The Native Boy (Hetalia USUK)

Chapter 8

By the time the sun had set, Alfred was a nervous wreck. All day he had spent trying to think of a way to help Arthur and Francis out of this situation but nothing came to mind that would actually work. Now all he could do was sit and wait for the chief to announce his decision. The twins had moved to sit in the large group around the fire. There were quiet mumbles from the people wondering what was going to happen. Alfred tried to ignore them, keeping his gaze forward at the flickering flames. His brother kept glancing at him nervously, wondering what the other was thinking about. The older boy had been unusually quiet since he had come back from seeing the strangers, avoiding answering any questions that the younger pestered him about. Matoskah could only sit in the uncomfortable silence and worry for his brother's sanity.

It didn't take long for the chief to appear, no expression on his face. He looked around at the large group of people, his eyes lingering on Alfred and Matoskah for a moment longer. Raising his hand, the man made a signal. Four guards brought out Arthur and Francis, forcing them on their knees in front of the chief, facing towards the crowd. Alfred felt his heart skip a beat, eyes wide and staring at the two men with concern and fear. The Partisan didn't look worried, a calm appearance on his face while Arthur kept his gaze on the boy. Alfred wanted to move closer, to hold the Brit to his chest and make sure no harm would come from him. 

"My people, these men have come onto our land, threatening to take it away from us. We have tried to remain peaceful and far away from them but the line as been crossed as they entered our village and tried to kill one of our own." He waved his hand to indicate Alfred who kept his head low to ignore all the stares. "We can not tolerate this type of behavior but we also cannot start a war that is stronger that us."

The crowd murmured softly, confused as to what the leader had meant by his words. The boy lifted his head a little, having the same look. Arthur and Francis had puzzled looks on their faces as well, unsure what was being said. The Brit looked to the boy who just shrugged his shoulders lightly as an answer. 

"These strangers took on of us, one of us who is held highly among us all." The chief motioned for Alfred to stand and come closer. Hesitantly, the boy did as he was told, cheeks heating up as he felt all eyes on him. He felt his brother lightly touch his hand for support as he walked away. Moving to the front of the fire, Alfred stood next to the chief, confused as to what was happening. "Look at him, though. He is not harmed. In fact, he is stronger than ever. He knows the stranger's ways and words. That is why I have made the decision to allow the strangers to live and they will be taught our ways." Pulling out a small knife from under his cloak, the chief reached down and cut the rope that bound Arthur and Francis's wrists. 

There was utter silence as the man's words processed into their minds before everyone was talking loudly about the outcome. Alfred ignored it and helped the two men up from the ground, keeping a tight grip on the back of the Brit's shirt. 

"What is happening." The man asked quietly, leaning closer to the boy.

"Chief decide. You stay here. You learn Alfred's ways." A relieved smile crossed his lips, so happy that he didn't have to worry anymore.

Multiple emotions seemed to flash in Arthur's green eyes, unsure how to feel about the situation he was in.

"Antinaco, you and your brother will be in charge of these men." The chief said after he had settled back down the crowd. "They will live in your tent with you. If they do something bad, the fault is on you."

This seemed to cause an uproar. The villagers yelling in anger at their chief over his decision. It was bad, that this was a mistake, that these men should die, they cried over and over.  Alfred had moved closer to the Brit, turning to glare at the others as they screamed in anger. The chief had turned to dismiss the three, wanting to have them out of here before something happened.

Matoskah had walked up behind his brother, a frown on his face. He walked next to his brother as they took the two men away from the fire.  They were all silent as they walked back into the twin's tent. The younger boy moved to lit up a small candle, lighting the tent up faintly.

"Brother, I am not comfortable having them here!" Matoskah hissed harshly, tugging his brother by the arm. The older pouted.

"They aren't dangerous I promise. If I makes you uncomfortable, then go sleep somewhere else."

Anger flashed across the younger boy's face and he hit his brother in the arm hard. "You're telling me to give up my bed to complete strangers! How selfish and greedy can you be? I am your brother, your only family and you're choosing them over me! What is wrong with you, Antinanco?!"

"They are just as important to me as you are! And I suggested that you left so you didn't have to deal with them, I'll take care of them so you don't have to have that pressure on you." The older said softly, rubbing his arm where he had been hit.

Matoskah fell silent, feeling jealousy that his brother had put him and these strangers into the same category, possibly even higher. Taking in a deep breath, he turned to the two men.

"You two will sleep on the floor and will not do anything stupid to cost us our home." The younger hissed softly to them. Both of the men just stared at the boy, glancing at each other for a moment. A smile crossed Francis's lips and tilted his head to the side.

"Thank you, we appreciate your kind words of welcome."  He chuckled, reaching a hand forward to touch Matoskah, only to have the boy flinch away. Alfred chuckled softly and walked up behind his brother, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

"They aren't mean, Matty. You'll come to like them, I promise." 

"Bloody hell, I swear my brain is going to explode from listening to this gibberish you call a language." Arthur sighed and rubbed his fingers to his temple, closing his eyes.

"You learn language now." Alfred chuckled, moving closer to the Brit. "Not bad, easy." Arthur opened his eyes to look up at the boy, glaring at him.

"I don't want to learn it. I don't want to be here." His voice lowered, moving closer slightly. "I can't stay a captive here, Alfred. I won't tolerate this."

"No leave. Chief kill you. Stay. Stay with me. "

Arthur parted his lips like he was about to say something but decided not to. The boy pouted, a hurt look on his face. He felt hurt. Hurt that Arthur didn't want to stay with him, to have a new chance at a new life. The English man just looked depressed at being held held down like some animal in cage. But Alfred wasn't going to let go, not when he finally had the man in his grasp. He would make sure that Arthur was happy here.
Glancing at his brother, who was studying the Partisan intently. He felt hurt,

"Matoskah, let's get ready to sleep. It's late."

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well there you go, he is alive... for now ahah I have some plans though for future chapters *evil laughing*

Also, there may or may not be a certain Russian showing up in the next chapter

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