Cardverse Hetalia ~ Kingdom Of Spades ♠️

Chapter 32 - Just for love tonight

The next morning, the young prince emerged from the bed with more energy than he ever had before. He stretched to wake his body only to find he had a small chill. The reason? Because he was nude as he found out from looking down at himself. "Man, it doesn't feel the same in the morning while it's cold." He said to himself. Rising from the bed, he put on a gown before catch a glimpse of his lover in the bed. With a faint grin, he pecked him on the head before leaving the room for his bath. In the bathtub, he was washing while being lost in his thoughts.

"They'll all eventually find out...I fell in love with a slave...but Arthur is far more than that....Why did Dad not want him as my servant in the first place..."

He recalled that day some time ago, the king and his associate standing there, Alfred coming down with an emotionless look and that line of slaves. Once the prince made his decision, the king questioned as to why when there were more suitable ones for him.

"He said it was for company so why did he do that..."

Alfred lifted himself from the bath and towel dried himself. Once he properly saw himself in the mirror, he eventually noticed the marking on his chest. It had filigree on it. Not dissimilar to his hand mark, but this one looked like it was making wings out of curls and spirals. This was the first time Alfred actually took notice to this. He soon turned his back and saw an even bigger surprise.

The scar he had for most of his life was fading. As if it was...healing and fading. This had never happened before, making the prince figure out what on earth it could've been. Then, one thing came to mind. Arthur, his servant.

Immediately, he aimed for the room. By this time, Arthur was getting changed, with acknowledgement that most of his previous injuries were almost traceless now. His body was a little more plump though still slim and his skin was glowing. Safe to say, the intercourse was an unorthodox remedy for the two of them. He was taken by surprise by Alfred entering the room. "A-Al. What's the matter?" He said calmly. Alfred slowly approached his servant before asking. "Please answer me honestly. When did you notice the marking on my chest?" He asked. Arthur surprisingly didn't hesitate to answer. "Since last month, sir. It was the morning after our first night of 'activity' to say to say the least." he answered. "Why can't you say sex? That's what that was. It's just us here, Artie. I'm not a kid..." Alfred responded with annoyance. Arthur sighed before answering. "I'm aware. And, fine." He said. Alfred continued. "Since our first sex night, your chest had markings appear on the front the next morning." The prince nodded in acknowledgement.

"Right, okay. I don't suppose you know what it is for and why?" He asked calmly. Unlike the previous answer the servant gave, he didn't have a clue for this question. "I'm sorry sir, I'm not sure myself..." He answered. Alfred gruffed in defeat before speaking again. "I see. Sorry for asking." He said. Arthur shook his head before speaking. "Don't apologise for that Al. It's not a problem." He replied. The servant finished dressing before attending to his usual duties, leaving Alfred to sort himself in his usual attire before resuming some work for the day. The future king duties won't do themselves after all.

Arthur was walking down the hallway, making his way to see Yao, his friend. Once he entered, he caught a glimpse of the man changing Matthew's bandages. Yao spoke softly to the man after finishing the wrap. "Now, it's slowly healing well, avoid heat and try to not do too much with it until it has closed up completely. Okay?" He said. Matthew nodded in response. "I understand. Thank you, Yao." he said in a calm voice before getting up from the stood and leaving, bowing to Arthur on the way out whom felt guilt from the incident the other day. Once the blonde man left, Yao gestured to Arthur to come and sit while he made tea.

"Didn't expect you to see me at this time, aru." he stated. Arthur sat at the table thumbling his hand. "A strange habit, believe me old friend." He said in a neutral tone. He paused before asking the following question. "How is Master Matthew's arm?" He asked.