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surpriserose · 2 years

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shrek yaoi | Shrek x Donkey

Summary

Shrek and Donkey go to Comic Con for their adopted son Artie, but Shrek has other plans in mind and takes Donkey to a romantic dinner at the Cheesecake Factory. What yaoitacular action will happen there? Ooooo you have to read to find out~ [1969 😏 words]

Warnings

None! Just some cute gay fluff ☆:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:☆

Shrek never thought he would encounter a stench stronger than his own until he went to San Diego Comic Con, but the humid mass of bodies before him proved him wrong. Donkey and Shrek stood aimlessly, flabbergasted by the waves of humanity and also Deadpool cosplayers before them. Their adopted son, King Artie Pendragon-whatever Shrek’s last name is-whatever Donkey’s last name is, was overflowing with excitement. (A/N: If you don’t know who he is get da hell out of here and watch Shrek the Third!) He bounced up and down on the balls of his feet, looking between each booth on artist alley.

“Sae whit urr ye keekin fur?” Shrek asked.

“Umm,” Artie said shyly.

“Ah thought ye git ower yer fear o' public speaking back whin?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it, I’m just gonna go-”

“Aye haud yer horses, kid, whaur urr ye aff tae?” Shrek asked, grabbing the back of Artie’s graphic Legend of Zelda t-shirt and stopping him in his tracks.

“Just um, to get um, well-”

“Oot wi' it!”

“I’m going to whichever artist has the best yaoi, okay? Since you want to know so badly!” Artie yelled, hunching over and shoving his hands in his cargo shorts petulantly.

“Yow-whit?”

“Now, Shrek,” Donkey tsk-tsked carefully as the woman of the gay couple. “He obviously doesn’t want to talk about it and we should respect that he’s a growing boy with his own money and privacy, babe.”

“Ah juist wantae ken whit it's? Is that sae ill?” Shrek asked, shaking Artie like a bag of coins.

“Well yaoi is like-” Artie started, already eyeing the BakuDeku print across from him.

Donkey stomped on Shrek’s foot, who quickly let go of Artie to clutch at his foot. “Thanks Dadkey!” Artie shouted as he disappeared into the crowd.

“Noo whit wis that fur?” Shrek whimpered.

“Stop pressuring our boy, remember, we’re here for him, not for us, you want to make the decisions you should have driven us to OgreCon. Besides, you already know what yaoi is, Shrek.”

“Ah dae?”

“We’re yaoi,” Donkey said.

“Och, ah guess ah dae,” Shrek said, winking seductively at Donkey. Donkey made a flushy face, as much as he could through all the fur.

Donkey and Shrek gazed into each other’s eyes in the middle of the aisle, blocking gamers and anime fans from obtaining their prized and overpriced merchandise. Donkey bit his lower lip as he looked at Shrek’s long, luscious lashes. Angry Marvel cosplayers shoved their way past Shrek and Donkey, some admiring the quality of Shrek’s Shrek cosplay as they didn’t come away with any green paint streaks. Thank God, some people can seal their paint, they thought. Nothing could break the romantic tension between Shrek and Donkey as they were two seconds away from a full blown make out sesh on the grimy convention floor. They reached for each other slowly, almost fingertip to hooftip when they heard the only thing that could break the hold they had over each other, a shout from Fiona.

“What do you mean, HonkIfYouLoveBaDonkADonk isn’t tabling here?!” Fiona shouted at a hapless convention staff volunteer.

“We should get out of here,” Donkey and Shrek said in unison, one less Scottishly than the other. “Huh? What’s your reason? You first!” they continued simultaneously.

“Well…” Donkey started.

“Well whit?”

“Well I may or may not be HonkIfYouLoveBaDonkADonk on Twitter, Tumblr, and DeviantArt and I may or may not specialize in yaoi rarepairs which, funnily enough, makes me really popular with the ladies, if you know what I mean-”

“Okay that’s enough, Donkey,” Shrek said.

“-Not that I’m complaining, I mean you know I’m faithful, but the fame doesn’t hurt-”

“Donkey!”

“-And sometimes I need that unconditional support, because you know when you get into one of your moods I don’t get that from you so I turn to the internet and I know the fujoshis will always have my back even when you’re throwing your little pity parties-”

“DONKEY!!” Shrek roared, drawing the attention of every congoer in the vicinity and a few of the respectable people on the street outside. Fiona whipped around looking for the source of the voice of her one true love and ex-husband. Shrek gulped anxiously, realizing what he had just done.

“We should get out of here,” Donkey said. Shrek nodded. Artie would be fine enough on his own, even if he was lost in the yaoi trenches of artist alley, never to be seen again. Abandoning their kid(s), ex-wives, and the gnat-like swarms of nerds, Donkey and Shrek absconded to the Cheesecake factory outside the convention center.

They got a booth relatively quickly, which for the Cheesecake Factory, was still a two hour wait. By that time twilight settled over the city like a weighted blanket, but a hot and sweaty weighted blanket because of the humidity. It was the peak hour for romance and Cheesecake Factory’s SkinnyLicious® Specialties. Knowing this, Shrek shifted his bulk anxiously on the cracked red leather of the booth. Straight couples (A/N: ew) in the booths and tables surrounding them gazed into each other’s eyes over slices of cheesecake. Donkey would have expectations with this atmosphere, he was very high maintenance, after all. Today would be the day, if Shrek could pull it off.

The waiter, tired of cosplayers, came over and brusquely took their orders before they had time to make small talk about how unfair it was that Firefly was canceled before Joss Wheadon. Shrek waited anxiously for their orders to come, suddenly shy in front of his partner of 21 years with the waiter gone. Donkey started tapping his hoof on the table expectantly.

Shrek cleared his throat Scottishly. “Sae how dae ye lik' th'...th’...” Shrek couldn’t think of anything to talk about. Gazing at Donkey took his breath away, his partner’s beauty overwhelming him like it always did. Donkey raised his eyebrows, unsure what to make of Shrek’s stammering. “Sae how dae ye lik',” Shrek started again, “daein' th' yaoi?”

“The yaoi? Oh, I love it! And the girlies on Tumblr do too, you should see how many notes I get. I really got started in the Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons fandom, Jack Frost x readers were my bread and butter until the Onceler came along. Now there was a man! Of course, you’re the only big green meanie for me, but you can’t deny how hot the Onceler is…”

Shrek listened intently to Donkey’s ramblings, despite not knowing what half of the words he was saying were. But here he was, all this time later, still learning new faucets of his partner. Donkey was endlessly fascinating, and in turn endlessly irresistible.

It felt like no time had passed at all when their waiter brought their multiple orders of sweet corn tamale cakes, warm crab and artichoke dip, fried mac and cheese balls, and Buffalo Blasts®. Ordinarily, things like this would be far too appetizing for Shrek as they weren’t worms and eyeballs, but this was the Cheesecake Factory. The kitchen might as well have been Shrek’s swamp, it had all the same conditions including the Smash Mouth soundtrack.

Their food delivered, they dug in. The food was good or something. I don't care, we all know that’s not what you’re here for. Shrek, even as consumed as he was with gay panic over how beautiful his partner was or whatever baby gays whose only real experience with the community is through fanfic think gay panic means, was greatful for the break in Donkey’s ramblings. A man can only take so much yaoi.

When they were done with their appetizers, Donkey excused himself coquettishly to the bathroom. As he did not have hands, he tended to end up smashing his face into food and having to clean up after every course. Shrek was used to this by now. But as he waved Donkey off, he had an idea.

Shrek flagged down their waiter. He asked the waiter to come closer – No, closer than that… Well, now that’s a little too close but it works – so he could whisper instructions in their gender neutral ear. As they listened, the waiter grew more and more despondent. Not only had they had to participate in more than fifteen birthdays for anime characters today, but now they would have to play part in a wedding proposal. They nodded at Shrek, a pained smile on their face that said “Yeah, I can do that but you better fucking tip well.” With that hope the only thing keeping the waiter afloat to the end of their shift, they went to the kitchen to make arrangements with the chefs just as Donkey returned to the table.

“So what’s next for dinner?” Donkey asked.

“Och ah awready ordered fur ye, babygirl,” Shrek answered, “Ye kin juist keeping gaun oan aboot yer yaoi wi' na worries.”

So Donkey continued rambling on about Johnlock conspiracies and Onclercest and Omegaverse and his favorite doujinshis and a thousand other things Shrek had never heard of and hoped never to hear of again. But he listened anyway because he was a supportive partner. And hopefully soon, a supportive husband.

The main course arrived soon enough and Shrek was spared hearing about the distinct differences between enemies to friends to lovers and friends to enemies to lovers. Their waiter set down their entrees, a single specially made corn dog on a plate for each of them. But Donkey’s corn dog had a conspicuous ring slipped on it as if it were a finger. Donkey failed to notice it and flung his face towards the plate to munch on that flakey cornmeal.

“Wait, Donkey!” Shrek cried.

Donkey stopped. “What’s up?”

“Dinnae ye notice anythin' special?”

“I noticed someone dropped their jewelry in the batter but I don’t see how that’s any of my business, besides having more iron in my diet.”

“Dae ye really think that's whit happened?” Shrek asked, on the verge of tears. How could their special moment start off like this?

“Shrek, what’s this really about? Is there something you’re not telling me? Are you stressed? Sick? I bet it was those tamales, they tasted a little off to me, hold on let me go get the manager-”

“Donkey!”

“What is it, Shrek?”

“I’m not sick, let me huv a go at this again.Donkey, as ye ken, ogres hae layers lik' onions do,” Shrek explained. Donkey nodded, he remembered their first real conversation well. “And I’d lik' tae add ye as a layer tae mah onion.”

“Shrek… do you really mean that?” Donkey cried.

“O' coorse, mah sweet!” Shrek pried the ring off the corn dog, smashing it to pieces. He held it up in front of Donkey’s face. “Wid ye mak' me th' happiest ogre in th' world?”

“Oh Shrek! Yes! Yes!” Donkey shrieked. He jumped over the table and into Shreks beefy green arms. Unsure exactly of what they were seeing, but still understanding it was a proposal, the other customers clapped politely if bewilderedly.

“Lets go tell th' guid news tae Artie,” Shrek said blissfully. Donkey nodded.

The two of them walked out the restaurant, Shrek bridal carrying Donkey through the revolving doors. They forgot to pay, not that anyone would have remembered after that yaoitastic display. Their waiter remained untipped.

Shrek walked triumphantly into the convention center and kicked in the door to the room hosting the “Fudanshi x Fujoshi: Finding the Perfect Boy who Loves Yaoi Almost as much as You do!” panel slash speed dating event.

“Oi! Artie! Guess who’s getting married!” Shrek bellowed. Everyone in the room hushed. Artie wanted to die and pretended not to hear. Shrek cleared his throat and shouted again, “Oi! Artie! Guess who’s getting GAY married!”

Then everybody clapped.

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translations-by-aiimee · 2 years

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Dig a Grave to Dig Out a Ghost - Chapter 40

Original Title: 挖坟挖出鬼

Genres: Drama, Horror, Mystery, Supernatural, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 40

(T/N: This chapter was so sad omg. I translated this with tears in my eyes so I hope you enjoy)

"That's great, that's great!" The older woman rubbed her hands together. She pushed Lin Yan onto the chair, rambling off a long list of things, and Lin Yan finally understood what he needed to do.

In Room 607 of the Cardiovascular Ward, a blind elderly widower named Liang had been hospitalized with heart failure and had been in a coma for more than two weeks. The old man was in a very bad financial situation and was barely able to maintain his treatment with money from different charities. Previously, his partner came to the hospital every day to take care of him, but the several days of heavy rain put a serious strain on his partner's already poor health, and they died of a heart attack on the way to the hospital five days ago. Since then, the patient was cared for by a community volunteer organization on a rotating basis.

"Young man, when you arrived, the uncle just woke up and was in need of someone. I was in a hurry, so I took you for a student who came to take care of the patient." The older woman said. "The patient in this room had a good relationship with his wife. If you know the news of his partner's passing, I'm afraid there's no avoiding it. Just pretend to be his partner. Give the man whatever he wants. Don't reveal anything."

Lin Yan forced a smile: "How can I pretend? Blind people can hear voices even if they can't see. Won't it be hard to not say anything at all?"

"Hey! His partner is mute and can't speak at all. When they were still alive, they would listen to Mr. Liang ramble on by himself. One had what the other didn't: One of them couldn't see and the other couldn't speak. Their relationship was very good. All the nurses looked envious." The older woman lowered her voice and leaned closer to Lin Yan. "The old man is still in good spirits. Just now, he asked to have some oranges. The doctor is anxious because most of those bedridden with long-term illnesses seem to have a sudden and unexplained improvement. It's only for a short while before his energy burns out and then that's that."

Lin Yan played with the small bag of oranges that the older woman had given him. He nodded and agreed. He stood at the door of the room, glancing in through the glass. He asked in a whisper: "He doesn't have any children? He looks older than my grandfather."

The older woman suddenly smiled ambiguously and made a silent gesture: "I told you to be quiet. Mr. Liang's partner was a man. We'd call him a clay rabbit* in our local dialect!"

*(T/N: 兔儿爷 is a clay rabbit used for the mid-autumn festival. It's also slang for a gay man)

Lin Yan reflexively jerked his head up and hurriedly turned his face to hide his expression.

"Tsk tsk, I heard that the two of them never got married their entire lives. They were often looked down upon when they were young. It's not easy. Once his partner left, he was left all alone."

"Wait to go in. Walk and pick up things slowly. The old man can't see, but his ears are sharp. Don't let him hear the movements of a young man." The older woman said with a look that indicated to him to get ready. She uneasily instructed: "Someone sick and groggy is less likely to recognize others. We can pretend for a day. The old man doesn't have much time left."

Lin Yan originally just wanted to leave after helping, but at this point, he was touched by the whole incident. He nodded and said seriously, "Don't worry, leave it to me."

There was a special "old person's smell" in the room. The smell of medicine, cotton cloth, faint dampness and old wooden furniture reminded Lin Yan of his grandfather's old house in the countryside. The room had been cleaned and tidied. On the bedside table was a white enamel jar with the words "Long Live Chairman Mao" next to an old green plastic thermos. An old black soft leather book was covered by a worn-out cattail-leaf fan. People have a bad memory when they get older and often rely on writing things down to remember them.

Other than that, there was nothing else on the table. He was old and frugal, and it was obvious that this patient's financial situation was very middle class.

An old man in his 70s was lying on a hospital bed. An oxygen tube was inserted into his left nostril. His wrinkled face was serene. His hands were folded on top of the covers. When he heard someone enter, he called softly, "Hong Sheng is here."

The old man did not turn his head when he spoke, looking straight ahead. Lin Yan observed it as he walked around the end of the bed. He had no signs of cataracts. Except for his lack of spirit, the old man's eyes looked the same as those of anyone else except for the fact that he had optic nerve problems and had been blind for a long time.

The sky outside the window was covered with cotton wool-like rain clouds. The whole room was grey and drizzly, the rain falling non-stop

Lin Yan didn't dare speak. He slowly pulled out a chair and sat down beside the hospital bed. He put the bag of oranges on the bedside table and picked up a large one.

"It sounds like it's going to rain for a while. Bring a raincoat when you come. Don't get wet."

Lin Yan nodded silently. His eyes circled around the room, resting on the back of the old man's bark-like hand. He waited.

The old man didn't expect to receive any response and went on talking to himself: "The bedsheets at home need to be dried. The heavy summer rain will get them mouldy in the house."

"Has the cat been fed? We've been stuck in the hospital every day. I don't know if it's hungry or has gotten thin."

"I seem to have slept for a long time, and I dreamed that you came to see me. Just like when you were young, you stood by my bed in that suit for a long time, not making a sound. So many nurses looked at you yet you didn't leave. The older you get, the less embarrassed you get."

There was a shy look on the old man's face. The wrinkled face seemed younger, the waxy yellow colour of his sickness had faded. It was probably the soul of his dead partner who came to say goodbye. Lin Yan felt like his heart was in a vice grip and his vision was growing misty. He turned his head and looked out the window.

After pouring some water for the old man, Lin Yan began to peel the orange, carefully plucking off the white veins of the orange slice. He collected the orange peel and placed them on the windowsill to dry and block out the room's smell. Lin Yan carefully brought an orange slice to the old man's mouth. The old man froze for a moment before he opened his mouth and took it. Because of his bad teeth, he slid the piece into his cheek and slowly chewed it.

"It's very sweet. You can still buy oranges this season."

He peeled the slices and handed them over one after another. The old man couldn't chew the thin skin around the orange slices, so Lin Yan carefully peeled it off. The old man was very obedient and ate slowly. Lin Yan felt that this morning was extraordinarily quiet and warm. He couldn't help but imagine an image of himself, decades from now, lying on a hospital bed, his own old lover hobbling in. He bought him a bag of oranges and sat next to the bed, peeling the oranges for him to eat. The years may have worsened his vision but not their companionship. . . Silent time shared together, silently looking out for each other. . .

Love should be like this. Two young and wild teenagers meet in the wilderness under the sun, one saying to the other: "Let's face this world together." So they walk together, hand in hand, through the long journey of life, seeing endless flowers blossoming and sceneries, laughing and complaining about each other all the way, but always supporting each other and never giving up. . . Until the faces of the beautiful young men were filled with wrinkles, their tall and straight figures bent over by the years, their elderly shadows dragged out by the setting sun. They can no longer walk, so they dress themselves in some clean clothes and lie in bed hand in hand. They say let's die, and then they die together, like a pair of geese returning from the south, following each other the whole way from the beginning to the end.

He didn't realize that his eyes were red again.

The ward was extraordinarily quiet. Only the regular sound of rain and the fresh scent of oranges remained. After eating a whole orange, Lin Yan took out the bag to grab another one. Hearing the rustling of the plastic bag, the old man suddenly spoke up and quietly said: "He's gone."

Lin Yan raised his head. He covered his mouth and didn't speak.

"Stop pretending. I've been with Hong Sheng all my life. You can hide it from others but not from me."

"Who are you?"

Lin Yan dejectedly put the orange back into the bag. He thought that he had done a flawless performance, and he hadn't spoken a word this whole time. How did he know?

"My name is Lin Yan." He whispered. "Your partner can't come for the next little bit so I'll be here to help you and come back in a few days."

The old man smiled calmly. He "looked" at the ceiling for a while, and slowly said: "Don't lie to me. I know that he's never coming back."

There really seemed to be some kind of sixth sense between lovers who had been together their entire lives. The old man turned his face towards him. He knew that he couldn't see, but Lin Yan still felt that two sharp eyes were fixed on his face. After a long silence, he finally relented and said: "How did you know?"

"I woke up and he didn't come. I found you pretending to be him, why else would you do that unless. . ." The old man said slowly. His face showed a strange calm in the gray light, like a pool of stagnant water. No great emotions and no sadness, as if he was just quietly stating a fact that had nothing to do with him. Lin Yan couldn't understand it. He always thought that there would be strong emotions like grief, pain, being unable to restrain themself and so on, but the silence in the room was alarming.

"Did he suffer? When he passed?" The old man said calmly.

"No." Lin Yan said. "I heard from the doctor that it was a sudden heart attack."

The old man was silent for a while. "I must have missed my time to go. He said that he would die after me, but in the end, he went before me." After he spoke, he smiled. Two streaks of cloudy tears flowed down his cheeks as he smiled.

Lin Yan was at a loss. He felt that he should say something to comfort him, but all words were in vain in the face of life and death, so he awkwardly grabbed the plastic bag and said, "Do you still want to eat some oranges? I'll help you peel them."

The moment was lonely and silent.

The old man didn't answer. He quietly lay back on the bed in a daze, and said after a while, "You can go. I'll be fine by myself."

Some sadness can only be endured and digested alone until it fully sinks in. Lin Yan tiptoed out of the room and gently closed the door. He put his ear against the door and listened for a while. The room was very quiet, as if there was no one staying there.

The next day, Weiwei was successfully discharged from the hospital and was taken home to recuperate. Yin Zhou helped to pack her things, while Lin Yan accompanied her father to go through the discharge formalities. After finishing, he returned to the room. Weiwei had changed out of the hospital gown. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs back and forth, slippers knocked on the bed rails as she did. Seeing Lin Yan enter, she turned her face away. Her father was a little embarrassed, and reminded her to thank Lin Yan. Weiwei just gave him a cold look and asked if the ring was still there.

Lin Yan was stunned for a moment, thinking of the box that had been crushed by Xiao Yu, and shook his head.

When Weiwei left with her bag on her back, she didn't look back once, and she didn't say another word to him. This story was over now.

Lin Yan still came to the hospital every day. He bought some fresh oranges when he passed by the supermarket, and headed directly to the old man's room in the ward on the sixth floor. The old man named Liang liked him very much, and, after slowly accepting the news of his partner's death, he began to chat with Lin Yan. Lin Yan felt that the old man's health was improving. After a ward round, he chased the doctor out to ask about his condition. The doctor took off his mask and asked Are you a family member? Prepare a funeral for the old man.

Lin Yan was a little lost. He walked into the room and tried to smile. He told the old man that the doctor said that he was recovering well and should be discharged soon.

The old man was very quiet that day. Lin Yan tucked in the blanket for him. When he was about to leave, the old man suddenly stopped him. He was facing the window behind Lin Yan with a tired face as if he was carefully listening to the sound of the rain. He said softly: "If you're not in a hurry, sit down a little longer and I'll tell you about Hong Sheng."

Memories were like old photos, stained with a dull brownish-yellow by time. The old man's name was Liang Qing. He was born blind and was abandoned by his biological parents at the gate of an orphanage. When he was eleven years old, the old orphanage director saw that no one would adopt him and sent him to a school for the deaf in the town to learn Braille. It was called a school for the deaf, but it actually brought together many disabled children; mentally handicapped, blind, autistic, and deformed 'unable to jump and run like others' children gathered here to express and communicate in different ways, isolated from the world. Without discrimination or exclusion, they licked each other's wounds, proving warmth and hugs to each other.

Liang Qing was an introverted kid who liked to sit on the only swing at school and contemplate the colours of the sunset. Although he had never really seen colour. To him, the world was nothing more than day after day of darkness, until a man named Zhang Hong Sheng appeared.

Hong Sheng was a new young teacher hired by the school. He was gentle and handsome. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and always smiled softly at the children. He was born unable to speak, but he was proficient in sign language and Braille and he had read a lot of books. Seeing that Liang Qing didn't like talking to people, he looked for opportunities to approach him, trying to bring this child out of solitude.

He showed Liang Qing many stories in Braille. Liang Qing said that Hong Sheng was his eyes and he was Hong Sheng's voice.

In the third year since Hong Sheng came to the school, they were together. They sneak around, carefully avoiding everyone's eyes, using their incomplete bodies to indulge in complete love and subtle sweetness, until one day, after class, the principal passed by the classroom and accidentally bumped into the two kissing. Unexpectedly, Hong Sheng was expelled for his misconduct, and Liang Qing chose to drop out of school.

"That year I was sixteen and Hong Sheng was twenty-four. We didn't have any relatives, so we simply rented a house and lived together. Because of his affair with a student, and a male student at that, there was no school willing to hire Hong Sheng again. We were very poor. The house often leaked and we slept on planks he picked up because we couldn't afford a bed. One meal often had to be slipt up to make three meals. He said that he had to support me. He worked wherever he could, collecting scrap, picking up garbage, doing the most tiring and hardest work. He earned so little but never let me help. One time I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I secretly went out to find someone to teach me how to massage. He couldn’t find me when he got home. He was so worried that he went from house to house, knocking on every door."

The old man gently closed his eyes and immersed himself in the memories of the past. "When he found the store, he saw me washing feet with my master and he dragged me out without saying a word. It was New Year's Eve and it was especially cold. I was afraid that he would get angry. I was shivering from the cold, crying while I walked. No amount of coaxing from Hong Sheng worked. So, with all the money he had on him, he bought me a bag of oranges."

"Candied oranges are expensive in winter, but he didn't want to eat any of them."

"He kept asking me to tell others that I was his younger brother, but no matter how well we concealed it, the neighbours still found out. When we went out, the children threw stones at us. They gathered on the side of the road and called us clay rabbits, Hong Sheng was never confrontational but he would fight to the death for me. People would scold me and he couldn't speak, but sweat would drip down. When I touched him, my hand would get wet, covered with sweat and blood, and even now there's a long scar."

"I don't know how I got through it now, but at that time, no matter how hard it was, I was really happy. I was happy from the bottom of my heart. After we closed the door, nothing that had happened outside mattered anymore. He made congee and gave me rice to eat. He thought I couldn't see it, but I could hear it."

"He would take my hand in bed and write in the palm of my hand, saying he wanted to live like this for the rest of his life."

"I laughed at him and told him how long his life would be. If things got boring, he'd be gone in a hurry. He had to be serious with me."

"Afterwards, life got better. We were able to have enough to eat, and no one was chasing and harassing us when we went out. We both lived and lived and, before we knew it, we grew old." A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth, as if his young lover was still standing in front of him and had never left. "A lifetime is actually quite short. It's not forever, it'll be over in a hurry."

"He always said that he would die after me. If he died first, he was afraid that no one would take care of me." The old man raised his head and whispered into the air. "Hong Sheng, don't think that I won't take it personally if you only lie to me once in your life. I'll deal with you when I get down there, we're not done yet."

The old man spoke quietly. Lin Yan listened silently, his hands shaking slightly. He lost his grip on an orange and it rolled to the ground.

Without asking about the cause of the noise, the old man continued: "Do you know how I guessed you weren't him the day you arrived?"

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lefinohohohohon · 7 years

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Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya

A SPUK romance

A/N: as much as I can tolerate and respect the SPUK yaoi and for some odd reason I really do like their pairings in yaoi, this is not a yaoi, you yaoi-ing what I said?

P.S This was on my drive and I just happen to stumble on it, I forgot what year. I’m just surprised I can wright some sensual stuff!- 05/04/17 =============================================================

The sea breeze gently passed her hat making the feathers on it swayed to where the winds wanted to go, her red velvet navy cloak fluttered at her back as she gaze on the calm rocking of the sea waves, Isabelle Fernandez Carriedo also known as the Kingdom of Spain was set out in the sea yet again but this time , she isn’t on an adventure to find a new colony, she was sailing back to her place to settle a rising problem in the European power.

Francis or as he was known throughout the world as France has yet again managed to pissed off a certain British Empire from across him, Arthur Kirkland isn’t any ordinary empire in the Europe, with his bands of sea dogs lurking in the sea, he can easily conquer others colony in a split of an eye, and that’s one reason why she-Spain is going back to the Peninsula to be an ally of France-though she is having second thoughts with allying to Francis, but after knowing that their bosses were related to each other the papers had been process and everything is done in the ‘treaty’, Isabelle has no other choice but to leave her young colonies at the hands of her eldest son ‘Nueva España’ Romano could handle himself with Belgium helping him, sighing Spain flipped a bunch of strayed bangs off her face before she took off her three-pointed captain hat off, she walked back to her quarters to rest for a bit, it will take about 5 hours before they could dock at the nearest port at her place.

Hands on her knob to her chambers, she suddenly halted her action when she had heard her crew men's yell from the crow’s nest

“Inglaterra!”

quickly her men started to prepare to attack the English pirate ship,swords unsheathed and rase waiting for the enemy to make their move, what Spain hadn’t expect was England swaying in her ship sword raise, rope thrown from his ship for him to sway towards hers alone and stopping at the railings of her ship

“A pleasant morning to you wankers!”England smugly said to the Spanish crew, scanning the wooden deck of his enemy when his emerald eyes landed on the same emerald eyes he was looking, he sheathed his sword back to his belt and propped down on the deck making his way towards the captain of the ship, Spain’s crew was ready to stab the foolish Englishman’s back when they felt that one by one the english pirate henchmen started to board the ship as well.

Casually Arthur strode towards where Isabelle stood-right in front of her chambers,

“What a lovely day to see you love” Arthur sarcastically said, taking his captain’s hat off and bowing to the lady in front of him, of course though they were enemies, he couldn’t be rude to a lady now can he? he was after all a gentleman-pirate. He lifted his head up and propped back his hat on his shaggy golden locks smiling in front of his long rival

“what is so lovely in the morning when you are here Inglaterra?” Spain pointed the tip of her bladed axe on England, eyeing him warily “you are not welcome here, but if you wanted to lose badly, you are welcome aboard” Isabelle smirked seductively towards him, and it took Arthur all his might not to grab her ravishing her in front of anyone without a care, red was the most befitting color to her, it made her look alluring -no not alluring that was something to France he sincerely thought, and Arthur almost gagged at himself for even thinking Francis was ‘alluring’ in someway! Isabelle was alluring-yes! but Arthur thought other wise, Red is her color for her passion for everything and anything including him being captivated by those reds of hers, he continued to fantasies but smacked himself internally when he realize what he was thinking, God he was losing himself on his own desire, he should focus more at ruining the Spaniard not her ruining his mind, he looked back at her, the tip of the deadly halberd was enough to make him hold back and instead smirk at her, he just have to make her eat her words

“do you really think you could beat me Spain? with this silly pirate crew of yours! albeit in mere seconds I can crash this ship” he taunted making the female sneered at him

“Let see about that!” Spain launched forward to England and not millisecond later their crew followed their action.

Clashing and slashing were heard on the spanish ship, men from both sides groaned as they fought for their country, Arthur continued to press Isabelle further whilst evading that deadly halberd he still couldn’t put on his head how a woman like her could managed to carry that.

the smirk he had been carrying on his smug face had completely left his face as he found himself a moment later trapped between the axe on his throat and his back press against the railings of the ship “who’s laughing now Inglaterra?” Isabelle smugly sneered at him, for a moment Arthur felt helpless,he didn’t expect for this to happen and yet he is stuck in this situation, he was ready to face his fate when he saw an opportunity to escape and probably win this impromptu- attack, grinning he looked back to his men and shouted

“Ready a boat and retreat!”

Isabelle was a bit befuddled at Arthur’s orders ‘Ready a boat and retreat? what does that mean-!’ her trance of thoughts was immediately cut off when she realize what England had planned, leaning back to the railings, Arthur held his sword with his other hand as he encircled it also around the slim waist of Spain bringing her closer to his body,

“hope you can swim love, were going diving today!” and thus he push their bodies off the railing falling in the deep blue ocean head first. Spain struggled to get away from England but her struggling had done nothing, they continued to sink further down the sea, her sight blacking as her breath was gone, the only thing Isabelle could think of wasn’t her own kingdom nor what punishment she will received from her boss by shaming their Spanish Armada-no none of that really came into her mind, what worried her the most is her colonies

“mi niños, be safe”

oOo

she was conscious yet she could only see darkness with his eyes, she could hear everything yet she felt alone, she could feel her body but it didn’t move

‘where am I?’ she thought anxiously, she couldn't remember anything that had happened before and after the attack of the bushy browed empire then realization struck her, England was with her, he had dragged her off the railings of her ship and dive into the sea with him, gritting her teeth, she tried to move her body once more to find and murder that English bastard after what he had done to her, oh he will pay, he will definitely pay when she got out of this ropes-wait ropes?!

Spain wriggled her arms at her back to find them tied up in ropes, eyes becoming huge as a saucer, she glance down to her legs to find them also tied up, gasping she tried to push herself up but only ended up slumping back to the hard cemented wall, air was knock-out off her after she had done that, craning her neck she found herself staring at a short chain stuck in the wall, she followed where the chain had started and ended, brows furrowed and teeth gritting she could not believe the situation she was in, she was the one chained up on the neck in the wall like an animal!

furious she tried to pull off the chain but nothing came undone, only the clinking and rustling of the chains and occasional swearing was the noise in the small room she was in, she continued to pull the chains not realizing that someone had entered her darkened room

“Well, isn’t it nice you're awake? I was beginning to worry you wouldn’t wake up” a british voice said from behind Isabelle, she spun around to meet the bushy browed empire himself and she sneered at him

“INGLATERRA! GET ME OFF OF THIS CHAINS!” She stood , hands balled into a fist, eyes blazing like hell as she was ready to gave him the beating of the century, she wanted to punch him, poke his eyes out till they bled and make him bleed like the red on his flag, she wanted him to beg for mercy after what he had done to her, but everything she wanted to do was suddenly impossible when the chains and ropes binding her body pulled her back to slump hard to the wall

“now, now Spain, that’s not a proper way to greet your host” he grinned making the Spaniard detest him more, he walked closer to her but not too close for the Spaniard to take a chance to punch him, he couldn’t believe he had the Spanish Empire on his, like a stow away slave, he chuckled more

“When I get out of here, Inglaterra, I swear you wished you didn’t cross paths with me”

Spain threatened, but England merely laughed at her threats, bending down to Isabelle��s face, he gave her a toothy smirk, reaching out his hand, he made a move to grab the her chin but abruptly stop “I’ll bite you, don’t test me Inglaterra, you know what I can do” Isabelle warned not liking the idea of the English dog touching her, England ‘tsk’ but still grabbed hold of her face not minding her threats

‘what does it matter if she bit me? I have her anyway!’ he thought inwardly a smile crossing his face before it broke into a fit of laughter, his emerald eyes lock with hers

“That is if you can escape Spain” he chuckled darkly before tugging the chains on her neck pulling her close to his face, though she had been locked up for about a week now, he could still smell the rich perfume she wore, and it made him think otherwise ‘I think I’ll be the one biting on to her’ he thought lustfully and shook off the thoughts before he gets too distracted

“you see, I have you on the neck, tied and locked up in this dungeon, what can you do?” he taunted

“don’t underestimate my empire Arthur, I have my colonies and soon mi niños will be looking for me”

again Arthur laughed , he laughed harder this time as he had clutched his stomach unable to control himself, he looked back at Isabelle with disbelief and for a moment Isabelle was also confused, ‘why was Arthur laughing? there was nothing funny to what I said’ she thought, she looked up at the British asking a soundless question “I know what you’re thinking love, but let me ask you one thing” he began and pulled the chain again that had fallen from his hand, he played with it before looking to her fiery green “how long do you think you had been unconscious huh?”

the question made Isabelle gaped and stutter as she answers “a-a day”

“a week! not a day a week from the day we clashed into the sea on your way back”

“Q-Que?!” Spain couldn’t believe what she just heard ,she had been out for a week now?! how can that be possible, how is it possible that her boss hadn't done anything to find her and her

“mi niños!” she shouted after realizing what could happen to her children, she looked back to the Englishman who can’t keep the smirk on his face hidden

“My children, Inglaterra! what did you do to my children?” she accusingly said to Arthur who just shrugged his shoulder and stood to his full height “don’t worry about your little kids so much, you should worry about yourself fi-” “Where are my children!!” she cut him off and it made Arthur cringe for a bit, he has to remember Spain is the most attached to her children and she would do What God knows if she found out someone had harmed them.

sighing he made his way back to the door, he had enough pissing off the Spanish woman for the time being “Arthur! Mi niños! did you not understand what I said? My children Arthur! where are the-” “I know very bloody hell what you had said woman!” he shouted back

“then where are they?!” Isabelle shouted again, England leaned on the frame of the door crossing his arms over his chest before speaking

“as much as I don’t want to admit it, your children is keeping a good fight… though I would say that it wouldn’t last long” he mumbled the last part and craned his neck to look at the tied spaniard, she had a relieved look and he hated it when he couldn’t torment the spaniard, he grit his teeth before smirking “but I wouldn’t say for your other colonies”

“w-what do you mean?”

Arthur smiled, he could feel the Spaniards fear, he could smell his victory now and what beautiful ways to torment Isabelle Fernandez Carriedo than to let her know that someone had took her precious children, Arthur spun around to fully face the Spaniard the smug look never leaving his face

“Your Asian colony is now under my rule” and he left closing the door shut with a still stunned woman on the floor, Isabelle didn't knew how long she stared at the door with tears falling into her face,

she had to get out, she had to get out no matter the cost

“wait for mi ni niños, I’ll be back”

end

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The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 30

Original Title: 二哈和他的白猫师尊

Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 30 - This Venerable One Doesn't Want to Eat Tofu

"Hey, hey, did you hear? Elder Yuheng violated the sect rules. As punishment, he has to kneel in Yanluo Hall for three days."

In the morning class the next day, the disciples gathered on the Platform of Righteousness and Evil to practice and meditate. In the end, they are all teenagers and 20-year-olds, and they couldn't just do as they were told. If a master wasn't paying attention, they'll start whispering and gossiping.

The news that Chu Wanning had been punished quickly spread.

The disciples who witnessed the beating yesterday were not shy about sharing the gossip with others.

"Wow, why are you guys finding out about it so late? Oh . . . So yesterday Elder Lucun took you up the mountain to collect night dew flowers? Well then - you guys really missed out on a lot! Yesterday evening, in the Qingtian Temple, there was flesh and blood flying everywhere. It was horrible. Elder Yuheng was beaten with more than two hundred strikes! More than two hundred strikes! Not a single one missed! There was no mercy!"

The disciple made a particularly exaggerated expression every time he said a new sentence. No need to mention the show he was putting on for all his junior brothers and sisters surrounding him.

"Do you actually count all two hundred strikes? Even a big man could be killed, not to mention Elder Yuheng. He couldn't stand it and passed out. This made our young master mad. He rushed in and fought with Elder Jielu. He said not to lay another finger on Elder Yuheng. Ah, that scene—"

His facial features were wrinkled up like a steamed bun. He squeezed his eyebrows. Finally, he stretched out a finger, swaying from side to side, and summed it up in three words:

"Tsk tsk task."

Immediately, a younger sister disciple paled: "What! Elder Yuheng fainted?"

"Young Master and Elder Jielu got into a fight?"

"It's no wonder I didn't see Elder Yuheng in this morning class . . . so pitiful . . . what crime did he commit?"

"I heard that he beat a civilian in a fit of rage."

". . ."

Such gossips drifted into Xue Meng's ears from time to time. Life-Death Peak's young master had completely inherited his shizun's temper, so he was very irritable. It was unfortunate that more than one person was gossiping about this. There were groups all over the Platform of Righteousness and Evil, all muttering "Elder Yuheng was punished" and so on. It made him feel so irritated, but there was nothing he could do.

In one corner was Xue Meng, veins bulging on his forehead, and in the other was Mo Ran, unable to stop yawning.

Xue Meng couldn't direct his anger anywhere else, so he viciously spat at Mo Ran: "The plan of the day relies on the morning. You dog, you're so lazy in the morning! What has Shizun been teaching you?"

"Huh?" Mo Ran said with sleepy eyes followed by another big yawn. "Xue Meng, that's enough. I can handle Shizun's lecturing. Who do you think you are? I'm your cousin. Behave yourself when you talk with your cousin. Don't be so rude."

Xue Meng said fiercely: "My cousin is a dog. Be whatever you want to be!"

Mo Ran laughed: "You're so mean. If you don't look out for your elder sect brother, think about how disappointed Shizun will be once he finds out."

"You still have the audacity to mention Shizun! Let me ask you, when he went to the Court of Discipline yesterday, why didn't you stop him?"

"MengMeng, he's a shizun. Yuheng of the Evening Sky, Beidou Immortal. What did you want me to do?"

Xue Meng was furious. He drew his sword, his sharp eyebrows furrowed angrily: "What the hell did you call me?!!!"

Mo Ran's grin stretched from ear to ear: "Be good, MengMeng. Sit down."

Xue Meng bellowed: "Mo Weiyu, I'll kill you!!"

Shi Mei was caught between the two, listening to their daily bickering. He couldn't help sighing. He silently held the edge of his forehead, trying to concentrate on reading his book: "The sun and the moon are poured in the pot* when the spiritual core is first formed. The way of heaven cannot be interpreted, and life and death are involved in the process. . ."

*(T/N: 日月壶中灌 - referring to the Daoist practice of leisurely inactiveness)

Three days passed in the blink of an eye and Chu Wanning's period of reflection came to an end.

According to the rules, the next thing he had to face was a three-month grounding period. During this period of time, he could not leave Life-Death Peak and needed to go to Mengpo Hall to do miscellaneous chores, clean the corridor pillars of Naihe Bridge, sweep the steps in front of the mountain gate, and so on.

Elder Jielu was anxious: "Elder Yuheng, to be honest, I don't think you should do these things. You are the best shizun of your generation. Doing this kind of dishwashing and floor cleaning . . . it feels wrong." He trailed off, leaving half the sentence unsaid --

The main reason is that the old man doubts whether you can even sweep floors, cook and wash clothes!

Chu Wanning didn't doubt himself at all and went to report to Mengpo Hall in an orderly manner.

All of Mengpo Hall, from the chief steward to the servant, was shocked to hear that Chu Waning was coming to do hard labour. They were terrified, as if they were approaching the enemy.

Chu Wanning, dressed in white, arrived in a flutter.

His handsome face was cold and calm, completely expressionless. If you added an auspicious cloud under his feet and a whisk between his arms, he would've looked like the picture-perfect immortal.

Manager Meng Potang felt very ashamed and uneasy. He was actually supposed to make such a beautiful man wash vegetables and cook.

Chu Wanning didn't have the self-image of being a beautiful man. He stepped into the kitchen and coldly swept his gaze over the crowd, who couldn't help but take a step back.

". . ." Chu Wanning was straightforward. "What should I do?"

The chief steward coyly pinched the edge of his hem and thought about what he should say. He cautiously went with: "How does this elder feel about washing vegetables?"

Chu Wanning said: "Okay."

The chief steward was greatly relieved. He originally thought that Chu Wanning led a very pampered life. He might be reluctant to do this kind of labour, however, all the other jobs were either dirty and tiring or required some skill. He was worried that Chu Wanning wouldn't be able to do a good job. Since Chu Wanning easily agreed to wash the vegetables, he didn't need to worry about it.

As it turns out, the chief steward was really naive.

There was a clear stream in front of Mengpo Hall. Chu Wanning went to the stream with a basket of green vegetables. He rolled up his sleeves and began to wash the vegetables.

This area is under the jurisdiction of Elder Xuanji. Occasionally a disciple of the Xuanji sect passed by. He saw Chu Wanning actually washing vegetables and was so scared that he couldn’t even get a word out. He rubbed his eyes three or four times to make sure he wasn't seeing things. He said in astonishment: "Elder Yu-Yuheng -- good-good morning."

Chu Wanning raised his eyes: "Good morning."

Elder Xuanji's disciples shivered and fled.

". . ."

Chu Wanning didn't bother to talk with them and continued with his business. He broke the leaves, washed them, and threw them back into the basket.

He washed them very carefully. He broke each vegetable leaf apart, repeatedly brushing them thoroughly. The consequence of that was -- come noon, the basket of vegetables still hadn't been washed.

The man waiting in the dining room was anxious, pacing around in circles: "What should we do? Why hasn't the elder come back yet? If he doesn't come back with the vegetables, how are we going to make the stir-fried beef and vegetables?"

The chief steward looked at the sun and said: "Forget it. Hurry, let's replace it with braised beef."

So, when Chu Wanning returned, Mengpo Hall had already served the beef. The stew was so crispy and flavourful that there was no need for vegetables at all. Chu Wanning frowned. He held his vegetables, rather unhappily, and coldly asked: "If you didn't want the vegetables, why did you make me wash them?"

The chief steward's hairs stood on end. He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his handkerchief and said something that he regretted: "That's not it. I was thinking you could make a pot of stewed tofu with vegetables?"

Chu Wanning had no expression. Still holding his vegetables, he tilted his head and pondered silently: ". . ."

The chief steward hurriedly said: "If you don't want to, that's alright--"

He hadn't even finished speaking before Chu Wanning asked: "Where is the tofu?"

Chief Steward: ". . ."

"Elder Yuheng, do you . . . know how to cook?"

Chu Wanning said: "I'm not completely ignorant. I'll give it a try."

At noon that day, all the disciples happily entered Mengpo Hall as usual in groups, looking for somewhere to sit. Then, they headed to the counter to get their food served.

There was no shortage of food on Life-Death Peak. The food had always been plentiful and today was no exception.

The braised beef was fatty and lean, the fish shreds were vibrant and rich, the farmhouse pork was golden and crispy, and the chopped pepper fish was red and tempting. The disciples rushed to grab their favourite foods, lining up around the hall, asking the chef to add a spoonful of sweet and sour pork ribs to them, pour some marinade on the rice, or add some spicy sauce.

The ones who always made it to the front of the line first were Elder Lucun's disciples. The little guy at the head of the line had a big pimple on his nose. All he had on his mind was some Mapo Tofu. He skillfully carried the wooden tray to the last counter without raising his eyes and said: "Shizun, I'd like a bowl of tofu."

The shizun, with pale, slender fingers, handed him a plate full of tofu.

However, it wasn't the Mapo Tofu he was familiar with. Instead, it was a plate of strange food with a charred black colour and indistinguishable ingredients.

The disciple was surprised: "What is that?"

"Tofu boiled with bok choy."

Mengpo Hall was full of people, so the disciple didn't pay attention to answering the other person's voice. He said angrily: "Are you an alchemist? Can you even call this tofu with vegetables? I don't want it. Take it back!"

While cursing, he glared at the shizun there. As a result, when he saw the person standing behind the counter, the disciple screamed in fright and almost knocked the tray over.

"Elder Yu-Yuheng!"

"Hmm."

The disciple was on the verge of tears: "No, that's not what I - I didn't mean that just now. I. . ."

"Since you're not eating it, I'll take it back." Chu Wanning said blankly, "Don't waste it."

The disciple stiffly picked up the plate, handed it to Chu Wanning then left with his tail between his legs.

In a short while, everyone knew that Elder Yuheng was standing at the last counter, so the originally lively Mengpo Hall was suddenly silent.

The disciples lined up like a pack of puppies, and they hurriedly grabbed their food, panicked. They went up to the last counter respectfully, greeted the elder, and stumbled away.

"Hello, Elder Yuheng."

"Mmm."

"Good day, Elder Yuheng."

"Good day."

"Elder Yuheng has worked really hard."

". . ."

The disciples were very disciplined and were acting with an abundance of caution, so Chu Wanning accepted the tense greetings from each disciple, but no one dared try his pot of boiled tofu with green vegetables.

Slowly, the line was getting shorter and the food in front of other shizuns was almost gone. Only Chu Wanning still had a pot full of food. The pot of vegetables was completely cold and untouched.

Chu Wanning's face didn't waver, but his heart was conflicted. He had washed them all morning. . .

At that point, his three disciples showed up. Xue Meng was still in silver-blue light armour, refreshing getup. He bounced over with excitement: "Shizun! How are you? Does your wound hurt?"

Chu Wanning was very calm: "It doesn't hurt."

Xue Meng: "Well, that's good."

Chu Wanning glanced at him and suddenly asked: "Do you eat tofu?"

Xue Meng: ". . ."

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Red 2

Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya

A SPUK romance

A/N: as much as I can tolerate and respect the SPUK yaoi and for some odd reason I really do like their pairings in yaoi, this is not a yaoi, you yaoi-ing what I said?

Arthur had kept the Spanish Empire for about a month now and every time he would visit her to piss her off, it was the other way around, it was becoming a routine to him now, he would go and try to piss her off but then she would start inquiring about her sons specifically the children he had took while she was unconscious, Isabelle wouldn’t stop asking him

‘how are they?’

‘their fin-’

‘Are they alright? are you feeding them? or better don’t try to feed them your food!’ “what?’

‘are they praying everyday before and after meals after they woke up or sleep?’ ‘I-I don’t know-’

and their conversation will continue until England had enough and would walk out the room pissed between the two of them. Now Arthur just stood on the upper deck letting the strong sea breeze swayed the feather on his hat as he try to cool his head off, he closed his eyes trying to calm down and even relax for a bit, he needed some time alone too, it had been a long time since he had time for himself to relax and enjoy and it had been a long time since he had a company of a woman… in his bed, groaning, Arthur tried not to imagine the Spaniard on his ship as she was a prisoner as he reminded him, she is his Spanish prisoner who happens to be the only woman on board and has been locked up in his quarters with her messed up clothes halfway open on her chest, her luscious red lips look tempting to his pulling him closer to them, he wanted to lock his on hers leaning closer to intensify their proximity, Arthur pouted his lips to reach hers and finally he had reached it…

“ohohohohohon~ I did not know you are into kissing now Angleterre, I am flattered!”

...or so he thought, upon hearing that voice, he opened his eyes wide to see a certain French frog close to him-too close for his likings giggling and blushing,he looked down to see his lips had met his cheeks and quickly he withdraw smudging his lips with his gloved hands to wipe off any remnants from France

“you frog! how did-when did! WHY AM I KISSING YOU?!”

Arthur lashed with knitted eyebrows throwing daggers at France who seems unfazed by the Brits sudden outburst upon seeing him, he flipped a bunch of long golden hair out of his face and pulled out a rose out of nowhere bringing it close to his face “I z’ould ask you zat Angleterre, it was quite weird with you doing z’at in z’e air while I was walking to you but…” he paused then looked back at the Brit scanning him before shrugging

“ every z’ing with you is weird anyway, no?~” he winked and offered the rose to Arthur, who hesitantly took the rose off the frenchman as this was ‘his’ national flower,

“shut up” he mumbled while playing with the flower at his hands ‘I could give this to her later’ he thought before looking back at his long time Frenemy leaning also to the railings “so, why are you here frog? Finally admitting I am better than you?” he taunted pissing off the French

“non, and z’at will never ‘appened you silly country” Francis chuckled pinching Arthur’s cheeks while smiling then as quickly his mood change from a smiling face it turned to serious in a matter of seconds, he looked Arthur dead on with his hands still on the Brit’s cheeks still pinching it but Arthur thought his trying to ripped his cheeks out

“I am ‘ere because you have zomething z’at I am looking for or razher zomeone I am looking for Angleterre”

“I womwt knw vwhat yer tlking” England answered with muffled language “Quie?”

he swatted Francis’s hands off of his cheeks and rubbed the abuse area with his other hand that didn’t hold the rose

“I said I don’t know what you’re talking about and why would you pinch my cheeks? feeling old already like a grandmother?” he taunted and he regretted it after when France pinch his other cheeks with much vigour “ohohohon, as much as I like to bicker with you ‘black sheep’ I wouldn’t, now tell big brother Francis where you hid her”

“Her? who do you mean her?” he furrowed his huge brows “I don’t have any of your lady friends here if you're talking about the-” “Espagne!”

Arthur was taken aback by Francis suddenly shouting, normally the Frog wouldn’t shout and he rarely very rarely shout at anything “Where’s Espagne?!”

Francis repeated more loudly than last time, for a moment Arthur assessed the situation he was in, he thought of many things of how Francis would have known where Spain was...unless France was bluffing of knowing he had her, smirking he crossed his arms over his chest and cocked an eyebrow at him “that was a smart move” Arthur praised but he was smarter than the French frog “Spain... she’s missing?!” he faked gasping as if shocked with the knowledge he already knew

“because you attack ‘er a few months ago!” France explained to him

“I did! but I don’t know where she went! she escaped me when we dove down the sea” Arthur depended expertly even raising his hands to emphasizes he didn’t know ‘there is no way Francis could bluff me out to tell him the truth’ Arthur thought…

“Stop lying already Arthur! I know you ‘ave ‘er!”

“I am not lying! if I am bloody lying show some proofs I have her-!” he cut his sentence short as Francis showed him a bunch of letters rolled up neatly, he could see a familiar handwriting on them and all he could do was swallow the lump on his throat, he had been caught, Francis wasn’t bluffing and there are good evidence right in front of his eyes, the only question lurking on his mind now was

“where did you get those letters?” he asked continuing to look at the awful evidence in front of him as his mind race to different possibilities of how Frenchy pants got hold of those

‘Spain couldn’t happen to be the one to send them, how could she? No! that was impossible, she was tied up in my room-wait my Room! I have inks and papers down there and even a dagger...’ now it struck him! Arthur had concluded himself that the letters France was holding isn’t a forge letter to bluff him, it was a letter that Spain had managed to write on her own and send to France “but how?” he thought outloud absentmindedly and on his head someone is going to be punished for this if he found out who had traitored him

“zhe turtles’ Francis answered for him making the Brit look back at him “The ‘what’?’ he asked not believing what he had just heard, Francis placed back the letters Spain had wrote to his naval coat before answering he had a sneering face as he talked back

“zhe turtles, zhey are attracted to ‘er, i don’t know ‘ow she managed to do it but, zhe turtles’ad bought me zhis letters telling me you ‘ave ‘er”

Arthur froze on his place as the words had sink into him now, he spun his head avoiding to look at his quarters for the thought Francis might find out he had kept Isabelle there, he clicked his tongue with a ‘tsk’ before looking back to France now with a smirk ‘He still doesn’t know where Spain is’ he thought and it made him grin at that thought, clicking his fingers on the hardwood railings of the ship, he grin sickly towards France

“alright you caught me frog”

“oui, now tell me where you kept Isabelle”

“She’s not in here” he quickly crashed Francis’s hope “Quie? b-but I thought y-you”

“I sailed her back to my lands, so none of you could take her that easily”

Arthur started then walked past his frenemy going down the upper deck of the ship “and why are you so concern for Spain anyway?” he asked, he wanted to find out why Francis was so bothered with Spain missing besides their alliances, for all he know the wine loving country would even fight her off to get one of the Spaniard’s colonies like Romano for instance! and it seems strange for Arthur to find France really serious, ‘They couldn’t be...could they?’ he asked himself again ‘they couldn’t have a relationship of more than an alliance with each other that would be..’ then he trailed off thinking again what he would really feel but then a smile broke to his face

“you two have a special relationship don’t you?” he asked Francis who was a bit depressed after finding out the country he was looking for wasn’t in the place he had expected, the question pierced his ears and he quickly spun around looking at the British pirate as if he had lost his mind, he raised one eyebrow at Arthur before speaking

“Angleterre, are you out of your mind? of course I have a special relationship with ‘er!” he proudly said as if it was already obvious to the world, and Arthur couldn’t contain his excitement, not only would he be able to torment the Spaniard but also France who happens to be the lover of Carriedo, then everything came crashing down on him

“I am ‘er big brother France after all, we were raised togezher by Grandpapi Rome! of course I would be concern for moi sister, no?..eh? Angleterre?”

When Francis had stopped talking, he finds himself speaking to no one and four of Arthur’s men had started to tie him up bringing him back to his own ship, how France managed to get into his ship without being noticed by his crewmen is still a mystery to him and he would rather send him back to his french ship rather than have him as a ransom, he would die first from annoyance before he could get revenge from France but not to Spain, he still had to settle something with the Spaniard and he couldn’t wait till he saw her face with what his planning for her, Grinning evilly, Arthur had ordered everyone to not disturb him in his quarters under no alarming circumstances and everyone obeyed his orders, he went back to his quarters and open it silently to find Isabelle with her hands untied with the rope he had thought was uncut, his shadow fell upon the Spanish woman’s body and quickly Isabelle spun around gasping realizing England had found out she was no longer binded to the ropes

“Well aren’t you a smart little lass, sending those letters to Frog-breath” he taunted walking slowly towards hers and all Spain could do was look at his nearing form, she knew she’s going to be in trouble and it's not going to end in her favour, she looked at the ground only to find a pair of boots had stopped in front of her and she dared not to look up, she heard a chuckling and it only made her nerves more anxious

Arthur bent down to her level and pulled Spain’s chin towards him the chain on her neck is the only thing hindering Arthur to further pull her into him, he bared her his glaring eyes as he spoke “I think I need to teach you a lesson about misbehaving” he grinned bringing his face closer to Isabelle, he placed his mouth near her earlobe with husk voice full of lust before nibbling it

“and I hope you like the color of red, because you’ll be seeing that when I’m done with you~”

End of Red Part 2

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