Maple leaves, daisies, roses and irises

(It's not the despicable me but the humble me =w= The first couple's relationship is revealed to CP, the whole emotional drama, Yingjia enters carefully!!)

(Ps: Because it has nothing to do with history, there are no excerpts from the Bible~)

Before leaving, the Western European man with blond hair and blue eyes said to him with a smile:

"Matthew Williams, you are the most patient hunter I have ever seen." The other party held a red rose from nowhere in his hand, put it on his mouth and kissed it lightly, and stood at the door against the light, "In England's subordinates have endured for so long, if I hadn't seen your lunatic eyes just now, even I would have been deceived by you~☆"

"Looking like a madman? What are you talking about?"

"Didn't you even realize it yourself? When I mentioned independence, your eyes were like a lion seeing prey on the African savannah! It was as if you were about to get something you dreamed of, shining extremely brightly !"

"You are joking, Mr. Bonofoir..."

"Whether you're joking or not doesn't really matter to me, anyway, the one who gets troubled in the end is that green-eyed gentleman~"

Francis Bonofova winked at Matthew, then pinned the red rose in his hand to his chest.

"Good luck, my dear child~"

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"Mr. England, Mr. England?"

The blond gentleman who was in deep thought suddenly came back to his senses, "What's the matter, Williams?"

Matthew poked his head out from the upstairs room, holding a few stained coats in his hand, and asked with a smile: "You haven't worn these clothes recently, have you? Do you want me to help you wash them for the servants?"

"Ah, um, trouble..."

Ying/Glan seemed restless, and after a few casual responses, he turned his attention to the book in his hand.Matthew glanced at the other party, shrugged, turned and went into England's room to continue tidying up.

"Williams, those servants help clean up, you don't need to worry about—"

Arthur Kirkland's voice came in vaguely.Matthew paused for a moment, then rushed outside and said, "Thank you, Mr. England, but I want to find something to do! Just now I saw the room was a bit messy, so I came in to tidy it up..."

no respond.Matthew picked up the clothes that were randomly thrown on the floor in the room, folded them, put them in the closet, and piled up the messy documents on the table. He was about to wash his hands and continue cleaning when he heard high-end leather boots stepping on the floor. The sound on the bottom was accompanied by the creaking of the wooden planks of the stairs, one after another.

"Mr. England?" Matthew hurried out and saw the blond man coming up, "What's the matter? Ah! Is there any secret in the room? Sorry, I didn't expect..."

The blond-haired man looked embarrassed, frowning and turning his face away, his eyes were wandering but he didn't look at Matthew, and his hands were in his pockets.While Matthew was still apologizing, Arthur spoke:

"It's not that reason, you unbearable idiot! How could the secret be kept there! Would I be so blatant and let you spy?" Arthur snorted coldly, with a suspicious blush on his face illuminated by the candlelight, "Shut up, stop making noise! ​​Go in, I have something to tell you."

Generally speaking, the more "vocabulary" Mr. England has, the more complicated his mood is at this time, so he diverts his attention by satirizing others.When Matthew heard the word "something", his first reaction was about the Dominion——

He forced himself to calm down.

Suppressing his surging mood, Matthew took a deep breath and smiled: "Okay, Mr. England."

The two entered the room, and Arthur, who was walking behind, reached out and closed the door.Matthew sat on the chair by the window, looked at the hesitant look of the blond gentleman sitting by the bed, and asked with a smile as if he didn't know anything: "What's the matter, Mr. England? What's the matter?" Do you want to discuss things with me?"

Arthur Kirkland scratched his hair irritably, and said hesitantly, "Ah, so..."

It really is a matter of the Dominion.

But something seems wrong?

...now what happened?

Matthew's train of thought snapped when Arthur Kirkland rushed over and grabbed him, threw him on the bed and then pinned himself on top of him without moving.

Wasn't it fine just now? !

Matthew was overwhelmed by the blond gentleman on the bed in shock.The person on the body held his arm tightly to prevent him from struggling, one leg was between his legs, the blond head was leaning against his shoulder, and the warm breath was blown against his ears, something Slight itching.

--etc!What's happening! ?

"I began to colonize and expand around the sixteenth century." Arthur Kirkland lay on his chest, and the voice came out muffled, "I won countless lands, wealth, land, people...everything was captured by me. In hand—it's all mine. There's nothing out of my reach if I want it."

Matthew opened his mouth.A man's weight cannot be considered light. Although Arthur Kirkland was thin and two centimeters shorter than him, a big man was pressed on his chest, and he would have difficulty breathing.

"Mr. Kirkland...?" Could you please get up...

Obviously the blond gentleman didn't understand what he wanted to express, because the other party's hands gripped his arm more tightly. "Sometimes I really can't tell the two of you apart, before you speak..." Arthur sneered, "It's ridiculous, I actually have the illusion that he hasn't left me..."

Matthew’s heart cooled down bit by bit.He was about to say something when Mr. England lifted his head and looked straight at him with green eyes.

——It is undeniable that at this moment, Matthew was fascinated by those impossibly green eyes.No matter who looks directly at those emerald-like eyes, they will be charmed by the emotions contained in them that have been accumulated for hundreds of thousands of years. Things that are so old that they are about to be forgotten are entangled in layers like seaweed. In the eyes, it is suffocating, but bewitched by such beauty, it is almost like a moth to a flame.

When he realized it, Matthew had already stretched out his hand, cupped the British gentleman's face, and kissed it uncontrollably.There was a faint smell of tobacco between the lips and teeth of the other party—Kirkland liked the smell of tobacco, but he didn't smoke excessively, and in his own words, "this stuff is not good for your health"——Matthew was thinking wildly.Arthur didn't respond, maybe he was as stunned as Matthew was just now, or maybe it didn't disgust him very much.

The English gentleman's breathing became heavier.Matthew was biting the other's lips almost in despair. He didn't know who he was, maybe an ordinary student, or maybe a worker returning from work. His reason was forgotten by him at this moment. On the one hand, he knew very clearly On the one hand, I don't know what I'm doing.

Until Arthur Kirkland finally reacted, the blond gentleman suddenly took the lead.Arthur lowered his head and pressed Matthew hard on the bed, responding frantically, his tongue slipped in between his teeth, plundering domineeringly, the degree of demand made Matthew unable to breathe at all, he could only moan through his throat//I Hate JJ//groan to remind the other party of their current suffocation.

So, so scary...

Matthew Williams closed his eyes tightly and didn't dare to look at the other person's expression.Arthur was so close that he could even feel the other person's eyelashes sweeping over his eyelids, and every sense of his senses became extremely sensitive, he could feel the inner wall of his mouth being licked, and he could feel the other person's slight hardness The broken hair is stuck on his cheek, and he can feel something from under the hem of his clothes——

"...Uh, ugh!!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Matthew tilted his head away from Arthur's kiss, and flinched back as if electrocuted.

Mr. England's hand, which had already been inside Matthew's upper garment, was dodged.Arthur Kirkland looked up at Matthew who was extremely flustered, not only flushed, but also had dazzlingly bright lips, frowned and said, "What are you doing?"

Even though the whole person was in a terrible state, Matthew still pretended to be calm, and stammered: "It should be what you are doing, right?"

"What stupid things are you talking about?" the English gentleman asked back, "Didn't you kiss me first?!"

"That, that is..."

Poor man, he is at a loss for words.Do you want to say, "I'm sorry your charm makes me overwhelmed"?Then he will definitely be cleaned up by Mr. England...just like Mr. France/France...

"What are you doing? I still want to ask you! Kissed me out of nowhere, got angry and walked away as if nothing happened. You know it—you know that I have been at sea and on the battlefield these years—"

"..." Matthew choked, "But why did you suddenly press me on the bed?"

After Arthur Kirkland heard this question, it seemed to take him a while to think about it, "Ah...at that time...no, I was thinking of Alfred—cough, Jones!"

Before he finished speaking, Matthew remembered all the scenes at that time, and his whole body seemed to be put into an ice cellar.He couldn't help clutching the bed sheet, recalling his actions just now, he felt like a ridiculous clown——

"What I want to say is that after all these years, I thought your twin brother would always be by my side. I thought India would always be in my hands. I found beauty in Hong Kong. / Li Jian used to be the shadow and tried to treat him well, but in the end he still only has his favorite elder brother in his heart..." Arthur seemed very unaccustomed to saying such words, jumping with the words one by one with great reluctance When he came out, his face became more and more red, and he didn't look at Matthew and said, "A/Da/Lia and you have been with me all the time, but A/Da/Lia is too far away... …so I think you are… er, more suitable as my first dominion under the Commonwealth/Commonwealth…”

Matthew's face turned red little by little following the other's words, but it was not because of shyness, but because of embarrassment.Recalling his bold move just now, Matthew Williams wished for something that could bring him back 10 minutes ago!

Myself, I actually acted like that to Mr. England...

"……What do you think?"

"what?"

"About the Dominion..."

Matthew looked at Arthur with a calm face and felt more and more embarrassed.

"I, I don't care...it's up to you, Mr. England..."

"lie."

"Eh?"

"Williams, don't lie to me."

The green eyes of the Englishman, hidden under the blond hair, seemed to penetrate the soul of Matthew Williams with all-seeing gaze.

"Don't worry about anything. What are you worrying about? Say what you really think." Arthur Kirkland approached, his face was next to Matthew's, and he whispered in Matthew's ear: "Don't be afraid I blame you for having an independent heart. I know there's nothing wrong with it. Everyone thinks and longs for it. You just have to say what you really think."

practical thinker……?

What is the so-called truth?

Matthew Williams has little recollection of what happened hundreds of years ago.But that doesn't mean he hasn't forgotten.

He could be awakened in the middle of the night by the screams of the Indians in his dream, the roar of artillery fire and the crazy laughter of the colonists.Although in the daytime he greeted all his colonists—whether former or current—with a smile on his face, he never forgot that a few centuries ago, a weak child swore angrily that he would kill the people in front of him. These disgusting demons of the world - kill them all!

From an early age he imagined his own independent scenarios.However, since he found out that there is no benefit to being independent, he only thinks about seeking benefits for the people on the existing basis.He is different from his twin brother and India, who both raised the flag of independence because they were oppressed to the extreme, but his life is already very favorable.

But he has never forgotten the absurd, ridiculous, funny and unfeasible dreams he once had.

That is -

"Yes, please make me your Dominion, Mr. England."

Matthew Williams murmured bewitched.

However, as soon as the words fell, Mr. England took a deep breath and pressed him directly under him!

"Wait, wait a minute!!"

Matthew struggled reflexively, and stretched out his hand to push the person above him, but his wrist was restrained by the other person, and even his mouth was sealed.Arthur Kirkland kissed him in a very awkward position, and whispered inarticulately:

"I...for so many years...I have been looking for someone who will not betray..."

"Hmm... wait! Kirk, Mr. Kirkland..."

"I put all my hopes on your brother, and I put all my heart and soul on that oriental man...I hated you for a while...because your appearance always...reminds me of that betrayal I hurt my people again..."

"...uh...stop..."

"...you proved to me that you are different from him, Williams... being with you is really, very... reassuring..."

Matthew couldn't remember what happened afterwards.

The blond and blue-eyed Western European man doesn't know the sweet love words of France, but just uses clumsy language to keep pouring out his thoughts, carefully and domineeringly, occupying him in a different way than before.

"Help me, Williams..." At the end, the blond man gasped, "Make me feel really at ease..."

At that moment, he felt the pain—different from the pain on the battlefield in the past, but the sharp pain of being torn apart—he was not sure if he was crying, and he was already unconscious at that time.Ying/Glan's movement was very light but it also made him feel extremely painful. He tightly grasped the arm of the person on his body, and scratched red marks on it like a woman.

"It's okay, don't worry...you'll be happy, take it easy..." Mr. Kirkland kept whispering these words in his ear, "this feeling...isn't bad..."

He seemed to feel pleasure, but it seemed to be just pain.That kind of thing was unthinkable at the time.He couldn't remember if he ever moaned//I hate JJ//groaned, or if he took the initiative to ask for it, as if the whole world was only left with pain and shock.Although the blond man on his body was comforting him non-stop, the frequency and intensity of the collision did not slow down at all.

I will die on the bed... Matthew thought vaguely.Then the only bit of consciousness that had been gathered with great difficulty was washed away again.

Anyway, tonight, Mr. England finally caught his most wanted bird and ate the poor bird mouthful.

"Good night."

At the end, the blond man leaned down and gently kissed the sweaty forehead hair of the almost unconscious young man on the bed.

Please don’t get caught ☆*:..o(≧▽≦)o..:*☆It’s the first time I write H, please pat.

The author has something to say: After visiting Yingmi Bar, I fell in love with Mishou and Yinggongˊ_>ˋ not talking about Yingmi...so I strengthened my determination to write Yingjia!Although in fact my destiny is Fuying~

Also, I've been stuck in World War recently... I don't know how to express it, I can't write about that miserable situation with my current skills...

So, I will skip that ^_^ Explain in advance~