Different Hearts, Same Love | By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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***Warnings: Language, mild violence
***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.
Chapter 7
Francis' first instinct was to shield himself, and the only thing he could use was Arthur. The 'spiritual warriors', as Arthur had called them, outweighed the two in strength and size. Francis was certain these men could snap them both in half with just their eye muscles. Having had no real military training above very basic self-defense, Francis proclaimed them both 'doomed'. Swiftly, he gripped Arthur by the waist and held him up to shield himself from harm. He heard Arthur yell and was met with a harsh slap, rendering him loopy. Francis dropped Arthur to his feet and the furious man ripped the arrow from Francis' hand.
"I'll take care of this myself!" Arthur quickly shot the arrow at one of the warriors yet they were able to dodge it, continuing to pursue. He fired a few more arrows but none were able to hit a target. These men were skilled hunters and fighters, none of them strangers to the effects of an arrow. "Damn it…" Arthur hissed under his breath as they were surrounded. "You are totally USELESS, Francis!"
Francis was eyeing the men in full body paint and abstract designs. "In case you haven't noticed, these aren't your run-of-the-mill street fighters. They're like…monsters!"
"FIGHT WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT!" Arthur lunged as the men tried to grab him, struggling and kicking as they grabbed hold of him. He snarled, bit, scratched, and punched.
Very calmly, Francis stood up and held his hands up in surrender to the men in front of him. Francis could see the men glance at each other in confusion through the bone masks. Francis took this moment to suddenly dart to the left and ran. "I'LL FIND THE UNICORN!" He hollered back towards Arthur.
"FRANCIS I'LL KILL YOU, YOU LOUSY COWARD!"
Francis called out for the unicorn, but the cry cut short by something catching around his legs. With a yelp he collided with the ground, sliding a bit on the wet dirt as he did. He looked back to see that his ankles were wrapped in some rope, which held two balls on the end. As much as he struggled to pull out of the binds, the tighter they became. He could hear the warriors shouting in their language as they rushed over to him, lifting Francis from the dirt. One man unraveled the device from his ankles while the other two lifted him by the arms. Francis turned blue in the face as he was carried back towards the others, whom now had Arthur fully tied up. Arthur was still struggling as he was thrown over one of their shoulders.
"Some help you are, Francis!" Arthur sneered at him.
"I thought I could find help. What exactly did you want me to do with the giant trio? Attack them? I see where fighting them got you!" Francis narrowed his eyes momentarily at Arthur before looking to the men carrying him. "I'm really just a poor man trying to find his way home. That's all!"
"They don't speak our language!"
"So where are they taking us?" He gasped. "They're not going to take out our brains, are they?" He turned green at the thought. "I think I'm going to be sick."
"I don't know what they are going to do to us. We're going back to their camp, no doubt."
"That unicorn was no help!" Francis whined, and then gasped. "What if they want to EAT us? Or drain us of our blood! Or because I'm so beautiful and gorgeous, they'll turn me into stone so they can look upon my face for all eternity! No one ever eats the pretty ones and we're always held captive! Beauty is such a curse!"
Arthur glared daggers at him as they left the plains and reentered the forest. "How in the name of all the spirits can one hold so much vanity? It's beyond vain! I hope they skin you alive and leave your bones for the wolves to eat!" Francis had already fainted and Arthur just cursed his luck. He knew they were going to be safe, but Francis' vain ramblings angered him to silence. Let the man know what true fear is! However, it would not be easy for them to escape, and even if they did, he would have 'Futile Francis' with him. "Completely useless!"
The warriors only wanted him for the sights and visions he could see. He wouldn't know exactly what they wanted until it was spoken to him. Since Francis was with him, Arthur had to play dumb with not knowing the language. He could always make up what they were saying, but pretending not to understand would be easier. He would also have to hope that Francis wouldn't ask more questions about Arthur's nature. Once Arthur escaped with Francis they could continue on their way, which wouldn't be much longer of a journey. His clan and this one tended to stay away from one another, but both want Arthur's power. He would have to start thinking of a way for them to escape.
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Francis felt his eyelids flutter as he regained conscience. For a moment he wondered if it had all been a dream and he was safely tucked away in his lush bed. However, against his back was nothing soft, but rather cold and hard. When he tried to move his body felt constricted, holding him in place. Opening his eyes fully, Francis felt a wave of pure sorrow wash over him as he was still surrounded by the woods. It was no dream, this was really happening. Upon trying to move from his sitting position he found that his arms were bound behind his back and a rope also tied around his waist. Craning his neck to look behind he saw a large post or a trunk of a tree. Why was he tied to a tree? Then everything came flooding back to him and he yelped.
"They're going to roast me!"
"Shut up you dingbat." Francis turned his head to see a glimpse of Arthur on the other side of the tree. "They aren't going to roast us."
Francis pulled on his binds. "Then what are they doing? Where are we?" He looked around the area, seeing that they were up on some sort of hill yet the trees still surrounded them. The sun was soon going to set. "Why are we here? Do you know?"
"Stars above, your voice is nerve-wracking!" Arthur sneered for there was no possible explanation he could make up as to why they were both tied to a post. Suddenly, Arthur had thought of an excuse while searching through Francis' strengths and weaknesses. To say such things would go against everything he believed, but he needed Francis' full attention if they were ever going to escape. "They want us to…to m-m-ma-maaate!" He threw up a little in his mouth as the words were forced out.
"Mate? What for? First off, we're tied to a tree and my dick doesn't stretch that far. Two- "
"Shut your hole! Let me finish! They want us to mate in hopes that my powers can be transmitted sexually."
Francis raised a thin brow. "Somehow that seems…peculiar."
"Ugh, they're barbarians, Francis! They think this way, or has your nobleman mind forgotten that? We need to get out of here before the full moon is high. The strength of the moon and…my urge to 'mate' will be strong." He couldn't believe these words were coming out of his mouth. "I'm expected to break this binds and let you have me…" Arthur smirked evilly "then, after we are done, they will remove your cock or balls and toss them into the fires. That leaves you a gelding, Francis."
Francis felt the color drain from his face.
"These are the same men who cut out the brains and heart. I saw more of the bodies when you were out cold."
"W-We have to get out of here!" He began struggled fiercely in his bonds.
"That won't work, idiot!" Arthur looked around. "I need to find an animal…something that can help us out of here."
Francis rolled his eyes. "The unicorn was no help!"
"No…but there may be an animal nearby that can aid us…shut up for a few moments and let me work my stuff."
"Just do it quickly." Francis squeezed his legs tightly together, imagining what he would look like as a eunuch. Life wasn't worth living if he didn't have his manhood, and Arthur was not someone worth losing it for. Silently, he closed his eyes and prayed to anything that would listen. All he wanted was to return to civilization and enjoy life once again.
"Francis…don't…move."
"Oh no…what is it? What?" Francis trembled but sat still, cautiously looking down at the 'thing' that was rubbing against his leg. "A rabbit?" The brown animal was sniffing him curiously.
"There are many." Arthur said. "Just don't move. They can help."
"Seriously?" Francis rolled his eyes. "Did you speak to them?" He looked from side to side, seeing the group of rabbits gather around the base of the post. There had to be at least five or six. "Arthur, what are they doing?"
"The rope is too high for them to bite, so they will dig the post out." Arthur smiled when the rabbits began doing just that.
"Then what do we do?" Francis asked, watching the rabbits' feet kicking up the dirt.
"Let's wait until they are-" Arthur was interrupted by the howling of a wolf, and the rabbits heard it too. With heads and ears raised high at attention, the rabbits took off in a run. "WAIT!"
Francis gave a sarcastic smirk. "Great. Now we'll be mauled by wolves. Good plan, Arthur."
"Shut your trap!" He started to wiggle. "Come on; let's get this post out of the dirt!"
"And do what?!"
"Get away from here! Come on, get on your feet and push up! We need to lift the post UP." Francis planted his feet on the ground and started to push up. "We have to do it together you moron!"
"Alright then! On three!"
Together, they spoke "1, 2, 3!"
With feet planted firmly on the ground, the two men pushed up with their feet to make the post move. At first, the post was proving difficult to lift up despite the hole around it. Arthur urged Francis to push harder. They grit their teeth and cursed one another before feeling the post give way. Slowly, the post was lifted from the ground until the bottom point was completely out. Now the two could stand up, yet the post was still between them. Arthur had hoped the post would slide out but it was too tall for them. Arthur would have to think of a way to get the post to slip out between them so movement would be easier.
"We need to get this post out from between us." He squirmed a bit. "But I'm not sure- "
"Walk over to the edge of the hill. Maybe we can wiggle it out."
Arthur frowned at Francis' idea. "That has a chance of working. Okay then, let's walk." When they started to walk, both went forward but stopped. "Follow my lead, jackass!"
"Why do I have to walk backwards?" Francis huffed. "You follow me! The hill is fairly circular!"
"No, we're going my way!" Arthur started forwards but Francis fought him, pulling the other way.
"No! We're going MY way!"
"No, my way!"
"MINE!"
"MINE!"
Both men began a pulling contest with the post still secured between them. With teeth grit tight and feet kicking up dirt, the men's foolish bantering caught the sight of a warrior nearby. As they yelled and pulled, neither one noticed the sun going down and the sky growing dark.
"MY. WAY. IS. ALWAYS. RIGHT!" Arthur hissed, his feet slipping the dirt.
"Hardly! It was my genius idea that sparked our escape! It should be my way!" He pulled with a grunt, sliding Arthur back a bit. The argument was ridiculous, but Francis was not going to give in.
"When I need advice on how to style my hair I will ask you! Until then, it's MY WAY!" Arthur growled deeply and suddenly lurched forward, lifting both the post and Francis up with him. Francis yelped and kicked his feet in the air, now looking up at the darkening sky. "Now it's my way! You have no choice!"
"PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW! YOUR NOBLEMAN COMMANDS YOU!" Francis felt Arthur begin to walk to the right. "CEASE!"
"Shut your trap!" The weight of Francis and the post were heavy on his back, but Arthur would not settle for losing this battle. He was taking baby steps, but this ensured his victory over the blabber-mouth Francis. Once they reached the edge, Arthur forced a smirk over his gritting teeth. "Ha! Victory is-" His speech was cut short by the sound of a horn blast echoing in the woods. "Uh oh."
"What was that?" Francis asked, followed by a gulp.
"We have to move fast! The warriors are coming!" He lowered Francis back to the ground. "Turn sideways with me!" They carefully balance over the edge, but the point was hitting the dirt. "Damn it, we're still not high enough."
"Quickly! Let's walk around the edge and find the steepest part!" Francis was allowed to lead this time, and the horn was blown for a second time. "This spot is good! Now what? It's not falling fast enough!" He started to panic.
"Wiggle!" Arthur commanded. "Wiggle back and forth! The weight will pull it down. WIGGLE DAMN YOU!"
"I AM WIGGLING!" Francis could feel the post shifting downwards between their movements, but there was another type of movement he saw from the woods. The warriors were starting to gather. "WIGGLE FASTER! WE'VE GOT COMPANY!"
Arthur moved quickly, feeling the wood start to burn painfully through his tunic. He took a moment to glance up and saw that the post was nearly passed. "Almost there! Keep wiggling!"
When the post finally slipped loose, the ropes fell from their wrists and waists. Before any victory cry could be voiced, Francis had lost his footing and slipped over the edge, stumbling over the rope. He yelled for help as his body began to roll down the hill, but he wouldn't be alone. The rope caught around Arthur's ankle and pulled the other man with him. Arthur yelped as he tumbled down the hill, gaining faster speed and passing Francis. Once they landed at the bottom and cursed the other, they started untangling themselves from the ropes. The warriors were coming around quickly and readying their bows.
"GET OFF, ROPE!" Francis cursed at the rough rope still looped around his ankle. "Arthur, I need-" He cried out at Arthur's retreating back. "HOW COULD YOU LEAVE ME HERE!" Francis screamed when an arrow nearly missed his lap. His hands worked quickly and he was free of the rope. "IT'S MY TURN TO KILL YOU, COWARD!" He leapt up and ran after Arthur, following the man into the woods.
Arthur glanced over his shoulder to see if Francis was still following him. Francis was a few paces behind him, but he was close enough for Arthur to continue running. Leaping over sticks and roots, Arthur gliding skillfully through the woods. Behind him, he could hear Francis tripping over bramble and other various plant parts. The nobleman was crying out for him to slow down but he couldn't. The shouts of the warriors were still close behind and one of their arrows hit a tree he had just past. They were gaining on them with Francis being the first that would get captured. Yet Arthur still needed him. Before he could turn back, a sheering pain went through his head when something hit his skull from behind. Arthur saw black momentarily as he stumbled to the ground, disoriented and in pain. He felt the back of his head, noticing a large bump and feeling some blood. They had thrown something at him, most likely a rock, and it hit its target.
"ARTHUR!" Francis saw the rock knock the other down and he stopped next to him. "Arthur, are you alright?" He shook him.
"Hurts…" Arthur lifted himself onto his arms but couldn't move further.
Francis knelt beside him and looked up when the warriors had caught up with them. Immediately, he moved his body to crouch in front of Arthur, shielding him from the men. He knew they were trapped without a way of escape or a weapon to defend themselves. Arthur was moaning in pain behind him, which meant that Francis had to be the one to protect. Glancing around, Francis caught sight of a large branch that he could use as a club. If he stayed very still, then chances are only one or two of the warriors would approach him. They needed both him and Arthur alive, so he would not have to worry about being killed. He would have to act fast and strike hard. If he missed, then there would be no chance of protecting himself or Arthur.
One of the warriors stepped forward cautiously, appearing to wait to see if Francis made a move. When Francis remained still, the warrior began to walk towards him. Francis' heart was beating rapidly and beads of sweat tickled at his temples. If there was any time to prove to Arthur that he was useful in these woods, now was the time. The warriors must see him as no real threat and he would take advantage of that. Once the man drew nearer, Francis swiftly grabbed the branch with two hands and swung it at the warrior's leg. He struck with accuracy but did not stop there. Francis swung the branch again and hit the man in the head, knocking him to the ground. The other warriors shouted something and drew their bows, slowly moving closer to Francis. Now he felt his breath catch in his throat for there was no way to attack each one. What had he been thinking? Still, he held the branch firmly in his grip and readied it to swing by anyone who neared them. His hands were shaking, his mind drawing a blank and his hearing fading.
Something must have heard his prayers long ago, for a moment later the warriors had started to scatter. From up ahead came the white running form of the unicorn coming towards them. Francis' eyes widened at the sight of the white horse, yet knew without a doubt that it was the unicorn. The beast stopped beside them and motioned to its back with its head. Francis looked at Arthur, who nodded and told him to mount. Francis knew how to ride, so he quickly lifted Arthur up onto the unicorn before leaping up to sit behind. The second Francis had mounted the unicorn it took off in a run. He gripped the white mane with both hands, securing Arthur's form between his arms. The warriors horns could be hear echoing through the treetops, but the unicorn was putting a great distance between them. Francis had never ridden a horse that went as fast as the unicorn. It was almost impossible to hold on properly and his thighs were starting to ache from having to squeeze so tightly. Bareback was always more difficult than a saddle. But to his surprise, Arthur leaned back to rest against his chest as they rode. Francis smiled softly at the gentle movement but said nothing to anger the other.
After a short while of riding, the unicorn started to come to a slow trotting stop near a glen. With a neighing snort, it lowered its head and motioned for them to dismount. Francis did so first, then carefully helped Arthur down from the unicorn. Arthur groaned loudly but fell into Francis' arms, still weak from the blow. Francis twitched a bit at Arthur's weight so he lowered them both to the ground, sitting the other in his lap. "Thank you, for helping us." Francis said to the unicorn. "I don't know if you can understand me…but thank you all the same."
The unicorn bent its head towards Arthur's and with a soft shining glow healed the wound.
Arthur's eyes fluttered open as the pain from the rock began to slowly fade. "Francis?"
"I'm right here. Don't worry we're safe now. The unicorn brought us here."
"I know." Arthur looked to the unicorn and it spoke only to him.
'Do you still wish to sacrifice this man? He tried to help you.'
"Yes. Yes I do." Arthur said firmly and Francis was confused. The unicorn turned away from them and began to walk away.
"Hey! Unicorn, wait! Why are you leaving?" Francis called after the majestic beast, but it never turned back, only disappeared into the woods around them. Francis sighed and looked at Arthur. "Did it speak to you?"
"It did," Arthur responded swiftly. "It's no business of yours."
"Of course it isn't." Francis moved the other from his lap. "Now what do we do?"
"Like you said, we are safe here. This area is out of their spiritual bounds, so it is a sin for them to travel this way. However, the warriors have all our stuff." Francis gasped.
"How are we going to sleep? How are we going to eat? It's cold in these woods! We have no blankets!"
Arthur stood up, rubbing his head. "Then we just sleep up against a tree or find a nice moss bed."
"Moss…bed?" Francis smacked a hand to his face. "Now it's moss."
"YOU can sleep on the grass, then." Arthur folded his arms. "I'm going to gather some wood to start a fire."
"I will help."
Silently, the two men started to gather wood for their fire. They did not speak of their escape or of the warriors. Francis had many questions, but he was angry with Arthur for not having thanked him for his heroic deed. Arthur was just as cold and cruel to him as he ever was, and Francis was beginning to get fed up with it. What Francis had done back there had been unlike anything he ever experienced. He was surprised that his nerves were not shot or that he panicked and ran. Instead, he chose to stand and fight to protect his fallen companion. Something had come over him back there at the fight to make him stand up to the warriors about to harm them. He used brutal force rather than sweet words or charming looks. That 'club' was actually in his hand and he did bodily harm to another human being. The attack was proof that he could properly defend himself if the time came. Perhaps it was his experience in the woods that have helped to unearth that mystery, or it was just something hidden deep within that he never had use for. Even if Arthur was unimpressed with his heroic act, Francis was extremely proud of himself. And his fight would make a great story to tell others once he returned to civilization.
Once the wood had been collected and the fire set, the two men sat across from one another. Arthur had to point out the sad truth that they would not be eating tonight, which made Francis depressed. Already his stomach was growling. He tried to ignore it by focusing on the warmth of the fire to heat his chilling body. The night air was cold, and neither one had blankets to keep them warm. Francis curled into himself, trying to keep his body tightly constricted so his body could remain warm. Arthur's sudden surprising words forced him to uncurl.
"Thank you for protecting me."
Francis looked over at him, but Arthur would not meet his gaze. "I had to do something…they would have taken you away and probably killed me."
"They would have killed you," Arthur answered. "It was…kind of you to try and protect me. If it weren't for the unicorn you'd be dead, but you didn't have to do anything to protect us either. Yet you did. It was a valid and noble attempt I thought was absent from your spirit."
Francis just smiled and looked into the fire. "I didn't think I had it in me to do so either. It just…sort of happened on the spot. I'm quite surprised myself. Maybe the woods are starting to bring out a new person in me."
Arthur turned to face him then, a small smile hinting at his lips. "The woods do have that sort of magic."
"I think they just might. Aside from the crazy people who live in them, the woods really do have a certain…beauty to it. And I mean that."
"Finally, you've made a connection." Arthur smirked. "Maybe you're not so useless after all. I guess there is hope for you yet."
Francis pouted. "You are so cruel to the one who shielded you with his own body! I was like a wolf back there! Using my fierce power and strength to protect you!"
Arthur laughed. "Wolf? I'm sorry, but Francis, a 'wolf' is not how anyone would describe you." He continued to snicker. "It's not your spiritual animal."
Francis huffed. "Then what IS my spiritual animal?"
"A domestic house cat." Arthur grinned. "They like to lie around all day and do nothing. They like to bask in the sun and expect food to be fed to them. They care only for themselves, and keep their bodies well groomed. If they get angry enough they can attack, but only with a simple scratch."
"I am not a house cat!" Francis twitched in annoyance. "And that's not even a wild animal! I want to be a wild animal! What kind of WILD animal am I?"
Arthur stretched his legs, warming his boots by the fire. He stared at Francis for a moment, considering the question, and then carefully analyzing an answer. Francis waited patiently. "Hm. A swan."
Francis frowned deeply. "A swan?"
"Yes. It has many meanings, but with you it stands for self-image, beauty, grace, longevity, balance, and empathy."
Francis tried to act annoyed by the answer, but he couldn't help his chest swelling with pride. "Well, I am beauty and charming and graceful and so many other things! I am a swan! A beautiful and majestic swan that all wish to obtain for themselves! Alas, I cannot be caged for I am a free spirit that must share his beauty and grace to others throughout the world!"
Arthur rolled his eyes. "Oh brother. You could be lying on a stone table with your insides being pulled out, but one compliment like that and you'd go off in your self-important ramblings. Vain ranting while being gutted; that's Francis Bonnefoy."
"Jealous, are we?" He flipped his hair.
"Guilty as charged," Arthur responded with sarcasm.
"Someday you will come to realize what a wonderful person I am."
Arthur looked into the flames. "I don't think anyone is wonderful. I don't like people."
Francis' smile faded, and his tone became serious. "You don't like people, or you don't like to get close to people?"
"Both. I liked and became close with Alfred, but that ended poorly."
"Alfred? Was that his name?"
Green eyes did not move from the fire. "Yes. But the stag and the snake were not meant to be."
Francis raised a brow. "Please, don't speak in you earthy forest talk. It is hard for me to understand."
"Alfred was strong, loving, gentle, swift, innocence, but full of pride and independence, like a stag. Which is why I do SO enjoy killing deer."
Francis gave a lopsided smile. "Okay…that's a little creepy. So…why are you a snake? Is it because you talk to them? But you talk to many animals. You're odd that way."
Green eyes glowed from the flames as they focused on Francis. "What does a snake mean to you?"
"Sex and betrayal." Francis found himself answering quickly.
Arthur smirked darkly. "Maybe by your people's sense, but not mine." He could see the look of fear beginning to build in Francis' features. Arthur started to crawl over to him. "A snake holds spiritual wisdom and power, a master of immortality and rebirth." He was now facing Francis. "Each skin shed holds many mysteries."
Francis leaned back at bit, surprised by Arthur's suddenly new personality. The man was on all fours beside him, face close enough to kiss. Arthur seemed to keep inching his face forward to Francis. Just like at the pond, Francis felt the hypnotic need wash over him once again, but this time Arthur appeared to want his attention. How or why Arthur was acting this way was a mystery, but Francis could not let the opportunity pass by. The look in Arthur's green eyes suggested something more, and Francis read it as lust. Gripping Arthur by his arms, Francis shoved him down to the ground, looming above him. "I'd rather have the sex part."
Arthur scoffed. "Figures." He turned his face away. "That's all you really care about."
Francis was not expecting such a line to come from the Arthur at this moment. What had changed? "Arthur? Why would you say something like that? Rethink your words," Francis said, his tone serious. "You speak as if sex means more than feeling good between us. You are thinking in terms of a relationship. This is not a relationship."
Arthur did not make a move, remaining on the ground and gazed up into blue eyes. "I know it is not a relationship…I wouldn't want another one. However…I thought there may be something more about me that you are interested in. Now I know it's just sex."
Francis lowered his face so their noses were inches apart. "I have tried to be sweet, romantic, and kind to you, Arthur. Instead of accepting my curtsies, you chose to belittle me, and spit on my compliments. To me, that shows someone who wants only sex and nothing emotional that comes with it." Arthur just stared at him. "Arthur, you are a very intelligent, strong, wise, and independent male. I recognize that."
"But you just want sex from me."
"As I have stated earlier at our meeting, I do not accept relationships, the same as you. I believe in free love and sex as a way to comfort and enjoy another's company. If you wish for me to love you, Arthur, then you are going about it the wrong way."
Arthur spat at him. "I don't want your love."
Francis wiped it from his cheek. "Then perhaps, you are looking for some company and I have been the only person around for quite some time." He lowered his voice to a whisper. "I know how to make love as a lover would. Would you like me to remind you how it feels?" Arthur said nothing, only continued to stare at him. "If you have the courage to try it, then kiss me. If not, then turn your head."
He stared down into Arthur's green eyes and waited for his answer. To his excitement and shock, Arthur's lips met his.
End Chapter 7 TBC
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