"Oh hey England! I have a cool game to play, but nobody else wants to play… Will you? Please?" The taller blonde smiled hopefully at the man with ivy eyes, who sighed.
"What's it named?"
"War!"
"You know I don't have time for games…"
"Aww, c'mon, it'll be fun!"
Arthur just rolled his eyes. "Fiiine… How do you play?"
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"ONE, TWO, THREE. WAR!" The two nations slapped over their card, and the results were in: Alfred had a King of Clubs, Arthur a King of Hearts.
"Rightie, so now we set down three and flip the fourth!" Alfred set down his cards and waited for Arthur to follow suit.
"Why? Hearts beat Clubs." Arthur was suspicious Alfred was making this up on the spot.
"But the stakes are higher this way and it makes winning fun!" The caterpillar brows scrunched together, and, as he still had work to do, decided to end this before it became stupidly drawn-out.
"If that's how you want to play, shuffle all your cards, put them all down, and then we'll settle this quickly." Arthur shuffled, dropped his cards, and flipped the last. Alfred, enthused by this high-stakes, complied and did the same. Alfred had more cards; Arthur had better ones; and the grins were on as they looked at their last card. Arthur had the Ace of Hearts. Alfred had the Ace of Clubs. Both blinked at their cards, surprised. Arthur glared at the cards. Alfred flipped and started panicking, taking it, in Arthur's opinion, way too superstitiously, and clung to Arthur. "AWMAHGAWDTHERE''SJUTSTOOWEIRDWAAAAA…"
"Let go of me, you bloody git! There's no ghost or demon, except whatever is possessing you to attack me like that!"
"You sure…?"
"Yes! Now let me go, you're squishing me!" Alfred's arms slowly relaxed and the two sat silent for a while.
"Hey scone-muncher, you won."
Arthur grinned a little. "Do I win anything?"
Alfred tilted his head. "Huh? What were you thinking of?"
An odd light glittered in the magic nation's eyes as he realized maybe Alfred hadn't overreacted too awfully. "You've never lost a battle, have you, King of War?"
Alfred, clueless, blinked at the cards and tried to figure out where Arthur was getting that. "King of Hearts? What?"
Arthur's grin expanded. "How do Clubs compare to Hearts, Alfred?"
Alfred, on his part, only became more confused and flustered. "They squish them…? Especially when they're scared…?"
"But you can't fight your own." Before Alfred had time to comment on that, England leaned over and kissed America. "I'll be your king again, your King of Hearts."