So Hello my beautiful people. I'm a huge Hetalia cardverse fangirl so I decided to write a fic on it. So here you go. Enjoy
It was dark when Alfred woke up. The rain was hitting the windowpanes with so much force he would've thought they would break. The small cottage about him shook violently as the thunder rumbled. Alfred looked to find Mathew snoring lightly a little ways from him. The cottage was dirty and low riding. Next to Alfred was the door, where Mathew slept was the fireplace. It wasn't much, but it kept the two twins dry and warm.
Alfred F. Jones was 18 years of age along with Mathew Williams. Mathew took after their father's last name. Their parents had fallen ill twelve years ago and died when the war began. The twins lived in Spades, a powerful nation with many enemies. Ten years ago, Spades' King, Romulus, went to war with Germania, the king of Clubs. The four great nations, Spades, Clubs, Hearts, and Diamonds, have been on edge ever since. Romulus became allies with Hearts, but kept a shaky relationship with Diamonds. Romulus died about a month ago and the new queen and king were to be chosen tomorrow.
Alfred was nauseas. Spades' chose its ruler by marks. Every now and then 4 children were born at random, but always close in age. These four children were born with the mark of Spades. Two children were born with it on their hands to represent the queen, and the other two had the mark on their chest for the king. Alfred looked down at his chest. He started tracing the swirling lines flowing throughout the mark. He was grateful that only he had the mark, Mathew was lucky and didn't bear it. He was more nervous than ever tomorrow he would be taken to the blue palace. He would be presented to the kingdom and they would then hold a vote for the next queen and king. He didn't know anyone else with the mark, but he had a small hope he would become the king. Mathew wasn't in perfect health and he feared for him almost every day. He was the only family he had left.
Alfred pushed the covers back and silently got up making sure not to wake up his brother. He grabbed his thin, brown, beggars coat with patches at the elbows and pulled it over his arms. He opened the door slightly, letting in as little wind and rain as possible. Alfred stepped out into the cold, rainy night. The village was small and poor, but took care of their own if they could. The war had taken a toll on everyone, but the wealthy as expected. It was muddy as Alfred started down the road. His bright blonde hair was wet and matted in seconds except the one stubborn hair that always stood up. Mathew had it similar but his was more curled. Alfred had startling clear blue eyes and Mathew had violet. Everyone figured it was from the mark, seeing as Spades' national color was blue. Both of the brothers wore glasses which cost them much, but was necessary. Alfred also had a clear voice, but Mathew had caught a bad sickness before their parents death and ever since most sentences ended with an "eh".
Alfred pushed pass a group of muddy pigs running for shelter. He looked up slightly and saw through dirty lenses the bright light of the tavern. The blonde ran to the tavern, shutting the door tightly for good measure. When Alfred turned around everyone in the dimly lit room went silent. Everyone knew, it was kind of hard not to notice a royal courier approach a poor boy in the marketplace claiming that he was to be voted for the title of the crown. Alfred made his way through the awkward silence and took a seat at the bar. His anger rising quickly. Allistor, a redhead from Diamonds who moved here a while back, handed Alfred a glass of scotch. "So, Aye take it you're not doin so well on this, huh?" His thick accent broke through. As far as Alfred knew Allistor was from a distant island belonging to the Diamonds. It was a green, wasteland called Scotland as the redhead liked to put it. Alfred pulled from the glass, savoring the bitter taste. "I don't want their fucking charity, I've made it this far and never had problems. They're just a bunch of stuck up pricks pitying the poor," Alfred said letting malicious drip in his voice. Allistor threw his head back, letting out a hearty laugh. "Aye never heard wiser words me self," he said continuing cleaning a forever dirty scotch glass. He blew on the inside before picking up a new one. "So, how's the little lass?" Alfred tipped the drink back once more before answering solemnly.
Allistor was one of the rare people who actually gave a damn about the twins. Alfred was going to miss him dearly, but he knew if he became king he could finally give Mattie everything he needed and wanted. Allistor understood. He too had brothers, two of them lived with him and the last one disappeared one night never to be seen again. He turned in his seat, feeling a slight buzz coming on. Alfred got up from his seat and walked over to a man. The man had snickered when Alfred had entered the tavern. The man was about thirty or so years old with fraying hair and aging gray eyes. Once he got within range the men at the table stopped talking. Alfred waited a second before hooking his leg up and around the chair leg and pulling it out from under the man. He fell with a heavy thud causing all chatter in the tavern to cease. Allistor set down a glass looking with curiosity knowing full and well he should kick the blonde out into the rain.
"Fucking bastard," The man said standing up. "You think jus because you're some royal hot-shot now, you can do whatever the fuck you wan!" The man's accent was heavy with an unknown language. Alfred huffed out his chest and grabbed the man's shirt pulling him close. He could smell the whiskey on his hot breath. "No," Alfred said making his voice loud, clear, and confident, which was probably from the scotch, "But I won't be fucking pushed around like a piece of shit." Alfred hit the floor hard, while there was a firing pain on his jaw. The fucker threw a punch! Well good on him. He spoke quietly to himself. Alfred got up and faced the heaving male, pulling back a fist, connecting it with his lower jaw forcing the older man to stumble back with a cry.
"And stay the fuck out!" Alfred hit the mud, blinding him momentarily. He sat up holding his head. He and the rest of the guys got into it, but who could blame him. The rain settled down into a drizzle. Alfred let out a heavy sigh. "You, sir are the biggest idiot I have known." Alfred shot up to find Mathew standing in front of him. "Mattie! What in the hell are you doing out here?" He shot up from the ground. His twin was hunched over slightly like an elder with a cane. He wore a small gray, ragged blanket over his coat and had a small bright smile on his face. "Ugh sorry I'm just worried come on let's get back home before the rain starts again, plus it's almost dawn," Alfred said putting his arms around his younger twin guiding them back. Mathew looked over with a worried look. He asked quietly, "Worried about tomorrow, eh?" Alfred already knew that he knew the answer, but he still gave a solemn nod and continued on their way.
Arthur looked out into the dark rainy night. He looked down and traced the symbol and lines on the back of his hand. Who, he questioned himself. He already knew he was going to become queen because the other nominee was a half-blood commoner from Clubs. But both kings as far as he was told were pure-blooded peasants. Arthur turned away and began pacing. He was from wealth, but wasn't in the royal family. His family began with thieves and pirates, but over time became business men and gentlemen. He asked once more. "Who?"
So there it is. I hoped you like it this is my first Hetalia fanfic. So stay beautiful and review