? I bet he likes to grab those horns too and ram into you.”

“I’m warning you, Gilbert…!”

“At least when I walk into a room, I can hold my head high knowing no one has cardinal knowledge of me. People see you and they whisper ‘whore’.”

“BASTARD!” Alfred flew back down to the snowy ground and propelled a whirlwind of snow in Gilbert’s direction. Gilbert was blown back a few feet but it did little damage. “I’m not a whore! If you were given the chance to sleep around you’d be the biggest slut on the block!” Alfred slammed his fist into the snow, letting a fast bolt of energy slither its way towards Gilbert. Gilbert quickly took out his holy sword and placed it in front of him, his own energy repealing the magic. “Damn!”

“You still have a lot to learn! Come back when your balls have dropped and you’re ready to face a true warrior.”

“I am a fighter! I’m a demon warrior!” Gilbert threw his head back and laugh, placing his hands on his hips. “You still think me a simple whore, don’t you?”

“I just don’t understand why you are here fighting me when you SHOULD be going after your master. He pimps you out for all this, doesn’t he?”

“No. Master Arthur is not like that! I make my own choices!” Gilbert looked past him and smirked.

“Now’s your chance to prove it.” Alfred turned to see Arthur coming up behind him, hat, staff, and all.

“I followed your auras all the way here. Gilbert, why did you leave without speaking to your brother first? And Alfred, I’m certain I did NOT give you orders to follow Gilbert this evening.” Alfred looked to Gilbert who waved him on to continue.

“I followed him because I wanted to!” Arthur glared at the demon.

“Don’t get fresh with me! Come on, we’re going back to the castle. The last thing I need is for you to catch a damn cold.”

“I will go anywhere I please! I-“ Alfred found his mouth suddenly covered with some kind of magical goop that prevented him from talking further.

“Ah, silence.” Gilbert said happily.

“Get back to the castle before I tell your brother where you’ve been.” He said a magic word and Alfred was encased in a bubble. A long stream of blue energy connected the bubble to the staff and Arthur walked away with him just like that.

“Hmph. Tight ass.” Gilbert said under his breath.

Now that he just had that little confrontation with Alfred he started to feel slightly threatened. He couldn’t tell if Alfred was just playing with him or if he really meant to try and steal Ivan away. If he was with Arthur he would want to find another lover too. Alfred’s description of Ivan’s sexual tendencies only increased his lust for the man further. This was the first time he would have competition for someone he was mildly attracted to. Well, it wouldn’t matter. Ivan already had his heart set on him so it wouldn’t prove to be much of a challenge. He would have to keep a close eye on both Alfred and Ivan. Ivan was still a man easily manipulated by sweet words and body language. Perhaps Gilbert would have to start toning down his teasing.

“Nah!” Gilbert gave a toothy grin. “Nobody defeats the mighty Gilbert! I always get what I want! Even if I don’t really want it…Ha! Just wait until Ivan sees me at the Winter Festival! I’d like to see Alfred compare his ugly features to mine!” Gilbert gasped then. “What the hell am I saying? Hmph! Well, it doesn’t matter! I, the Mighty Gilbert, will conquer any and all competitions! No matter how little, how small, or how ridiculous they may be! I win!”

Feliciano hummed a tune happily and strolled beside a silent Kiku, who was standing proud and poised. Kiku tried not to make eye contact with the happily man next to him. He had a soft spot in his heart for Feliciano but he didn’t always like being around the giddy male. They were welcomed immediately into the church and taken to Ivan’s little room where he was getting ready for bed. Feliciano knocked on the open door and Ivan turned to smile at both of them.

“Good evening, Mr. Ivan.” Kiku said politely. “I hope we are not disturbing you?”

“Ah, not at all. I was just getting ready for bed but I’m not fully sleepy yet. What brings you to my humble little church room?”

“Ve~ we came here to talk to you! We hardly know you and Wiggy wants us to know more about you!”

“Feli, please be more polite.” Kiku cleared his throat after saying that. “We only wish to clear some things up.” He closed the door behind them.

“What would you like to know?” Ivan sat down on the bed and Feliciano happily joined him even though he wasn’t invited.

“Just more about this world where you came from. You know both of us in this other world right?” Asked Kiku.

“Yes. You are both the same there as you are here. Feliciano, you are with Ludwig and Kiku, you’re a very intelligent university student at the top of your class. You will be graduating this year, I believe. You plan on becoming a doctor of some kind.” Kiku smiled softly.

“Ah, so our personalities remain the same yet our cultures vary our achievements. Most enlightening.”

“Oh! Oh! What about me, Ivan? What do I do in the other world?!” Feli asked next and Ivan just gave him an amused smile.

“Um…basically the same thing. You worked at a video store before stealing Ludwig’s heart.” He tried to make it sound more exciting than it really was. Feliciano frowned a bit.

“Well, at least I’m going to be queen here soon! What about Ludwig? What does he do?”

“He’s some kind of business man for a big company. He…how can I explain this? He’s a parent company for a bunch of small businesses. As in, he’s like the ‘king’ there because he owns the biggest piece of it. He makes a LOT of money.”

“How about Arthur and Alfred?” Kiku asked. “How are they?” Ivan sighed.

“I never really hung around much with Arthur. Alfred and Gilbert were good friends, they hung around a lot. As you know, I slept with Alfred here but…I also slept with him in the other world too.” Feliciano gasped. “It was a one time thing! I would never happen again. Alfred and I do not get along very well. He is one hundred percent pure loud-mouth American and he drives me up a wall.”

“Did Gilbert find out? In your world, I mean.” Kiku asked.

“No, he never found out. He would have killed Alfred if he knew…my Gilbie…” Ivan felt his heart ache again and the other men noticed his change in attitude. “I’m doing things differently here. My Gilbert is dead in my world…yet he lives here. I want him back…I want another chance to love him all over again. To do things differently…it’s a second chance. If there is a deity somewhere in these universes…I only hope I can succeed.” Feliciano smiled softly and took Ivan’s hand.

“Ve~ You really like Gilbert, don’t you?” Ivan gave a sad smile.

“I do. We were together for a year before he died. Ludwig didn’t want Gilbert to have anything to do with me. But we fell in love anyway.” He didn’t want to tell them about Gilbert rebelling and leaving Ludwig’s house and care to follow him. They may become suspicious.

“That’s not good. I’m sure Gilbert doesn’t have the issues in your world as he does here.” Kiku stated. “For as you know, his features are rare and odd. Some say he is magical. Others say he is a demon. Sorcerers have tried to obtain him ever since he was a little boy, believing that every part of his body was magical. Many turned to fear him, thinking that his body was a sleeping demon waiting to arise.”

“Kiku, let me ask you something…and be honest with me.” Ivan said firmly. “Do you believe in this whole ‘purity’ thing with Gilbert? If he has sex will he become a demon?” Feliciano cleared his throat.

“Ludwig says we are not allowed to talk about those things.” Kiku kept his brown eyes glued to Ivan’s before speaking.

“Feli, why don’t you go and fetch us some wine? I’m slightly parched.”

“Oh, yeah sure! I’ll be back in a flash!” Kiku waited for him to leave and locked the door. Ivan blinked in confusion but said nothing.

“To answer your question…I truly do not know. However, I do have a more…logical and solid reason as to why Ludwig is so protective of Gilbert. I rather Feliciano not know. Ludwig has told me but he wants to keep Feli innocent.”

“Please tell me. The more I know the better.”

“Gilbert…being the way he was growing up was often ill in bed. Ludwig spent many days and nights in his brother’s bed. They would share stories and study together. Their father, the late king, was very stern and strict, constantly yelling at Ludwig every time he did not do something correctly. He would always hide in Gilbert’s room. Gilbert would often stand up to their father but would suffer for it. Aside from that…Gilbert was often…well…he was often molested, or it was attempted.” Ivan bid him to continue. “It was usually by other high ranking noble officials. Ludwig would witness it often and run to his nursemaids or parents to let them know what was happening. All of those men who attempted to have their way with Gilbert were killed.”

“So their father ordered the deaths…even if he and Gilbert didn’t get along?” Kiku nodded.

“And I believe I have come to a conclusion about where this whole ‘demon’ myth came from. Their father was a particularly cruel man. He cared for his sons but he didn’t know how to properly show it. Their mother was tender and kind, one of the main reasons Gilbert is still alive today. She often threatened to kill herself if her husband attempted to kill their firstborn son because of his white skin and eyes. He obeyed and grew to at least appreciate his son. But when the molestation started…and older men came to ask to have Gilbert betrothed to them was when the family history grew dark.” Ivan was intrigued by the tale and he listened carefully.

“Whenever a man was accused of molesting Gilbert in any way, their father had them executed and would skin them. He would hang the skins on the top of spikes in the village square or on the castle walls to blow in the wind, warning all who may dare to approach his eldest son would meet with a cruel fate.” Ivan wasn’t shocked by the description. “So…I have come to believe that those stories have traveled far and wide…and soon Gilbert became associated with a ‘demon’. It was as if the demon in him made his father into the cruel man that he was. And it seemed his features lured men and women to him in a lustful manner…something only a demon could do. But I think it was really the cruelty of his father that set the standard for Gilbert’s inner mysteries.”

“So that’s why Ludwig threw him in a church. Gilbert can’t be touched there. He grew up watching his big brother-“

“Yes. Absolutely. Often, King Ludwig’s constant worry and care for his older brother suggest hidden incest but it is far from the truth. Ludwig is in control now so he has the power to protect his big brother. He knows how rebellious and promiscuous Gilbert can be so he likes to keep a tight reign on him.” Ivan closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

“It all makes sense now. Thank you, Kiku. You cleared up a lot for me. In my world, Gilbert rarely spoke of his past. All he would tell me is that he and Ludwig were very close. He was often ill and Ludwig was spoiled because he looked ‘normal’. Molestation was never an issue he spoke up. They grew up with their grandparents.”

“So it wasn’t much different there for them then it was here.”

“I guess not. At least now I understand more. I’m glad I spoke to you, Kiku. You cleared up a lot of things for me.”

“I’m glad I could be of service to you. I do believe you have come here to help close up the tear in the sky.”

“Yes, everyone speaks of this but I have yet to see it.”

“You can’t see it from the kingdom. You must travel up the mountains to see it in full.”

“I would like to see it sometime. If I am to be the champion then I must know what I’m going up against.” Ivan smiled and clapped his hands. “So one mystery door closes yet another remains open! What fun!” Kiku was a bit concerned with Ivan’s frequent mood changes but he gave a lopsided smile.

“Y-Yes. Just so you know, you have been invited to the Winter Festival. You will ride behind Ludwig, Feliciano, and Gilbert. You will ride beside myself and Arthur.”

“I would be honored.”

“Heya guys! I’m back with our drinks!” Kiku let Feliciano in and he served the wine to both of them. “Let’s drink up and become best pals!” Ivan let Feliciano ramble on and on about nonsense as he did his best to enjoy the wine given to him.

It was late when the two men left and Ivan was curled up in the bed, sleeping soundly. That was until he heard voices all around him. He stirred in his sleep and fluffed the pillow around his ears, trying to block out the sounds. The voices were muffled echoes and they soon grew too numerous, driving him crazy. With a growl he sat up and looked around his room. No one was there. The voices were still all around him. The clerics must be up and making noise. Ivan threw the covers off and slipped from the bed, throwing his tunic on before leaving the room.

The halls were dark yet the voices continued to carry. He looked up but saw nothing. Where were the voices coming from? Ivan left his room and roamed the halls, finding all the doors closed. It was strange. The voices were everywhere but everyone was asleep. No one was awake. The church was still with every candle put out save for the chandelier and fireplace. That’s when Ivan saw it.

His eyes widened at the apparition before him. It appeared to be a string of light, resembling ribbons for arms and legs. It was clearly the silhouette of a person…or of a ghost. However, the being seemed to take no actual form. Just smoke like ribbons of limbs. It walked down the halls, giving of a strange light that attracted him. Ivan followed the light and the apparition through the halls, passing by sleeping guards and snoring clerics. Who, or what was this apparition? What did it mean? Was he dreaming? Was he sleepwalking? The air around him was dense and cold, yet strangely calming. He could vaguely hear Dean Martin’s ‘Sway’ accompanying the light and he gasped. His blood went cold and his heart sank to his belly.

“Gilbert? Oh my god…Gilbert…Gilbert! THAT’S MY GILBERT!” Ivan ran after the ghost of his dead lover but just could not catch up with the light. The song continued to play softly and Ivan’s eyes filled with tears. “GILBERT! GILBERT WAIT! WAAAAAAAAAIT!” Ivan followed the light outside of the church and into the snow, ignoring the cold on his bare feet. The apparition of his lover was gone and he fell to his knees in the snow. “No…no Gilbert…Gilbert…he was so close…that was him!” Ivan couldn’t control his tears or his screams. It was so unlike him to lose control like this.

‘He left me…he left me again!’ His screams and cries alerted the night guards and the two men ran over to him.

“Tsar Ivan!”

“Tsar Ivan!”

“What are you doing out here?! It’s freezing cold! You’ll catch your death!” Said one but Ivan didn’t respond. He just continued looking out towards the drawbridge entrance where his Gilbert had left through.

“We need to get you inside! Tsar Ivan, what is wrong with you?” Asked the other.

“We need to warm him up and fast!” They carried him into the church and placed him before the fire. “Alert Sorcerer Arthur…and awaken Master Kiku!” One guard said to another and the man hurried to do so. Ivan’s screams had already woken many in the castle, including Ludwig and Feliciano. The guard nearly crashed into him.

“What is going on? What is all the commotion?” Ludwig asked, wrapped tightly in his night robe with Feliciano hanging fearfully onto his arm.

“Your majesty!” He bowed. “We found Tsar Ivan kneeling in the snow outside the castle doors! He was screaming and holding his head! He appears disoriented!”

“Where is he?”

“In the church…warming by the fire.” Ludwig nodded.

“Waken Kiku. And Sorcerer Arthur.”

By the time everyone had been alerted, they all met in the church where Ivan lay shaking. Gilbert was the only one not present. Ivan had a blanket around him, his eyes wide and unseeing as he gazed into the fire. Kiku knelt before him, checking his vitals for anything out of the ordinary. Arthur held his staff out above Ivan’s head, silently chanting words to read his mind. Kiku gasped when his wrist was grabbed painfully in Ivan’s.

“I-Ivan?”

“I saw him…gods above I saw him!” Ivan gasped out, his eyes wet with tears.

“Saw who?” Ludwig asked.

“Gilbert! Gilbert! He was here!”

“Of course he was here! He resides in the church!” Ludwig scolded.

“NO! Not your Gilbert! My Gilbert! My Gilbert from MY world! He was here! I saw his ghost! His ghost was right there! Right there in the hall!” Ivan stood up and pointed down the corridor where there was only darkness. “I swear…I swear he was there!”

“His mind is blocked off.” Arthur whispered to Ludwig. “I can’t read it.”

“Ivan. Ivan, look at me.” Kiku turned the larger man’s face back to look at his. “No one is there. There are no ghosts.”

“No…no Gilbert was there! He was! I heard his song! His special secret song! Our song!”

“You must have been dreaming, Ivan.” Feliciano said softly, stroking his arm. “When my kitty died a long time ago I thought I heard him ‘meowing’ outside my house.”

“Feliciano is right.” Arthur spoke up. “Grief and guilt have a way of haunting us. You are still a stranger here and perhaps your body has not yet fully adapted.”

“But there were voices!” Ivan said fearfully. “Voices everywhere…but there was no one there! Only Gilbert’s spirit! He was there, I tell you! I SWEAR IT!”

“We must get you back into bed, Ivan. You’re burning up already! You have a fever!” Feliciano said worriedly and Kiku felt the man’s forehead.

“He is burning up and quickly. Help me get him to his room.” Ivan suddenly gripped Feliciano tightly in his arms and hugged him, burying his face in his chest. Feliciano looked worried and surprised.

“HE WAS HERE! I KNOW MY GILBERT! HE WAS HERE! HE LEFT ME AGAIN! I COULDN’T CATCH HIM!” He turned his tear filled eyes upwards to meet Feliciano’s amber ones. “He came to see me…it was him…I know it was. He’s here! He’s here with us right now! He’s looking for me! I have to find him! He’s probably lost and scared!”

“Put him to sleep!” Ludwig hissed to Arthur through his teeth. Arthur let his staff glow gold and said a few words, knocking Ivan out immediately. Feliciano tried to hold him but the guards helped steady him. Ivan was carried back to his bed and laid upon it. The guards covered him up and Ludwig dismissed them. “What the hell is going on?”

“He has a very high fever.” Said Kiku. “He may be seeing and hearing things. It’s not uncommon with a high fever. Feliciano, go and fetch my medical box.”

“Sure!” Feliciano hurried out.

“The way he speaks of Gilbert…it was actually bit frightening.” Arthur said softly. “Did you see him carrying on like that?”

“Yes…something is up with him.” Ludwig looked down at the flushing man hot with fever. “I want Gilbert to stay away from him.” Kiku looked up at him.

“I don’t think that is a good idea, Ludwig.” Kiku responded. “His reactions were not made up…he was really feeling sadness and guilt over Gilbert’s death. Who knows what he saw? And those voices…he may be channeling the next world. Remember…we do not know if there is another Ivan in this world.” Arthur gasped.

“Do you think our ‘Ivan’ was transported to the other world when ‘this’ Ivan arrived? How could a person exist in more places than one?”

“That is not important right now.” Kiku said firmly. “Ludwig…this man obviously loves Gilbert. He is hurting deeply from his death in his world. Give them a chance…what man would love your big brother like that? Ivan, that’s who. Not one of these snobby rich suitors! And he is our champion!”

“I still have my doubts.” Ludwig said, crossing his arms. “Just get his fever down. We will talk about this in the morning. I don’t like the fact that he is seeing ‘ghosts’. He’s a nut job.”

“What do we tell Gilbert?” Arthur asked.

“Tell him nothing. Nothing until we get more from Ivan.” Ludwig stared down at Ivan with a frown. ‘I don’t know what to make of you…’

End Chapter 5 TBC

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