A/N : This story is inspired by Gregory and The Hawk's song "Boats and Birds". I don't know if there were a similar story with this, if there was, don't hesitate to tell me. This is Cardverse!Hetalia means that this is an AU. There would be some light shounen-ai, but nothing too explicit. And I think this fanfic would be a sad one, so if you didn't like that kind of fanfic, you can just push the back button.
Disclaimer : The character's and the song belongs to their respective owners.
Warning : light shounen-ai, possibly character's death, grammatical errors.
Read and review please. If you hate it, just simply leave... I don't like flamers.
I'm sorry if there were so much grammatical errors. Feel free to point it out and I'll fix it immediately.
PROLOG
~"I Live to Make You Free"~
King Alfred of Spade stepped into the room. The one that he kept avoid all this time. Even since that time. He refused to enter the room. He didn't want to be reminded of that person. No matter what other people said, Alfred knew it was his fault. They didn't know anything. They didn't know a thing about him.
He looked around. The room was tidy as ever, and well lighted. The room was bright with soft pastel colored walls. It wasn't as big as Alfred's quarter and somehow, it could gave him some sort of comfort. He never used this room much. Most of his times were spent at Alfred's side, but Alfred still remembered this room. He walked to the fireplace where there was a very comfortable chair and fluffy rug. Alfred smiled as he sat on the rug and touch it with his hand. It was soft. Every warm night they spent together in this room when they were two little boys.
Alfred stood up and walked to the bookshelf. As usual, the shelf was full of books. Thick books, scrolls, documents. All of them filled two of the walls. In the other side of the room was a desk. But not like Alfred's unruly desk, this desk was so neat. Everything was in order. The quill, ink, parchment.
Alfred moved up to a single door. He stepped in.
His room.
Same comfortable atmosphere. A four poster bed, a large cupboard, a small table and another stack of books. Typical, Alfred thought.
He sat on the bed, but something caught in his eyes.
A book.
The Flying Mint Bunny.
Alfred remembered when he read this book for him and they enjoyed it together. So, the King reached out for the book and opened it when something dropped to his lap.
A white envelope.
A name was written on it.
Alfred.
Out of curiosity, Alfred brought the envelope out of the bed room into the desk where he searched for letter opener. Carefully he opened the envelope and pulled out some papers.
He quickly recognized the writings.
The curl of each letter.
The characteristic of the letters.
Each Dots on "i" and strips on the letter "t".
The way the letter "s" curled.
Alfred knew them too well.
Dear Alfred; that was how the letters started.
Dear Alfred,
Before you continue to read further, I wanted you to know that I live to make you free…
A/N : Sorry it was so short... I know it's just a prologue. I'll try to make it longer next time. Leave a review!