Nyahaha my titles just get more creative every time.
And yet again, I'm late.. can someone remind me when was the last time I've updated this book?
Half a year ago? XD
I'm sorry...
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Chapter fourteen
"Jett what the bloody hell has he done this time?!" Arthur screamed as he began to approach his brother.
Peter's soft hands shook terribly. His blue orbs looked deeply at Jett's face, searching for a sign of sympathy. Luckily for the boy, it was right there in front of him.
Jett hid his sibling behind hid leg, protectively. He told Arthur that he was going to calmly find out as to why he was crying, but for now he should sit down and relax. After all, he wasn't going to go much far with fatigue and a wound.
The Briton scoffed and rolled his eyes, knowing that there'll be a delay. Arthur chose a spot under the shade of a tall pine tree and rested his back on its trunk. He looked up at the dull grey sky, sighing.
He hoped that his men were ok.
But most importantly, he secretly hoped that (Name) had forgotten about the other night.
"Damn. I guess I couldn't restrain myself at such an arousing opportunity... Like the time when I first took her to my bedroom on the ship."
Allister did not look pleased.
"Excuse me?"
"UH SH*T, ALLISTER IT'S N-NOTHING."
The Scot sat by his brother, placing his forehead on Arthur's.
"I like her too."
Jett was negotiating with (Name) to sit along side them. He did not want to make her fret listening to Peter's woes.
"You too, (Name). It'll take some time to put this lil' fella back to his feet; I suggest you go take a quick dozer next to Artie." The Australian spoke softly, rubbing the small boy's head.
But she did not leave his side.
She smiled genuinely at Sealand, trying to make him rest assure that whatever he did that it was ok. Not entirely fine, but a-ok. He sloppily walked over to her, tripping over a few twigs and branches before he wrapped his little arms around her waist, digging into her lower abdomen.
Arthur and Allister, whom were alarmed by his not-so-innocent action, scolded the boy.
Which, of course, did not help stop the waterworks.
"(N)-(Name).." He moaned through a muck of sweat, tears and snot. She grabbed a cloth and wiped his face. "Calm down, Peter. We'll get this sorted out. Now tell me, what happened back there?"
It went awfully quiet for a while. Too quiet.
He remained quiet for a few minutes. Filling the silence with his hiccups and wailing.
(Name)'s patience was quickly running low on end. It was either she resorted to screaming her lungs off at the poor boy or wait until days pass for the kid to speak.
"Peter, please. We don't have a lot of time left. Maria and Alfred are still in the cart and we need to go before anyone suspects us here."
His expression darkens hearing the two names. The girl lifts her brow, her face splattered emotions of curiosity and sincerity. "Peter.."
He didn't respond, so she tried once again.
"Peter, where are they?"
"I-I-I-- It's n-not my f-fault!" He squirms at the firm grip of Jett's palms on his bony arms. "T-They.. T-he fire and then.. T-They dissapeared! It's not my fault, honest!"
He bursts well into tears again, hanging his head down in shame as the water droplets from his eyes hit softly on the ground. Something was off about the scenario.
If they took both Alfred and Maria.. how exactly did Peter escape? And if Peter was really concerned for Alfred and Maria - did he try to pick a fight? If he did why wasn't there any sign of it?
His tears were like those of a crocodile's now. There were no honesty on those wet ocean blue eyes of his.
The girl tensed, anxiety and worry seeped through her comfort zone. Without further questioning, she grabbed her skirt and lifted it high to her knees before sprinting towards the location of their cart to investigate.
She thought that maybe Peter's details weren't reliable enough. Well, at least she didn't believe them.
The rest followed her into the foliage of burnt plantation, leaving Peter behind.
He stood there with shame.. and a smirk.
(Name), after a few minutes of non-stop sprinting, rested an arm on the trunk of a tree, taking in deep breaths.
Her heart stopped as she gazed out onto their now-broken carriage. Their white horse was still and motionless. The other one was out missing. All that remained of their vehicle were charred bits of wood and metal that survived the glaze.
Tears built into her eyes. A hand clamped over her mouth as she sunk on the floor.
"Maria.. And A-Alfred.. Where could have they gone?"
She turned to Arthur for some sympathy, but he was having no intention of showing it.. as per usual.
Peter yelled in agony, screaming and trying to fight off the soldiers that held him firmly.
Arthur ran towards him defensively, in hopes to grab his brother.
But what was came to him was most unpredictable.
They punched him in the wound, sneering as he coughed out blood. (Name) held the medicine tightly, hiding it in the cloth wrapped around her skirt.
"Leave him alone!" She cried, running towards the scene. The soldiers turned, smiling at (Name).
From the corner of her eyes she could see Arthur, his arms spread wide across the floor, his head tilted a little with blood leaking from his lips. His soft green eyes widened in worry.
"Hey, idiot! Watch out!"
(Name) turned around to see what he was talking about. A hand clamped over her lips, an arm around her neck. She tried fighting the harsh grasp but it was of no use.
Biting the hand, she grabbed a dagger nearby and aimed to throw it at her captor.
"Nuh, uh uh. I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Suddenly, she recognised who it was. Portugal.
He held María in his hands, her wrists tied behind her back. A cloth was shoved in her mouth, making her screams muffled. There were obvious tears in her eyes, scratches in her face and burns on her skin. She looked towards Alfred, who was unconscious. Blood oozed out from his mouth.
It was obvious that they put up a fight.
"María!" (Name) squealed. She almost dropped to her knees at the sight of her friends so beaten. And then there was Sealand, who shifted from his crying to a laughing one..
The soldier stepped away from the small boy and ran towards Portugal. The tall man placed his hand on Peter's head, running his fingers along his dirty blonde hair.
"PETER!"
It was now that (Name) fully understood why he wasn't held captive along with them.
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Yey! Another cliff-hanger I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter.
♡(灬˘╰╯˘)乂(˘╰╯˘灬)♡ Tupa-chan
