Hi~! I'm Beyond, and I'm writing this for a friend named Sam. I call him Foofoo. Makes sense, right? Anyway, I'm writing this for him 'cause he's never seen any of my story writing before! Gasp! I'll get on with it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, just the plot.

The moon shone brightly and silently in the sky, and the world seemed peaceful. But it wasn't; it was far from that.

In the Kingdom of Concord in the land of Heta, a widowed queen was in deep pain. Not in just any kind of pain; childbirth pain. The queen was desperately trying to keep hold of her life, but at the same time hope her child lived to breathe a single breath. The birth wasn't going well; there was blood everywhere, and the queen wanted to pass into the dark abyss of death, but the urging from her maid, Yao, who was indeed a guy but who cares?, to keep pushing.

With one final scream, the child slid out of the queen, and all was silent. After wiping the small newly born child off and wrapping it in a blanket, Yao finally realized he couldn't hear the labored breathing of his beloved queen.

"Queen Brittania?" Yao asked, with no reply. He gently shook her still body, praying that she hadn't died. Her husband, King Arnea had just recently died trying to rid the kingdom of a dragon. Of course he had succeeded, but it took his life in the process. That would mean that their first child, heir to the throne, had been left as an orphan.

Yao heard yelling out of the castle walls, even though they were thick. He cursed under his breath. Since the King had died about a month ago, the kingdom beside them had decided they wanted to rule this land, too, even though their kingdom was falling—fast.

The King of Janag was ruthless, and would stop at nothing to crown his son, Ivan, in the name of Concord. He would probably even kill the new heir to the throne, even though he was only moments old.

Making a quick decision, Yao grabbed a cloak and put it on. He would take the secret passage in the queen quarters that she didn't know he knew about. He would take the newborn to an orphanage where he would be properly raised—hopefully. It was better than being killed, right? Yao assured himself. Perhaps when the child was fully grown, it would truly be ruler.

Yao grabbed the child and cradled it in his arms. He opened the secret way, which was behind the fireplace, and blinked a sad goodbye to his dead queen. Yao had liked her a lot, and was sad to see this was how she had died. Yao shook the thought of the queen out and continued through to the tunnels that would lead to the sewer, and eventually the streets of Concord.

While he was walking through the dimly lit tunnels, Yao looked down at the child in his arms. He was a spitting image of his father—fuzzy blonde hairs on his scalp, and looked like he would grow to be decent in build. The child opened its eyes to look into Yao's amber ones. Yao noted they weren't the normal blue that every child was born with, but they were a deep forest green.

Yao's mind wandered to what he would do after he left the child at the orphanage. He probably wouldn't return to the castle; he would probably be recognized as the queen's maid and be beheaded on the spot. No, he couldn't do that. He would find work somewhere in the city… He just didn't know where yet.

While Yao was lost in thought, he didn't notice that the small Prince had started crying. Softly at first, and slowly getting louder per second. When Yao finally realized, he tried cooing the newborn into being quiet, which wouldn't work. Just when Yao was starting to panic, the Prince started getting quiet and seemed to be… laughing?

Indeed, the Prince was laughing. Just like in the stories of how when a newborn started to cry, a faerie would make silly faces so it would be soothed or something like that. Yao looked down at the child with a skeptical look before rolling his eyes and walking forward faster. They had just entered the sewers, and Yao didn't want to stay in this area longer than he wanted to and risk the chance of getting bitten by a rat or two.

With his near run-walk pace, they duet made their way into the city up through a manhole. Yao looked around at the scenery before him, remembering what his life was like before he went to work for the castle.

Yao had been a gang leader, and it only got him into trouble, trouble, and more trouble. He was left with many broken bones, bruises, and whatnot. He had faked his death in the end, and changed his identity, growing his hair out to make the long ponytail he now wore, and his name. Wang Yao. He had liked the ring to it.

The one thing he regretted, though, was leaving his family. His two year old twin brothers, his five year old extremely silent brother, and his sister, who had been nine at the time. It had been about 3 years since he left, and it still brought fresh wounds to think of them with his mother who was just barely scraping along. His father had divorced her and married a younger woman, leaving his mother to pieces. Yao had been seventeen then. Whenever he had to run errands for cooks or someone and had to go into town, he would always seem to see his mother. He would then duck out of the way, hoping she wouldn't recognize him.

She never had.

Yao scanned the alley for anyone that might try to attack him, and then after deciding that it was okay to continue on, went for the orphanage on the other side of town.

When he was almost there, Yao realized that he hadn't chosen a name for the Prince in his arms. Mentally smacking himself, he thought over the conversations the King and Queen had had over baby names. They both had liked Arthur for a boy name, didn't they? Yao asked himself, trying to fully remember.

After pondering it over for a few more minutes, Yao decided that he was right, and walked over to the small building- also known as the orphanage. He knocked on the door, and waited for someone to answer.

A man that looked like a priest opened the door, looking annoyed and seeming to want to tell Yao to go away before seeing the child. "What do we have here?" the priest asked, staring at the small bundle, which was asleep.

"Sir, this child's parents are dead… and I cannot take care of him. His father died in a fight, and his mother in childbirth. May I keep him here until I can one day come back and claim him?"

"Of course. What's your name?"

"Wang Yao."

"What's this little fella's name?"

"Arthur… uh, Kirkland, sir."

"Kirkland, eh? Interesting name," the priest commented as Yao put the bundle in his arms.

Yao looked down at Arthur one more time. "Goodbye, little Prince. Be good, and wait patiently," he whispered out of earshot of the priest before taking his cloak and putting it over his head, disappearing into the streets.

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