[Fanfiction] Jonquils

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Title: Jonquils
Characters/Pairing:   England/Canada, mention of France
Rating: R
Warning: dub-con. 
Summary: Sequel to Primroses and Daisies.  England has to bring Canada into the British Empire.


Francis's response had come at the last moment as expected. Arthur had almost begun to believe he'd be able to cherry-pick which of that blasted Frog's colonies to bring into his empire, when the messenger finally showed up, drenched to the skin. The messenger's demands to be let in, to be brought before Arthur, was too, expected. The message was short, as expected, and wholly unexpected as to it's contents.

France ceeds Canada. Three words, written in Francis's elegant, looping handwriting, black against the pale parchment and Arthur felt a surge of rage at being thwarted. He did not want some frozen land, favorable trade winds or no!

He wanted the profitable St Pierre, dammit and not Francis's pet project.

Three days later, he stood before his King and tried not to glare at the gangly teenager standing next to him. It was not Matthieu's fault – now called Matthew - that Arthur felt cheated out of the recent wars. The lad was quiet at least, reciting his vows of allegiance and obedience without any prompting or without being forced to. The lad stepped back, eyes directed down, and moved back to his proper place behind Arthur as he gritted out the correct response, promising to protect and nurture the colony.

King George released them with little fanfare, the monarch already turning to his advisers. The discussion over how best to handle the newly won territory fading as he marched the colony out of the King's office. There would be no parties, he'd promised himself earlier, no celebrations, nothing like the day he'd taken this one's brother into his Empire.

As he walked, he spoke out loud, telling Matthew what was expected of him now.

He was to be obedient. Arthur did not want to have to waste money defending land that was his by right, as he had had to so recently with Alfred.

He was to seen and not heard. There had been enough of the French in the British Empire, and Arthur would not have a colony of his being French to his face.

He was to support his colonizing nation. A colony's duty was to serve, and serve Matthew would.

The pale lad never said a word, silently following his new master into the bedroom Arthur used while at court. Arthur stripped the thick quilt back and silently motioned Matthew on to it. A small part of him noticed how pale he was, and how his lower lip was near bit to bleeding, but he said nothing.

As he efficiently stretched the colony below him, he studied the bare back. Tense newly formed muscles betrayed an underlying emotion rolling through his new property. Perhaps Francis hadn't taken him into his empire yet? He snorted at the thought, oiling himself up, choosing not to linger over the task. He could see the charms this one would yield to him eventually – Arthur could see Alfred in Matthew. There was no way Francis would pass up such a treat given a role reversal.  No, he would treat this one just as Francis would have treated Alfred, had treated Arthur in fact at times.

Matthew choked on a scream as Arthur shoved into him. Had Francis had tried to prepare him for this?  Arthur was starting to think he hadn't.  True, Alfred had been tighter, but then he'd been smaller and younger when Arthur had taken him into the Empire.  The boy was crying into the pillow now, his face buried into it.

“Bloody hell!” The boy whimpered at the curse, his body too tight around Arthur.  He felt almost like he'd be stuck inside him. “Relax boy!”

He wondered if Matthew wanted to shove Arthur Kirkland off him and run away, back to Francis, and let his papa deal with the invader. If he wanted to scream at the other to get off. He hoped that if it had been Alfred in Francis's bed, that he would fight back just like he'd always been told to. 

But Matthew couldn't fight back. They'd lost, and this was the price of losing. He would have to obey Arthur now, instead of Francis and right now Arthur was above him, pressing his face deeper into the pillow, working his body, taking him into the Empire.

It didn't take a long time before Arthur reached down, a pair of hands, sword-nicked and sea-callused, grabbed the lad's hips like hot irons and pulled him back from where he'd squirmed away. Matthew's eyes went wide as he felt a heat settle in him, and Arthur could feel the sensation of a new colony entering his conciousness.

Then Matthew started to struggle.  He must have finally felt the same thing but only from the prespective of being the colony entering the Empire.

Arthur swore. It had taken the lad till now to fight back, but it was too late. Arthur was already deep inside of him, too deep to dislodge and whether the lad liked it or not, he was becoming part of the British Empire. The whines and pleas coming up from below him were a strange mixture of English and French – and something else he couldn't quite make out. The frantic movements of Matthew only served to bring his new master closer to the edge till Arthur fell over, his hips jerking against Matthew's, hands holding the lad still and close.

The sound of the new colony trying to hold back tears brought Arthur back to himself.

This could have been Alfred, he reminded himself. This could have been Alfred weeping under Francis. Only it would have been worse. Alfred would have fought from the moment he'd've been handed over, and would have kept fighting until Francis forcibly joined him to his empire. He felt for the lad, he'd been there, but he had won and Francis had given Matthew up.

Arthur would have waged another war to prevent having to hand Alfred over. Francis hadn't, instead he'd let Matthew go, though at the last moment.  Even if this new colony wasn't the one he'd wanted, Matthew (and Canada) was now part of his Empire, and Arthur did not lightly let go of the gems in his crown.