Tout le Monde

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Cross was undeniably a shit governor. Allen Walker was a fucking noble he should be able to choose and dismiss his own governors or governesses but no, Neah just had pick Cross. He couldn't go against Neah. That would be treason, he was the crown prince of the New England Commonwealth after all…and his guardian.

Fuck

Fuckity-fuck-fuck-fuck

Allen was pretty sure that swearing like that because of the crown prince was written somewhere in that huge-ass book of rules as treason but he didn't care. He'd swear all he want, he was next in line now that Neah was…dead.

And that led to his current state of affairs. There was just a shit ton of legal procedures to go through and wrapping up things that Neah didn't finish and doing all this while mourning for your second father-figure (the first being Mana of course) was just stressful.

Allen released a breath of air, hair blowing out too. Looking at the old-fashioned analog clock (he liked these better than using eye screens, it just felt more…real) he cringed at the reflection he caught in the polished glass. He huffed in annoyance, he had more pimples around his hairline, he was pale as a corpse and he seemed to be gaining some fat. It wasn't his fault that he ate more than usual whenever he was feeling emotional.

Hmm, maybe he'd hop by the doctor's place later, but then Rhode and the Earl would inevitably smother him. He hadn't been out of his room in days after all.

Bang!

The sound of a gunshot rang through his chambers. Allen rolled his eyes. Cross still hasn't learned how to use a door it seemed. He muttered to himself, making plans to buy a new bulletproof and Cross-proof door.

And then he felt himself being lifted into the air and thrown out the window.

"Cross! You motherfucking bastard!" Allen yelled as he began the 14-story drop into the royal pleasure gardens. Just as he righted himself, thankful for the feline center of gravity thing (he still wasn't sure about what exactly it was) that was implanted in his brain, he was caught mid-air and thrown into a hover car. The door sealed shut behind him, turning into a featureless piece of transparent bio plastic that could withstand the force of an atom bomb.

Knowing it was no use to resist from here on out, he spotted a note and a suitcase to the left of him.

Hey, idiot apprentice. I've set up a trip around the world for you. This is your last and final assignment. Hopefully your shit-brain will learn something that isn't English.

-Master

Allen's eyebrow twitched. Once he was crowned King, the first thing he'd do was kick Cross out of the Commonwealth and send him to America. But first…he had to do…this.

He slumped in his seat and could only cry silently.

Why is this my life?

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New story. Yay. This A/N seems like a waste of space. Oh well.