to love is to hate

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Hes eyes were as red as the blood in his heart, now his amber  heart is just coal and wilted wild flowers and old honey suckle.
Once beautful, now rotten to its very core like an apple was once was when it was good to eat.

                         Martial was at a meeting with his allied god brothers and siblings, all doing plans on the next move, he looked at his computer screen, the whole thing being vertual due to the rough and messy schedules they all had, but everyone still looked professional, only difference being some of their feathers darkened by slightly, It being the war phase of the flags, martials eyes remaining dark and empty as he listened to the discussion, all until someone entered the room.

Martial looked up from his seat, slamming his fists into the polished wooden desk, creating a slight dent
"WHAT DO YOU WANT"
He screamed as he glared and scowled as his ex husband, who merely stared at him back, an ocean of unidentifiable emotions swirling within his ruby red pupil, look to far deep and you could drown.

His silence only made Martials anger and oure hate for the man, russis and bel stared at him through the screen in surprise, they had heard the news but didnt expect their brother to become a completley new person in the koreans presence, martial only balling his fists tighter, nails breaking the skin of his palms as he gave the other a dark glare, his black and golden sun eye could be enough to suffocate you in a cloudless storm of pure and raw emotion, painful, but to North, he could never look away when he stared into those eyes of his, this not being an exception
"Martial i--"
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT YOU FILTHY FUCKING COWARD"
Martial shreiked in a pure fit of rage, north didnt flintch, not one bit, and stared at martial before stepping by the slightest, earning the slightest flash of light from the others eye,
"Listen, martial, let me explain.."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE"
Martial yelled once more, earning a sigh from north, who stepped closer by the slightest once more, earning a growl from the filipino, yelling, the taller male only responding calmly to tell him to listen to what he had to say, martial was getting more and more agitated with each time he heard the wretched mans voice, their back and forth bicker starting to anger him more, and threw a vase at the tall male, who unfortunatly, was hit by the very sude of his forehead, it would obviously leave a scar, as it started to bleed, his eye patch starting to turn a deep red as streams of crismon liquid flowed down the right side of his face, he kept his gaze as his beloved filipino, before sighing softly
"Ill leave now, good bye Marigold.."
with that, north left the room, shutting the door ever so softly, martial sat back down, taking a deep breath and let russia resume with their meeting, russia who coughed awkwardly, looking to germanys box, who just tapped on his watch silently saying there was enough time, and went on with plans

Martial was paying attention, but grpwled silently at the way North had enough courage to actually call him by one of his nicknames, he hated the man, he didnt want to hear a single sound or word out of him

He didnt need such useless props in his life.

To him those wild flowers already died, the honey suckle he used to love so dearly was gone, to him, forever.

But the korean, this was just another quest to win his beloved prince back, he wouldnt give up, he just needed play this smart and wait for the perfect time, it wont be easy, and it wont be as simple as a kiss on the lips like from the fairytales, no, he would have to play this smart,

this was a game of chess, but he swore to himself he would win it, and earn his precious love again, no matter what it took

No matter who it took, hed get him back,

Thats all his eyes were focused on, this war, and the Marigold.

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I just love giving Martial such weird nicknames in stories, but then again i call vatican Pope le floofy and senior holy poodle fluff in private-----