The Native Boy (Hetalia USUK)

Chapter 11

As soon as Alfred had heard his brother and Francis leave the tent this morning,he rolled to lay over Arthur. Leaning down he pressed soft kisses and bites to his chest and neck in an attempt to wake the man up. Arthur grunted at the feeling at first, mumbling quietly and trying to push at whatever was touching him but after a few moments his eyes fluttered open, dark and hazy. Looping his arms around the boy's neck, he pulled him closer for their lips to meet. Alfred let out a pleased sound in the back of his throat, letting his hands roam over the man's body.

The few weeks they had been here was all that they really needed. They were inseparable most times, joined at the hip. Alfred hated leaving the man's side, either out of fearing of Arthur running away or getting himself into trouble. Both had happened a few times in the beginning but eventually the Englishman gave up. Now Arthur just accepted his fate and began to let the boy in.

Soft noises left the two as they kissed and touched each other, exploring what had yet to be discovered. Alfred calloused hands roamed over the bare expanse of the man's chest, feeling how warm his skin was. The man liked the feeling, his back arching up into the touches, wanting more of them. His own hands were tangled in the boy's hair, tugging him closer as their mouths were connected.

Slowly, Alfred shifted himself so their hips were pressed together, rolling them down slowly. A jolt went through him and he continued, breaking the kiss to listen to Arthur's soft noises. The sun was just starting to rise, the beams peeking through cracks in the tent and splashing softly against the man's face. He was beautiful, at least to Alfred, not that he would admit that to the other. Just every thing about him, the way he talked, the way his eyes would look at him, how he moved with such grace and dignity- Alfred loved it all about the man.

"Arthur," He whispered softly, one hand reached up to tilt the man's jaw up so he could see better. "Arthur- I.. I lo-"

The tent flap flew open, one of the chief's messenger standing there. Arthur yelped and pushed Alfred off him, pulling a fur blanket up over himself. The messenger didn't look at all fazed by what they were doing, ignoring the boy's glare for being interrupted. "There is a man in the village looking for you."

"So tell him I'm not here." The boy hissed, fixing his hair back into place.

"He will not take no as an answer. He says he knows you're here and he won't leave until you come out and talk to him."

"Does this man have a name? Who is it that wants me this early in the morning?"

The messenger shook his head. "He didn't say his name. But he is strange looking, probably a northern tribe. Far north."

That made Alfred pause, his eyes growing wide. He scrambled up, pushing past the man to peek outside his tent. A noise left him and he backed away, pacing back and forth and holding his head. "He can't be here, nobody had survived. Everyone had died." He paused for a moment before turning to look at Arthur with fear. "Go distract him, tell him I'll be out soon." He told the messenger.

The man nodded and left them. Arthur looked confused and shifted to stand next to the boy. "What is happening? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Come with me." Alfred didn't even wait as he grabbed the man's arm and pulled him out of the tent. He moved quick, not wanting anyone to see him as they walked towards the limits of the village.

"Alfred. Hey- Alfred!" The Brit yelled, tugging for freedom. "What in God's name is going on? What the bloody hell are we doing out here."

"Just stay here, okay?" The boy pleaded. "There is something bad happening and I don't want you to get hurt."

Arthur scoffed. "I can handle anything. You treat me like some woman."

"Just stay here. Don't move until I come back." The boy asked again, his lips pursed. The Brit just stared at him for a long moment. He could see how nervous Alfred actually looked, and the last time the boy had been this nervous was when the chief was deciding to kill them or not. Sighing in defeat the man sat down on a stump. "Fine, but you had bloody well tell me why I have to be out here when you come back."

Nodding, the boy turned around and dashed off. His mind was racing. There was no way that Ivan could be here. The fire destroyed everything and everyone to the point of unrecognizable. So how was he here and what did he want. Sneaking around the village, he watched the man as he stood there peacefully, eyes scanning the area for any signs of Alfred. He didn't look any different, except being older now and a pink colored fabric now wrapped around his neck.

The boy was trying to work up courage to go over there, trying to find the right words to say. Alfred didn't even know if he could find anything to say. He wanted answers. What happened that day, what happened to the tribe, what happened to his parents and how was Ivan okay.

His body froze as he heard his brother's voice calling for Ivan. Peeking around again, he say his brother confronting the man, Francis and Arthur in tow.

Not good.

Stepping out of his hiding place, the boy made his way over. When those violet eyes landed on him, a shudder went down his spine. It had been years since he had last seen this man, and It had not been good. There was violence and pain, hurtful words and bruises. It made him wince at the memories but even with that, his feet kept moving forward until he was right in front of the taller man.

"Hello, Anti. It is so nice to see you again. I have missed you so much." That small smile never faltered, like they had been together this entire time.

"Why are you here? How did you even find me?"

"Doesnt matter, I am here now." Ivan gave a shrug. "I have come to take you back with me."

Alfred scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I am not going anywhere with you. I am staying here. I like it here."

"You are married to me and as chief of my tribe, I need you by my side."

There was a small moment of silence, the twins just staring at Ivan in surprise. Arthur and Francis were confused what was happening but whatever it was, it wasn't good.

"The marriage wasn't consumated. It can't be official." Matoskah pointed out, stepping closer to his brother. "You two aren't married anymore."

"That doesn't matter in my tribe. It mattered to your parents-"

"Don't you dare talk to us about our parents." Alfred hissed, pointing a finger.

"Alfred, what is going on? Who is this?" Arthur asked, moving towards the boy.

Ivan just watched the boy, the smile still on his face. His eyes wandered over to the English man. "Alfred? Who is this?"

"It's nobody you need to know about."

"Well as your husband, it does concern me who you are choosing to bed."

Alfred sputtered, his eyes growing wide. He stepped closer to the man, jabbing his chest. "You are not my husband!"

Ivan chuckled, shaking his head. He looked at Arthur again who just glared at him. Alfred moved to stand in front of the Brit protectively, his eyes daring the other to try anything. Ivan could see how much the boy cared for this stranger and it made him a little jealous wanting to have the boy be like that for him. "I'll give you a choice, Anti. You come with me, be by my side and care and love for me like you do this stranger or I will kill him and force you to come back with me."

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Tada new chapter
What will Alfred choose :0
And did you see that almost love confession ;)

Don't have much to say, but I'll try to update soon :'D

Ciao lovelies~