A/N: Yay, first chapter to a new sequal! Hmmm... Well, it was a bit difficult, but I tried my utmost best, and I hope it satisfies you :) Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Code Geass and Nunnally in Wonderland are not my property.

Ch. 1

"Your Highness."

"What is it?"

"Your Highness, you must change your attire."

"For what reason? I just took a bath."

"Please excuse me for my impudence, but you must wear this."

She took out a pair of plain grey overalls and a child-sized white dress shirt. The maid held them out to the young prince who had been interrupted in the middle of the piano étude he had been playing.

"Why do I have to wear those clothes? Those are commoner's clothing. I'm perfectly fine in my pajamas."

"Please, your Highness…. We have no time for stubbornness."

"No! I ref- What are you doing?!"

The nervous servant began to undress him and soon he was in the new, dull clothes. Completely outraged, he was about to yell for the guards when she clamped her hand over his mouth. Breathing became difficult for him, but he tried to kick and punch her away. She dragged him to the double French doors in the shape of a giant heart and out onto the balcony of the music room.

Crouching down so that she was eye-level with the young boy, she said in a sorrowful voice hurriedly, "I apologize, your Highness. Something has happened, and somebody is trying to kill you. Please forgive us."

"Us?"

She didn't answer his questions and continued, "And always remember that there are those who are on your side and support you in the Royal House of Hearts. Goodbye, your Highness, and may you grow up to prove how very wrong your parents are."

"Wait, what's going o-"

Lifting him up quickly, she threw him over the balcony and into the darkness.

The Hatter bolted up into a sitting position. The blanket on his bed was twisted into a tangle while most of the numerous pillows were on the floor, as if someone had thrown them in an argument. Sweating, he struggled to calm himself from his nightmare. He was shaking from the memory of one of the worst nights in his life and he badly needed something to quell his growing despair. Looking to his bedside table in the soft light of the lamp that was on, he saw the framed photograph of Chesire and himself.

She had a look of surprise as the Hatter had jumped and back-hugged her just as the man had taken the picture. When they saw it, the Cat started lecturing him on the proper etiquette on capturing a photo, when he kissed her in the middle of her scolding.

"Hatter!"

"I'm sorry! I just can't help it! You're just so charming when you're angry."

"You're such a fool."

"Who's the one that made me like this?"

"You're always just hugging and kissing me like there's no tomorrow."

"Like I said, who's the one that made me like this? I just can't believe how you said that you also felt the same as I do. I can't to this day." he replied. Embracing her, he lifted her off her feet and spun her around.

Only half a week had passed since the Masquerade but several things had happened in the short amount of time. Chesire, upon the following day after the Annual Ball, had met him and said that she actually did love him, after brooding over it all night long, to which the Hatter had excitedly gone out and told everyone much to her embarrassment. The Queen of Hearts began to behead any and every thing or one that irritated her only the slightest bit, and the Carpenter and the Duchess announced their wedding date. Moreover, astonishingly, the White Knight had asked the White Queen for her hand in marriage. The whole of Wonderland held its breath, as everyone did wish the two well, but the matter of the royal bloodline stood in the way.

However, since the confrontation with his mother, the Hatter was constantly thinking about his past and the life that he had used to live. It was true that the lifestyle he had back then was more comfortable, with royal power and money at his fingertips, but he had to admit that he preferred the life he led now.

'For one thing', he reasoned, 'If I were living as the prince, I would never have met Chesire. And where would I be without my love?'

Lying back down, his thoughts were filled with the Cat, and soon, he was content and fell back to sleep.

. . .

Running down the long staircase in his bathrobe and slippers, the Hatter yelled, "What's for breakfast, Dodo?"

"You really depend on her, don't you?"

The Hatter nearly ran into the doorway from hearing her voice so early in the day. Still spinning around from narrowly avoiding it, he said, "Chesire! My love! You should've told me you were coming. I would have woken up early."

"Hatter, it's 6 in the morning. How early would you wake up if you knew I was coming?"

"Well that depends. When did you arrive?"

"Not so long ago."

She stood up from the chair and walked over to the happy man. Standing on her tiptoes, she flattened his crazy morning hair. Tsking at him, she said, "You should have at least washed your face and brushed your hair."

"I did. But for some reason, it never stays down. It's not until after breakfast that it becomes normal."

She shook her head at him and grabbed his hand. Leading him to the table, they sat down from across each other and asked one another about what they did last night. Or at least, the Hatter did.

"I love you." she said.

"I adore you."

"I know. Which is what I want to talk about. Which is why I came so early today."

"Of course. What is it, my love?"

"You're too attached."

"In what way?"

"Just the other day, you were nearly run over by several carts and carriages because you saw me at the market. And it's not the first time either. You're constantly doting on me, and always dropping everything so you can talk to me. You're not giving me any space, but more importantly, you're not making any hats."

"Well… I admit that creating hats has become the lesser interest compared to you, but-"

"I miss the old Hatter. The one that was completely mad about hats."

"He's still here."

"Then show it to me. Today, after breakfast and you change, go to your workshop. And stay there until lunch."

"Will you go with me?"

"This time I will. But starting tomorrow, it's back to work."

"Alright. But this evening…. Can we go somewhere tonight? Are you free?"

"….Yes."

"Then we can go out, right?"

"Did you not hear me talk about how you're getting obsessed over me?"

"I'm not obsessed over you. I just want to give you a present."

"Only today. Do you promise?"

"Yes, love, I do."

The Dodo set a full plate of food in front of the Hatter, who began to eat. Soon after, a platter of pizza was put in front of his beau, who began to munch on the contents, and soon, the dish was empty. Setting down his fork, he asked, "Why do you like pizza so much?"

"Because it's filling and it tastes good."

"That's all?"

"Yes."

"Then why do you like me?"

"Because you're filling and you taste good."

"….."

"I'm joking. I don't know how you taste."

"Yet." he murmured while looking down at his plate to finish eating.

"Excuse me?!"

"Nothing. I didn't say anything."

"No, I'm pretty sure you said-"

Looking up, he waved his fork, that had a cooked slice of tomato and a piece of ham on it, to emphasize what he was about to say when the tomato accidentally flew off and landed on the edge of the table, ready to land into Chesire's lap. He hurriedly set the utensil down and looked out the window, pretending that he hadn't almost smacked her with part of his breakfast.

"….. Thank you, Hatter, but I only prefer tomatoes in their sauce form."

"It's….. Part of a nutritious meal?"

Rolling her eyes, she picked it up with her index finger and thumb and plopped it down onto her napkin. The Hatter, deciding that the moment of danger had passed sufficiently enough for him to speak, he said, "You never answered my question."

"No, instead, you gave me a tomato."

"…. I'm being serious."

"And I'm stating a fact."

They stared at each other in a silent fight to see who would give in first, when the Dodo nearly dropped a frying pan that she had been washing. The Cat asked, "Are you done? You still have to work."

"Nearly. Let me eat this egg."

Soon enough, they left the manor and went to the Hatter's "overt but covert" workshop. Unlocking the door, they went not to the room with the dresses, but to the space where the hats were located. Inside were tables on all edges of the room except for two places; the doorway and the giant wall that was entirely covered by a curtain. The room was completely dark, and the woman could barely make out anything. Her lover went to the wall covered in fabric, and stepped on something that caused a loud thunking and then whirring sound. Slowly, the curtains spread open, revealing a giant window, or more like a wall that was entirely made of glass.

"What is that?" she asked.

"It's a…. Well, I call it a window, but Dodo calls it a glass wall."

"She's more correct. Why in the world do you have a glass wall?"

"It's nice to look out the window while working." he replied simply.

Pulling up a stool, he took a sketchbook and a pencil. Chesire went up behind him and tried to see what he was doing, but he shouldered her away.

"I can't think of any new ideas if you're breathing down my neck."

"Testy, are we?"

"Before inspiration must be sacrifices. If even you, my love, stands in the way, then I'll toss you aside temporarily. Because I have no choice but to move forward and create hats."

"I really hope you mean the temporary part, because if you didn-"

He flung the sketchbook in the air and spun in his seat, so instead of facing the window like he was before, he was looking at the Cat. Standing up, he put his hands on her shoulders and said, "I mean it, with all of my sincerity, with that temporary, but Chesire dear, you're preventing me from doing the very thing that you want me to do."

"Alright, alright…"

"Thank you."

Returning to his seat, he continued to gaze out of the window while his girlfriend sat on a chair besides him. When what seemed like an eternity passed, she asked, "Do you have anything?"

"Yes, I do!"

"Can I see what it is?"

"Of course! Here!"

He lifted the book up to her, and she expected to see a fine hat, but she actually saw…. Nothing.

"That has nothi-"

"I can't concentrate with you next to me."

Another staring match ensued until the Hatter flung his arms up, sending his drawing pad and his charcoal drawing utensil airbourne, and said, "Let's go for a ride. Get some fresh air. Maybe that'll help."

"A ride?"

"A ride." he confirmed.

"On what?"

"What do you mean on what? On a horse. I'm not getting the carriage out. That'd be pointless, what fresh air would I get in a carriage?"

"…. Well you won't get any vomit by riding a carriage."

"Chesire sweetheart, I know you've always been afraid of riding hor-"

"I'm not afraid. No one said that I'm afraid. I'm not afraid."

"That's because everyone's too scared to say that you are."

"For good reason too."

He pressed on and said, "You've always been frightened, but I can help you. We'll ride the same horse together, so I'll be with you. To catch you."

"How are you going to catch me when I fall if you're sitting behind me with your feet in the stirrups?"

"Who said you're going to fall?"

The Hatter left the cottage before she could object and was making his way with purpose to the stables. On the entire walk to the horses, she couldn't dissuade him. Arriving to the building where the Hatter's steeds were kept, he opened the door to a large stall and said, "Hello!" cheerfully to a champagne-colored colt. Rubbing his neck soothingly, the Hatter skillfully saddled him and mounted him.

"Are you really not riding? I'd rather have someone to talk to."

"…. Are you really going to catch me?"

"Do you still not trust me?"

"No, I do…. Just…"

He extended a hand to her and she hesitantly took out. He pulled her up with surprising force and she landed on the saddle in front of him. Smiling, he asked, "It's not so bad, is it?"

"Well, actually, it i-"

"Time to go."

Putting his arms around her, he grabbed the reins, clicked his tongue and dug his heels in gently. Charlemagne, the horse, began to canter. Chesire wrapped her tail around the Hatter's waist and hugged him tightly, saying, "Why are we going so fast?"

"We're not going fast. You want to see fast?"

Flicking the reins, the horse sped up his pace, and soon they were at a gallop. Terrified, her grip on the Hatter grew stronger until he had to slow him down and said, "Chesire… I think you're going to break one of my ribs."

Immediately letting him go, she grumbled, "Then you shouldn't have gone at such a quick speed."

"You asked me to show how fast Charlie could go."

"I did not. Honestly, you and the Red Knight are the same, imagining conversations with people and then doing things without permission to them."

"I am not on the same level as him."

"Yes, you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Ye-"

The Hatter kissed her and grinned, saying, "Last time you won. Now I won."

"That's not fair. You cheated."

"You cheated too. Turns out we're all cheaters at the yes-no game."

"Where are we, anyhow?"

"We are…. Not at Witzend Manor."

"Oh, I didn't know that." she replied sarcastically.

"We're at Moonstruck Lake."

"Moonstruck Lake?"

"Yes. What do you think?"

"Why are you asking me what I think?"

"Because it's my lake."

"Because it's you… How much money do you have?!"

"…. More than I let on. I know, I seem like a beggar, don't I? But oh wait….. I have horses, and carriages, and a giant house, and a big field in my backyard, and I even have a lake, my goodness, wonder how much money the lake alone would cost?!"

"You don't know?"

"No. Well…. I received the lake as a gift."

"From who?"

"My…. My parents."

The Cat decided something in her mind and asked, "Hatter?"

"Hmmm?"

"Who are your parents?"

"I… Would prefer not to talk about them."

"But why?"

"Because they're a part of past I don't want to be involved with."

"But why?"

"They died." he lied. He was tired of her curiosity about who his mother and father were.

"No they're not."

"What?"

"I said no they're not. They're alive."

"And how do you know that?" he asked with a growing sense of alarm.

"Because I know who your parents are."

"Do you really?"

"And more importantly, I know who you really are."

"And who am I?" The Hatter was starting to get fidgety. Knowing Chesire, it wouldn't be impossible for her to find out.

She whispered, "You're the lost prince, heir to the throne of Hearts, next in line to rule all of Wonderland."

A/N: Well... That was dramatic. I hope you liked it... I know, it probably doesn't live up to your expectations, but like I said, I tried my best. So please share your opinion (although just a note, but I tend to thrive on goodness and trip on badness) Please support The Crazy Coup D'état!