Peace is precious.

And hard to come by.

When no one has ever known of such a thing.

Two small boys run through the fields. Brothers. Holding hands and jumping through the hay. One with eyes as bright as the sky. The other's a shade lighter. A bit on the violet side. They are both blonde. And happy. With big smiles on their faces. For nothing bothers them in this world. The only thing that matters is them.

A silver haired prince gets on his knees and ruffles the hair of his blonde little brother. A bright grin spreading across his face. His scarlet eyes filled with love and adoration. How he loved this little brother. There isn't much he wouldn't do for him. No. There isn't anything he wouldn't do.

A young boy and girl stand in a meadow of clovers, watching the sun set. They are but children. But the young boy already knows that he loves her most in the world. And he always will. He holds her hand tightly telling her of a musical composition he was writing. Just for her. She smiles brightly at him and nods, interested. He smiles back and picks one of the little purple flowers that occasionally grow within the meadow and sticks it behind her ear.

The young princess keeps her head bowed as she is told that she will never be Queen. She of course understands. She is a woman. And a son has been born. There is no need for her… that is just the way things are. She never had any expectations. She will love her little brother no matter what.

An older brother travels far from his home, which is not in the four Kingdoms, to look for work. He leaves behind many brothers and sisters. But in doing so he will be able to send money to them and help them live a better life. It is sad. But he will do his best. The older brother ties his hair back and begins his journey.

He is young… but his fate has already been decided. Emerald eyes glance up at three older brothers. A mad dash for the throne… he has no chance. Too young to accomplish anything that would make him worthy of the crown. He simply listens to his father speak, occasionally glancing out the window at the land he'd never get to see. Bound to a fate that leads nowhere.

No matter how hard you try. No matter what you do… to try and obtain some kind of peace. There will always be a warring force tearing it apart at once. Ruining the hope. Destroying the chance. Letting the battle continue.

The boy with sky blue eyes that are now filled hurt and betrayal as the man dressed in orange and yellows, held his brother by the shoulder. How his adoptive father nodded and let him be lead away… How that horrible blonde man smirked and took his brother from him. How his brother let himself be led away… breaking their promise that they'd be together forever… The boy's hands curled into fists. He'd never forgive him. Never.

The silver haired teen looked at all the blood in shock. His brother standing in the middle of it all. His bright blue ones shocked. A knife in his hand. And the bodies… all the bodies… Thinking fast… there was only one thing to do. Whatever happened he had to help his brother. And a choice had to be made…

The boy and girl dance together in the moonlight. Oh how he loves her. He twirls her around, and she laughs and giggles. The ring feels like it's burning a hole in his pocket. In a moment he will ask for her hand in marriage. His dearest love. His purest flower. Oh. How he loves her.

The princess runs out into the garden to show her brother the scarf she has made for him. She smiles brightly, quite proud of her work. She suddenly stops, her eyes wide. "What… have you done?" she whispers in shock. The younger brother turns, his violet eyes gleaming. Dropping the dead bird he had been holding. The neck twisted… the same for all the little birds that circled him. All suffering the same fate.

Finding work within the kingdom was not easy, sadly. He finally managed to find a position in the army. Not ideal. But it'd make good money to send to his family. They would be marching out soon. He takes a deep breath to calm his nerves. He has to live. He has to win. Not for this Kingdom of Spades. But for his family.

He watches them bicker. Fight. Argue. He stands in the back and watches. The King and Queen grow ill. Sick. Weak. And the brothers fight. The kingdom… declines. One by one… they leave. In one way or another… either by their own will… or by the gentle hand of death. He buries his parents and forgets his brothers. He is the crowned prince now… To be King he must be married. But he is in no hurry for that… What had been denied to him was now his… He can't help but smile slightly as his parents are lowered into the ground.

When you always do what you've always done. You always get. What you've always got. When you repeat the ways of those before you. The results will be no different. The wars will continue. And soon all memory of peace will be forgotten and it will never be obtained.

He blinked in surprise. The apples had spilled out of his arms in shock. Complete shock. He slowly looked into emerald green eyes. He quickly looked back down, unworthy. Completely unworthy. The other blonde smiles, bending down to pick up one of the many apples that had scattered to the ground. He brushes it off a bit and offers it back. Meekly, the blue eyed teen takes it, whispering a soft thank you. The other smiles and holds out his hand again. "Come with me…"

He falls back, holding a hand to his cheek. Scarlet eyes flaring in anger and betrayal. He backs up before he can be struck again. His clothes dirty. Tattered. He hears the words. They echo through the courtyard. Anger burns through him. And he looks at his brother. Almost pleading for him to say something. But the blonde remains stoic. Not saying a word. Just staring right at him as it all unfolds. Cursing slightly, the silver haired teen jumps up and runs. Runs through the crowd of jeers and hisses. Trying to dodge the rocks and rotting fruit that is tossed at him. He just runs and runs. With a warning to never return. Not here. Not to any kingdom. Forever banished… forever without a home.

He stands still. Silent. No emotion. No tears. He listens to the vows be exchanged. His beloved flower… marrying… him. Of all people. The ring he had given her had been returned. In exchange for something much more grand. For a better future… she tossed him aside so easily… It hurt… oh how his heart ached at this… but still he stood. Unable to look as the two kissed, becoming husband and wife. King and Queen.

She stared out the frosty window. Wondering how many people in their kingdom were freezing to death. Starving. Penniless… ill… just dying in general. Oh how she hoped her brother would make things different. Would change things… instead… things were worse than ever… and everyone here was trapped.

The battle had not been easy. But he returned. Victorious. A hero on the field. He knelt before the young Prince… being honored. Rewarded. Promoted. As the Jack of the kingdom. The guard and adviser to the King and Queen. Or in this case… just the young Prince. He was proud. This would bring his family so much money… they'd never be hungry again. He stood. Unable to hide the small smile. He was handed a small note by one of the soldiers after the small ceremony. Curious, he opened it up. It was in a writing from his home land. From one of his brothers… He gasped softly at the letters contents. One of his brothers. One of his dearest brothers… had been stolen away…

Hate begets hate. If one can not be understanding. Willing to learn and change. Then history will always repeat itself. If one can not be willing to learn from mistakes… then how can you expect the future time line to do the same?

"You will marry me." The words… were scary. He stared with fearful eyes at the blonde. The Prince… Why? He wanted to ask… he was just… a poor farmer. With nothing to offer. He was boring. A child really… But this was a chance. A chance to chance everything. He had nothing left after all. This isn't how it should be though. He should be… in love with this other person… it was all wrong… all so wrong… but he nodded very slowly. "As you wish… your majesty." The emerald eyed man smiled pleased. A pretty little husband on his arm. And the title of King in his pocket… though… as he looked at the blonde before him… Queen didn't seem to fit… He bit his lip a very difficult decision before him.

He cackled happily balancing himself on the frozen wooden bridge. His tale flickering back and forth. Being mindful of the cane the other wielded and would probably smack him with at a moment's notice. However, the stern almost emotionless violet eyed man glanced up at him, his lips ever so slightly thinning yet quirking upward. Just so slightly. But ruby red eyes caught it. "I will be making a cake tonight… I find the best place to leave them to cool is on the windowsill… even… at this time of year…" The silver haired man couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter and bounced away, being sure to scale the frigid castle's walls to see if such a thing was true…

She stood still. Beside her younger sister. Trying not to flinch at the cracks. Or the screams… She bit her lip, hard enough for her to bleed and kept her eyes on the sight. Seeing but not seeing… She didn't want to see such a thing. She screamed again crying out in agony as the staff smashed into her ribs. The poor Queen… she'd never have an hair at this rate… but… The older princess had to admit… she didn't want this man to have a child…

"You could have said something…" he said softly looking down at his younger brother. Brown eyes glanced away, feeling embarrassed perhaps? It was unusual circumstances… A red sleeve covered his lips. "Are you… disappointed…?" he asked softly. The older brother shook his head. "My prince is doing something similar… will you be happy?" The younger brother glanced back up at his brother and nodded. "I am… it's a life I've always dreamed of." The older swallowed. Feeling ashamed. "I did the best I could for all of you…" He was cut off. "And now I can take care of myself. I thank you for your efforts… but this is where we part…" The words stung… "So. You become Queen and you're too good for all of us now, aru?" The soon to be Queen turned away, not answering that. He slowly made his way up to his husband to be. The blonde stern. And serious. And gently taking his Queen to be by the hand and leading him away.

And here we have a few souls, thrust into shaping a future of this world. The four kingdoms who have always fought and bickered and battled and warred… a chance for peace and alliances is in grasp with young ones who are not from the noble lands. Who are not aware of the standards of hate one must have for the other kingdoms. Young and innocent… they can change the fate of these lands.

Cardverse story. Woot woot.

A story of all the kingdoms. Not just the Spades. But it will focus mainly on Spades. And it just won't be the cardverse people. Everyone will be in on this story. Not by the number things Hima made. Since I didn't think that was very accurate. Belarus in the Hearts. Nope... I've placed everyone where I think they fit ahead of time. (I rp KoS elsewhere so I've had these ideas in my head long ago.) And all will make an appearance within this story. I will certainly try to get everyone that is.

I do hope you enjoy.