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Different Hearts, Same Love	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 7
- 8
- 9
***Warnings: Yaoi, language

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

Chapter 8

Arthur immediately cursed himself the moment their lips touched, and he had done it willingly. The kiss was soft and gentle, with Francis leading it. Arthur pulled away for a moment to lift himself on his elbows and kiss the other with more force. If this was going to happen, then there was not a chance in all the heavens that Arthur would allow Francis full control. He never had any complaints about being bottom, but he would always be in control of the act. Pushing them into a sitting position, Arthur took control of the kiss and deepened it, which earned a moan from the other. Francis may be a popular lover in the nobleman's world, but he had never met someone like Arthur. Arthur knew those lovers of his were all lip service, completely fake and transparent. Francis wouldn't see it like that for the vain man was too caught up in himself to see the obvious lies in his lovers.

"Lay back down, my wild flower." Francis spoke in a suave, sexy voice. "Let me indulge myself in your natural fragrance and-"

"Shut it." Arthur responded softly. "Poetic fake words do little to please or excite me." He felt Francis' hands encircle his waist. The other smiled at him.

"Has anyone ever spoken them to you in the midst of passion like this?"

Arthur gazed at him for a moment. "No, but that doesn't mean I want to hear them." He nipped at the others bottom lip before giving another kiss. "Not every person falls into your arms wants to hear pillow talk."

"Then what do you want to hear?" Francis brought his hands around to undue the buckle of Arthur's belt. With the tunic now loose on Arthur's body, he let his hands travel up underneath to feel the lithe muscles. Arthur didn't seem to mind the touches.

"Your silence. I don't want to hear your stupid voice." Arthur pushed him down onto his back and crawled over him. Francis just looked up at him, blinking confused blue eyes at the intimidating green. "We're in my woods; my territory and not yours."

"Then I am at your humble service." Francis could see the look of curious surprise on Arthur's face, and it made him smile. "Since you are unsure of how I can perform, then simply do whatever makes you feel right. I will lie back and enjoy this painted body bouncing above me." If it was control Arthur wanted, then it was control he would get but not by his own means. Francis knew he wanted him to fight back, to fight for control, yet he would not let his opportunity slip by falling for it. He could play 'hard-to-get' in a whole other way that Arthur could not. Francis did let out a groan when he felt Arthur's clothed rump seat itself on his groin. The warmth from the other was helping to aide in the chill of the air. "I've never had a man quite like you before."

"I'm better than anyone you've ever slept with because I'm real."

"Real in what way?" His fingers toyed with the ties of Arthur's leggings.

" 'Real' as in I made you work for this." He batted Francis' hands away. "I didn't just fall onto my back and spread my legs because you're attractive."

Francis beamed. "You think I'm attractive?" Arthur frowned, caught in a corner of his own web. "Don't worry, you're only stating the obvious."

"I'm leaving you." He started to get up, but Francis held him in place. "What did I say about talking?" Arthur scolded, and Francis squeezed his lips together in response. "Better. Who cares to hear your stupid, nerve-wracking voice?" Arthur could feel Francis' groin start to harden and it pressed up against him. The feeling almost brought a blush to his cheeks. "Are you sure you want to do this? Fucking someone outside in the dirty woods, on the ground and not a bed?"

"How would I know if I never tried? Maybe I just want to do it with you." Arthur frowned. "It's too cold to undress fully, but I promise that when we get to the city, I will take you to a beautiful warm room, strip you naked, sit in a hot bath, kiss every square inch of your body and make sweet, passionate lov-"

Arthur brought his mouth down to kiss Francis quite. The other blonde moaned into his mouth and opened it for Arthur's tongue. Arthur didn't want anything slow and sweet from this man. He just wanted to satisfy some urges before he had Francis killed. Pulling away from the other, Arthur sat on his knees to reach under his legs. There, he unbuttoned a few to release his member and expose his backside, resting it against Francis. The man asked about the buttons, but Arthur ignored the question. When he felt Francis start to slide down his own pants, Arthur gripped his wrists and slammed them onto the ground. Francis blinked up at him in surprise from the sudden rough attack. "You're not in charge, I am. You have only ONE job."

"Which is?"

"Keep your cock hard for me, or else I'll cut it off."

"Yes sir." Francis felt a bit unappreciated under Arthur's dominant control. He did not want to fight the other because this opportunity would be lost forever. Francis knew that over time he could felt Arthur's heart, but had to let the domineering male make the first moves. Excitement flared inside him when Arthur's rough hands slipped past the hem of his pants, ushering them down to tuck it under his balls. The other blonde seemed to want only pleasure and nothing else, not even soft kisses or touches. Despite the lack of control and the cold air, Francis was able to remain hard. "What are you using for-"

Arthur knew what he was going to ask, so he decided to show Francis. Taking his own palm, he licked it a few times before wrapping it around Francis and stroking the length. The other moaned deeply and Arthur did it again, making sure it was slick enough for entering. It had been so long since he was last penetrated, and he could not remember what his lover looked like naked. Francis' erection was impressive to him, but Arthur had only seen one other so he could not compare. He did, however, remember the feelings the specific organ delivered, which he was eager to feel once again. Resting his hands on Francis' chest, Arthur positioned himself atop the other, feeling the tip hot against his entrance. Closing his eyes, he pressed down swiftly so the head would pass the first ring of muscle. The first part was always the hardest and there was little pain, but he let out a moan anyway.

"So beautiful…your face." Francis said with a gentle moan when Arthur's heat slowly began to encircle him. Arthur's normally hard face was relaxed with concentration, and Francis swore he could see a faint flush. He grit his teeth when Arthur pressed down further onto him, forcing the muscles to stretch. Arthur was tight from years of inactivity, but the feeling was undeniably sexy. To Francis, it felt as if he were taking a virgin and the thought excited him. Arthur's muscles were contracting around him beautifully, but he dare not say a word about it in fear of losing this tight heat. He was as much deprived as Arthur.

Arthur remembered how to relax his muscles and he slipped Francis the rest of the way inside. The stretching was somewhat uncomfortable but it would soon start to fade. His body trembled with anticipation yet he kept still, waiting for his body to properly adjust. Francis was waiting patiently as well, so Arthur opened his eyes to quickly glance at him. The man's features were slightly flushed and he had a soft smile painted on his face as he was looking back. Arthur's brows narrowed. "What is it? Stop looking at me like that."

"But you're so beautiful right now…the moon is directly above you…these green eyes just sparkling in-" He gasped as Arthur suddenly rocked against him.

"Shut up!" He blushed and lifted himself a bit, slowly pressing down. He let out a moan when the tip nearly grazed that special spot within him. When Francis tried to hold his hips, Arthur pushed them away. "No touching."

"What?" Francis was shocked. "I need to touch you!"

"No, you don't." Arthur raised himself up and slammed backed down, making himself and Francis groan with pleasure. Arthur shuddered when his spot was struck and he angled his body just right before lowering himself again. All the familiar feelings came back in a rush and Arthur took his pleasure with Francis, riding the other.

Francis could not ignore the pleasure rippling through his body by Arthur's movements, but they did not stop him from questioning about the other. He was not allowed to touch, kiss, suck, squeeze, cuddle, hold, grip, and nothing else of the sort. There was so much he wanted to show and do to Arthur, things to make him feel special. The man was lonely and bitter, but Francis wanted to help with that. Deciding to take a bit of initiative, he attempted to sit up but Arthur shoved him back down. While he was momentarily mesmerized by Arthur's rocking body, he quickly focused on the task at hand. This time he lifted himself quickly, forcing Arthur into his lap. The man attempted to escape, but Francis gripped the other's clothed hips tightly, sinking his fingers into the skin beneath. When Arthur tried to push away with his feet, Francis used the opportunity to shift onto his knees. Beginning with thrusts of his own, he guided Arthur's hips onto his cock.

"H-HEY!" Arthur protested with gasp. "I didn't say you could-" He shuddered when Francis struck his sweet spot at a deeper, harsher angle. Gripping the other's shoulders, Arthur moved with Francis' thrusts, panting and moaning softly into blonde locks. He shouldn't be allowing Francis to do this, but it felt too good to pass up.

"Arthur…" Francis moaned into his ear "so good."

Arthur chose not to respond, only allowing soft cries or pants to escape his throat. Francis had done everything Arthur wanted him to do with great stamina. His cock never softened or shrunk inside of him, only remained rock hard like he wanted. With each thrust down growing faster, Arthur could not keep his cries from escalading. He felt his belly twitching and fluttering with approaching orgasm, forcing his head to lull back as the pleasure rose. Francis had latched his lips onto his neck, but Arthur jerked his head away before any mark could be made. He hid his face in Francis' neck as the final waves of pleasure took over his body and he peeked. The pleasure made his shudder as his seed splattered against the white of Francis' shirt. The man was still hard within him and gave a few groans when Arthur's muscles tightened around him. However, Arthur lifted himself off of Francis in mid thrust and stood out of his reach.

"ARTHUR!" Francis gave him a look of frustrated shock as he knelt there, his cock still hard and now freezing without the other's heat. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT?"

"I got what I wanted." He said flatly and started to button up the center of his pants. "You can whack off from here. I don't like the feel of cum inside of me."

Francis' face turned white as snow as he just blankly gazed at the other's back. "Why did you not tell me that in the beginning?"

Arthur scoffed. "Heaven knows what kind of whacky substitute you have for it, so I chose to keep silent."

"Then can I at least cum on you? Please?" He had to gently stroke his erection to help ease the ache.

"No. Just go finish up somewhere." Arthur heard Francis begin to approach him but when he faced the other he was greeted with a slap. Francis' palm struck his cheek firmly, and it stung. Arthur gave him a furious look, but the look on Francis' face was even fiercer.

"Have you no consideration for another's feelings? You say I am so vain, but at least I am not selfish when it comes to feelings! How dare you just take what you want from me and then leave! I am not a client and you are not a whore!"

Arthur gave him a shove. "Did you honestly think I would let you make love to me? Please! Perish the thought! I wanted sex, you wanted sex, the moment was right. You've even said it before that we can have just sex."

"Not THAT kind of bland sex! There's so much more to it! There's tender stroking, gentle kisses, soft touches, sweet sounds, and simple basic cuddling! Your sex was nothing more than wham, bam, thank you Francis!" Francis had his hands on his hips. "I can't believe you are THIS shallow and cruel. No wonder Alfred left you!"

It was Arthur's turn to slap him. "Silence you old goat! Never speak his name in my presence, and how dare you make such an assumption as that! You know nothing!"

"I know now that I should have NEVER gone on this little journey with you!" Francis hollered.

"And I second that, you pompous jackass! If it weren't for my reasons, I wouldn't even go shopping at a street market with a bastard like you!"

"WE HAVE NOTHING IN COMMON!" They both shouted in unison at each other with teeth bared and low pitched growls.

Francis broke the angry stare first. "I'm going to sleep over here on the ground for it is much warmer and softer than YOU!"

"Good, go! And please, pray for brains and personality!"

Francis walked far across the glen to be many feet away from Arthur. He glared at the man who had his back turned, already settling down onto the ground. Francis looked down at the dirt beneath his feet and frowned. There would be no sleep for him tonight, with the cold dirt under him and the air growing colder. All he had to keep warm was his fur shawl Arthur had given him. He took it off and figured he could use it as a blanket. There was a particularly grassy looking spot a few inches ahead so Francis chose that as his nature bed. The grass poked and crinkled beneath his weight, but Francis withheld the cry that threatened to escape his lips. Forcing his body to relax against the grass, he covered himself (barely) with the fur and attempted to close his eyes. The night was deathly silent, and Francis found he missed the peepers and crickets that chirped throughout the night in the plains. All he wanted was to go home.

Beside him came the crunching footfalls of a body as it made its way towards him. Francis assumed it was Arthur and readied himself for a verbal attack. Instead, when he opened his eyes, there was a strange person garbed in a brown cloak, their face hidden. Francis gulped softly and peeked his eyes around the man's eyes to glance at Arthur. He whimpered the man's name softly, but gasped as Arthur was speaking to another person dressed the same way. Francis looked up at the stranger before him to carefully raise a hand and wave politely.

"Francis, it's all right!" Arthur called over to him. "I know these people and they're safe."

"Know them?" Francis stood up and covered the fur around his shoulders. "Who are they?"

"Don't be frightened." Said the stranger. "We know your friend, and we would like to escort you to our village. The both of you. We have warm beds, fresh food, and a fire." Francis felt his stomach growl at the mention of food and his body shiver at the promise of warmth. "Will you come?"

"Is Arthur coming?"

"I am." Arthur was smiling, but it was different than what Francis had seen. This smile was an eerie, mischievous one, which he did not like the looks of. "I promise these folks are safe, Francis. You can stay here if you wish, but I am leaving with them."

What choice did he have? "Alright, I'm coming too."

Francis followed the others out of the glen and into the woods, doing his best to stay close. Arthur said he knew these men, and they appeared friendly enough. However, Arthur appeared friendly the first time Francis laid eyes on him, so he would have to be careful. After a mile or so of walking, Francis listened in on the strange conversation Arthur was having with the others. They spoke in a different language so he was unable to understand their speech. Francis narrowed his eyes suspiciously at their backs.

"Does this man suspect anything?" Asked one stranger to Arthur.

"He is hesitant of you two, but keep up the friendly act and he'll be quick to trust you." Arthur glanced back at Francis for a moment then turned back to the woods. "Remember, I am offering him, a nobleman, to all of you in return for my departure. I no longer want any part of this clan."

"The Head Master will be saddened to hear of you wishing to leave. You are our savior, our hero, our god."

"Yet I am still just a man." Arthur answered them flatly. "A pure blooded nobleman is more of an offering than anything else in this forest. Drinking his blood will promise good fortune to all, and last many years. This is your savior's 'farewell' gift to his tribe."

"We accept your offering, and we hope the Head Master will as well."

"Arthur, what are they saying?" Francis was fuming now. "I find it extremely RUDE to be speaking in another language in front of one who is not a native speaker! What are they saying?"

Arthur smiled at him from over his shoulder. "We're talking about what food we are going to eat at the village."

Francis wanted to continue on being suspicious, but the rumbling in his belly from the promise of food overrode all thought.

By sunrise, the strangers had led them to a large clearing within some trees. In the clearing stood over a dozen or more shabby huts. Surrounding the area were various wood carvings of strange beings and spirits. The path they took through the village was lined with tiny bones, each one perfectly laid out atop the other. All the people dressed the same, long brown robes and hoods that made it impossible to tell gender. Outside each hut passed were drying skins, meat, herbs, pots, and oddly shaped weapons. Even though fires burned at every hut and corner, there was a strange stench in the air around them. It had almost an herbal incense sort of smell to it, but there was no signs of a source.

Francis was slightly worried about the place just from atmosphere alone. Of course, Arthur was fairly normal and his cabin was full of strange objects. He leaned in to Arthur and whispered, "Are you sure this is a safe place to be?"

"Of course. This is how these people live. I know it looks odd to you, but they are putting us up for awhile. Be nice."

Francis looked around again and noticed a stone table in the center of a circle made out of animal skulls. "I hope that's not where we're eating dinner?" Francis gulped, sticking his tongue through his teeth in disgust.

"Maybe you're not." Arthur smirked and Francis gave him a curious look.

One of their guides turned to speak to them. "Would either of you care for a hot bath? Some new clothing, perh-"

"ME!" Francis cut in. "Me! Right here!" He was grinned stupidly at the sound of the word 'bath'. "Pamper me!"

Arthur rolled his eyes. 'Soon, Arthur. Soon. Just be patient.'

Somehow, the words he spoke to himself did not hold the same excitement as they had before. He dismissed the thought momentarily to kindly decline the offer for a bath, wanting Francis to have the chance to enjoy himself. Once Francis was out of sight, Arthur proceeded to walk through the village and watched as the people bowed to him. No matter where he walked, the tribe members would beg him to accept their offerings. The offerings were anything from simple herbs, to animals, and even children. Some begged for him to tell their future or that of their kin. Arthur usually refused and only took small objects that could be of some use to him. Soon all of this would be nothing more than a memory. He would be free to wander the woods and discover more of its mysteries. With his eyes and sixth sense, there was so much he could experience and see that normal humans could not.

So why was he feeling doubt? His blowout with Francis did not have the affect that he wanted. The fight left him questioning himself and his priorities. The words that Francis had called him; shallow, cruel, bitter, stubborn, and cold. Francis even brought up the issue of Alfred leaving him, which wasn't the whole truth. Alfred left to be a free spirit, but he had always complain about Arthur's feelings. Arthur was sweeter to Alfred than he was to Francis, but he was far from sentimental. He did love Alfred and was crushed when the man left him, hardening his heart so that it would not happen again. Fucking Francis rather than letting the other 'make love' to him was a necessary precaution on his part. Arthur knew that deep down beneath his hard exterior, that if he gave in to the skillful love-making art of Francis, he may start to fall in love again. Maybe it wouldn't be on the same level as he felt for Alfred, but it would help to ease the loneliness. Francis was loud, conceded, vain, self-centered, and pillow-talking rogue. Yet he was strangely attractive. Someone easy to manipulate if one knew what they were doing.

'But we're two different people from totally different worlds.' Those words always helped to keep his mind off of emotions. 'He could never live in my world…and I am unable to live in his.' Arthur stopped a few feet away from the skull circle surrounding the sacrificial table. Soon Francis would be lying across it. Arthur frowned. 'Why am I feeling guilty about this?'

Arthur decided that the best way to find a reason to hate Francis again was to speak to him. Chances are that Francis would still be in the hot bath, soaking up all of the heat and oils. Arthur made his way to the ceremonial hut where there was only one large wooden tub. He entered the hut and sure enough, there was Francis lounging back in the tub with a lazy, stupid smile of content on his face. Arthur growled, wanting nothing more than to splash some hot water in that vainly smug face. Before he could follow through with his action, Francis' blue eyes opened to gaze at him from the tub. The man sloshed across the water to the other side where he could peer down at Arthur. The tub was placed atop a layer of stones with a fire burning beneath them, which was used to heat the water. Francis folded his arms over the tub edge and rests his chin in the center, beads of sweat dotting his angelic face and hairy arms.

"Come to share a bath with me?" Francis swooned.

"Oh, you can speak? Judging by all that hair on your arms, I could have sworn you were a bear." He smirked at Francis' narrowed gaze.

"If I weren't so relaxed right now I would counter such an insult. However, I am relishing in the pleasure of being warm and clean! A swan must always look his best!" He threw his arms out and up, as if he was stretching his wings. "Soon I will be even more beautiful and alluring than I am now! Oh, how I so wish to have a looking glass! I could just fall in love with myself!"

Arthur scoffed. "I would like to know what sort of mirror you are looking in. And correct me if I'm wrong, but I think, no, I KNOW you are already in love with yourself."

"True, but with a mirror, it is like I am meeting another lover! One just as gorgeous as me! A true dream come true for any lover!"

Arthur slid a hand down his face, picturing Francis masturbating to his own reflection in a mirror above a bed. "You're so weird."

"All joking aside, why don't you come in and share with me? The water is still warm and it's clean." He lifted his hand to let the water trickle between his fingers. He gave a 'come hither' look in Arthur's direction. "What harm could it do? It would be a great way to settle that little scuffle we had in the glen. You know, make up for words said."

The idea of a hot bath was appealing, and against his better judgment, Arthur found himself stripping. Stepping up onto the little platform and over the rim, he sighed at the steaming water against his skin. He dunked himself briefly, then let out a moan while lounging his arms around the rim of the tub. But he had little time to protest as Francis came sloshing over once again to be near him. Arthur tried to move away, but Francis took it as a chance to grab the man in his arms. With Arthur secured in his grip, Francis lay his back against the wall of the tub with Arthur against his chest. Arthur hissed in protest when his back hit the other's chest, but he chose not to move. Especially when Francis rests his chin atop the narrow shoulder and rest a hand above his groin.

"Don't you dare." Arthur gave a breathy threat.

"I won't touch you 'there'. Just let me touch your body, Arthur. Please, just give me a chance. You may even like it. What are you so afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid, I just don't like it."

"We'll see about that."

Francis began to let his hand slowly wander along Arthur's belly and chest. The water made movement easier, so his hands glided over Arthur's skin. He rubbed the man fully for as long as his arms and hands could reach. Arthur's face was twisted in what looked like pain, but Francis could tell the stubborn man was trying to hold in the moans. Chancing it, Francis let his hand dip down to tangle his fingers in the dark blonde curls, searching for a sign of arousal. To his delight, Arthur was growing hard from simple touches alone. Arthur did, however, quickly bat Francis' hand away. Francis made another bold move, which entailed turning Arthur around so the man was in his lap. He groaned when their erections touched and Arthur let out a little gasp.

"See? No harm done. Nothing but feel good pleasure." He wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist.

"I still hate you." Arthur's groin was burning with more than just the heat of the water. He felt ashamed by it, but he was never one to deny sexual pleasure when he allowed it. Tonight this man was going to die, so whatever they did now would mean nothing by the morning. It was only proper to let the other man enjoy his last day on earth.

"You know…snakes poison swans." Arthur smirked, licking his lips slowly before nipping Francis' bottom lip.

"Not if the swan eats the snake first." Francis let the tip of his member rub against Arthur's entrance. "Please, let's try again. I want you, Arthur Kirkland. I truly do."

Arthur kept their gaze as he lowered himself onto Francis' erection, moaning as he did. "Only if I am in control."

"But only if I am allowed to cum in you." Francis shifted the a bit, whimpering at the tight moist heat surrounding his cock. "The water will help clean it out."

"…very well."

Arthur kissed him and began the gentle rocking. He moaned deeply as Francis' member slide easily inside of him, hitting every nerve. Gripping the rim of the tub, he proceeded to speed up the thrusts, when they were rudely interrupted. "The feast is ready for you both." Said a tribal member. "Please do not keep the Head Master waiting."

"Let's finish! Please, I want you so bad!" Francis whispered to Arthur, but gave a loud wail as the man's tight heat left him.

"No, they'll think we're mating and then they will do the fertility dance, which is something we want to avoid."

"Fertility dance?" Francis asked and watched as Arthur climbed out of the tub.

"These people tend to think that we, as humans, have a special inner touch with our opposite gender." He started to dress. "In short, it means that humans wish to be the opposite gender. Technically, by 'mating' with you in this territory and land, they would hope I could change into a woman and become fertile."

Francis puckered his lips together. "If you were to turn into a woman…by the stars above…you don't know what wonderful things I would do to your body."

Arthur's shoulders slumped. "Well there's the beginning of a nightmare."

"Stars above! If only I weren't so hungry I would be protesting about my manhood!"

"Just shut up and get dressed. I'll see you outside."

Arthur left the hut and Francis softly cursed. "So close!"

/

The dinner was held only for them, the Head Master, and a few other important individuals. Francis didn't care for he was too preoccupied with the fresh cooked food in front of him. It wasn't like the food in his manor, but it was a hundred times better than Arthur's cooking. There was well-cooked meat, fresh vegetables and berries, cheeses, potatoes, fish, and even some roots. Francis tried the roots but found they tasted too much like dirt for his liking. Instead, he feasted wholly on meat, cheese, and berries. Fresh water was provided, which Francis gulped down by the cupful. Arthur was eating as well, but not nearly as much as Francis.

"A toast to our new guest!" Cried the Head Master. "A foreigner from a strange land visiting our own! We must give him all the curtsies of our tribe!" The people cheered and Francis waved proudly. The Head Master held out his special drinking horn while another poured a milk-like substance into the horn. "Share a drink with me, fellow man!"

"I would be delighted!" Francis took the drinking horn from the Head Master and held it to his lips.

"That stuff is pretty strong." Warned Arthur. "It's like wine." Arthur knew what it was and he felt the lump lodge in his throat.

"I can handle wine, sweetling! Fear not." Francis took a long gulp of the liquid, finding it to be thick and creamy like goats milk, only much sweater. He licked his lips and drank the rest. "Ahhhhh, forgive me, Head Master, but the drink was just too delicious! I couldn't contain myself!"

The hooded man smiled. "Nonsense! You are our guest! Have as much as you like!"

Arthur leaned in to whisper. "Francis, we should go to that hut they gave you."

"Pish-posh!" Francis dismissed him. "I'm still eating and enjoying the polite etiquette of these fine gentlemen."

Francis took another heavy bite into the cooked leg of a stag when he began to feel dizzy. For a moment he tried to brush it off, but it came back stronger by the minute. He dropped the meat to his plate and toppled forward, catching himself with his hands. He felt like he was drunk or he had smoked too much of the 'fun plant' as it was called back home. It was beginning to make him feel sick to his stomach, and soon his vision started to grow dark. His entire body felt like it was floating, yet he knew his body was seated. The table beneath his hands swirled and twisted into itself, as if it were submerged in running water. Looking up, Francis could not believe the sight before him. Everyone at the table had turned into darkened figures, unable to make out full appearances. He knew the one next to him was Arthur, but the name and person did not register after a second. The darkened form had glowing green eyes with snakes peeking out from his back and head. Another darkened figure looked like a feral dog or wolf, with sharp teeth and narrow ears. The others took dark shapes with unrecognizable features. The sky, air, and trees were darkened red yet they shined in his eyes. For a moment, Francis thought he heard someone calling his name, but his body was being lifted once again. He was floating along the ground, looking up at the red canopy of blowing leaves.

Francis knew in the back of his mind something was horribly wrong, but his vision began to fade out before he could hope to find an answer.

End Chapter 8 TBC
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