When His Highness awoke, he was cold.
It wasn't that his bed was insufficient. In fact, it was quite the opposite. It was large and elaborate, fit for none but a king. Except, perhaps, a king and his queen.
As comfortable as the bed was, it was meant for two. Unfortunately, the newly crowned King of Spades was alone.
Since his coronation the previous month, the King Alfred had been sending soldiers all over his kingdom in search of the one chosen to rule by his side. Thankfully, Spades and Diamonds were at peace, unlike usual, so soldiers from all corners of the kingdom were available to aid the search.
All four kingdoms each held three magical clocks, gifts from the mysterious Jokers several centuries in the past. The clocks chose the people from the kingdom who were most fit to rule in the three highest positions; king, queen, and jack. Social class didn't matter to the clocks. All that mattered was their ability to guide the people.
When the former King of Spades had died, a little over a month previous, the citizens were terrified. Though they knew their next king would be destined for the position, nothing could guarantee that he would be familiar with the proper way to conduct oneself in royal courts.
Thankfully, the kingdom needn't have worried, because the clocks identified the nineteen-year-old, noble born, Alfred Frederick Jones as the next King of Spades. Being of noble blood, Alfred was already perfectly familiar with protocol and etiquette. However, the chosen queen had yet to be found.
Alfred carried out his duties to the best of his ability, but was painfully aware of the loneliness he experienced. He tried to keep his mind off it, as his Jack, Yao Wang, had advised, but every morning, Alfred was reminded of their lack of success by the the lack of a warm body next to him.
He slowly dragged himself out of bed and attempted to mentally prepare himself for the day's trials. Thankfully, problems were few and far between with the beautiful planting season that they had just experienced. Alfred quietly chuckled to himself as he thought of the harsh, unforgiving winter that was destroying the crops of the kingdom of Clubs. Though he didn't mean to be cruel, King Ivan of Clubs had not left the best impression when he met Alfred at the recent coronation.
Yanking his thoughts to a different train of thought, Alfred attempted to flatten his hair with a varying degree of success. When all but one stubborn strand had begun to obey gravity, Alfred dressed and ate breakfast brought by servants, thinking of anything but the empty space to his right.
THIS IS A LINE BREAK. HIS NAME IS ROBERT.
This is my first Hetalia fanfic, and I'm relatively proud of it. Please review!
Disclaimer: I am female. I do not speak Japanese. Therefore, I am probably not Hidekaz Himaruya.