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

Chapter List
- 8
- 9
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***Warnings: War talk, foul language, slight yaoi, humor, fluff

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Chapter 9

Everyone could relax now that they were safely tucked away in Antonio’s castle. His castle sat high on a rise overlooking the royal city and the ocean. The castle was ancient yet it had been built on to over the centuries for the stone type and color different from the front. The climate was similar to Sadik’s yet the architecture and styles were different. The fleets of warship were ported and docked as they were worked on. With the promise of war from Ivan, Antonio had doubled his workforce to speed production on the ships. It would be some time before they marched into Madylia with an army of men and a fleet of ships. Right now there was only war preparation and relaxation, which some were thoroughly enjoying.

Out on one of the balconies lay Alfred, Feliciano, Feliks, and Yao on reed woven lounge chairs, enjoying the sun. The ocean breeze gave just the right amount of cooling sensation for their baking skin. They only had simple cloths covering their nether regions, except for Feliciano who had no shame. Currently all four were resting their eyes but Gabe was up and active. His crisscross child harness was firmly strapped to Alfred’s wrist so he couldn’t wander away. The only place the toddler was interested in was the low-rise food table, hosting a bottle of wine and a plate of stuffed bread. There was only one left and Gabe had to pat his chubby hand along the table to locate it. With stubby fingers he grabbed it and quickly toddled to retreat under Alfred’s lounge chair. Feliciano reached over for the last piece of stuffed bread and whined when he found the plate empty.

“Who took the last one?” He asked sadly. “I didn’t even have one yet!” They all answered ‘no’ to Feliciano’s question. “So who took it? A bird?” He looked up and all around.

“Probably whatever is making that munching sound under Alfred’s chair?” Yao pointed out and they followed Gabe’s strap under the chair.

“That little weasel!” Alfred laughed and tugged him out. “Boo!” Gabe just looked up at him with crumb covered mouth and hands.

“But…but that was mine…” Feliciano pouted.

“We’ll order more.” Feliks answered.

“For right now we are resting in this paradise! And to think we thought Sadik’s place was nice! This place is much sweeter.” Alfred said and wiped at Gabe’s mouth and hands with his privacy cloth.

“I thought we weren’t mentioning him while NOT in the war room?” Yao stated and moved his cloth to cover his face.

“Slip of the tongue. Sorry.”

“Are you really going to fight alongside Ivan?” Feliciano asked him, still unsure of why Alfred chose that decision.

“Yes. I put a lot of effort into creating alliances with the other kingdoms without any fear of threats or war. This time around, I do feel threatened and sitting around trying to compromise won’t work. Sadik needs to be met with force and we will conquer him. Of course, there will be no pillaging, raping, or murdering of innocents. Besides, it’s actually exciting knowing I’m going to lead an army!”

“Then like, what’s the point of ‘conquering?” Feliks scoffed. “You’re supposed to break down and destroy everything to conquer.”

“You can conquer with just defeating armies and killing the leader.”

“But are you prepared to kill?” Yao asked and lifted the cloth from his face to peek at him.

“I’ve killed before. Not as much as Ivan but I have faith in myself.”

“Alfred, did you ever think about Gabe? Both of his parents marching off to battle where anything can happen?” Feliciano pointed out and Alfred froze, staring at the man.

He hadn’t thought of that. It was already written that if anything happened to the both of them that Gabe would be put in the care of his uncle Matthew or Arthur. Gabe had more than enough people here who weren’t riding into battle that would care for him should their deaths occur. But his kingdom and realm needed him as much as Gabe did. The boy would be king of all they obtained one day and if his parents didn’t pave the way for him he could face trouble. It was a chance he was willing to take and he knew you couldn’t go through life overly cautious or nothing would be accomplished.

“I’m willing to take that chance. You can’t live your life in constant fear and expect the worse all the time. I’m confidante in my abilities to achieve victory.” He grinned.

“I hope you’re right.” Yao said with a soft sigh.

“Don’t touch me!” Arthur hissed and batted Francis’ hand away as he attempted to touch his shoulder.

“Arthur, dove, you’re being ridiculous!”

“Don’t call me ‘dove’! I hate it when you call me that!”

“I’ve been calling you that for three years! You’re complaining about it NOW?”

“I silently kept hoping you’d change the name!” Arthur was red with fury as he stood on the opposite side of the bed facing Francis.

“It wasn’t a big deal! You’re making too big a thing out of this!”

“Fuck you, Francis! I was standing in that doorway for a good minute and I know that little ‘charming’ smile along with a wink! SHE DIDN’T NEED TO BE HELPING YOU BATHE! YOU’RE A GROWN MAN!” Francis threw his head back and rolled his eyes.

“She was simply a servant coming in to bring me fresh towels and a different bar of soap! Sage makes my skin dry out and I needed lavender!” Arthur sneered at him.

“So why was your hand traveling up her arm, huh? Checking to see if SHE uses lavender!” He said with a snobbish tone and walked to the other side of the room, gathering his things.

“Where are you going?” Francis asked, his voice harsh with anger of his own.

“To get away from you, perverted old buzzard!” Francis knocked the hair brush Arthur was packing out his hand.

“Hey, blow it out your end, all right? You’re not exactly the most endearing person to come back to! I can’t do ANYTHING romantic anymore with you! You just get annoyed and brush me off like I’m a dog! Even during meetings you’re always contradicting me or trying to one-up me! It’s getting a little old, Arthur!” Arthur glared daggers at him. “And I don’t want to hear any of your bullshit nonsense about ‘oh, my life was so hard’!” He mocked the last part. “Get over it! You’ve accomplished a lot from what you came from, be damned grateful! There’s no way to change the past, you bitter old goat!”

“An old goat now, am I? I should have had Toris write that divorce paper on the rocks like I had said! Now I know why you’ve had such wandering eyes and hands lately! I’m not enough for you? Fine! Hang me now for staying on top of my work and not laying around drinking in the sun!”

“You wouldn’t divorce me.” Arthur gave him an angry, yet amused look.

“You want to bet? I didn’t raise two boys and keep myself alive by ‘rolling over’ to everyone! I’m staying a different room!”

“Arthur, come on, you’re being stubborn!”

“Go choke on your lavender soap!” He replied and slammed the door behind him.

“Damn it…!” Francis hissed through his teeth and ran his hand painfully through his hair.

Arthur stormed down the hall with his makeshift sack of his personal belongings. Francis had really gone too far this time. Arthur knew what he saw and Francis wasn’t like that ALL the time after they married, only recently. Apparently, Francis would rather get his kicks elsewhere than try to work things out with him. He couldn’t take it anymore. Everything about Francis was annoying him all the way to the little beauty mark on his right hip. He wanted to just grab the hairy bastard and slam his perfectly vain face into the wall. But right now he needed a place to stay until things blew over with Francis, if they even would. Antonio was locked up with Lovino in their chamber since they got here so he couldn’t ask for another room. He would have to shack up with someone but whom? All the other couples would kick him out because no one likes a third wheel. The one possible couple would be Matthew and Gilbert but Arthur couldn’t stand the obnoxious red-eyed man for any length of time. Yao and Kiku had their own little ‘explorer club’ so that left either Heracles or Vash. The two men were most likely rooming together and Arthur preferred their presence anyway. Until he could speak with Antonio they would have no choice but to let him stay.

Meanwhile, in the war room, Ivan was all alone at his request. On the large table was a world map with little carved wooden pieces representing armies. Ivan had them all set up to his liking with his piece placed on top of a candleholder. He wanted his piece to be at the top of the world, which it was anyway. Ivan made cute humming noises as he slid his piece in various directions, knocking over other standing armies. With each hit he gave a ‘boom’ sound with his voice, giggling happily as he slammed his piece violently on top of the other. Even Gabe didn’t play this hard with his toys.

“I am King Ivan and I shall conquer all! BOOOM!” He knocked over another army piece. “You will become one with me!” He jumped his piece over the sea to smash into another. “Kurplunk!” He grinned devilishly as his piece fell on the kingdom of Madylia. He moved his piece to hop around the figurine block of Sadik’s army. “One, two Ivan’s coming for you!” He said in a singsong voice and tapped the piece lightly. “First, I’m going to destroy your armies. Second, I’m going to hunt you down and capture you. Three, well, that’s the best part! To torture you until my heart is content. There are just so many options but I will decide once I have you. I do plan to drag your bloodied, mutilated body through your city streets for all to see. Then I will have you brought to the highest point overlooking your kingdom and leave you there to slow die. I will personally cut open your belly and watch your innards plop to the ground like a slaughtered pig. And that, I believe, will be quite fitting for you.” He chuckled and knocked the piece across the room, clinking as it hit the floor.

There was still one teeny tiny issue that Ivan wasn’t fully content with and that was Antonio’s alleged claim to Madylia. Antonio had said that he would want control of the kingdom as it used to be part of his centuries ago. Why it hasn’t somehow been taken over yet by Antonio’s bloodline he didn’t know but he was set on gaining control of both. If Antonio accepted him as the realm’s main sovereign then there shouldn’t be any problems. However, Antonio may say ‘yes’ to an alliance but he would choose to act by choice. If he accepted Ivan as his sovereign then he would have no choice but to lend his armies and ships, even if he didn’t agree with the conflict at hand. The man wasn’t as flighty or air-headed as he came off to be. Ivan had vast amounts of main power but nothing like Antonio’s firepower of his massive fleet. Before he would decide on what to do with Antonio he would first have to see how the war goes and how the man conducts it. Having Antonio as an ally would prove much better in the long run but he couldn’t see himself being second best to anyone. He frowned at Antonio’s golden piece and flicked it off the table.

“Hmph. Why can’t everyone just bow down to me because I say so?” He gave a childish pout. “I wish those tomato heads would come out of their room already. I want to begin conquering!”

Later that evening, Antonio and Lovino finally emerged from their room in time for supper. Ivan and company were given their own private long table to dine below the dais. Antonio’s kingdom seemed to have a surplus of food for some of them were having to look around the piles of fruit and meat to see the other. Arthur and Francis were at opposite ends of the table, refusing to look or speak to one another. None of the others pushed the issue and rather have the couple work it out themselves. However, the tension at the table couldn’t be ignored. It wasn’t until some time after dinner that they broke apart to mingle and drink. Alfred, Matthew, Arthur, and Lovino were standing together with their wine in the center of the hall. The music began a joyous tune that some of the nobility started to dance. Despite being angry with his husband, Arthur still scanned the crowd looking for Francis. When he found him he couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Are you serious?”

“What?” Alfred asked.

“Look over there.” Arthur sneered. “Who do you see poorly dancing on top of the dessert table?”

The three men looked at their dancing drunken husbands. Francis, Gilbert, and Antonio were looped together in a drunken dance that was more of a shoulder-to-shoulder swaying. Gilbert was in the middle, of course, with a wine pitcher in one hand that was slung over Francis’ shoulder. As clean and tidy as Francis was he didn’t appear to care that Gilbert’s lack of balance was spilling the wine all over his tunic. Antonio had his own bottle of wine in his own hand and looked to be leading the other two in some sort of synchronized dancing.

“Oh my…” Matthew covered his mouth politely and shook his head at his husband. “You would think he’d learn after the last incident.”

“He’s drinking with friends now!” Alfred said with a laugh, fully amused by the shit show before him.

“I can’t believe it! How can he stand up there and have a good time while I’m down here SEETHING?” Arthur angrily squeezed his pewter wine goblet. “I swear the man has NO REMORSE! NONE!”

“I think you’re overreacting a bit, Artie.” Alfred slapped a hand to his back. “Maybe you two just need to regain your spark.”

“It’s not my place to say but Antonio and I were thinking of taking you all the waterfall tomorrow. It’s a really nice place and that may help things along a bit? I can’t tell you how many times Antonio courted me there with songs and poems.” Lovino rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Be thankful he’s not up there singing.” Alfred and Matthew fully agreed to the idea of a fieldtrip but Arthur was hesitant.

“I’d have to think about it.” He said with a frown.

“I hate Gilbert after he drinks…” Matthew said softly. “He snores uncontrollably and twitches a lot.”

“Antonio does the same.” Lovino sympathized with him.

“If you ask me, Gilbert is our worse drunk.” Alfred said with a laugh and sipped more wine. “He’s the best to be around, entertainment wise. Keep an eye on him, Mattie! He’s likely to wonder in the woods outside the palace!” Arthur scoffed.

“He’d probably find a hole in a tree and have sex with it.”

“There’d be some poor squirrel, just lying there taking it.” Alfred added to it with a loud laugh, amused at his own humor. Lovino lurched forward to cover his mouth and nose before wine sprouted from both. He had to contain his laughter but both Arthur and Matthew were not entirely amused.

“Alfie…please don’t keep making fun of Gilbert in that manner. He’s still my husband.” Matthew said in a soft whisper and Alfred wrapped his arm around the small shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Mattie!” He kissed his brother’s cheek. “I was only having a bit of fun. We’ve been through a lot of shit lately and it’s nice to blow off some steam.”

“I hope he falls and breaks his neck.” Arthur said flatly and crossed his arms as he glared at Francis.

“Hey, don’t wish for things like that!” Alfred flicked his ear and Arthur batted his hand away.

“Ah, man down.” Lovino rolled his eyes as the three drunks slipped and fell from the table. “Lets go help them up.” All of them except for Arthur went to help the three fallen men.

The following morning Antonio had called for their first war meeting before they left for the waterfall. Ivan was eager to get there, almost skipping to the war room with a slightly hungover Alfred and a sleepy Gabe following behind. Matthew had to practically drag Gilbert from the bed and Francis was left on his own. As usual, Ludwig was the first to arrive with Feliciano who was still half asleep on the table. The others all filed in little by little, the early morning wakeup call showing on many faces. Toris was prepared with his writing box full of papers and Vash was setting up everything he needed for financial calculations. Antonio had a bowl of various fruits brought for them so they could snack on something before breakfast. He was the first to start the meeting by tapping his croupier stick on the table.

“Good morning, everyone. You’re all looking lively.” He smiled and was met with some nods or grumbles. “Let me first ask this: Who is going to the battlefield and who is staying behind to defend the castle? I’ll have to be commanding the ships.” Ivan responded first.

“It will be myself, Alfred, Ludwig and Gilbert. I’m certain the others don’t wish to go?” Ivan looked down the table at his men and Yao raised his hand.

“I do a lot of sailing so I would like to be on your crew.”

“Done.” Antonio answered. “Anyone coming to help the wounded? Once we set up camps we’ll need helpers. I have nurses and doctors but you can never have enough healers.”

“I wouldn’t mind staying at camp and helping.” Matthew offered softly.

“Ve~ I can do that too! Just like last time, right Wiggy?” He hugged Ludwig’s arm who just frowned.

“Yes. Of course. If that’s the case then Kiku should go as well. He’s well verse in herbs and medicines.” Kiku appeared to be slightly worried but he simply nodded quietly knowing Ludwig made a valid point. In Ludwig’s view, he wanted someone at the camp who could closely watch Feliciano and keep him out of trouble.

“So we can assume the rest of you are staying here?” Antonio asked.

“I will be going to the camp as well.” Toris spoke up. “Both Feliks and I. He can help the others and I need to be there to submit and write up documents. I will need to keep records as well.”

“Anyone else?” Antonio asked but everyone seemed to be content with where they were placed. “Good. Any opening statements?”

“Yes,” Ivan started “Tell us what you plan to do with your troops first.” Antonio slid his croupier stick along the map and slid the ship piece over to Madylia.

“I plan to have my fleet completely surround the most active parts of the kingdom. With my firepower we will destroy his ships and ports. The castle wall should be in firing range so once we take that down the troops could move in. I will have canons brought as well because I want his palace to crumble and break.”

“Couldn’t you use his palace as a second standing?” Alfred asked. “Do you have to destroy it?”

“Of course I do!” Antonio responded seriously. “The kingdom of Madylia is part of MY realm! I want no traces of his family’s culture and rule there. That is why there is a land bridge connecting the kingdoms.”

“Then where do we stand?” Ludwig asked.

“You have connections in Ozcliff, correct?” he slid another piece over to said country. “They are the closest to my kingdom and would be able to have troops here within a week. I would want them to remain on my shores to help defend the kingdom and royal city. Ozcliff has had their fair share of Madylia nonsense so if they decide to invade then you four will lead their troops. Those of you who are staying at the castle I’m counting on you to control and maintain the troops there.”

“Arthur could do that.” Ivan said. “We’ll put him in charge.”

“Wow. Thanks Ivan.” Arthur replied and Francis looked a bit annoyed.

“Then we won’t be involving our own troops?” Vash asked.

“I doubt they’d get here in time.” Toris said. “It took us nearly a month to get here on just one ship. A whole army would take even longer. With Ozcliff forces and Antonio’s we may be able to win, right?” He looked to Antonio for an answer.

“I have a fairly large army. Sadik has no alliances that I am aware of. However, to be on the safe side, I would suggest we send word to a neighboring kingdom of mine. Sandsdale.” He pushed another piece to the country. “We don’t have much connection with you northerners so we’re kind of in our own circle here.” Antonio smiled.

“Wait, so what use are we if you have enough forces to stand against Sadik’s army?” Francis asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, Sandsdale is the only kingdom I have a mutual alliance with. Supplies I will need, which your connection with Ozcliff will help. Troops and supplies is what I really need from your side of the map. Remember, we can’t be certain of how long this war will last. As I said before I am not certain of Sadik’s alliances. He may have forces with these other kingdoms near Sandsdale. I haven’t been able to gain friendship with them so I’m not certain if they accepted Sadik instead.”

“Expect the unexpected.” Arthur stated and Antonio nodded.

“Precisely. So I may not have much need for you NOW but depending on where the tides shift with this…I may need more troops or supplies later on. But I’m sure you two want to just wreak havoc on Sadik’s forces.” He looked to Ivan and Alfred who were in full agreement. “And I’m assuming you two would like to lead together?”

“Yeah, this will be my first time in battle so I would rather be with Ivan.” Alfred and Ivan shared a smile.

“Luddy and I used to be generals before knights so we’ll lead separately if necessary.” Gilbert offered.

“Of course, there is the matter of AFTER the war is over and we succeed in defeated Sadik.” Ivan gave Antonio a pleasant smile. “Mind you, we have been trying to ‘make peace’ with Madylia for expansion and agricultural reasons. What will you use HIS part of the kingdom for once you have obtained it?”

“I’m glad you asked that because I know where you are going with this.”

“I told them you are more reasonable than Sadik.” Lovino warned him and his lover just smiled happily.

“Yes, yes, I understand. The first thing I wish to do is begin a factory where I can mass produce my firepower and weapons more efficiently. The rest would be for farming and cultivating. I would love to expand my vineyards. Now as I understand it, from Toris’ proposals to Sadik, you wanted to share in the land and what it can produce. But Sadik said ‘no’ or he wanted a high percentage.”

“Yes, it was out of the question what he was asking. But with the way this war is going all of our finances will be in great shape! Which reminds me, Toris, your loan payment is late.” Vash said and Toris just sighed, turning slightly blue in the face. He would be paying off the loan for his and Feliks’ wedding from the grave.

“Well, I see no trouble in sharing the land. There is more than enough for both of us. And if you wish to have access to my firepower then payment for its mass production will help greatly. What I’m known for exporting in great numbers is wine, sugar, and spices. I would like to expand those exports with other resources.”

“That’s a great idea!” Alfred grinned. “We can bring you over stuff that goes in our part and see if it does well here! Double the production! YES!”

“I can agree to that. Is everyone else in agreement?” Ivan asked and everyone responded with a ‘yes’ or a nod. “Perfect. Then Toris can start with writing a treaty for our agreement here today and send a letter of war to Ozcliff right away so they can start preparing.”

“Yes sir.” Toris said with determination and began writing up the document while the meeting continued.

In the end, they agreed that Antonio’s fleet would strike first, followed by a ground battle with whatever troops Sadik’s sends. A declaration of war was to be written and meant to be sent the moment it was finished. Ivan and Antonio agreed to give him the chance for full surrender or engage in war. Many of their own battle gear was still back home so they would have to borrow from Antonio. Alfred would need to get fitted for armor since it would be his first time in battle. Ivan asked for a warhorse to be prepared for himself and Alfred, which Antonio agreed to. It would still take some time for the war to go into effect so they had private training lessons set up for all of them on a daily basis.

With their first war meeting a success, the group traveled to the dining hall to have their breakfast before heading out to the waterfall. Only the couples went, except for Toris who had to continue writing up the papers. Feliks offered to stay at the castle with him and visit the waterfall another day. Arthur and Francis both went but didn’t consider themselves a couple at this time. During the carriage rides there the two had to be placed separately.

They all got to admire the country, which was very much like Madylia, but with more open land. The waterfall was set in the middle of the forest. There was a wide road that cut through the center of the forest to lead to the waterfall. Everyone was in awe the moment the waterfall came into view, surrounded by lush greenery and flowers. It was clearly a frequently visited place for there were stone benches placed in various spots. With word of the king visiting the waterfall the area was shut off to others.

The couples each went their separate ways to enjoy the paradise. Ivan and Alfred, along with Francis, chose to swing from the vines and land in the water. There was a high rock pile near a tree and the vines hanging were used for just such an activity. Antonio had taken Lovino out on one of the little canoes while he serenaded. Ludwig and Feliciano had their feet dangling in the water, the smaller man pointing out the various fish or frogs he happened to see. Arthur sat on one of the stone benches, toeing his boots in the dirt. He tried to block out Francis’ joyous cries of childish glee. Gilbert was swimming to the waterfall with Matthew’s limbs wrapped tightly around his back. Matthew was a little suspicious of going through the waterfall but Gilbert promised him that it would be safe.

“I promise you there are some rocks behind it! Don’t you want to be able to sit BEHIND a waterfall?” Gilbert asked him, swimming closer towards the misting water.

“But…what if there is something bad behind it?”

“There won’t be! Well…there will be ME!” He made some growling noises and Matthew giggled, holding on tighter. “Ready? Here we go!” Gilbert swam them around the foaming bottom to the side and proceeded to slide through. Matthew closed his eyes tightly and squeezed Gilbert’s neck as they went through the raging water. The sound intensified in his ears but when he opened his eyes he realized that Gilbert had been right. There was a formation of rocks behind it and it was wide enough to fit all of them comfortably. “See? I told ya!”

“Oh wow Gilbie! This is beautiful!” The two climbed up into the spot and watched the waterfall before them. “I can’t even see through it! It’s so refreshing!”

“Yup! And you know what would make this even MORE refreshing?” He purred and nuzzled behind Matthew’s ear.

“No Gilbie…not here.”

“Why not? How many people can say they’ve made love behind a waterfall?”

“Well…that would be an interesting story to tell our gambling friends…but we shouldn’t. Not with the others so close.”

“Come on, don’t be such a stick in the mud!” Gilbert moved to kiss his neck and Matthew closed his eyes, moaning softly. “See? The atmosphere really helps to-“

“And then we can- OH!” Matthew and Gilbert turned their heads to see Feliciano and Ludwig enter their spot. “Ah, we’re sorry! Carry on!”

“Hell no. They can move.” Ludwig demanded softly.

“Screw off, blondie. We got here first!”

“And we’re taking it. Scram!”

The two brothers got into a bit of an argument that didn’t end well. When Ludwig was horny everyone had to get out of his way. Matthew easily slid out from the waterfall and treaded water while waiting for Gilbert to join him. He thought his husband would come out the same way as him but instead he was tossed through the waterfall. Gilbert landed head first into the water but angrily submerged, spurting water and muttering curses. Matthew was never a fast swimmer so he couldn’t stop Gilbert from going back behind the waterfall. A few seconds later, Gilbert was tossed through the waterfall for a second time.

“Gilbert…give it up. When they’re done then we can go.” Matthew reasoned with him.

“Pfft! I’m not going to be screwing you in the same spot as my kid brother and his curly-que lover!”

“Come on, lets go rest on the banks.” Matthew lightly tugged Gilbert by his arm and the man followed but not without shaking his fist at the waterfall.

“Hey Arthur! Come join us!” Alfred waved from the water over to Arthur who just shook his head. He wouldn’t be going in the water if the pervert were with them. Francis looked at him but thrust his nose in the air and turned away. That only infuriated Arthur more and he could feel his face growing hot with rage. “Come cool down!”

“I’m fine right here! I never cared for lavender water!”

“Lavender water?” Alfred repeated and looked at Ivan who just shrugged his shoulders.

Francis said nothing as he climbed onto the bank to dry off in the sun. When Arthur saw him leave he decided to join Alfred and Ivan in the water. It was a hot day and a nice dip cool water would be heavenly. He stripped himself on his clothes before he carefully lowered himself into the water. Alfred laughed and splashed water at his face before dunking him under water. Arthur flailed and splashed his arms around until Alfred let him come up for air. Arthur cursed at him and went after the laughing man but was easily held back by Ivan’s large palm.

Francis just watched the game before him and shook his head. Now if he had done that with Arthur his husband would get angry with him. Francis knew he was in the wrong here but he wouldn’t admit it to Arthur. If the man could speak rationally with him then Francis would have apologized. The girl was sweet to him and very pretty so naturally he turned on his charms. If he walks in the door Arthur finds a way to roar at him. The playing began to annoy him so he took a little walk around the bank. He had to plug his ears when Antonio went by for his singing was a bit off key for his liking. Along his walk he recognized the tall purple flower that was lavender. He paused to look at it and his lips curled up in a devilish smile. Whistling a tune, he happily picked a few in a bundle and took the LONG way around the water pool. When he reached Arthur’s pile of neatly folded clothing, he placed the lavender bunch on top and hurried back to his own clothes to dress. He couldn’t wait to see Arthur’s face when he saw the flowers. It was a petty thing to do but with marriage came these little games of taunting in certain situations. It just couldn’t be helped.

By sunset the couples had exited the water to dry off and watch the sky. They were all at separate spots around the pool. Alfred had decided that he and Ivan would come here every day before they went off to war. Antonio began playing his lute to fill the night air with sweet music. It sounded as if he attempted to sing but Lovino must have done something to stop him. The melody was enchanting and everyone cuddled up a little closer to one another. Once the war came there would be very little time for peaceful moments like these. They remained there until the sky started to turn a light purple and they needed to get back before it grew too dark. While everyone was dressing, Arthur’s angry shouts shattered the perfect ending to a perfect day.

“FUCKING LAVENDER!”

After that, every day was same for the party as they prepared for battle. Their training sessions lasted most of the day and they could only relax at night. Each person was trying to get as much free leisure time as they could in between training and meetings. Sadik had declined the offer for his surrender and sent his own document back, declaring war. That was all Ivan and Antonio needed to hear before the gathering of the troops from their allied kingdoms. It was a lot of work to prepare for war but everyone was anxious to get it started and over with.

The day had finally come when they set off for war with Sadik. Alfred was alone in his room, gazing at himself in the mirror at his new armor. It was a simple chest plate with shoulder and mid-arm covers. The shin armor had been strapped around his boots for he wanted more agility in his legs. He had been trained while wearing it so he could get used the weight. But today it felt much heavier than usual and he was growing hot. He knew it had to be both nervousness and excitement for his first time riding into battle. He had seen battles before but never up close. He wasn’t too sure what to expect but knew he was safe riding beside Ivan. He hoped to see Sadik leading the army so Alfred could laugh triumphantly at him. If the chance to attack him approached then Alfred would raise his sword and charge into him. Certainly Ivan would want to be the one to fight Sadik but Alfred wouldn’t pass up the opportunity. His men and kingdom were depending on him and he wouldn’t let them down. A knock at the door broke his thoughts and he heard Arthur’s voice.

“Come in, Arthur. You don’t have to knock.” Arthur came into the room and closed the door behind him. He paused when he caught sight of Alfred in full battle armor with his sword already attached to his belt.

“I know it’s no good asking you not to go?” Arthur stated flatly and Alfred just gave a huffed chuckle.

“I certainly can’t back out now. Besides, this is my duty to my family, friends, and kingdom.”

“You know, it’s strange. I remember walking in on you like this the day of your royal wedding. I remember thinking how beautiful and so grown up you looked…and I have to say that I rather see you like that…then this.”

“Don’t worry, mama Arthur!” Alfred teased. “I’ll be riding alongside Ivan and he will help keep me safe. I know, in the back of your mind, that you wish you were going with us as well. Maybe not to fight but you would want to be near both Matthew and me. I’m surprise you didn’t decline Ivan’s offer to stay here.”

“Well…I couldn’t leave the others here to fend for themselves. There is much work needing to be done here as there is on the battlefield. I would be lying if I said I wanted you to remain here with me and your son.”

“Arthur, you know I have to do this and you know my reasons.” Alfred picked up his chainmail hood and slipped it over his head. He straightened it out over his shoulders before placing the crowned helmet on his head. “I’m not too fond of this bit of metal hanging between my eyes. Makes it harder to see.”

“That’s so your nose doesn’t get smashed.” Just the thought of that happening to Alfred made him shiver. “Geez…I guess I am like a mother, huh?” Arthur smiled softly. “It’s just that I worked so damn hard to keep you alive and now you’re riding off into danger where I cannot protect or help you. This isn’t you and Matthew playing war with sticks…this is for real.” Alfred walked over to him and brought him into a tight embrace.

“I understand your fear, Arthur, and I promise you that I will come back alive. I have a powerful army at my back, I have a strong warlord husband who has never been defeated, and I’m fully armed. It would be very hard to take me down.” Arthur held him back, wanting nothing more than to just beat the man in frustration. “I don’t want you to be worried and lonely while I am away…so I suggest you patch things up with Francis.” Alfred pulled away to pinch Arthur’s cheeks. “That way I know you are happy and safe! Don’t make me have to worry about you…because you are caring for my son. I need you fully alert, content, and happy.”

“I’ll be fine, Alfred. Focus on yourself right now, not on my relationship with Francis. Gabe will come first anyway.” They heard the war horns being blown outside and they both turned to the open window.

“Well…that’s my signal.”

“Damn it all!” Arthur pulled him into another hug. “I will come and see you off.”

“I would want you too. I already told Gabe that I would see him soon. This is not ‘goodbye’ remember. That’s bad luck. It’s ‘I’ll see you soon’!”

“Right…it’s ‘I’ll see you soon’.” Arthur smiled softly and accompanied Alfred outside.

Ivan was already set on his horse with a sword at his side and an axe on his back. He was eager to see what Alfred looked like in full armor. The fact that both he and his rose would be killing people excited him to no end. It had been so long since he had felt the thrill of battle and heard the sounds of weapons clashing. Now he would get to share all that with his beloved Alfred and he couldn’t be happier. Finally, Alfred emerged from the castle and Ivan felt his heart swell along with his cock. He would have to take Alfred like that in their tent after they set up camp. There was no way Alfred was getting away without getting fucked in that getup. Alfred kept his eyes locked on Ivan’s and he gave him that sweet smile that was all for him.

“Good morning, my rose. You look ready to kill.” He grinned at Alfred as the man climbed up onto his horse.

“And you always look ready to kill.” Alfred said with a wink before turning back to their friends who were watching them from the front steps.

Arthur was trying to smile but he looked forlorn regardless. Heracles was holding Gabe and pointed to his parents, which the toddler bounced and waved happily. Francis came out with Vash but he did not go over to Arthur. Antonio was up front on his horse, giving a long, heartfelt ‘farewell’ to Lovino who just looked annoyed. Alfred was certain the man was feeling the same fear and dread that the others were feeling but just wouldn’t show it. Once Antonio was finished he signaled for the others to prepare to ride. They would ride through the city streets where the citizens will be waiting to cheer them to victory. From there they would split up, Antonio going on the ships with Yao and the others heading to the land bridge. They waved to all their friends before passing through the castle gate. Alfred continued to look back at the others until they were out of sight.

Arthur gave a little wave to Alfred and Matthew’s retreating forms before rushing over to Gabe, taking him from Heracles arms. The boy still smelled like Alfred and had Matthew’s hair color, which was the closet he could get to them right now. Gabe gurgled and hugged Arthur’s head while giving him a wet kiss on the cheek. The kiss brought back a memory of both Alfred and Matthew when they were little. The two boys would run out of the horse barn to welcome him home. He would crouch to their level and hold his arms open to receive many kisses. It was going to take him a long while to become more relaxed with their absence but he had to hold the castle together. He felt a familiar set of arms wrap around his waist and the scent of lavender fill his nose. From the corner of his eye he could see Francis’ stubbly chin resting on his shoulder and holding him tight.

“They’ll be alright. Just keep saying to yourself, ‘they’re going to be fine’.” Arthur’s shoulders slumped and he used his free hand to rest it on one of Francis’. He didn’t realize how much he needed Francis at this moment so he leaned back into him.

“Yes…thank you.”

Alfred waved happily at the crowd of townsfolk who cheered them wildly as they passed. Antonio, being the king, was leading their small parade with Ivan and Alfred a few steps behind. Flower petals were being tossed from rooftops and windows down every street they marched until they left the city grounds. That was when the group had to split up. Antonio and Yao headed to the ships with two generals and the rest went with Ivan and Alfred. Their army was waiting for them and after a short speech from Ivan the men were marching loudly behind. The closer they got to the land bridge the more anxious Alfred grew. Ivan rode proudly with his back straight and a smile on his face. Alfred mimicked his position as they crossed through the gate and re-entered on Madylian soil. There had been a guide waiting for them on the other side to lead the army to their campground, which wouldn’t be too far from the battle site.

It took the rest of the day and most of the following to set up all the tents for the soldiers. Their royal tent was twice the size of the others with enough room to hold a table, a bed, and a few other necessary things. This would be where they planned and plotted their attacks. Ludwig and Gilbert’s tents were on either side of Ivan’s and they could share with husbands. Kiku had his own small tent next to Ludwig’s, unwilling to take residence with the two men. Feliciano pestered him to stay in their tent but their way of ‘exposing’ themselves was a bit too lax for his tastes.

Sex never came to Ivan as he had originally planned when they first arrived. It wasn’t that he couldn’t perform or Alfred dismissed him but more along the lines of exhaustion. Just taking control of everyone and everything was enough to wear him down. Even Alfred, who was overly anxious and excited about the upcoming battle, was driving him bonkers. The man was extremely active on a regular basis without the anxiety adding to it. All of his energy would be drained just watching his rose jump and pace all around the tent. He was eager to see what Alfred would be like after his first battle. Either he would come back as a frightened rabbit or as a proud, sexy panther. Ivan remembered how Alfred had helped himself during the escape from the barbarians so he should come back as a horny, sexy panther. Only time would tell.

The following day their army marched onto the battlefield. Feliciano and Matthew tearfully bid their husbands farewell and wished them luck in the fight. The army was set up into three portions, Ivan and Alfred having the largest and the brothers taking the rest. The spot chosen for battle was a large open field with very little grass and much dirt. Alfred’s eyes widened when he saw Sadik’s army far opposite of them. Sadik had almost as many soldiers as they did but from where they stood it was hard to tell. Alfred couldn’t be sure if there were more or less. For his own sake he hoped less.

“Nervous, love?” Ivan looked over at him and smiled.

“A little…but I’m excited as well! I hope I see Sadik in this battle! I’ll slice him in half with my sword!”

“Haha! That’s the spirit, Alfred! However, you leave that cocksucker to me. My axe and his face have a date!” Alfred just looked at him with a crooked smile.

“That’s a little harsh…but I like it!”

“Good. Keep up that attitude and you’ll have your sword slicing through more bellies than you can count! If you ever feel overwhelmed or scared just stay close to me, if you can.”

“Pfft. I don’t get scared! Not anymore!”

“Then would you like to come with me to discuss fighting terms?” Ivan asked and placed the crowned helmet on his head.

“Ah…I think I’ll stay here. Right now I think a bit of observing and mapping out the grounds will be more useful to me.”

“Very well then. LUDWIG!”

He waved his head knight over and the two rode their horses to the middle of the field to meet the leaders of the opposing side. Alfred just watched them and swallowed hard. This was going to be the greatest challenge of his life but he was prepared to meet it head on. He slowly lifted his hand to rest it on the hilt of his sword, ready for whatever was to come his way.

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