The Native Boy (Hetalia USUK)

Chapter 6

Alfred didn't move. His brain couldn't process fast enough what was happening in this moment. His heart was hammering in his chest, out of fear or excitement for seeing the man, he couldn't tell. Those green eyes were staring him down, holding him in a trance and he couldn't look away. His breath hitched as he felt something sharp pressed against his neck.

"Well, Alfred?" The voice was soft, dripping with a threat that was coming. Alarms were going off in the boy's head, telling him that he should fight. Alfred could easily push the other male off, being bigger and strong than him, but something held him back.

"How?" The boy asked quietly, his blue eyes never leaving the man's.

"How did I find you?" Arthur chuckled. "That doesn't concern you."

"But-"

The blade pressed harder, forcing Alfred to be quiet. His eyes widened to his brother who was still asleep across the tent. Matoskah couldn't have any part of this. The younger boy was always dragged along with his brother into stupid ideas and horrible decisions but not this one. This decision would end up either seriously hurting or killing Matoskah and Alfred refused to allow that to happen.

Arthur seemed to notice the boy's eyes and where they were looking. The grin only seemed grow bigger. Alfred snapped his eyes back to the man, body tensing.

"Arthur." He hissed, hands coming up to grip tightly to the other's shirt. "Don't."

"Is this what you were trying to protect? What makes him so special, my dear Alfred? What makes him more special than me?"

Alfred turned his head away, refusing to speak.

"You know I will find out."

Blue eyes darted back as he felt the man suddenly moving off his chest. His hands clung to the soft fabric of Arthur's shirt, shaking his head at him. It annoyed the English man feeling himself stuck in the position, but he would have his way, no matter what.

Quietly, he made a whistling sound. The tent flap opened and Francis stepped in. Those blue eyes that always looked at Alfred with kindness and compassion were hardened and refused to make eye contact completely. The boy watched in horror as the Partisan moved to his brother. Francis pulled the blankets and furs off the younger boy, watching as Matoskah slowly woke up. Purple eyes looked around confused before they landed on the French man beside him. The older twin was about to yell in anger when a hand clamped down on his mouth and the blade of the knife danced slowly around his chest.

"Be quiet and I won't hurt him."

"Antinaco, what's happening?" Francis had grabbed the younger boy around the neck, holding him to his chest to prevent any movement. Alfred could see all the fear and confusion in his brother's eyes,making the other boy feel guilty.

"Don't worry, Matty, I have everything under control."

"How is this under control? You have a knife to your neck!" The younger boy yelled, making the French men tighten his grip.

"I promise, just trust me." Alfred turned back to the man on top of him, a frown crossing his lips. "Arthur, leave him alone. Brother is scared."

The Brit hummed, tilting his head to the side. If the situation hadn't been so serious, Alfred would have loved to see the man like this on top of him, feeling him shift ever so slightly on him. But this wasn't one of his dreams. This was one of those nightmares.

"What you want?"

"You know what I want, Alfred. It's the same bloody thing I wanted since I took you." One hand reached up to into his coat jacket, pulling out the map.  "I want you to read the map to me and read it right. You think I'm stupid, that I hadn't noticed you were giving me false information."