Se sting luminile palide-n oraş Zori de praf se-aştern încet, încet Şi-n final, răsare şi soarele Aruncând umbre peste oraşul dement. Însa tu nu-l vezi.
De mâine, juri, ai să faci ceva Ai să te ridici, ai să fugi undeva Ai să spui tot ce te-apasă, ai să fugi Sub un soare viu, sub un cer senin Ai să-ţi aminteşti să trăieşti Ai să ştii să simţi, să iubeşti. Încet, încet, încetişor
Dar nu azi. Azi e altă zi de beţie De revoltă închisă-n suflet, De-o frântură dintr-o nebunie. O altă zi luminată de soarele Desenat neîndemânatic pe perete Te speli iar in noroiul din televizor Te-nchizi între vise care, totuşi, dor.
Şi nu eşti doar tu, e-un întreg popor! Plictisit, sătul, dezamăgit, nefericit Care soarbe otrăvuri sub un nor Cianuri de la Roşia Montană ţi-s hrana! Cu aripi de ceară, va crede că zboară. Popor ce caută ieşiri prin uşi Pictate, aiurea, pe ziduri grele
Închide-ţi ochiul orb, priveşte-n jur E ce vrei să fii, să ajungi? E ce vrei să crezi, să visezi? Nu te minţi şi acum
La madera rechinaba, las ramas del árbol en el jardín rasgaban la ventana cada vez que el viento emitía su agudo chillido. El cuarto olía tan extraño, un olor muy difícil de describir o de soportar, como una fuerte droga que se impregna en tus pulmones y vacía tus recuerdos, olor a cabello y aceite chamuscados, por decir algo.
La luz, se ha ido, lentamente el único bombillo fue desvaneciendo su luz, despidiéndose sínicamente para abrir paso al manto de oscuridad que borboteaba de entre el suelo.
“Nada, nada va a ocurrir” me dije mientras mi acercaba al halo de luz que entraba por la ventana. Creía estar a salvo ahí, con mis ojos clavados a la oscuridad, que ahora había tomado la habitación. -Cuanto tiempo sin vernos, Tom- una voz áspera se escuchó. -¿Dónde estás?- pregunté. Puse una mano contra el cristal de la ventana y otra sobre mi corazón que taladraba con fuerza mi pecho. -Aquí- -¿Dónde?- -En todas partes- una figura espesa he incoherente se asomó de entre la oscuridad. -No puedo verte- -Claro que puedes, solo que no quieres- la figura levantó los hombros y pareció sonreír. Algo tiró del cuello de mi camisa, mis pies trastabillaron, cuando abrí los ojos, me encontré en el medio de la habitación y el halo de luz había desaparecido. Lo veía danzando a mí alrededor, emitiendo gruñidos como canticos de grandeza. Eso estaba aquí por mí. -¿Tienes miedo, Tom?- preguntó en voz alta, haciéndome saltar - No- se burló entre dientes. -¿Escuchas eso?- dijo con tono calmo, refiriéndose al sonido de las ramas sobre la ventana- es el sonido de tus miedos, quieren salir de donde les ocultaste- -¿Tu que sabes? No me conoces- -Oh! Querido Tom, claro que lo hago…- Me encogí de hombros al sentir su mano contra mi hombro, me sujetó con fuerza clavando sus uñas en mi carne. –Yo conozco tus miedos- Intente separarme, pero no me lo permitió era demasiado fuerte o yo demasiado débil. -¿Tienes miedo, Tom?- -No- -Te lo preguntare una vez más- dijo con impaciencia- ¿Tienes miedo?- -Si- respondí con lentitud. Él sonrió con sutileza y se apartó de mi lado -¿De qué?- -No lo se- -¡Claro que lo sabes Tom!- Eso, estaba comenzando a perder la paciencia -¡No lo sé!- -Piensa por un momento, aunque eso se te sea difícil- una vez más se burló entre dientes, pero extrañamente no me molestaba -No estoy seguro- -¿De mí?- -Si- pude sentir su respiración detrás de mí oreja -¿Por qué, Tom? Quiero que lo digas- -Porque…tú vienes aquí a cumplir mi mayor miedo- Se detuvo frente a mí y me miró con sus grandes y penetrantes ojos negros. Un sonido de quebradura creó eco en la habitación, la piel de su desnuda espalda se deformó al instante, cortándose justo por en medio, donde sus huesos comenzaron a asomarse y de su columna emergieron extensiones robustas y blanquecinas que pronto se cubrieron completamente con un plumaje negruzco y brillante. Mostró aquellas extensiones con orgullo, exponiéndose entre la oscuridad, era tan hermoso y atemorizante a la vez. Las extensiones se estiraron hasta mis lados. -Es hora de que pertenezcas a este plumaje, Tom- una sonrisa de dibujó en sus labios y enseguida todo se tornó negro.
Ma scufund incet in siguratate si nu mai pot sa ies, Ma trage tot mai mult la fund si simt ca nu reusesc, Ma intreb cateodata cine sunt, ce rol am in viata Insa nu imi dau seama, privirea-mi este in ceata Daca reusesc sa scap voi deveni un soldat, Inaintez fara remuscari, voi deveni izolat
Vocile din capul meu ma vor indruma sa trec peste tot, Voi fi setat tot timpul pe "auto pilot" Ma voi schimba total, nu voi mai fi acelasi, Nu voi mai fi baiatul bun pe care il cunosti, Voi deveni baiatul rau de care se tem toti!
Corpul va deveni gol, lipsit de suflet, Sentimentele vor disparea ca un fulger. Ca o marioneta umbland prin lume, Probabil voi face mai mult rau decat bine.
Cum e sa stii ca cineva ar da orice sa fie acela pe care tu il iubesti? Cum e sa stii ca cineva ar face orice ca sa te stranga in brate? Cum e sa stii ca cineva ar fi acolo de cate ori ai avea nevoie? Cum e sa stii ca cineva vrea sa fie destul de bun pentru tine? Cum e sa stii ca cineva ar face orice pentru ati fura un sarut? Cum e sa stii ca cineva sta noaptea si se gandeste la tine,si in gand iti ureaza noapte buna? Cum e sa stii ca cineva incearca sa fie aproape,si se ingrijoreaza de fiecare data cand tu esti suparata? Cum e sa stii ca cineva ar face orice pentru a ti rapi un zambet? Cum e sa stii ca cineva cand vede un cuplu pe strada mintea ii fuge la gandul ca tu ai fi langa el? Cum e sa stii ca cineva ii pasa atat de tine?si ca ar fi acolo indiferent ce s ar intampla? Ca indiferent cat de greu ar fi,ar incerca orice sa faca lucrurile cum trebuie doar sa te stie pe tine bine? Ca ar misca si muntii din loc..doar daca l ai tine de mana? Daca ar stii ca exista ceva ce merita a lupta? Cineva in stare sa si riste viata pentru a ta? Te intreb acum pe tine...cum e?...
A Dip in the Channel Part 1- An England X Reader X France insert
What's the space separating two long time rivals and allies? Why it's the English Channel, or as the French call it, La Manche, a sea boarder that keeps England and France from ripping each other's throats out.
You, dear reader, are figuratively put in this otherwise compromised neutral space, however not without years of fighting over anyway. This puts France and England in a position to make a very rare compromise with each other, allows them to exchange their love for you; something they might not get to do unless they share you.
Time period is Now ish, with mentions of the Olympic opening ceremony and of younger days. ===========================================================
If there was any particular person who had not felt good about them selves for a long while, then it was certainly Arthur Kirkland, the representative of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
Adjusting his patriotic Union Jack cuff links, quite a nice touch to his brown suit and burgundy tie, he inspected himself in the full-length mirror situated in his bedroom. In doing so, the blond, bushy-eye browed nation couldn't resist a prideful and victorious smirk that was similar to the one he flashed at the Spaniard after defeating his rather pathetic Armanda.
Tonight was the opening night of the 2012 Olympic games held in London, an event that set the tone for the host country's preparation in handling such an important event. After years of planning, work, and money, the nation of Great Britain was finally ready to kick off hosting the Olympic games with a splendid opening night, even the former Beetles member Paul McCartney would do a performance and the queen herself, good old Bess the 2nd , would do her first acting role with an famous British icon. Indeed, today it was good to be him.
It had been Frances' idea to revive these Greek games back in the summer of 1896 in Athens. While one might reminisce pleasantly about being present on such a historic day, the memory only brought a scowl to the Brit's face as he had been made to become bothered by the Frog's indecent advances on his person; all in an attempt to annoy and publically humiliate him due to their bad blood.
Bad associations with the Olympics aside, it was mid-morning of the eve that the Opening ceremony would start tonight. It also meant that it was almost time for afternoon tea. This time, England had a special guest for this private event who was always one of the few reasons the Englishmen's mood would lift, and it was all because of you dear _______ , the nation of (country).
You see, he wanted to squeeze some personal time with you before attending the opening ceremony with all the other nations later that evening.
Being the closet romanticist that England happens to be, he figured this was his chance to finally confess his long felt desires for you. In his mind's eye, everything would go along swimmingly. You, being the teary-eyed maiden, overwhelmed by this confession and would return your feelings for him; exchanging a kiss with him and then insisting that you both share each other's passions before attending the ceremony.
Both of you would then sit together in the VIP stadium reserved for nations, holding hands and whispering sweet nothings throughout the whole event as you both admired your countries' team openings. The firework display would provide a perfect excuse to cuddle close and perhaps exchange a kiss or two.
What was your connection to England? Well, concerning your political past with each other, you and he go way back as being allies since at least the 18th century. He had defended your small country from the cocky Frogs' Napoleonic advance, all in exchange for your alliance against the Frog from thereon; however, you indeed proved yourself to him as being more than just an ally.
"In my most professional and unbiased of opinions", England lectured to his reflection, "_____ has to be the most charming, witty, and courageous Lady I have ever perchance to meet. I must say, with our minds put together we can do unimaginable things."
'We can also do unimaginable things if we put our bodies together', a naughty voice in the back of the Brit's head announced, causing a light blush to dust across his pale checks.
It would take a lot of coaxing to have him admit it, but England was indeed attracted to you physically as well.
How he longed to run his fingers through your (h/l), (h/c) hair and to wrap his arms sensually around your waist to pull you into a mind-blowing kiss; one that would leave you weak at the knees upon the entrance of his tongue, slithering gently across your luscious lips to be granted permission to enter and fence with your own smooth muscle, making claim upon it.
He would sense you swooning from his bold actions, whereby he would take one of his arms to put under the back of your knees to lift you up bridal style, and climb the stairs to take you to his bed. It was a step up from just sharing a kiss with you but he would seize the moment, knowing you wanted it too.
He would lay you down on his Satin sheets and climb on top and straddle you, gazing into your (e/c) eyes full of anticipation and desire for him, as he would then proceed to "STOP! ", the Brit exclaimed as he grasped the edge of a nearby dresser for support. His face burned bright red with embarrassment as he pulled at his messy tuff of golden blond hair in attempt to disrupt his ongoing thought pattern.
"Get it together old chap, these are certainly not the thoughts a Gentleman such as yourself must regard Ms. (l/n) as, and especially within the hour of her arrival." England rambled to himself as he tried to eliminate (mentally eliminate you Johnny perverts, he can't be caught with his pants down now, at least not yet~) the unwanted, but rather pleasant, excitement in his loins at the scenario he would love to reenact with you. He began thinking of a particular Frenchman and an American, also throwing in a certain Spaniard in there for good measure. Immediately, the flame that was previously downstairs was extinguished.
'Ah, much better Now I must set up for tea as I would hate to look inadequately prepared in front of Ms. (f/n), especially when this date is for her,' the Brit thought to himself, feeling flushed at the fact that this could be counted as an unofficial, yet legitimate "date" with you. Maybe other outings he had with you counted as dates. He certainly hoped so.
Heading down the narrow staircase that lead up to the second floor of his central London flat, England went through the parlor room and into the kitchen, where he took out his good tea set from the cupboards and placed it on a silver tray situated on the kitchen counter, already waiting to be occupied.
He proceeded to fill a clean sugar bowl with the sparkling granules his nation had fought in wars to get and also took out a full serving glass from the fridge filled with fresh crème'. He opened the pantry, and took from a tin, some of his famous English scones that he was always happy to serve to his guests and set them on a serving tray.
Once everything was assembled, the Brit carefully carried the full tray to his parlor room and placed it on his coffee table. Sitting down on the couch, he looked at his Grandfather clock to check how his progress was doing before your arrival. 'Let's see Ah! 11:52Am, splendid! I made it just in time! Way to be a not failure me. Now, knowing _________, she'll be here on the money at 11:55 like she said she would and not a minute later', England thought to reassure himself.
Placing a leg over his knee, a rare smile crossed England's lips. Yes, things were looking up for him. He would get the girl he had always longed for, but never had the courage to pursue until he became fed up with himself for putting it off, and get the praise from all the other nations for putting on a smashing Olympic opening.
And so, England waited and waited and waited.
11:53 turned into 12:03 PM, which turned into 12:12.
Bouncing his leg nervously, England started to worry that something bad must have had happened to you that could account for your tardiness. He felt the strong urge to call you up just to check.
Turning his head at the sound of the gentle knocks upon his front door, England got up and briskly walked over to let you in.
Opening the door, he was greeted by the lovely sight that was you.
======================================================== I think now's a good time to switch POVs here to the reader's. ========================================================
Today, you were wearing one of your favourite professional outfits: a pencil skirt and a (f/c), long sleeve button up shirt, complete with black garter stockings and black heels. Such an outfit was required as you were having mid day tea with one of your good acquaintances and long time ally, England. You would also be heading straight to the opening ceremony as your nation's representative and you certainly wanted to look good for the cameras.
Recently, however, you couldn't help but wish for the relationship status you had with the Brit to be made into something more special, and that had certainly influenced you into wanting to look nice for England.
Walking your usual route to England's house, heels clicking against the London sidewalks as you walked past Nelson's Column in Trafalgar square, you couldn't help but think back to a particular point in time when your feelings for England blossomed.
"Bloody Hell", England screeched as he slammed his now empty glass of beer, most likely the first of many unless someone intervened quickly.
"Where does that bloody Frog get off about mocking my latest food innovation? 'Oh L'Angleterre, what were vous smoking when you came up with ze Boiled Fish in ze Bag?(1) (2) Never 'ave I seen such atrocities done to les poissons. Oh well, let us hope it is ze English fish zat suffer such a le miserable fate, ohonhonhonhon.' Absolute codswallop! The fish in the bag is genius! You here me!?" The angry Brit ranted after mimicking his long-standing rival in a mockery of the French accent and language. Turning his whole body in your direction, he then pointed to his head as if to add emphasis to his point. "Genius!"
Turning away and placing both elbows on the bar counter, he slapped it and demanded another beer from the poor bartender working overtime that evening in the smoky, cigarette filled South Yorkshire pub in Sheffield.
Meanwhile, all you could do was sit in the bar stool adjacent to him, nodding your head slowly. You pretended to sip your rather disgusting and over the top martini you regretted ordering as you tried your best not to hint your true feelings about the Fish in the bag product. Sure, the 1970s' for England right now was all about the introduction of convenience food, what with television being better than it ever used to be, but come on, fish in the bag? Can you say gross? France was right apparently England was still high from the 60's. And he was still sensitive about the most trivial of things.
Patting his shoulder, you tried to lighten the Brit's foul mood. " Oh lighten up Arthur. You know how he likes to tease you; so don't let it get to you. He's really a nice guy."
"A nice guy?" England turned to face you with an unimpressed scowl plastered on his face. " _________, how can you stomach defending that foppish twit? He's a bloody bastard and that doesn't even provide the summary of what I really think about him d-don't tell me," Arthur blushed as he stuttered slightly "that you prefer his company over mine."
The Brit gave you a scrutinizing stare, his dark bushy brows furrowed as he played the bad cop in his interrogation.
" What? Do I annoy you somehow? Have you been taking me on some kind of ride, where you pretend to be my friend and then go laugh at my problems with the frog after you tell him? Have you"
" Oh lighten up," you giggled, playfully punching England's shoulder. " You know I don't judge or listen to what either of you have to say about each other, you and he are both so biased that way. And I would never conspire against you. You have to remember, France is my friend as well; I would defend you if he talked you down in front of me. "
England turned away, looking down at his refilled glass the bartender had slide down the table seconds ago, his mouth drawn in a thin line. He mumbled something under his breath that you couldn't quite make out, but thought you caught a 'God, I wish you could just see how , hhhherrm the look in his grunt.'
Not taking it too seriously, you continued where you left off as he stared at the counter.
"Honestly Arthur, I do care for you and am lucky to know you like this. You've gotten over tougher stuff, what with Alfred's revolu-"
You stopped when you noticed him visibly cringe.
"Okay, maybe not. Sorry, I forgot you still hate talking about that. Anyway, all you have to remember is that I think you are one of the most no actually the most amazing person I look up to. You've been there for me during the best and the worst of times and I've done the same for you. And I've-"
"Said enough on the subject" the Brit interrupted. His shining emerald eyes now made contact with your (e/c) ones, staring intently. You couldn't help but notice something unfamiliar was in them.
What he did next shocked you even to this day. England had reached over, took your right hand gently and placed a kiss upon it.
You immediately blushed at the feel of his lips on your sensitive skin, remaining completely still as he held your hand in his. His cool, smooth lips lingering perhaps a little longer than what seemed necessary as he pulled up to face you; your skin burning with the memory of his contact and burned for more.
"Thank you ______ , I know I can be an Ass most of the time but I appreciate the patience you have with me. In fact, I think it's time I told . Oh bollucks ________, how do I put this? It's time that I "
"Pay your bill owd lad" A booming, Yorkshire voice cut Arthur off. Both of you turned in the voice's direction to see the tired looking bar tender across the counter from the both of you. "We're closen now for toneet n' faiv minut. Please pay your bills an' 'ave tha a good nigh' there love an' tha too owd lad, don't be nesh now." He placed your bills on the counter and then shuffled away.
Not quite understanding what the bartender said, you still managed to get the gist of what he was trying to say.
You turned back to look at the side of Arthur's head as he avoided your gaze by looking down at both of your bills. "Uh, Arthur." You prompted. "It's time that you, uh what exactly?"
Turning his head back to you, he looked down to notice that his hold was still on your hand. He released it quickly as if he burned himself. Eyes shifting from you, to the bills, and back to you, he finally spoke.
"It's time that I walk you back to your car. Yes that's what I was about to say before we were so rudely interrupted" England stressed, adding emphasis to the last sentence as he glared at the bar tender who was oblivious to the daggers in his back.
You nodded in understanding, feeling that the awkward moment needed it. Arthur then got off his stool, grumbling about how rude people were when they interrupted others, and slammed the amount of pounds needed to pay both of your bills onto the counter and started to head towards the door.
You got off your stool and stood there for a moment; trying to process how strange that moment was. You figured he was just being gentlemanly to you as a female friendhis only female friend. Yet, a small and growing part of you felt let down that his act of friendship didn't turn out to be something more.
Arthur stopped at the door's entrance, turning his head to gaze at you with an annoyed expression. "Well, are you coming or would you rather stand there and wait for Christmas to come?"
Rolling your eyes at Arthur's never ending sarcasm, you followed after him.
You reassured yourself that whatever you felt at the moment for Arthur, be it even the tiniest bit of a crush, would past with time. After all, many kinds of infatuations fade with time.
Hmmm. Fade. Right. The act you thought would motivate you to move on. Oh, If only that had been that simple.
Your feelings for Arthur had not faded at all actually, if anything they strengthen. Whatever infatuation you had with Arthur before this event was now set in stone. That little devil had apparently struck you with his accursed arrow; as a result, your feelings evolved into a strong desire for everything that was Arthur.
You constantly replayed that memory in your head and spent whatever time you could with him. You never dared to let out any hints that he was the one you fancied and loved. You were worried that revealing your true feelings for him would ruin your friendship, so you kept completely poker faced about the matter.
It was so frustrating, wanting what you couldn't have and especially that thing being Arthur. However, your reluctance to tell Arthur your feelings was also held back by another dilemma, and that dilemma was France.
No, France wasn't cockblocking you directly. Worse, he was doing it indirectly. It was complicated, but somewhere down your long road with him you had also fallen in love with the beautiful Frenchman as well.
You could only imagine the nightmare scenario of what would happen if you confessed to one of them about your feelings. Not only did you fear rejection, but you also feared ruining your friendships with both of them.
It was a scary scenario that you predicted would happen with how England or France would react. The person you confessed to would reject you, as both a lover and a friend, while the other who heard about your proposal would be disgusted with your intimate feelings for their long-term rival and reject your friendship with them as well.
You were split down the middle, to say the least, as you could not even begin to imagine the impossible reality it would be to have both of them. Those thoughts were reserved for the fantasies you liked to torment yourself with. So you compromised to having both England and France just as close friends. So far, they seemed to accept that and you continued to suffer in silence with your unrealistic desires Great.
Turning your thoughts from your psyche, your attention focused at the task at hand as you found yourself almost having walked passed England's gorgeous flat.
Walking up the small steps, you gently knocked on his door and were immediately greeted by the handsome, bushy-browed Englishman.
"Hey England! I'm so happy you invited me up for tea! It was a great idea as a way to catch up before all us countries attend the opening ceremony." You beamed at him, taking in his finely suited features.
"By the way, I'm Sorry I'm late. I stopped to make small talk earlier on my way here and I guess time caught up with me. Ha ha, I guess this moment is a precedent for what happens when I'm late."
"Ah hem Well yes, quite." England agreed curtly, his checks a little flushed as he took in your appearance. "Just consider yourself lucky you aren't late enough to have gone and made the tea cold." The mercurial British Gentleman lectured, but deep down you knew he was happy to see you too.
Stepping aside, he extended one of his arms in a welcoming gesture into his home. "Now please, before you float away from all the air inside your head, do come in."
"Don't mind if I do", you candidly replied as you stepped through the door, laughing a little at the fact that you were one of the few people to understand and appreciate his dry sense of British humor.
Closing the door after you, England led you to his parlor room where he had gone to the trouble of setting out tea for the both of you to enjoy.
And Oh look! There was also food. There were his famous scones. Oh boy. How were you going to avoid eating those?
Situating himself on one of the cushions of his comfortable couch, he patted the opposite cushion next to him. "Please, take a seat love."
Sitting beside him, a rush of temporary joy surged through you at hearing him address you by your favourite title he sometimes called you by.
Thanking him, you reaching over and poured yourself some of his delicious Earl Grey tea, along with adding the crème' and sugar to your liking.
"Ah wait my dear!" England exclaimed. You stopped dead in your tracks before you could even take your first sip.
Bringing forth the serving tray of scones with a big smile, he extended it towards you and offered you one of his burnt looking scones.
Oh England, why did you make it so hard to be a good guest in your company? And why were you so prideful in everything? Geez.
Meanwhile, England anxiously waited; giving you a look that said, 'Well, what are you waiting for? Take one. '
Pitying yourself for your current circumstance, you took what looked like the least burnt scone and quickly took a bite of it to get it over with, just like what one would do when quickly taking a sip of some foul tasting medicine.
Immediately, a burnt taste assaulted your taste buds, but also something else. Was that the tiniest hint of flavor? Hmmm, maybe today's batch wasn't as bad as usual. Heck, maybe it would be edible if England paid attention for once and didn't burn them all the time.
England seemed rather pleased by your acceptance of his scone and had one himself.
Setting down your half eaten scone, you decided to find an excuse to stop eating by making small talk.
"So England, I bet your pretty excited for the opening games huh?"
Setting down his scone, England took a quick sip of tea, placing the teacup back in its saucer.
"Love, you need not be so formal as to call me that. Arthur will do just fine. And yes, I'm quite excited. A lot of money and time has gone into this opening event and I'm looking forward to it. Just like I'm looking forward to another event that will happen in the near future."
With that, England set down his tea.
"Oh really? Is there a pre-opening to the opening ceremony? Wow, you weren't kidding when you said a lot of time was spent planning this. But I'm sure it wasn't necessaWhoa!!!"
Your current rant was cut off by a hard squeeze to one of your stocking clad thighs; almost causing you to drop your tea. Looking at your thigh and the hand that was grabbing it, you trailed your gaze up the arm to find that it was indeed the arm of the only other person in the room: Arthur Kirkland.
Arthur was wearing a devilish smirk and a certain gleam in his eyes; a combination you had never seen upon Arthur's face in the history that you'd known him for.
"Oh, sorry love. Did I startle you?" he asked in his smooth accent, gently removing your grasp on your tea with his other hand and setting it down on the coffee table.
"A-A-Arth - Arthur, W-W-What?" was all you could stammer out.
You. Didn't. Know. What . Else . To . Do.
Was this really happening? He seemed so un-phased by what he had just done. Damn, his hand was still on your thigh like it was very comfortable being there.
"Shhh love. I've got something important to tell you"
Something important? Aw shit. You knew you shouldn't have gotten your hopes up. He had some confidential information to tell you and he trusted you as a friend to listen. This calmed your demeanor significantly even with Arthur's hand still on your thigh, which seemed to put a slightly confused expression on Arthur's face.
Well, you had been listening to him for years now, so he might as well fire away. You could take it. You'd continue to play it cool.
"Of course Arthur. I'd be happy to hear~. Did something backfire with the fireworks? Wait. Have any of my athletes been caught doping? Cause I swear I'm not behind it I-"
"NO! _____ that's not it.", Arthur said firmly, almost shouting.
Taking matters into his own hands, he used them to gently cup both sides of your face; forcing your beautiful (e/c) eyes to catch his determined emerald gaze.
His own features softening at your flushed checks as he held them tenderly, he connected his forehead with yours.
"_________, my sweet _________. Know that I'll always consider you to be my best friend. But I propose we add an additional title to that. So here it goes, __________ I want you to be my lover. Please, consider moving in with me. We've known each other long enough, but I want what we already have to be more. I want to finally have a reason to say I love you every time I see you, because I truly do, I love you__________. "
Removing his forehead from yours, he went to inspect your facial features and was touched by what he saw.
Tears filled your beautiful eyes, making them shine. A lump probably the size of your own fist was lodged in your throat, rendering you to be speechless. You couldn't believe what you had just heard; almost not wanting to believe you had. Did Arthur really just confess to you what you've always dreamed of hearing him say?
'Yes, he has' A voice in your head answered back. 'And don't look now, but I think he's going in for a kiss'
Indeed, Arthur was leaning in for what looked like a kiss. "_____", he whispered to you silently, hands still gently cradling your face, as if he was worried you'd evaporate without some kind of possession over you. His eyes half lidded, gazing at you through his eyelashes as he leaned forward, mouth almost inches from your own. Your instincts took over, causing your own eyes to be half lidded as you leaned in to exchange the kiss you always wanted to give Arthur and no one else and no one else? .
'Ma Cherie, S'il te plaît. Is it too much to ask for you to reconsider?' 'It is Francis. It wouldn't be fair to either you or I.'
You pushed Arthur off of you back on the other side of the couch, panic coursing through your veins. What had you done? And what was Arthur thinking?
Re-aligning himself after his stumble back from your push, Arthur's expression looked a kin to a child whose favourite toy was taken away from him as he stared right at you.
"_______" , w-what on earth is "I'm sorry Arthur, I can't. I just can't. Don't ask why, just know it's my fault."
Standing up, face flushed with embarrassment and humiliation, you couldn't bear to look at Arthur.
"I should probably go, I'll see you later at the ceremony." With that you stiffly walked towards the front door.
Arthur began to panic; his plans were not in the lovely sequence that he planned them in. They were in complete disarray! He especially didn't want things to end the way they did. How the hell would things get better after what just happened? Oh God, what if he just screwed up your friendship, the very base of your relationship with him. He had to make things right again before it was too late.
Standing up, he moved to stop you.
"_______! Wait I"
" 'allo L'Angleterre ! You ass bouquet. ~ Your country gets more hideous by the minute no? Ready for your little ceremony to ze worst inAttendez?! . Q-quoi? _________? What are you doing 'ere at ze rosbif's shack?"
Both you and Arthur whipped your heads towards the opened window of the living room to find France's head peering in, looking both confused and unimpressed by what he saw..
Like fire to a match, an instant reaction came out of Arthur.
"FROG! Why must you constantly interfere with my life? Go bother someone else for a change! ______ and I are busy!"
"If you are busy with what I think you are doing, then I already know; there is no fooling moi mon ami. I won't let you soil mon chou with your filthy English hands!"
"YOU WANT A FIGHT FROG!? WELL YOU'VE GOT ONE!"
"DON'T THNK I'M SCARRED OF SOME GROSSIER PUNK LIKE YOU!"
Well, this is fun.
You knew Arthur and Francis couldn't settle this one on their own; they would need your help.
Well, it's finally here. My first fanfictiction virginity has been given to both France and England and I must say... It hurts so good. XD
I don't know what to make of it though. The whole time I was writing it and finish I was all , I don't know, let me know what you think.
Here's a link to an image that I was inspired by: [link]. Originally I had it as a preview image but after careful inspection of the DA rules on crediting images, I realized I was making a huge mistake by using it; people can actually get reported and have their hard work removed for this mistake. Besides, no one should have to use artwork to get more views for their fanfic UNLESS THEY ACTUALLY GET THE ARTIST'S PERMISSION TO USE THAT PIC AND CAN PROVE IT. Hopefully I didn't come off as a dick for saying all this.
I'm still going to follow through with the original plan of this story [link], with the story still taking place on the same day, just so you know and the opening ceremony toke place on July 27th of that evening. I know this chapter had to do a lot with England, and France only came at the end, but that was the point. I will do France justice in part 2 which will explain why you love him too.
Sorry I didn't Submit this earlier like I said I would on Friday; I slept for two whole days after the week I wrote about in one of my journals.
Anyway, here's the reference for the endnotes in the story cause I love talking about history, hence my love for hetalia.
1. Actual Link to fish in the bag, itís a British product too! : [link]
2.Link to actual Seventies episode video where I got the idea to include the fish in the bag: [link]
Iím a big fan of this show; itís a bbc show about different time periods of Britainís culinary past and itís so interesting and funny. XD I highly recommend it as we are all acquainted to the fact of how bad Englandís cooking is, so itís like documented proof of his rather long issues with food. XDDDDD
Translation of the old Yorkshire bean: "Pay your bill old lad. We're closing for tonight in five minutes. Please pay your bills and have yourself a good night there love and you too old lad, don't be nesh now." (old Yorkshire meaning "don't be unusally susceptible to the cold weather" and there is no synonym for this use.)
France's translations. líAngleterre = England Vous= you les poissons= the fish S'il te plaÓt= the way to say please to someone you are close to Attendez?! = wait?! Quoi?= what? rosbif= deurogatory term for the Engish, literally means "roast beef" and it is equivalent to the term the English use of "Frog" for the French. moi and mon ami= me, my friend. mon chou= pet name like 'my dear'; literally means "my cabbage" 0_0 but no one ever means it like that. Gorssier= uncouth/uncivilized
I made references to quotes England and France have said in the English dub of World series, see if you can spot them.
Naruto walked onto the school campus. What was with that dream? He thought. I don't think of Hinata that way. Damn perv must have just filled my head with it. He remembered the dream that he had the previous night.
In the dream Naruto stood in front of a house. He looked around to see nothing but a white background. "Hello! Is anyone here?" He yelled out into the emptiness. He walked up to the house and knocked on the door. He knocked once more but no one appeared to be home. He twisted the doorknob to see that it was unlocked.
He walked into the empty house. "No furniture? Does anyone live here?" Naruto then heard a soft humming coming from upstairs. "I guess someone does live here." He whispered to himself as he walked up the stairs cautiously. The humming got a bit louder. Naruto peeked into each of the doors but found no one in them. "That leaves that last door." He went over to the door at the end of the hallway and put his ear against it. "Yup someone's in this room." He opened the door "Do you know where I am?" he asked while walking in.
"Ahhh!" Hinata yelled out covering her chest with her hands.
"Hinata? What are you doing here!" Naruto panicked.
Hinata threw a shampoo bottle at him which knocked him out of the bathroom. Hinata ran to the door and shut it.
"W-what just happened?" Naruto muffled before passing out. He awoke later on a soft comfortable bed. He stretched and rubbed his forehead. "Did I fall asleep?"
"No, you peeked at me in the bathroom. I threw a bottle at you and you passed out." Hinata giggled sitting next to him.
"Hey!" He yelled out startled "Hinata I'm sorry I didn't know you where there!" He said on his knees. "Forgive me!"
"Don't worry." She stood up and dropped her clothes. "I don't mind."
"Hinata! Put your clothes back on!" He yelled and threw covers on her. She threw them off and walked seductively to him.
Naruto shook the thoughts out of his head. I would have never had that dream if he hadn't talked about her like that. I blame him completely. I just hope I don't think about it too much. He searched for Hinata among the crowd of students. Not here...maybe she's at the library. It was in that building right? Naruto walked towards the library. When he entered the building he saw Hinata on one of the back computers reading some kind of article. Wonder what she's reading. He walked up behind her and put his head on her shoulder. "What'cha reading?" Hinata jumped at the sound of his voice. "How to.."
Hinata instantly threw her hands at her screen and covered it "Nothing important." She said looking at her screen.
"C'mon let me see." Naruto tried to move her hands to peek at the screen, but Hinata had minimized the window. "Aw, you're no fun." He grinned.
"Naruto, could you go to the back and wait for me there?" Hinata kindly asked him.
"No problem." Naruto left Hinata and sat in the tables in the back.
Hinata let out a sigh of relief. I wasn't expecting him to come here today. Well...he's here now, but what should I talk about? I can't think of anything! She went back to her screen and closed the window that she had minimized. How to let a boy know you like him...looking that up in school what was I thinking? Stupid Hinata! Well I better go back there. She sat down across from Naruto. Wait I know what I can say! "Naruto, I made you lunch today."
"Oh really? I already brought money to buy. Did you think that you had to make me lunch?" Naruto asked.
"Oh... I thought I heard you say that you wanted me to make you lunch again today, so I did." Hinata frowned.
"But I better not let that food go to waste. I'll eat it, thanks for making it. Hope its as good as yesterday." Naruto said.
Hinata smiled as she heard those words. "You really think it tasted good?" She lifted her head and looked into Naruto's eyes.
"Of course! Your gonna make someone an awesome wife one day!" He told her.
Hinata looked down at the table. "T-T-Thank-"
"Hinata, how come your always looking down when you talk to me?" Naruto asked.
Hinata tried to come up with an excuse "W-Well, I-I uhh," The bell rang before she could say anything else. Saved by the bell.
"Already? I just got here." Naruto moaned. He picked up his stuff "C'mon Lets go." They walked out the library and headed to the main building. Naruto looked up at the clouds. "Look at how dark they are, looks like a storm is coming."
Hinata also looked up. "And a big one at that."
The storm had started while their first class began. Naruto had fallen asleep while Iruka was giving his lesson. Hinata had been daydreaming about the boy sitting in front of her all class. Thinking about what it would be like if they were going out, and how to tell him. She had thought about writing him a note and giving it to him. A loud thunderclap had awoken Hinata from her daydream, and Naruto from his sleep.
"Wha! True, B, all of the above?" Naruto yelled jumping out of his chair.
"Nice to see you're awake Naruto." Iruka told him as he stood over his desk, his eye twitching as he squeezed tightly on the marker in his hand. "Fall asleep again and it's detention for you!" He shouted angrily.
"Sorry sir." Naruto slouched back into his chair.
Hinata giggled quietly and so did Sakura who sat behind her.
Naruto, Shikamaru, Hinata, and Choji walked out of class. "It's still raining. I think it's gotten worse. Where are we going to go P.E?" Naruto asked Shikamaru as the group walked down the hall.
"Isn't it obvious?" Shikamaru looked at Naruto who just stared back clueless. He let out a loud sigh "We have to go to the gym. Usually we just sit around doing anything we want."
"That makes sense." Naruto said as he stared up at the ceiling.
They walked down the hallway and reached the boys locker room. "Guess we split ways here Hinata. See ya in the gym." Naruto told her as he entered the locker room. Choji and Shikamaru walked over to their lockers and began changing. "Wait I still don't have a uniform!"
"Hey there you are blondie!" Guy yelled out.
Naruto looked behind him and saw Guy standing over him.
"I couldn't find you after last class. I got your uniform right here." He held out a plain white shirt with the Konohigh school logo on it and a pair of black basketball shorts in his right hand.
"Thanks." Naruto reached out for his clothes but Guy put them behind his back. "Hey what gives?"
"You got a choice to make." He grinned with a glisten in his eye.
"What are you talking about?"
"Well you can have the school's uniform," he held them out again in his right hand "or you can have my special uniform." He held out a green jumpsuit like he was wearing in his left hand.
Who would pick that?"I'll just take the normal ones." He grabbed them and began changing into them.
"No one ever picks my uniform...except you Lee!" He gave out a thumbs up to only kid wearing his jumpsuit, who gave a thumbs up right back.
Hinata entered the locker rooms. She quickly walked to her locker and started to change out of her clothes. She grabbed her P.E. shirt and started to put it on.
"Hey Hinata, did your breasts grow again?" Sakura yelled out.
"What? Again?" A red haired girl asked and other girls started to look at her
"Hey I think that they did!" A tall green haired girl shouted.
"N-No they didn't!" Hinata said embarrassed. She finished changing and ran out the room.
"Hinata wait for me!" Sakura called her. "Sorry I was just playing around. You know I like to joke around."
Hinata stopped and looked over at her. "Alright."
"Guess what? I finally got that date with Sasuke!" She said proudly.
"Congratulations. How did you convince him?"
"A little something I like to call blackmail." Sakura winked at her.
"What did you do?" Hinata asked curious about what she had done.
"I was recording Sasuke yesterday like I usually do, and I recorded him get punched in the face by that new kid." She laughed "I threatened to show everyone what happened if he didn't go out with me."
Hinata looked at her. She must be obsessed with him to do that...
"Speaking of that new kid...don't you think that he's kinda cute?"
Hinata turned red so she looked at the floor "W-W-Well N-N"
"What's that? Do you like him?" Sakura went in front of Hinata. "You do don't you?"
Hinata bit her lip and nodded weakly. "Please don't tell him." She begged her.
"So you got your first crush huh?" Sakura smiled going in the gym. "Look there he is." She pointed to Naruto who was walking towards them with Shikamaru and Choji behind him. "Don't worry Hinata. I won't tell him anything." She walked away to a girl with her hair in buns. "Hi Tenten."
A whistle blew. "Guys huddle up!" Guy addressed his students. "Well it's raining again so that means a free day for all of you. Feel free to shoot hoops, volleyball, spar, talk, or just sleep." He walked away from them and sat down on the floor.
"Did he just say spar? Does he mean fight?" Naruto asked his friends.
"Yeah," Choji answered "we can have a sparring match against anyone who wants to fight. Just got to let Guy know so he can referee the match."
"Meet me at the mat and go let Guy know." Naruto smirked.
"Who are you going to fight?" Choji asked.
"Sasuke, I'm going to challenge him right now." He ran off to find Sasuke.
"Is he crazy or something?" Choji asked scratching his head.
"Who knows? Let's just go tell him." Shikamaru left the group to tell Guy.
Hinata left to the mat. I hope he doesn't get hurt.
Naruto ran over to the bleachers and found Sasuke talking to two of his friends. "Yo Sasuke, I challenge you to a match!" He yelled at him.
Sasuke gave him a cold look as he stared down at him. That kid again.
Kiba laughed "Hah! You do know who Sasuke is right?" pointing at his friend.
The other kid had his long hair down "Sasuke is this school's best fighter he's brought a lot awards and-"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I didn't ask for his life story I just want an answer." Naruto cut him off.
"Why you little," the guy raised a fist at Naruto.
"Neji. That's enough." He held Neji back. "Fine I accept. This should be interesting, we had nothing to do anyways." They all got up and went over to the mat.
"Come one come all! Watch the new kid get his ass kicked by Sasuke!" Kiba informed everyone in the gym. Everyone stopped what they were doing and rushed to the mat to get a front seat view of the fight.
Naruto and Sasuke stepped onto the mat and stared each other down. "Hope your as good as they say you are!" Naruto taunted.
"I want a good clean fight." Guy explained "Ready?" He looked at both of them "Fight!"
It was obvious who the crowd was behind as soon as the match started. The girls yelled out "Go Sasuke! Show him!" The boys yelled out "Kick his ass!" Hinata was too shy to be the only one rooting for Naruto, so she stayed quiet.
Sasuke made the first move. He ran to Naruto and threw a right punch. Hit me will you? I'll show you. Naruto crouched to avoid the punch. He- he dodged it? Naruto then followed up by giving him an uppercut straight to his face. Sasuke fell back and landed on his stomach.
The crowd fell silent. "Did you see what I just saw?" one kid asked another. "Sasuke just got hit?"
"He just got lucky Sasuke!" A girl yelled out.
Sasuke stood up and looked over at him. He's quick. "That's the only hit your gonna get." He ran towards Naruto once more and threw a punch with his right hand again. Naruto grabbed his fist, and threw a left jab at his chest. Sasuke jumped back and dodged the attack. He's starting to piss me off. He walked over and started to circle Naruto.
What's this guy doing? He's pathetic. He's got no strategy or plan or anything. I'll just toy with him a bit. A smile came across Naruto's face.
"What are you smiling at?" Sasuke did a roundhouse kick, Naruto grabbed his foot and flung Sasuke across the mat. What the hell! I can't touch him! Sasuke unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks from every direction aimed for Naruto who easily dodged every single hit.
"What's up with Sasuke? He doesn't seem his usual self today." The kids started to bash on Sasuke.
"Go Naruto!" Hinata yelled raising her hand up.
"Huh? Thanks." Naruto stopped to look at her.
He's distracted! Now! Sasuke landed a punch in Naruto's stomach. "I got him!"
"So what? Proud cuz you got one hit?" Naruto hadn't even fallen. "You're so weak man. Let me finish this up right now." Naruto rushed to Sasuke, who covered his face.
"Ahh..." He looked around him. "Where did he go?"
"He's up there!" Sakura pointed to the ceiling.
"Uzamaki Barrage!" Naruto dropped from the sky, the heel of his foot hit Sasuke on his head. Sasuke dropped to the floor losing conscious for a few seconds.
"The winner is blondie!" Guy announced raising Naruto's hand in victory.
"The name's Naruto! And you better remember it!" He told everyone. "If this is the school's best then I feel sorry for it."
The girls started to cry "He lost! I don't believe it!" The guys looked shocked and just walked away returning to their sports.
"How embarrassing...Naruto didn't even look like he was trying." Choji said.
Hinata walked over to Naruto and smiled at him. "Congratulations."
"He was nothing, really. Even the weakest fighters at my old school can beat this jerk." Naruto went to his friends and began talking.
Sasuke struggled to his feet as he punched the floor. That idiot made a fool out of me! I'll kick your ass! Just you wait. He exited out the gym.
"Sasuke class isn't over yet!" Guy yelled out.
"I don't care!" He yelled back.
Sakura chased after him "Wait for me!"
"Get away from me!" He lashed at her. "I'm not going on that stupid date with you either!"
She stopped in her tracks watching him leave. Guess he's a sore loser.
I rang you up, Not so long ago, Got your number from your sister, She said ring any time.
I've been waiting six years, Day by day, Wondering where you are, What you look like.
I love you, It takes the world on my shoulders, I got used to living without you. I always said when we were younger, That we would one day be man and wife.
I guess I was in love, With your memory.
Maybe we'll be together, But I don't see it soon, You don't remember me, And you aren't who I remember.
I don't see things going back, To how they once where. Long days running in field, Laughing in a childish way.
I love you, I know I do. But I love the old you, And I can't find any more love for you.
This is not who I remember, This boy stood in front of me, A searching look on his face, Desperately trying to drag up a memory.
We sit, We talk, I tell you all I remember, And then the time strikes for the goodbyes.
I hug you tight, Never wanting to let go of this hope I've carried a third of my life, But I can feel it slipping it away, The way your holding onto me, Makes me know you want to know me...
But I know I'm a stranger to you.
We say goodbye, You walk away, Saying something about, How we will keep in touch.
But even as you say it, I just know, That I'll probably never see you again, Except for maybe a brief encounter at a shop.
I whisper goodbye, As a tear slides down my face. But not to you, But to the young boy I remember.
The one who got excited about lego with me, Who would hug a tree just to see me smile, I say goodbye to the boy who died that day I waved goodbye at the school gates, Promising to see him again after the Easter holidays.
I say goodbye to the boy who got cross and went bright red, The one who made me feel special, one-of-a-kind, I say goodbye to the dark curly haired boy, Who now only lives in my dreams and memories.
I say goodbye to the boy I love, My first love, My childhood romance, The boy who lived next door.
I should say thank you I suppose, For I left you without a reason nor warning. Moved away and out of your life. I should thank you for teaching me to never do that again, To never leave my loved ones waiting for me.
So goodbye and thank you, I whisper to myself, As I walk through the rain back home. I thought I loved you, But I guess, I was in love, With your memory.
The purple miasma dissipated around them, letting her eyes view the man holding her by the waist with a possessive, yet dedicated touch. It was as if he was afraid to touch her, but at the same time, he needed to feel the warmth of her body under his trembling hands.
He looked desperate to have her next to him, but his actions made her question things she'd been certain about since their separation. Why he chose magic. Could it be that she'd been wrong all this time and he really did treasure magic more than anything and anyone. But his expression when he saw her again said the opposite, and his words and the way he spoke them was like a man awakening from a nightmare. He'd babbled nonsense, at least to her, and she didn't understand anything that was happening or why. She was in a strange world and a stranger, Jefferson, gave her the means to find him so he'd protect her from the queen.
He said all magic came with a price and she wondered the cost he'd have to pay. Would he reject her again when she least expected it. Would he cast her out the moment she made a mistake? She felt bad for thinking such things, but she only had their past together to draw her conclusions upon.
Rumplestiltskin moved his fingers along her waist, slow as if playing a soft, calm melody on a piano. If he continued, she'd either melt or end up cuddling in his embrace whether he wanted it or not. She forced herself not to get distracted; this time she wanted the truth. She needed to know the truth in order to save their hearts from ache.
Their gazes locked and she could see the desire for magic clinging in his eyes. She tried not to look hurt, but knew her emotions were betraying pain and doubt through her stare.
She stepped back, separating her body from his, but without breaking his hold on her waist. He looked confused. Worried.
"What happened?" he asked, his voice shaking.
She took a deep breath and gathered the courage for his future words, all the while trying not to remember the disaster that trigger her final act of bravery. When she dared to stand up to him. To call him a coward.
"Why'd you bring magic Rumplestiltskin?" He opened his mouth, but didn't speak. "I. . . I know you have your reasons but . . . is . . . was I wrong about how you feel?" She looked down, and prepared for the pain his answer would have on her.
He exhaled loudly and looked everywhere except her. A habit she knew he had when he was trying to find a way to escape something.
She stepped forward once again, letting his arm slide around her body. She placed her hand on his chest, wanting to treasure the closeness for as long as she could have it. She wasn't going to be the one to walk away. He'd have to be the one to leave.
"I know your power is important but"
"Not as much as you." Her fingers reached up and she began playing with the buttons on his jacket. His arms tightened around her. "But I still need it."
"Will you tell me why?" She looked up at him, her eyes boring into his with a silent request to not cast her aside. For him to trust that she loved him and that he deserved to be loved.
"It was part of our deal, dear. So, like it or not, I have to fulfill it."
Her face and burden lightened, and her cheeks reddened. He buried his face in her brown hair, and took a deep breath to enjoy the aroma he'd missed so much. The freshness of a rose that he'd never allow to wither.
She happily surrendered to Rumplestiltskin's strange display of affection. She put one arm around him, and tangled his silky hair between her fingers, while the other hand kept fiddling with his jacket buttons and collar. She relished his beating heart underneath her hands.
"I always let the things I care about slip through my hands, I won't let you go again," he said. She nodded, pleased at his words. She felt his body relax around her. She pressed herself closer, a wordless gesture to give strength to him. "I need my power to protect you from the queen and make her pay for what she's done to you."
His voice was filled with pain and hatred. A hate bespeaking such a cruel revenge her mind couldn't fathom its equal. She pushed it back and encouraged him to continue the tale he hid for so long. "But that's not all," she whispered.
"No." He closed his eyes and inhaled again. "When you were in the castle with me, I told you I lost my son. That's not entirely true. It was tha" he choked on his words. The last time he tried to tell her about his son, he evaded the subject. If she wanted him to tell her, to release a bit of the burden upon her, she had to offer her support each time his words failed.
Belle saw the anguish expressed in his eyes and his trembling lips. She moved her hand up, along his red tie, and then timidly stroked his shaven chin with her fingertips in an attempt relax his nerves.
Rumplestiltskin leaned into her touch for a moment before pressing his forehead against hers. "It's my fault he's gone. He tried to find a way to free me from the power I had. In his eyes I'd become a wretch. I said if he found a way to get rid of the powers without killing me, I'd do it. He did find a way, but I was afraid of returning to my old self and I broke my deal. He was sent to a different world. A world without magic, and without his father."
"He came to this world?"
He nodded. "The Blue Fairy made it possible with a magic beanstalk. It created a vortex that I didn't dare cross. I created this curse to come to this world, but I need magic to find my son in this vast place."
"You created the curse? I thought the queen was responsible."
At hearing her words, he laughed. "The queen is not that powerful dear, but she has a despicable heart. She had to carry out the vilest act, and she had the hatred to do it purely for revenge on Snow White. She never realized how she fell right into my manipulations." She heard gloating in his tone and looked away. "I told you I was a monster Belle," he whispered with bitterness.
She looked back at him. "You aren't. You have questionable methods of doing things, but your overall cause is noble."
"It's not always Belle. Don't be so naïve."
"So what do you feel now?" she demanded with more force than intended. She wasn't as naïve as he thought she was and hated that term when it was used to describe her.
"I have hope of regaining everything I lost. You're the proof. I thought you were dead but now you're here." He took a shuddering breath, as if about to break into tears. "And if you still lo" He closed his eyes.
Belle wrapped her arms around his neck. "If you were a monster then you wouldn't be able to feel what you feel or withstand having me in your arms. I wouldn't be able to love anyone that didn't have a heart."
He removed one of her hands from his shoulders, brought it to his lips, and kissed it. Her stomach tightened and her eyes burned because of the small gesture. "I don't deserve you Belle."
She shook her head and they leaned into each other, his eyes asking for a kiss, and her eyes screaming their permission. Their lips met just as they did years go, timidly with delicacy and filled with the tenderness their hearts held.
They hesitantly pulled away and trembled at the loss of contact. She withheld the urge to jump for joy. "Your magic is till intact?" she asked, worried she might have broken the spell he needed so badly right now.
"Yes, in this world we don't have to worry," he said. "Although there is magic now, my body is still one of a mere human. There is not a curse to break."
"Oh," she said, for once at a loss of words with him.
He pulled away from her and grabbed her hand. "Let's get you some clothes. As beautiful as you are, those clothes do nothing for you."
She fake pouted and intertwined her fingers with his as she let him guide her through the strange world.
As they walked out of the forest, the small town came into sight. It looked like the villages he saw after an attack by ogres. His face remained expressionless, and he could feel Belle looking at him with her always-inquisitive eyes.
"It's ironic that true love is able to cause so much destruction," he said as he led her along the lonely street that led back into the small town. He felt so much stronger having her near him now.
"Your living room was a mess when I left it, so you should've known it already."
Regret flashed through his body. "That was the product of anger Belle." He hit his cane harder against the pavement as he walked.
She stopped walking, making him stop. He looked at her. "I didn't betray you Rumplestiltskin. You know that, right?"
He swallowed hard, the pain in her face hurting him worse than anything could, and her bravery amazing him at the same time. "Yes, I know. Everything that happened to you is my fault, and I hope you can forgive me someday."
"We both have some part of the blame, but now we are here together. That's what matters. When this is over, maybe we can have a happy ending if we desire one. Being locked up for so long made me think about many things. You don't have to fear anything because I forgave you long long ago. Just not myself. I shouldn't have-"
"Forgive yourself Belle, because I don't hold a grudge against you."
"I will try if you do the same," she said.
He shook his head. "It's not easy to forget I was a beast."
"No, being a beast has nothing to do with forgiveness. You're just complex."
"Layered?" he asked, smiling with a half smile.
The small bell above the door tinkled happily when they entered the pawnshop. The blinds were still drawn on the windows, letting the darkness reign over the place filled with old memories. It reminded her of the dimly lit parts of the dark castle where Rumplestiltskin placed the objects he attained through his agreements. This room, however, was small in comparison, but that didn't make this place any less value-filled.
Belle slowly navigated her way around the shelves, crystal tables and glass cases, as she followed Rumplestiltskin to the back room where she'd found him the night before. That was when she couldn't remember anything, good or bad. Rumplestiltskin's face of astonishment now made so much sense. Her imprisonment, the lies she'd been forced to listen to, the despair at seeing her beloved in anguish through the queen's mirrors, had a lasting effect on her. She'd never forget his cry of pain echoing in her ears night after night. She closed her eyes, desperately wanting to take his hand just to make sure he was alive and safe.
The memories were torture.
She watched as he searched through the drawers in a chest he had in his office, as if desperate for something he needed to find. Sometimes she knew she made him believe he could have a happy ending, and now that things were different, he was willing to get one for her.
Rumplestiltskin continued searching. He must have felt her questioning aura because he said, "I'm trying to find your clothing." She laughed to herself. Perhaps it would be better if he conjured the clothing so they didn't have to go from one place to another.
She walked behind him and her arms encircled his body. He didn't stop his movements until he held one of Belle's old dresses in his hands.
Rumplestiltskin looked over his shoulder.
"I heard you," she whispered. He tilted his face.
"What do you mean?"
"I heard you when the queen said I died."
Rumplestiltskin's body tensed. He clinched his teeth and she heard a low growl. She moved her hands over his stomach, tickling him. He exhaled deeply and let a tiny smile come to his lips. Rumplestiltskin dropped the clothes he had in his hands and took her hands.
"No one is going to take you away from me. If anyone touches you, I will not feel the smallest amount of guilt for what happens to them."
"Rumplestiltskin, I know how to take care of myself."
He huffed to hide a laugh, an action that made her take one of his locks of hair and pull it to shut him up. "Just why are you laughing?"
He stifled a groan and stared at her with his clever eyes. "Oh yes, I forgot you have a gift for taming beasts," he replied jokingly and turned around to face her.
She muttered at hearing him use that absurd word as a descriptor. "I will try not to approach ostentatious carriages with darkly dressed queens inside."
"You're going to make things difficult for me, aren't you?"
"You know how I am." She broke contact between their bodies and looked at the clothing he'd been rummaging through. "Why are my clothes in this world?"
He stood beside her. "It's part of the curs-" The jingle of the bell at the door cut off his words. Before she could speak, he placed a finger on her lips so she'd remain silent.
He grabbed his cane and limped elegantly towards the front of the shop. He stopped in the doorframe, watching the intruder and blocking Belle from the view of prying eyes.
"Ah, I wondered where you were," said the voice of the woman who destroyed so many lives. "I didn't think you'd continue this facade of yours. Surely you've noticed that woman has made everyone remember."
"Your Highness, coming here is a reckless thing, don't you think? Shouldn't you find a safe place to hide from your imminent capture?"
"Those idiots can't do anything to me. The magic is back. I feel it running through my veins. Don't you?" she asked and smiled loftily.
"If you've come here to kill time, you should leave. I have much to do"
"Don't be sullen, Rumple. I wanted to make a deal with you like old times."
"I won't make any deals with you your Majesty" he replied with his face strained with rage. "Leave."
"The magic has gone bad on you, Rumple. It's normal since it came so suddenly-"
"I should dismember you!" He moved menacingly towards the woman who still held a smile of joy and superiority. "But you caught me in a good mood, so get out of here...please."
The woman stopped smiling and a murderous look formed in her eyes. Magic forced her feet to move.
"Ah, and your majesty. The next time you cross paths with me, don't expect to get out unharmed," he said with a grim smile as she headed toward the door, accompanied by an unusual trembling in her legs.
With the sharpness of a hawk, Rumplestiltskin monitored her every step until her presence vanished from his territory. He clenched his fists. Belle walked up to him.
"Let's go home," she whispered as she unfolded one of his trembling fists and entangled his fingers with hers. He blinked a few times before his eyes focused on her.
"Are you okay?"
She nodded. He squeezed her hand gently. "I'm fine, just a little dazed. I didn't expect to see her so soon," she said without hesitation. She lifted her arm, which was holding one of her dresses. "I'll be better when we get home."
Without waiting another minute, they left the shop and journeyed through the deserted city, their hands still entwined.
AN: Thanks to my lovely Moon who made this possible. Hope you enjoyed and if you have time you can tell me what you think.
Fandom: Once Upon a time. Pairing: Rumplestiltskin/Belle Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine, they belong to their owners. Sumary: Rumplestiltskin completes a step in his plan, bringing back magic, but now there are some truths that need to be revealed. How will these truths affect his most important relationship? Spoilers 1x22
AN: This can be considered a sequel to Ripped Hearts because there are some references.
PS: Thanks moonie for make the image You can also read it on fanfiction: [link]