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"What a divine woman."

"Yes. It is said that she has the prettiest hair of all women in the seven kingdoms."

"It is said she has the most mesmerizing eyes."

"Haven't you heard? She is said to be the most beautiful woman of all."

After decades of global conflicts, in search of peace, 7 countries have become allies: Sweden, Germany, Italy, France, Spain, England and the United States. Each country, in order to keep the peace between them, decided to have a king to rule them, of absolute control, title passing from father to son, but who had the fragility of being replaced if the people were dissatisfied and demanded a change of administration. They'd be representatives of the country, with counselors and assistants, and their first and foremost interest should be their people's well-being. The kingdoms lived in peace and harmony, cooperating, helping, making decisions that would not harm any of the unity and improve the life of the kingdoms as a whole. Long after the unity has formed and stability has settled, a beautiful princess was born to the king and queen of Germany, growing to be a beautiful woman- the most beautiful woman and queen of all the seven lands; In the United States, on the other hand, the queen gave light to a prince, growing to be a greedy king.

"What a pretty child was born!"

"She inherited her mother's golden strands and crystal blue eyes."

"She will grow to be as pretty as her as well."

"Foolish people! Haven't you heard? The child is a boy!"

On December 13, the german kingdom received a prince. His hair was blond like his mother's and eyes as blue as the seawater that met the german lands at its' shore. Instead of naming him after his father, they named him Mihael, believing that a new name showed a new start, with a different and better future for the country, and with enough luck, to all the seven lands.

On February 1st, a month and a half later, the USA gained a new prince as well, following by the name of Mail. His brown hair, seeming like the mud of winter that have been stepped by many travellers, and dark blue eyes, that were the color of the sky that can't quite decide whether it's already yesterday or yet a tomorrow, didn't seem like the father, and too alike the mother. Unlike Mihael, he was not described as beautiful, his features were not eye-catching and didn't receive fame outside of the country's borders, yet his mother was sure he'll be a better ruler than all the previous ones.

One winter, the king of the United States heard of the queen of Germany, named Ada, and her beauty- of the rumors of her being the most beautiful woman yet to live. Not believing, and perhaps in search of repayment for his own unluck that slept besides him in his bed, he planned a trip to her kingdom.

"Mello dear, the king from the seventh country is coming today. Please, accept the help of the maids this time in getting ready. You know how important it is for us to impress our guests, especially the noble people that are our allies."

Mello was in the library, lying on the carpet, surrounded by books he has yet to read or have finished, the current book he was reading in his hands. For a 10 years old, this book would be too complex. But to him, it was like reading a regular kids' book.

"Why do I have to dress up to impress them? I'm only ten!" He said in irritance. When having to overwork himself for others' impression of him was the only time he'd ever use his young age as an excuse to be dismissed. In any other occasion, he'd get pissed of the exclusion for being so young.

"Because you are going to take over this place one day, Mihael. You need to make friends, and you know that the sooner the better." His mother bent down and picked up a neat pile of books (the satisfaction made her child put the books away gently, differentiating them from the ones he has yet to read that were in a messy pile). With a delicate movement of the wrist, she returned each one to where it belonged.

Mello sighed. "I know, mom. But I dislike each king and queen from the other countries. All have a plan to take over the seven lands one day and be the only ruler. Why doesn't father start with that too? He'll be a fool and lose first!"

His mother stumped on the carpeted floor. "Mihael Keehl! I do not like it when you talk about your father like that! You know he is doing his best to keep this country standing, and also to keep others from attacking us. He is not a fool and will not let this country lose, even if it means being the only person left to battle!"

Mello sighed again, closing the book in a snap and putting it back in place with anger. "Yet he doesn't prepare to be the one overcoming the others in case it will happen, now, is he?" He didn't even let his mother respond, when he turned around sharply and walked away, leaving her to watch him go. She pursed her lips, sighing.

'What a complicated child...'

...

Mihael broke the cup his maid had brought to him by letting it slip to the floor. Feeling sorry, he bent down and helped her get the sharp pieces, not noticing he was holding to them too tight in his palm until the maid dropped everything to the floor again with a gasp. She grabbed a white towel from the little stroller she came in with and made him drop all the pieces as well, covering the red hand and trying desperately to stop the bleeding.

"I'll get the doctor, Mr. Keehl. Wait here, and don't let the towel loose." Rushing outside, her footsteps were getting quieter and quieter, until completely fading.

By the time the doctor came, Mello had already cleaned up all the mess, and the towel was stained in crimson red.

He got a bandage wrapped around his hand, which made his natural beauty dim, even though the black suit he was wearing made his fair figure stand out. He was all ready when his mother had grabbed his arm and pulled him downstairs to welcome the guest in the big entrance hall.

"Mother, was the king the only one to come?" Mello asked when he saw, through the glass decorating the door, three figures coming close, all male.

"Yes, my dear," she responded.

One of the men stopped in place, taking the other's coat (Mello concluded that was the king) and bowing before returning to the car.

"What is he here for?" Mello kept asking, not understanding.

"He is here to see me, honey."

"Why is that?"

She looked at him and smiled. "He has heard stories of me being the prettiest woman, and wanted to see if that was true." And to add a little happiness to her child, and maybe a glimpse of hope it will make him try to impress the visitor, she said, "And to see if she really had the most beautiful child."

Mello smiled to himself. Feeling proud, he stood tall and waited until the other opened the door for the king.

The USA king had dark ginger hair with green eyes, a crooked nose and big and fuzzy eyebrows, a few light freckles covering his cheeks. He seemed juvenile and determined, broad shoulders and a sharp jawline, with a cheerful smile and confident attitude. The king came to greet his friend, Abelard III. Next to him, Abelard seemed much prettier than anyone noticed. His blond hair was tamed and shining, and his blue eyes were sparkling with pleasure. His smile melted everyone's hearts, just like it did to his wife's.

"And this is your woman, I believe," said Matthew. He bowed down and kissed her silky hand. "She is as pretty as rumors go. Ada is your name, am I right?"

The queen gave him a sweet smile. "It is. It's nice to have you come visit, king."

In response, the king waved his hand. "Call me Matthew, please. A beautiful woman as you should be the one getting the respect and honor."

The german king laughed and wrapped his arm around her shoulder with protective instincts, sensing the possessiveness forming inside the redhead's mind. "You are more than right, my friend. Now, dinner is prepared. Shall we go?"

They sat on the wide table, each king in each end of the table, the queen on the right side of the native king, and the kid to his left.

"Sir Matthew, may I ask, don't you have a child?"

Matthew swallowed the slice of meat he had in his mouth. "Call me just Matthew, please." The queen responded with a smile and a small nod. "And yes, I do. Yet I came here to do a visit, not to babysit a ten-years-old nuisance."

Mello lifted his head to the news. He home studied and hardly left the house, and whenever he did, he was close to his parents, so he didn't have any friends his age.

He did have a good relationship with the biology teacher, but he suspected it was because she is an unmarried woman with no children, and treated him like he was her own.

"Oh, I doubt he really disturbs you," Ada said and laughed lightly.

"But he does, actually. A child, such an annoying thing. I wish I could have had him when he was older, or more mature."

"Sir Matthew."

"Just Matthew, really, I insist."

"OK. Matthew, we have our own child, and as you may know, he is around the same age as your son."

"I'm quite aware of it, my pretty Ada." The german king glared at him. "But my child is different than yours, even if I am sure yours gives trouble from time to time."

Mello bowed his head down again, bottom lip tucked under his upper one in shame, as if he just got caught red-handed.

"He might be a little trouble-maker, but rarely, and it's expected at his age. He is usually a really quiet boy. He studies hard and is considered one of the smartest in this region, especially when taking into consideration his young age."

"Quiet, you say?" The redhead placed his knife and fork aside. "I've heard that quiet children suffer from inner trouble. Is he hit, abused...?"

"What a silly question. We do not believe that laying a hand on a child in order to harm him is in any matter correct." The queen looked at him strangely.

"Foolish thing to say. Every kid needs to learn the hard way, since they ignore the easy way."

"Are you saying you hit your child, Sir Jeevas?" Her voice came out tense and her look turned to horrified.

"I do teach him something once in awhile."

"That's enough," said Abelard, not loud enough.

"My kid is stupid, in any matter, and has no qualities."

"Stop," the royal blond said louder, but still not calling the foreigner king's attention.

"I'm actually afraid of him having to rule my lands one day!" He chuckled, raising his glass of wine. "He is so careless, dumb, indecisive, frightened. Imagine him! Ruling a whole kingdom!"

"Stop, that's enough!" The king of Germany hit his fist on the table, making Mello lift his head once again and everyone in the room to stop and stare at him. He got up, placing both hands on the table and leaning forward, looking deeply inside the green eyes that were shaking with fear. "I'm proud of my son as much as I'm proud of this country, and I believe you should be, too. I will not, and I repeat, I will not accept you insulting and disrespecting your child in my home ever again."

There was a small moment of silence filled with respect. This short speech reminded everyone present why this is the king that everyone adore. Matthew took a napkin, cleaned his mouth and got up.

"I'll excuse myself, if you don't mind."

Abelard took a deep breath. "I believe that's the wise thing to do."

"It was nice coming here, Abelard." He then proceeded to walk to the queen by the table, kneeling and taking her hand and kissing it. "You are as beautiful as they say, and even more. I will have you mine." He placed her hand on top of the left side of his chest. "I promise you with my whole heart." Then he got up and left, leaving those words floating in the air.

"What a ridiculous man," scoffed Ada, getting up herself. "I'll be taking a shower. Charice," she directed her words to one of the maids. "Come with me and fill my bathtub with rosemary bubbles soap." The maid nodded and followed her steps.

"Dad, is what that guy said true?" Mihael asked, innocent and curious as ever.

"About what, boy?"

"About making mom his."

"No." He sipped the last drop of wine he had in his glass. "Do not think about it, little fellow. Your mom won't leave your dad for any man in the world, nor will I let anyone take her."

Mello got down from his chair and walked to his dad, wrapped his arms around his hip- since he was not any taller- looked up at him and smiled. "You and mom have the best love in the world. I wish one day I'll have it too."

Smiling back, Abelard patted the child's head. "You will, and she will be your queen, helping you with the kingdom you're going to inherit one day."

Placing a small kiss on the top of his head, he finally left, knowing nothing good will come out of this meeting today, leaving Mello unaware of the danger that approaches them.

Saturday that same week, five days after the meeting, six minutes after Mello opening the present his dad bought him on his travel to the neighbouring country, an unknown, sharp and taunting sound to the child was heard. The father picked Mihael up and carried him running, demanding from the maids to drop everything and go to the shelter as well. Mello was holding to his new toy firmly, not understanding the whole rush and confusion, which left him only more confused and anxious. What did the sound mean, why did everyone run? Why do they look terrified? He wasn't released from his father's hold, and was actually glad to not have been, since the sudden exploding sounds came and scared him, making him drop his toy and cling to the shirt of the man who held him.

"Dad, what's going on?" He cried to him.

"Just some kabooms, kiddo. Do not worry," he said with a calm voice. Deep inside he was afraid as well, but he knew he had to keep himself cool in order for his child to be like that as well.

A few minutes later (that seemed like eternity), the bombing stopped. They got out of the safe room, just to come across a worried mother, hurrying to see if her child was okay. Her calm and sweet facade, the permanent one that she wore, and her red lips that were in an eternal curl upwards, vanished, mouth gaped in horror and eyes wide in shock, her forehead wrinkled with worry, even her golden hair seemed like a mess; she seemed like a complete stranger, like she has been replaced with a version of herself that have gone through rough times and the years haven't done her well. After Mello being checked twice, she turned her attention to her husband. One look said it all, and as she took the kid to her own hands, the man rushed away, heading to the General, having to prepare their defense, and most unfortunate, plan a war.

"Mommy..."

"Yes, dear?" She kissed his forehead.

"I left my toy inside the other room..."

She didn't believe it at first, but is it possible that her child, such a young person, was more calm and relaxed than both she and the king together? Probably because he did not know what this situation was. Or maybe it meant that in the future, he'll stay cool and think on what to do if he'll rule in the middle of a war, instead of rushing to action.

She retrieved the toy and went to his room. Putting both down on the big carpet besides his bed, she looked at him from above.

"Mom?"

"Yes, love?"

"Why are you smiling?"

She hasn't noticed until now. "Just... Because," she said simply.

"Then... Will you stay and play with me?"

She laughed and sat down, nodding. "Show me what this toy does."

'What a child...'

...

"Out!" He yelled to the servants. But when he commanded to banish the child, they all refused. He was about to fire them all when his Right Hand came to talk to him.

"They will not do so since he's both a child and your successor. You cannot get rid of him until you find yourself a replacement, not after expelling the queen."

"My replacement is that's woman's daughter," he informed in a growl.

"First, my mighty king, it's a boy." The king's eyebrows arose in surprise. "Second, it needs to be certain. Since we do not know if you win this war or not, you cannot guarantee anything, so the child must stay meanwhile. Someone has to be here to take the throne. And, please-" he raised his hands, gesturing for the king to slow down and listen before speaking. "I know you do not want him in your place. But you cannot leave your country void of authority. He is a mere figure to the people, a backup."

Matthew gave him a sharp glare. He got up from his chair and walked to the kid, standing tall in front of him and looking down at him. He looked so much like his mother- the unsuccessful woman the king married, with no beauty, no charm, no intelligence, and no future- that it gave him shivers of disgust.

"So I try to better my luck, and what do I get?"

His kid looked up at him with the same deep dark blue eyes as his mother's.

"A pathetic child who doesn't even deserve to be here." He pulled his arm back and slapped the small cheek with the back of his hand. The child fell to the ground, tears quickly rolling down his face. "So useless. Can't even hold your tears, can you?"

He wanted to spit at the small figure, yet thought he wasn't even worth it, and simply left the child there, with his pale cheek turning burning red.

The next day, both the king and the kid travelled to Germany, where the two kings and the queen will hold a meeting about this war.
"Mihael, go outside to play with Matthew's child."

Mihael nodded and went to the king. "Where is your son, sir?"

The look on his face made the american king doubt he really isn't a girl. "Somewhere outside." Then he went in, leaving Mello outside.

The small blond prince walked around the wide garden, looking for any living being. He found ants, a rabbit, and even a straying cat, but no child. He decided to go to the river that ran from the forest in the back, pathing parallel to the house, and down the forest at the front-right side of the castle. He usually would put his feet inside the cold water and lay down on the grass when he was tired of the isolation in the castle, until his mother came looking for him to go back inside.

When he got closer, he noticed a figure, sitting with his feet inside the water. He was leaning forward, with his elbows on his legs, looking into the water

"Are you the american prince?" Mello asked, five meters away from him. The figure turned his head to Mello's direction. His brunette hair shined in the sun, and the blue eyes were vibrant, even though they were dark.

"Yes. Are you the german prince?" He asked back. Mello nodded.

"My name is Mihael. Mihael Keehl. But most of the people call me Mello. Well, besides my mom, when I do something bad and she gets mad."

The brunette kid chuckled and reached his arm forward in a greet. "My name is Mail Matthew Jeevas, but some people call me Matt, since it's my middle name. Well, Matthew is, but no one says it in length." He suddenly shut up, his lips in a thin line, as if restraining himself from continuing his babbling.

The blond shook his hand and smiled. He took his shoes off and got his feet inside the cold water as well, sitting by Mail's right side. "Were you looking at something before?"

"Yes. There were some colorful fish, and it's funny how they swim faster in a river than in a lake."

It was something Mello never noticed, actually, even with the countless hours by the river. He was about to remark at his observation, when he saw the big red mark on his face. "What's that?"

"What's what?" Mail asked back.

"This," said Mello, pointing to the cheek.

"Oh..." Matt placed a hand gently over it and bowed his head down, ashamed. Mello remembered the conversation about the USA king's child.

"Your father hit you, didn't he?"

Matt nodded embarrassingly.

"Why? Is it because you don't behave?"

The brunette shook his head.

"Is it because you don't organize your room?"

Another shake.

"Because you don't take a shower? Because if it is-"

"No, Mihael. My father hits me because I remind him of my mom so much. Because I'm useless, with no appeal, my hair is ugly and my eyes are ugly and I'm boring and average and I'm not good enough." He turned his head look to him, red circles around his eyes. "Because I'm not strong enough to hold my tears."

Mello at first was tense at the other's sharp words, but then relaxed. With a wet and cold hand, he brushed his burning red cheek. "I don't believe it. I mean, every child cries for stupid things, don't they? And of course you'll cry of you get hit, or if your own father says such stuff about you." Then he proceeded to brush the hair from in front of his eyes, his gentle gestures similar to what his own mom does when he is upset. "And he's wrong. Your eyes are very pretty. Prettier than my mother's."

Mail slightly smiled. "Thank you," he whispered. Mello smiled back.

"That's what friends are for."

"Friend?" Mail asked suddenly. "Are we friends?"

"Yes..." Mello blushed a bit. "I mean, if it's alright with you..."

"Yes," Mail said hurriedly. "I'd love to be your friend."

They exchange one last smile before the redhead king showed up near them, walking stiffly right towards Mail, then aggressively pulling him up.

"Don't ruin the child, Mail. At least he has some use. Now come, we are going home!"

Instead of yelling of pain for being yanked up and the tight, strong grip on his thin arm, he turned back and smiled at Mello. "I'll send you a letter, Mihael! It was nice to meet you!"

Mello waved back. "I'll be waiting."

Mello put on his shoes and went back inside, overhearing his mother talking loudly, which she did when worried and stressed, unable to contain her distressing feelings in her voice.

"I will not agree to this."

"I do not want you to, darling. But you might need to come in action to end this."

"I will not give up my family and sale my bod-" She spotted Mello standing at the door, interrupting her own sentence. "Mihael, dear."

He was wrapped in her tight hug. "Mom..."

"I'm sorry," she said, pulling back and straightening his clothes again.

"What did the king want?"

"Nothing, honey..."

"Ada, we can't keep it from him."

"We will not tell this stuff to a ten years old boy, Abelard."

"Hey," Mello exclaimed. "I'm old enough. What is it?"

She took a deep breath. The king placed one hand on her shoulder.

"It seems like Mr. Jeevas wants your mother to marry him, Mello. And he will not stop until he wins."


A few years back, I started this fanfic. I absolutely loved it. But... I also ditched it. I decided to go back to it, though. What I'm doing is editing all the chapters I've ever written, and re-publishing it. So from now on I'll be updating once a month. Please stay tuned!

M.E