Author Note: This is a little idea I've been toying with. Just something fun and different. It will be a Jagan with a side of Kenlos, but their will be other pairings thrown in as well.
This first chapter was meant to be a prologue so it's short, but they will be a lot longer.
Undercover Prince
Chapter 1: Taking Flight
"Are you sure about this, Sire?" the kitchen boy asked as he helped his master fold clothes and place them neatly into a suitcase. "What's going to happen when he finds out? What if he goes looking for you?"
"Carlos, relax. He will not be able to find me. General Taylor took everything into consideration to ensure my safety. He is an old friend of my fathers. And what did I say about calling me that?"
"But America, Si- Hortense? Why there?"
"Because it is the last place he would look," the master sighed as he looked around his room, running his hands through his newly spiked hair as he did so. "What do you think the weather will be like in," he paused to looked down at a piece of paper in his hand, "Minnesota?"
Carlo pulled out a piece of printer paper he kept in the back pocket of his worn out jeans, "I did some research, Sir and it seems that in the Mid West, they experience all four seasons. Including snow, Sir. So you are going to want to buy some warmer clothes when you get there. It seems they are in a transition between Summer and Autumn at the moment. "
"Snow?" Hortense raised an eyebrow. "I have never seen snow before," his eyes lit up. "Have you?"
Carlos shook his head, "I've never left home."
Hortense nodded, "I have been to Paris, once. With my parents before they-" he cut himself off and turned his eyes to the floor. Carlos placed a comforting hand onto his shoulder making his master look up at him, "I am going to miss you, Carlos. You are the only friend I have."
The kitchen boy nodded, "I'm going to miss ya too, Hortense. Can't I go with you?"
Hortense shook his head sadly, "I wish you could, but I could only arrange for once visa, but I have your name on the list so as soon as you can, I want you there with me. I will not let him do to you what he did to your parents."
"You know I would die for you any day, Hortense and not just because you're my Prince. But because you are my best friend."
Hortense couldn't help but grin at this as he took his friend in to a tight hug, placing a chaste kiss to his lips as they pulled apart, "Maybe I should stay until you get your visa, so we could go together."
Carlos shook his head, "No, Hortense. You are right. You need to leave now while he's in Russia. He'll kill you if you stay."
"But-"
"I'll be fine. Besides, we've been sneaking behind his back for fifteen years now, so what's a little longer?"
"Alright, but as soon as I get there, I will talk to General Taylor about your visa."
"You do what you think is best."
Hortense nodded as he watched the kitchen boy zip up the large suitcase. Standing up straight, Carlos turned his chocolate eyes towards his master as he handed him a large envelope.
"Here's everything you are going to need; your visa paperwork, college information, passport, plane tickets, and US currency. I'll wire you more money when you arrive. Tyler will take you to the airport and General Taylor will pick you up at the Airport in Minnesota.
"He will also have your new identification information in order to keep your true identity a secret, so as soon as you step onto that plane, you are no longer Prince Hortense. You're-"
"Logan Mitchell. An exchanged student from England."
Carlos sighed with a grin, "Are you ready for this?"
"I'm ready," Hortense nodded.
Carlos checked his watch as he crossed the large estate bedroom over to the window. He gazed down below at the car that was waiting. He signaled to the driver before turning back towards his master, "Every thing is in order," he assured him as he lifted the suitcase from the bed, handing it to the Prince as they walked over to the fireplace.
Carlos pulled out a loose pebble, which doubled as a secret key. Placing the stone into a small hole hidden between two large rocks, the wall directly inside the hearth began to shake as it pulled apart revealing a small passageway. Logan stepped into the hearth, ducking due to the low ceiling. Suitcase in hand, he turned back to his friend, fisting the boy's shirt as he pulled him towards him pressing their lips together once more.
"J'taime mon ami," the Prince whispered.
"Soyez sûrs mon Prince," Carlos whispered back as he watched his master disappear down the dark corridor before removing the pebble and allowing the walls to fall close.
Author Note: Is this interesting enough to continue? Also, I need a name for Logan's country. Anyone have any ideas? I'm trying to tie into the show somehow. Maybe we can make it into a little contest... best suggestion will get a small role in the fic?