So this is my first story please be kind, there will be lots of grammar mistakes, since English is not my first language, don't know when I will update this. Well this is a plot I had in mind for a while don't know if it will work but let's hope.

Warnings: there will be a bit of OC, but hey they are in a weird situation

"Talking"

"Thinking"

And I own absolutely nothing

Hope you like it =^-^=

Spades was strong, maybe the strongest of all four kingdoms, but they had a crisis in hands not only spades but also clubs and hearts. Spades was facing the worst famine of all times, the earth was not fertile anymore the rivers were dry and even the nobles had almost nothing to eat. Being its main ally clubs had also fallen, because clubs was a cold land that depended Spades to feed a quarter of its population, with the Spadian crisis they had come to depend more and more hearts bringing down the other kingdom. Diamonds was the only one to stay strong through it all using a strange policy that no one other than a diamoundian was to know.

Some believed that it was a curse left by the previous queen, Arthur Kirkland, had a brief reign that lasted no more than six months in which were known as the "Madness". The queen was crazy and tried to impose his craziness upon the people. After finding a suitable Jack, Wang Yao a 24 year old Chinese man with uncountable achievements be it in the politics, economy or the army, the council and Yao disposed the queen of his power and sent him to an asylum where he is until now five years later.

With no queen and the king being too young to take on his duties the jack along the council had to rule alone. Then the famine stroke first it was only the boundaries then it started to slowly advance taking all the colors of the once powerful kingdom with it. The people started to talk about the queen's curse and the jack refused to believe that such a thing could be true.

Five years later the king, a 18 years old known as Alfred Jones godson to the previous king rose to the power and that my people is where our story begins.

King Alfred paced in the halls of his castle, HIS castle he could not believe that he a simple 18 year old was the new king of Spades even if his coronation had happened thirty minutes ago, he had been prepared for this his whole life and yet he could not believe it.

How could he repair spade and be a suitable king? It was not possible. Drowning in his fears he did not notice the redhead walking is his direction thus bumping in him and falling on his butt.

"So…sorry" what the hell was up with his voice? That was Mathews voice not his. Looking up the finally meet the person who had seen such a weak he, Alfred froze. There in front of him was no other than the former queen's brother, Alastair Kirkland, known for his hate towards any royals of any suit. "Fuck" was the only thing in his head right now.

"It's alright boyo, it was my fault after all but, shouldn't the all might king of Spades talk a little higher?" He asked with a strong accent the younger could not identify, offering a helping hand.

"You're right the Hero should, no, WILL not act this way, so what if the kingdom is broke I'll just fix it all, hahaha" Alfred said, loud and proud "yes now this is my voice!" then heat rose to his checks as he realized what he had said in front of a complete stranger."Don't you think?" he asked in a voice just as loud but full of insecurity.

"If you believe this than nothing will ever stop you" Said Alastair, making Alfred's insecurity vanish "I kind of like you boyo, you are still not corrupt like them."

"Thanks, dude… I guess" The last part came as a whisper. "But is this really the Alastair Kirkland? The one that spit in king Ivan's soup just because he mentioned the name of his brother?" "Are really Alastair Kirkland?"

"Of course I am, it is just that I will not treat you bad just for your title, little kind of Spades" Said the scot with a mocking bow. The king wanted to protest to say that he was not little but he thought better, he was not afraid mind you it was just that this was THE Alastair Kirkland, the man who fought equally with the ace, the red hair, the cold green eyes, strong muscles, straight jaw and lack of respect to the king proved that. Then suddenly he remembered something.

"What do you mean 'them'?"

The calm look on the Scot's face vanished, replaced by a furious, rage filled one "One of the idjits* who sent my wee brother away." He then looked Alfred in the eyes and for a moment the king saw those green orbs shine. "Do not believe them, take you own conclusions, but before anything, learn who to trust. Spades has not reached the bottom yet, believe me we still have a long way to go, if it is up or down it is in your hands." His accent had became so thick the other had a hard time to understand what he had said and by the time he did it the older one had already left.

"What the hell was that?" screamed the young king to no one in particular. "Just when I thought …"

"Your Majesty, I finally found you thank God" Said a servant, Tino, if he remembered correctly.

"Yes here I am. What is it you need me for?"

Startle by the other harsh response Tino bowed low "I'm deeply sorry, Your Majesty but it is already late and the jack was worried that you had been found by the Kirkland."

Realizing his mistake Alfred turned to the other "No, I'm sorry Tino. But you should not worry I found no one." Even if lying was against his principles Alastair had a point, he had to think for his own.

(*) don't know if it is right but it means idiot

So what do you think? Crap? Should I just give up or should I continue? Next chapter will have Artie and it will be longer, promise :P. But like I said before I don't know when it will be ready.