Alright I have always wanted to do a cardverse fanfiction, and here I am giving it a go. Every chapter will go in a certain order.

Spades go first, and I haven't decided on the rest of the order yet. Kingdom of Spades has Alfred/America as the King, Arthur/England as the queen, and Yao/China as the Jester.

Chapter 1: The Two of Spades

War is rampaging through the Kingdom of Spades. The other nations of Cloves, Hearts, and Diamonds are no longer helping, but it is only a matter of time before the King dies and a new one is crowned. The Kingdom of Spades had tried to take over the world, and had almost died in its attempt. People had gotten sick of the power that the King was trying to possess.

The Kingdom of Spades was known for its power, but the King was trying to do too much. He wasn't spreading the power among his subjects, the ones who really gave him his power. Now the people had dealt with enough, and were demanding that the war be ended. Their country was now suffering more than ever because the other nations had cut off all contact. No one could leave their country and no one could enter. It was suffocating for most.

Alfred F. Jones was a simple farm boy, one who enjoyed his life. He made his living from selling the things that the ground let him make. It was not what he had planned for his life, but it was better than begging on the streets like the war had forced his friends to do. When he was little he had wanted to be a hero, he still wanted to be, but as the days passed on and the war rampaged, his dream settled in the back of his mind, settling on the shelf and beginning to collect dust. He had no choice until the war ended anyway, his only concern was making enough to stay alive.

"…..red…..fred…..Alfred….Alfred!" Alfred snapped his head up at the sound of his voice being called. Barreling right at him was a boy from down the lane, August.

"Alfred! The war's over! The King finally died!" August shouted at him right before knocking into him at full speed, making both of them land painfully in the dirt.

"August! You can't just glomp people!" August's brother, Sam yelled, but even he had a smile on his face. It was hard to be mad when great news was going around.

"Is it true Sam?" Alfred asked. When Sam nodded his head, Alfred jumped up and began shouting for joy, maybe the hard times would be over.

The three boys yelled and jumped for joy for a little while, before they all collapsed onto the ground, panting. They were still on a celebration high from their news, even if their bodies were tired.

"Well what are we waiting for? Let's go out on the town and celebrate!" Sam shouted, getting up. Together he and Alfred left August at his home and went to have a night on the town.

The two went to the nearest bar, which was having more business than it had encountered in all the years of the war. Alfred and Sam ordered their drinks and went to sit in the back with a couple other people they knew, and drank until finally the night blacked out around them, and they couldn't remember why they were even celebrating anymore.

Alfred didn't want to wake up the next morning. He could already feel his hangover creeping up on him, pounding against his skull. He groaned and burrowed further into the covers of the bed he was laying on, trying to block out both the pain and the light that seemed to be all around him. Alfred realized that he wouldn't be able to sleep forever, and after a couple more minutes he slowly sat up, trying to wipe the sleep out of his eyes. Looking around with his blurry eyes Alfred realized that he didn't have his glasses on, nor did he even know how he had gotten into the bed he was still sitting in. Also for some reason his shirt was missing, but it wasn't the first time he had lost clothing when he got drunk.

Alfred pawed the nightstand beside him, finding his glasses lying there neatly folded. He placed them back onto his face and recognized the room he was in as one of the rooms that the owners of the bar kept for people who got too drunk to go home. One the other bed Sam was there still snoring the morning away. Alfred went over and roughly yanked the blankets off of Sam before shouting to get up.

"Good God Alfred! Are you trying to kill me?" Sam tried to yell, but his voice only came out in a rough croak. Alfred doubled over in laughter at the sight of his poor friend.

"Come on man you would have done the same to me. Now let's get home," Alfred said before heading down the stairs.

Alfred heard Sam fall into step behind him as he opened the door to the actual bar. When he did, everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at the two boys. Feeling self-conscious, Alfred crossed his arms against his chest. Sure he was well built from working on his farm all the time, but with all the people staring at him he just felt judged.

"It's him…"

"He is the chosen one…"

"…Does he even know?"

"What do we do?"

Alfred looked at Sam, who looked just as confused as Alfred did. When he turned back to the crowd of people, they were all standing instead of sitting, which made Alfred even more nervous than before. Then the waitress, Alfred recognized her from the night before, came forward. She didn't say a word though as she pointed at his chest, right above his heart. Then she knelt down in front of him, as one would with a king. Everyone followed her lead, and kneeled down in front of Alfred.

Alfred and Sam stared at them in shock before they looked down at where the girl had pointed at his chest. Looking like a tattoo was the symbol of the next King, the Spade right above his heart.

Alfred F. Jones was the new King of Spades.

Arthur Kirkland didn't want to believe that the mark that stained his neck was the symbol for the queen. He wanted to believe that it was a horrible and cruel prank by his brothers, but after an hour of scrubbing harshly at the skin and no changes, there was no way that he could ignore the mark that seemed to burn at his skin.

He wore a turtleneck to dinner, and tried to act as casually as possible. It wasn't that hard, since he was normally ignored anyways by his family. They didn't bother to ask him why he wasn't eating, or why he was wearing a turtleneck sweater in the middle of summer, or why he wasn't picking a fight with his brother. It was his favorite dinner too, which made it even worse.

"Honey are you alright? You haven't touched your food," Arthur's mother asked, finally taking notice of him. Everyone seemed to freeze at the table, it wasn't normal for a Kirkland to be quiet.

"Um, nothing mummy I'm fine," Arthur somehow managed to get out, even though his voice cracked.

"Well at least take off that sweater, it's a million degrees in here." It was true, it was abnormally hot for an evening. Arthur internally freaked out though, he didn't want to tell them just yet.

"Come on Artie, you're making us all wait."

Arthur gulped before he reached and pulled his sweater over his head, placing it in his lap. He brought his hand to cover his neck where the mark was, making his family even more confused.

"Arthur Kirkland, what are you hiding?" Arthur flinched a bit as his mother's tone, but didn't move his hand.

"Nothing mum. Please don't worry about it."

"Arthur Kirkland that better not be a hicky on your neck," Arthur's father growled out.

Arthur looked at each of his brothers, to his mother to his father, and finally his lap. His lone hand was clenched into a fist, the palm slick with sweat. He wasn't going to be able to get out of here easily (and if he ran he might as well be asking for a beating later). As slowly as he could, Arthur brought his other hand to mesh with the one still in his lap.

Arthur heard gasps of surprise and the sound of silver wear hitting plates. Everyone was staring at him, making Arthur want to run out of the room. he didn't want to lose his family, even if all they ever did was fight.

"Arthur…is that fake?" Ian, his brother asked cautiously. Arthur shook his head in a no.

"Well… it looks like we're sitting in the company of royalty," Arthurs mother said before picking up the phone and calling the number of the Kingdom, the number they were all meant to know since they could remember. The number they were meant to call if anything like this happened to them.

Arthur Kirkland just never thought it would be him, or that his mother would be the one making the call. For Arthur Kirkland was the new Queen of Spades.

Yao Wang lost his parents at a very young age. He was the oldest in the family, and when his parent died it left him with the task of raising the rest of his family. He was 15 when it happened, his younger brother Kiku was only 8, Im Yong Soo was only 5 along with Kaoru, and Mei and Chi were only four at the time. It hurt Yao to have his parents torn away from him, but he couldn't let what was left of his family be taken away from him as well.

They had all grown so much since then. Kiku was almost 19, and getting ready to find a place of his own, Im Yong was still the same person, just 10 years older, Kaoru had grown quiet with time, and his two sisters were still the most adorable girls that Yao had ever seen.

Yao had been taking a much needed nap when the news of the King dying reached his family. His brothers and sisters burst into his room, yet with all their noise they only managed to make him wake up a little. Im Yong sat right down on his stomach, bouncing up and down for joy.

"Big brother Yao! Big brother Yao! The bad King died! Can I check to see if you're the new King?" Im Yong shouted. His brothers and sisters gathered around him, waiting for Yao to say yes. They had already checked themselves and had found nothing. Yao muttered something that they couldn't understand, and they took it as a yes.

Im Yong lifted up Yao's shirt, remembering what Yao told him about the marks that signaled it. There was no mark there, and Kiku checked his neck. There was still nothing. So they check his arms, and were pleasantly surprised when they found the mark that showed that Yao was the Councelor for the King. It was right on the inside of Yao's left wrist.

"Yao-san! Wake up! Look at your wrist." Kiku shouted. Yao bolted straight up out of bed, Kiku never shouted unless it was a serious matter.

"What? Is the house on fire?" Yao looked frantically but didn't see or smell any smoke. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. It wouldn't be the first time that he woke to the house on fire because of Kaoru and his fireworks.

No one said anything as Im Yong Soo came forward and lifted Yao's wrist into his line of sight. Yao stared at his wrist in shock where the symbol of the Councilor now decorated his wrist. It wasn't as extravagant as the King or Queen's symbol; it was just a spade with the letter 'J' in the middle. Yet to Yao it was both a blessing and a curse. More responsibilities and troubles, but a much better life for him and his family.

Yao groaned and flopped back into bed, figuring he better get a last few hours of sleep before he and his family would have to begin their new life in the palace. He had all his siblings crawl into bed with him, and even though it was a tight fit, they all fell asleep together just like they had when they were little.

For Yao Wang was the new Councilor for the King and Queen of Spades.

So what did you guys think? Shall the next chapter be Cloves, Diamonds, or Hearts? You decide! Just leave it in the review.

Also I need a beta-reader for this story, because my grammar just sucks. Let me know if you would like to be one!