Forever is an Awfully Long Time
author: Melby7777
Summary: Long after the world ended, kingdoms rose up again. The 'Lands once known as Denmark' placed their king, Christensen, as the overall ruler. He, in turn, placed King Ludwig of the 'Lands once known as Germany' as his left hand king and King Antonio of the 'Lands once known as Spain' as his right hand king. The three rule over the humans for centuries on end, keeping sure that no humans felt oppressed. Though, for reasons left 'unknown', their appearance had never changed, keeping them young forever. This would mean new lovers every time the one before passes. That is, until twin brothers from the 'Forbidden lands of Italy' were sent before the three kings... Lukas still wonders what will become of them.
Disclaimer: Hetalia is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya
Note: Summary sucks, but yeah... I hope it's somewhat interesting. Because I've been wanting to write this out for about a month now.
Names: Christensen=Denmark, Lukas=Norway, Maarten=Netherlands, Angelene=Belgium, Emil=Iceland

The world had ended a fifth time in 2900. Or at least, most of the world did; the Americas were still in tact, yet the rest of the world had to start over.

That became the problem.

Kingdoms rose, the use of electrical technology was abolished and the only places with any "advanced" anything were the now self-proclaimed "Forbidden Lands of North and South America". The rest of the world didn't question it and simply kept from going on their lands. Few Asian countries followed the forbidden example, keeping the European wars of conquering out. Some African nations weren't so lucky to claim forbidden before Europe took control.

The largest of the conquering kingdoms started out small. They originated in the small lands once called Denmark, placing their king at the top.

And King Christensen did all he could to make his growing kingdom safe.

Over time, the Danish king conquered lands in the name of his homeland. It was only a matter of time that Christensen knew he couldn't rule on his own, and marrying a random woman to spend his life with wasn't on the top of his to-do list.

So he called forth the king of the lands once called Germany and gave his fellow Majesty a proposition.

A proposition that Ludwig found no flaws to; thus he agreed and essentially gave his lands to the higher king.

For a while, things worked. King Ludwig was a tactical genius, putting in his own comment on what to do without hesitation. Christensen was grateful for his left hand king to have a level head, much unlike his own.

It was when their people began to rebel and complain of their kings' laws that he realized the two of them weren't enough.

King Ludwig was the one to find their right hand king. Antonio was the closest thing to a king the sunny lands once called Spain had, and the minute Christensen met him, the Spaniard was titled King Antonio by the high king himself. Of course, that also sealed the Spanish lands as part of their kingdom as well, though the people there had nothing to complain about; they adored Antonio for reasons Christensen learned quite soon thereafter.

All laws were changed to the benefit of their people almost immediately after the right hand king came to power. King Antonio learned of their needs, their wants, and what they feared. He knew best how to keep their people happy, morphing King Christensen's laws to a whole new standard.

With the Dane's approval, of course.

It wasn't until a year into their shared kingdom that Christensen took titling of lands into his own hands.

The people weren't able to catch onto what it was that made King Christensen declare the "Lands once known as England" to the "Forbidden Lands of England", but some believed it had something to do with the small fight between the three kings, their personal advisers, and the high wizard, Arthur Kirkland.

Though they only believe it to be Arthur's fault due to the kings and their advisers never ageing again when the fight had ended.

Of course, various lands shared the same fate of being declared "forbidden" over time, and no one caught onto what the lands had in common that made their high king do so. They never would though; unless they knew his Majesty personally.

Like Lukas did.

"Christensen…?" The Norwegian lifts his head from his king's chest, looking up at the Dane with dead eyes.

The king hums, reaching up to put Lukas's head back to his chest, proceeding to run his fingers through his wheat coloured locks.

"I was wondering if you'd do something for me…"

"Oh? And what might that be, Lukas?"

Lukas pulls from his king's embrace, sitting up to stare down at the other blond. Christensen frowns and sits up as well, watching his lover with interest. "I'm lonely…"

"You're with me, what do you mean by 'lonely'?"

Lukas shakes his head. "I mean, when I have to be in the lovers' bedchamber; it's getting lonely."

Christensen seems to realize what the smaller man was talking about, the shock on his face almost laughable. "You mean… you want friends?"

"Not necessarily…" The Norwegian bites his lip. "I mean, King Ludwig and King Antonio haven't had lovers in a year." Christensen stares at him, waiting for him to continue. "And… there are two other beds in the bedchamber."

Christensen sighs, looking away. "I can't force them to take new lovers, Lukas. You know that."

"At least try…"

The high king turns to look at the small man, prepared to respond when the door opened rather rudely.

"Forgive me, your Majesty…" The bored looking man pauses, looking to the other blond on the bed without much care. "Master Lukas…" He greets with a nod before looking back to the king. "King Christensen, I'm sorry for intruding but your fellow kings would like your meeting in the throne room to begin sooner rather than later."

Lukas sends his king a look before climbing out of the bed, putting his pants and robe on. Christensen watches as the smaller man heads to the exit, nodding to the personal advisor at the door before leaving to his own chamber.

"You could have knocked, Maarten…" Christensen drones, looking to his personal guard and adviser with a leveled gaze.

Maarten shrugs it off however, sending the king a pointed look. "The meeting, Christensen…?"

"Ah, right." The Dane climbs out of his large bed, grabbing his pants from the floor to put them on. "Lukas wants something."

The Dutchman clicks his tongue. "He's been your lover for four years and only now has decided to ask for something?"

"Yeah, weird huh? I thought he'd never ask for anything." Christensen pauses to throw his shirt over his head. "I didn't think he'd ask me for anything like this though."

Maarten hums, leaning against the doorway. "And he wants…?"

"For Luddie and Tonio—" Christensen grunts, shoving his foot into one boot before the other. "—to have lovers again."

It was silent for a moment as the king wraps his belt around his shirt, buckling it just as Maarten scoffs. "You're joking."

"Nope!" Christensen looks to his friend with a grin. "He's lonely in the bedchamber of lovers, so he wants me to do something about it."

Maarten grunts, pulling his pipe out with a match. "It won't work—Ludwig is stubborn about lovers, and Antonio isn't over what happened to his last one."

"But it's been a year!" Christensen moves across the room to his adviser just as the pipe is lit, grabbing hold of his heavy cloak hanging by the door and throwing it over his shoulders. "Tonio needs to get over her suicide and Ludwig has to learn to accept it as not using these people."

The adviser raises a finger and grunts, pulling his pipe from his mouth. "But you technically are…"

"It's not like we can marry now." Christensen frowns at this, waving a hand to remove the smoke from his view. "Even if we did take queens, they'd die long before us."

"Hmm… true." Maarten shrugs, putting his pipe between his lips and nodding. "Give it a shot, I guess."

Christensen nods as well, moving through the doorway with his guard following shortly after.

"I apologize again for any inconvenience, Lord Tuckit. My fellow kings and I will see what we can do about it." Christensen grins to the man standing before their thrones.

Lord Tuckit smiles back, hope in his eyes. "T-thank you, King Christensen!" He turns to both of the other kings beside Christensen, bowing to each in turn. "King Ludwig, King Antonio; thank you all!" The short old man then turns, the guards at the exit opening the doors for him to leave.

Antonio stares over to Christensen, his usual smile in place. "Lord Tuckit is a kind man. His daughter really shouldn't be married off just because he doesn't have money."

Ludwig coughs into his fist, gaining his fellow kings' attentions. "But he still hasn't paid his taxes to the regional lords, therefore he is at fault."

"Even if he hasn't paid for a month, I believe he shouldn't have to give his daughter away for marriage this young!"

Christensen raises a hand, stopping Ludwig from retaliating to the brunette. "First of all, the law, my law, says no one under fifteen may marry." He glances to Antonio then. "How old is the daughter?"

The Spaniard lights up. "Alyssa is thirteen, blonde, green eyes, slight freckles on her chee—"

"That's enough, Antonio. I asked for age, not a description." Christensen chuckles at the still glowing grin on his right hand king's face. "In any case, the girl—"

"Alyssa."

Ludwig sighs, slapping a hand to his forehead when Christensen makes no move to scold Antonio for interrupting.

"Of course, Alyssa… she's too young to wed. And I don't even recall what these taxes are." To this, the Dane turns to his left. "What taxes was Lord Tuckit speaking of?"

The German was about to answer, only to be cut off by a loud scoff. "Who gives a fuck? She's not marrying at thirteen if it's against your law." Ludwig turns in his chair to glare at the albino sitting against the wall behind him.

"Gilbert, you may be my adviser and guard, but I don't want to hear you say anything out of turn." Ludwig groans, his anger subsiding as it so usually does when it involved his brother. Christensen childishly points and laughs at the other German, making his left hand king wonder just how in the world had this man gotten anywhere with this kingdom before Ludwig joined?

Antonio's own personal guard speaks up then, a playful grin on his lips. "Oh Gilbert, you shouldn't bother the kings when they're speaking; you'll only be punished."

"Ew, you pervert! Luddie's my little Bruder!" Gilbert scowls at Francis, who simply laughs. Maarten sighs to himself, lighting his pipe up once again.

Antonio laughs at their bickering, watching with excitement when Gilbert stands to start a real fight with Francis. Christensen holds back his own laughter when he notices the strained look on Ludwig's face. "Alright, calm down and return to Ludwig's side, Gilbert. I'm still curious as to what these taxes are."

Gilbert reluctantly returns to his seat against the wall, but not without sticking his tongue out at Francis. Though the Frenchman had simply winked in return.

Ludwig never got to answer Christensen's question however, as the doors were suddenly opened, alerting the six in the room to look ahead again.

"Sir Vash, what is it?" Christensen greets, all thought of Lord Tuckit and his daughter aside.

The head of the guard straightened at his name, gesturing behind himself. "My kings, we found two suspicious young men within the town walls."

Antonio leans forward in his chair. "Suspicious? Bring them in; maybe they're from another part of the kingdom."

Vash nods, turning to direct his fellow guards in with the "suspicious" men.

Brought forth to the kings were two nearly identical brunettes, both put down onto their knees and made to duck their heads in respect. Vash clears his throat.

"We'd never seen them before, and their attire isn't very… wealthy." The blond guard flushes, more than likely happy that he was wealthy without the need to look the part.

Antonio hums, turning to the questioning looks the other kings sent him. "I do not recognize them…" Ludwig and Christensen sent one another a glance of surprise. Antonio simply stares down to the twins kneeling before them. "Hola~ I'm King Antonio from the sunny lands once known as Spain!" He gestures to his left. "To the far left, your right, is King Ludwig from the lands once called Germany, and beside me is our High King Christensen from the lands once known as Denmark." Antonio flashes the two a grin, happy to see they were now looking up at him. "And you two are not of whom I recognize, as I know everyone in these lands. So who might you be?"

The lighter haired brunette made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a confused "ve~?" while turning to look at his angry brother. The other simply huffed and groaned. "I am Lovino Vargas, and this is my idiot twin, Feliciano Vargas."

Christensen glances over to Antonio, catching the confused look before leaning forward himself. "And where are you from?"

Feliciano made the same noise again, only this time sounding a bit more startled.

Lovino, however, didn't flinch at the threatening tone. "We're travelers. We don't know where we are originally from…" He seems to groan. "Sir…"

Ludwig looks away, immediately uninterested.

Antonio was ecstatic though, as usual. "Oh~, and where have you been?"

"Everywhere that isn't forbidden by your kingdom's law." Lovino scowled, glaring up at Antonio.

Christensen was watching their exchanges, looking between the elder Vargas brother and his right hand Majesty. The way Antonio lit up at new information was normal, though he couldn't help but feel there was something he was forgetting.

He glances to Ludwig, seeing that he was now staring, flustered, at Feliciano, who had started talking excitedly similarly to the way Antonio would when something amazing happened. The Spaniard then began to talk eagerly with the younger twin, a fairly large grin on his lips.

Watching his fellow kings talk with these two was fairly interesting, but something was nagging at him. He hums to himself, wondering what it could be when Maarten places his hand on his shoulder.

Christensen briefly glances to his adviser. "Your Majesty, if I may suggest it, now might be the best time to give Lukas his first wish."

It was then that the nagging made sense. "Ah… so that's what was bugging me." Maarten hums, backing away and removing his hand. Christensen straightens, looking to his head of the guard. "Sir Vash!"

All talking ends there, everyone looking towards him with interest—Lovino looked a bit relieved that Antonio had shut up, but Christensen ignored it. Vash had straightened, staring at the high king with a bit of confusion. "Yes, your Majesty?"

"Would you please fetch Lady Elizaveta? Tell her I'd like to have some food sent to Lukas's bedchamber for the Vargas brothers, then return to your post." Vash nods quickly, leaving without question. Christensen turns to Maarten. "Escort our guests to Lukas's chamber, Maarten."

"Of course, King Christensen…" Maarten didn't grin, but Christensen knew he wanted to as he moved down to where the twins were. He helped them both up before directing them from the throne room, his pipe billowing smoke the entire way.

When the doors closed behind the adviser, Antonio and Ludwig immediately turned toward Christensen with inquiry.

"Christensen, why did you send them to the lover's bedchamber?" Antonio asks, genuine confusion in his emerald gaze.

Ludwig seemed suspicious as he stared at his high king. "You're not thinking… what I think you are, right?"

Christensen grins at the German. "And what might that be, Ludwig?"

Antonio looks between the two, absolutely lost on the whole matter. Ludwig scowled at the Danish man between them. "You're not going to…"

"And if I am?"

"I'm not… you can't…" Ludwig wasn't able to form a sentence, fear crossing his face before confusion overcame him. "You can't really make them our lovers!"

Antonio gasps, finally understanding. "B-but…!"

Christensen turns to the Spaniard with a hard look. "Antonio, I think it's time you got over what happened."

"I…" He looked to his feet, his eyes wide with shock. "I can't… take another lover, Christensen…"

Ludwig nods, crossing his arms. "I'm not taking either of them as a lover."

Christensen groans, slumping in his seat. It would take a while to convince the two of them otherwise…

Lukas jumped from his seat on the bed when the doors opened, startled to see Maarten entering. "Hello again, Master Lukas. Your king is attempting to make your wish happen."

The Norwegian simply stares with blank eyes, but a twitch at the corner of his lips lets Maarten know it was the right thing to say.

The guard turns, gesturing for two other men to enter as well. Lukas glances to them, giving each a nod of hello.

The lighter brunette smiles and waves, moving closer to the blond without hesitation, and again startling Lukas once he began to vigorously shake his hand. "Hi, I'm Feliciano, and that's my big brother, Lovino. He's kind of mean, but deep down he's a big~ softy, ve~!" Lukas nods a little, choosing to ignore Lovino's angry disapproval.

Maarten remains at the door, exhaling his smoke slowly. "Master Lukas, if you would get a bath running for the two; they've been traveling, and I'm sure they'd enjoy a nice bath."

Lukas nods, standing from the bed. "Of course, Sir Maarten…" The Dutchman nods and leaves without another word, closing the doors behind him.

Feliciano watches Lukas move to another doorway, entering it behind him. "Ve~, so why are you here, Lukas?"

He looks back at the happy man, noticing that Lovino had followed them as well. "Ah… I'm the High King Christensen's lover."

Both brothers look to one another then. "His lover?" Feliciano asks, turning back to Lukas. "Why does he have a lover?"

"All three kings are supposed to have a lover." Lukas pauses and gestures to the necklace around his neck. "This is the flag of Christensen's lands, or at least the old flag. It marks that I am his."

Feliciano nods in understanding, watching Lukas turn back to the water basins, preparing to pour the water into the tubs. Lovino scoffs and leans against the wall. "If all three are supposed to have lovers, then where's the other two?"

Lukas doesn't even turn back to them. "If everything happens accordingly, then I suppose you two are King Ludwig's and King Antonio's next lovers."

WOW, this is kind of long. And I don't even know how many chapters there will be. I just started to write what I planned to happen in the first chapter.

Okay, why did I make Ludwig, Christensen and Antonio the kings instead of someone else: simply reason, THEY'RE MY FAVORITE SEMES in the top three couples I LOVE~ from Hetalia. In order of from most to least between the three: Antonio, Christensen, Ludwig. I made Christensen the high king because I didn't want Lovi and Feli side by side when you place them with their kings (because Ludwig is ALWAYS on Christensen's left side while Antonio is ALWAYS on Christensen's right side. No exception.)

Err... I'm just crazy, how about that? xD

If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask.