i told myself that i wasnt gonna start anymore fics until i was done the others but of course i never listen to myself.

the idea came to me this morning and so i decided to write it.

side note: this is set in the future where america has a king and kids are more respectful of their parents.

enjoy and let me know if you're feeling it or not! :)

James Diamond is bored with this conversation. No, that is an understatement. James would rather be learning quantum physics (though he has absolutely no idea what that is) than sitting here and listening to his mother yap on about something he could care less about. He wants to go outside and duel his best friend but his mother is hearing none of it. She won't even let him go get a glass of water. Well, he doesn't need to fetch it himself; he's got butlers to do it for him. He just wants to get out of this bloody room.

When he makes sure his mother isn't looking at him, James looks up at his butler, Alfred, and points his head at the flat screen TV. His butler bites his lip and shakes his head. James glowers at him until Alfred concedes and turns the TV on but making sure that the volume is on mute. James grins and happily watches "College Girls Gone Wilde". A pretty redhead is about to take her top off when his mother shuts it off.

"Mum!" He whines.

His mother ignores him and looks at Alfred. She crosses her arms over her chest and waits for him to apologize.

"I'm so sorry, your majesty." He lowers his head. "It shall not happen again."

Ms. Diamond shakes her head in annoyance and looks at her son. "Why aren't you listening to me?"

James rolls his eyes. "Mum, listen. I don't need a partner to run England. I can do it myself."

"Like the time you took care of your fish?" Ms. Diamond raises her perfectly arched eyebrow.

He groans. "How long are you going to hold that against me? I was a kid."

"You were 18!"

"Mum-"

"James, that is enough." She says sternly. "Now listen. You are going to get married to the king of America, happily."

"I am not getting married to some fat American." James huffs and slumps in his seat.

"Sit up!" His mother scolds but James just frowns. "He is not fat, he's quite handsome. And if you want the war between us and the Americans to stop, this is our only solution."

"We already won!"

"And not due your incompetence."

James scowls. "That doesn't matter. We won and plus we've been ruling over the Americans for centuries. Why does it have to change now?"

"Your father's last wish was that he wanted peace among us and the Americans. He was American, you know."

"Well, he should have done that when he was alive."

Ms. Diamond sighs. "He's coming in two weeks to live with us, so you better be on your best behaviour."

James scoffs. "I'm not 14, mum. I'm 20."

"And yet you act half your age." His mother sighs and gets up to leave the room.

He slumps even further in his seat and pouts. "This is so not fair."

"Would you like some ice cream, your highness?" One of his butlers, Jeeves asks.

"Yes." James answers.

"What are you sulking about?" His best friend, Carlos asks as he steps into the family room.

"Get him some ice cream too." James orders Alfred then looks at Carlos. "Mum's making me get married to some fat American."

"He's not fat." Carlos replies casually. "He's actually really cute."

"Wait, you knew about this? And how do you know what he looks like?"

"Yeah, your mum kinda spoke to my parents about it and I overheard them say she should go for it. And did you forget I'm a solider, in your army. Obviously I saw him."

"We need to devise a plan because there's no way in hell I'm marrying an American."

"Your father was American."

"And look how he turned out. He died."

Carlos just shakes his head and silently listens to his best friend rant on.

Halfway across the world Logan Mitchell is having the same meltdown for he is having the same conversation with his parents.

"The only person I want to get married to is Camille." Logan protests.

"That call girl?!" His mother asks, outraged.

"She is not a call girl."

"You are getting married to James Diamond. That is final, young man."

"You do understand why, don't you, son?" Mr. Mitchell asks.

"Of course father." Logan sighs. "We need to establish trust and peace with the British. Why are you making me do it? Make Larry do it!"

"Your brother is far too young."

"He's 18." Logan replies flatly.

"He needs to be here to run America."

Logan sighs. "Fine."

Mrs. Mitchell smiles brightly. "Perfect. Get packing, you leave for London in a few days."

Logan really doesn't want to get married to some spoiled British asshole. Especially to someone with a face like James Diamond. He looks like the prettier and obnoxious version of Robert Downey Jr. He's in love with himself, and only himself. On Robert it looks charming and irresistible. On James, it looks ignorant and absolutely rude. He's seen James on the news. He's the party type of king, the kind of king who will do anything for a drink. Logan didn't believe in drinking or partying, for that matter. He hates just the thought of it.

He groans. What is he getting himself into? But it's not like he can disobey his parents. His parents are the reason why he's king. Without them he wouldn't be where he is right now. He really wishes he were a peasant right now.

"Congrats on getting married to Diamond." Kendall, his best friend, laughs.

"You're coming with me."

The blonde shakes his head. "Yeah, no."

"C'mon. Someone has to be there so I don't end up killing him."

"I am not going to England and meeting some conceited asshole."

"You sure?"

Kendall nods. "I stand my ground."

2 weeks later James finds himself being awaken at the break of dawn.

"Get up, James. They're landing any minute!" His mother says, trying to wake him up.

He groans and pushes his mother's hands away. "Don't they have their own plane? The hell are they doing coming at this bloody hour?"

"James!" She scolds. "Up. Now!"

She slams his door on her way out.

"Fucking Americans." He groans and gets out of his bed.

He pulls on a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants and makes his way to the backyard where his mother is waiting for him.

"Honestly, James. Couldn't you at least comb your hair?" She frowns, combing it with her fingers.

"Stop!" He backs away from her. "And if he wants to get married to me he should get used to what I look like in the morning."

They wait for 5 minutes before James gets impatient.

"Can I go?" He asks. "The pilot probably fell asleep."

"James…"

But James shakes his head and makes his way back into the palace when he feels a gust of wind almost knock him down. He holds onto the railing and looks up. Sure enough, there was a plane with the name Mitchell across it landing on his lawn. They watch a short man get out of the plane with a tall and lanky man.

He should be nervous, he really should. He's meeting the man he's going to be spending the rest of his life with but he couldn't care less. The man probably wouldn't even be able to put up with James' lifestyle anyway. They get closer and James sees that they're both wearing dress shirts and dress pants with a tie.

Okay, this man definitely won't be able to put up with James' lifestyle.

"Welcome, Logan." Ms. Diamond greets. "And?"

"Kendall Knight." The blonde smiles, bowing down. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, your majesty."

Ms. Diamond smiles and beckons his son over. James makes a face and strolls over to the two men. One is extremely short, about Carlos' height with dark brown hair and a tight smile. He looks like someone shoved a stick up his arse, whereas the other one was tall with green eyes, blonde hair, and ridiculous eyebrows. At least this one didn't have a stick up his arse.

"I'm James, though I'm sure you were already aware of that."

"I'm Logan Mitchell." The brunette says. "And this is my friend, Kendall."

"You two must be awfully tired." Ms. Diamond says, walking with them into the palace. "James will show you two where you will be staying."

"Why would they be tired? They didn't fly the plane." James frowns.

"James." His mother says before walking off.

"Alfred will show you were you're gonna be sleeping. I'm going the fuck back to sleep." James smiles and hops off towards the stairs.

Kendall and Logan stare at his retreating back.

"I can't get married to that thing!" Logan blurts out. "He didn't even dress up properly to greet us!"

Kendall shrugs but doesn't say anything. Alfred and a few other butlers walk over to them and pick up their suitcases. He then takes them up to separate rooms. Kendall's directly in front of James' room.

James plops himself down on his king sized bed and falls asleep, dreaming about ways to get rid of the prince and his pretty cute friend.

k james hates americans, because well, don't the british and the americans hate each other?

idk, im just going with what i see and hear.