Hetalia One-Shots

UsUk : Stay With Me Tonight

Arthur's POV

  The Kingdom of Spades was under attack. Once more. The enemies never stopped their constant picking on the peaceful nation. They would always want more, want to pillage, destroy, burn the lives of so many. The main foe was the ruler of the Kingdom of Clubs who for some reason had a grudge against the king of Spades. Their rivalry had always been present, small fights which would with time turn into occasional battles then into rare wars. Disaster would spread throughout the kingdoms nearly bringing both of them to the ground. Though, even after twenty years of those small quarrels, things had never escalated to a devastating war which would positively irradiate one of the kingdoms. The king of Spades made sure things were quickly arranged, fearing the wellbeing of his people. Despite nothing grave occurring due to these past pesters, I couldn't help but feel anguish and fear as my husband conversed with his soldiers.

Indeed, the subjects they were speaking of were nothing to be reassured by. It seemed the Clubs had no intention of falling back peacefully. They insisted on fighting "till the end", as they said. Soon I was sent away from the room, the king surely remarking my colourless face. Naturally I refused, the matter being of my business as well. With a soft and painful smile, he assured it was of no duty for a queen to be confronted with such unpleasant topics. The look on his face was one impossible to contradict. With that said, I promptly retreated to my chambers.

In my vast room I felt more than lonesome. My thoughts echoed on the walls, entering my head once more, only becoming darker and far more twisted. I tried to convince myself that it would all be over soon, I truly did, but that pessimistic side of mine wouldn't stop resurfacing. I knew all too well how it was going to end. It had already been a month since the scandal had commenced. The king too, was aware of what he was going to need to do. And it was that which frightened me the most. I faced my sad and tired visage in the oval mirror on my vanity with a pitiful gaze. I could not afford to look the way I did while I had people to guide, to comfort. After all, it was my duty as a queen.

My meditation was interrupted by a faint knock on the two giant doors separating the world from myself. I managed to powder my red cheeks and nose quickly before answering the door. My favourite bright smile shone down on me as I pushed the wooden doors aside. I stepped out of the way allowing the king to enter. The entrance closed itself and I followed his majesty to the center of my chamber. He stood pensively while I seated myself on my mattress.

My poor heart could not bear the cumbersome tension lingering in the air. I knew something was wrong, something grave was occurring. Although I did not want to hear of it. Of all things, I refused to let my nightmares come to life. I remained silent wishing my king could flash me that special grin of his and laugh at how silly I was to overwork myself over such a petty thing. Unfortunately, he did nothing of the sort. Something far much worse, which shattered my heart.

He smiled a small, forced, sorrowful, tired, miserable, regretful smile. I could go on for hours so much his visage spoke tragedy. The smile was supposedly a comforting sign in order to appease my nerves. The action only had the opposite effect and I clutched the cushiony sheets under me. Seeing my discomfort he immediately sauntered to my side, cupping my face in his hands. My eyes glanced down to his fingers around my cheeks then up to meet his blazing blue eyes. No matter how hard I tried I could not rid myself from the growing anxiety forming in my chest.

The king of Spades brushed his thumb against my skin, attempting to soothe me, though mostly calming himself. I sought answers in his eyes since his lips weren't speaking. He rested his forehead on my own and closed his blue orbs. He smiled weakly and grabbed both my hands in his.

"You know I love you, don't you?"

His words were more of a statement than a question. In another situation, in different circumstances, my heart would have bursted and overflowed with joy upon hearing those wonderful words. However, in the world I was living, in the timeline we occupied at that moment, those words were sharper than any sword slicing through my chest.