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Love Reign

Chapter One: The Ambassador's Son

In the garden of a large palace is a young platinum blond haired prince holding a rose absent mindedly. He and his brothers were just given their own countries; his eldest brother Tino was Finland, his second eldest Tore was given Norway, and he, Týr, was given Iceland. When their respective countries ruler dies, they will become it's king. Týr couldn't care less about this, though. If he had it his own way he would live here in quiet peace, wondering the gardens and reading in the library.

But no, his father doesn't raise anything but kings. He even bribed the two countries with no heirs to have his sons be theirs. Of course their mother doesn't say anything, as long as she is given beautiful clothes and jewels she doesn't care what goes on around her. Now that Týr thinks about it, neither of his brothers are very keen on the idea of ruling a country either. Tino wants to have fun with his life, and Tore wants the same thing as Týr. Somehow the king obsessed with success managed to have all boys like he wanted, but not one of them strives for power.

The only thing any of them is willingly doing that would further their power is Tino marrying the Swedish prince Berwald., and the only reason for that is because Tino is actually in love with him. as for Týr and Tore, they aren't big on love, so they can't benefit their father in that way. No, they probably won't be any sort of help with power elevation.

As he mulls these thoughts over in his mind a butterfly flutters around his head before landing on the flower in his hand. "Either butterflies around here are overly friendly, or you're just sweet." A voice says from behind Týr, snapping him out of his thoughts. Týr looks behind him and sees a shaggy haired brunette dressed in foreign clothes, from Hong Kong it seems, staring at him blankly. "That's not a type of flattery, right? Because it is a very lame attempt at it. And I have no interest in a man who wears a dress." The boy looks at him blankly before lifting up his robe, making Týr's cheeks become slightly pink, to reveal pants.

"It's not a dress, it's a robe. If anyone is dressed like a girl, it is you prince." Týr twitches at this. It is true after all. He has a hat with ribbons on the back and a large robe over his shirt and pants. The robe is so large, in fact, that all you can see is his tall white lace-up boots. "…I see your point. So who are you?"

"I am Kaoru, the son of Hong Kong's ambassador. Which prince are you?" Kaoru asks and Týr stands up. "I am the third prince of Finland, heir to the Icelandic throne, Týr." The smaller teen says, reciting the exact words his father told him to when asked. The sarcasm in his voice doesn't seem to go unnoticed by Kaoru either, judging from the small smirk now on his lips. "Ah…such a grand title for such a small child." Týr's stoic face twitches slightly. "I don't want it." Kaoru nods. "You don't seem the type to want a lot of power." "I'm not. It's all my father's wishes." Týr answers and Kaoru sits down in the garden. "Um…what are you doing?" The prince asks and Kaoru looks up at him. "Isn't it obvious? I'm sitting down."

He picks up the rose Týr set down and twirls it in his fingers. "Maybe I can catch a butterfly as well." "I find that doubtful." Týr says before leaning down and holding Kaoru's hand still. "You can't attract any with it twirling around." An older boy with blond hair and a blue version of Týr's outfit comes towards them. "Týr…why are you holding that boy's hand…?" Týr and Kaoru look over to the boy, who is now fidgeting with his hair clip. "Tore…why are you out of the library?" Tore looks at him annoyed. "Berwald's younger brother Mathias has been following me around…"

Týr and Kaoru share a confused look before facing Tore. "What is the prince of Denmark doing here?" Tore sighs and sits down across from Týr and Kaoru. "Hell if I know. He's here to make my life miserable because he's bored." Kaoru smiles at him. "Maybe he likes you. If he's following you around." Tore blushes a little and glares at Kaoru. "Maybe you like my brother since as soon as you all arrived here you made a b-line to him." Týr looks at him confused and Kaoru shrugs, looking at the confused boy. "I saw the butterfly flying around you. It intrigued me."

"Don't start…what did that British ambassador call it…? Oh yes, don't creep on my brother. I'll kill you with my battle axe." Tore warns calmly and Kaoru chuckles a little. "I assure you I am not creeping on your brother." "but that guy's creeping on you, brother." Týr says and that other two look over to see a spiky haired blond running over. "I. Hate. Him." Tore says before laying down in a bed of tall flowers. "I'm not here." He whispers and Týr nods. "Hey! Týr! Where's Norge?" Mathias asks and Týr shakes his head.

"I have not seen him and why do you insist on calling him Norge?" Týr asks in annoyance and Mathias laughs. "Because soon he will be king of Norge!" Kaoru and Týr share a look before Týr stares at Mathias. "Very lame, Mathias." "Says the fifteen year old boy playing in a flower garden." Mathias counters and Týr shrugs. "Just remember…when you find Tore, expect to get bruised." Kaoru nods and Mathias laughs. "Whatever you say!" Týr and Kaoru watch silently as Mathias runs off.

"He's gone?" Tore asks and Týr nods. "He went into the castle." The older prince sits up, a few petals scattered in his hair. "You sure he's gone?" "Nope…" Týr says blankly and Tore stiffens up. "Hey Norge…" Mathias says from behind him before kneeling in front of the teen and picking the pedals out of his hair. "Stop touching me, Anko uzai." Tore warns and Mathias laughs. "You sure do like to learn words from other countries, huh? And I don't want to stop touching you. So what are you going to do about it, Norge?" Týr quickly sits down next to Kaoru as Mathias goes flying over his head.

"I'm off. And I'll get you back for that, Týr." Tore warns before heading out. "So…that was the second eldest prince…?" Kaoru asks and Týr nods. "And his new stalker, Mathias." They sit there in silence for a moment before a maid comes over. "Prince Týr…you're wanted by your father." The maid says, bowing to the prince. "Oh…so I am in trouble." Týr says blankly and the maid nods nervously. "Y-yes prince…" HE looks over to Kaoru and waves goodbye before following the maid out.

King's meeting room:

Týr enters the room to see his father glaring down at him. "Týr…" "Yes, your majesty?" The king looks from his son to the window nearby, Kaoru sitting in the rose garden in plain view. "What are you doing in the garden? Is it not your job to groom yourself into a king?" Týr looks out at the garden and sees the other boy frowning in frustration, making his lips curve into a small smile. "Well…" He smirks at his father. "Is that not the jobs of my tutors?" The king's eyes flare up in rage and he slams his fist on his throne's armrest. "Damnit, Týr! I will not accept your indifference! I will keep you locked up in this palace and away from friends if you do not make a great impression in the Icelandic king at the end of the week!" Týr shrugs. "Whatever you say, your majesty." The boy is given leave and heads to the library, seeing Tore in there with Mathias draped over his shoulders.

"So you got in trouble again?" Tore asks and Týr nods. "I am slacking in my duties as heir to the Icelandic throne. He threatened to keep me locked in the house and away from my friends." His older brother looks at him confused. "What friends?" Týr shrugs. "That's what I wanted to know, but he was far to pissed to be reminded of his son's antisocial ways." Tore nods and goes back to his book.

"Hey! What about that boy from the garden? You seemed to get along!" Mathias exclaims and Týr looks at him confused for a second. "Oh! Right, the butterfly lover from Hong Kong…I don't have time to make friends. I have two days to master Icelandic language and learn all of their history and customs. I have to study now." Týr says, walking over to a large bookcase full of books on the country of Iceland. "Hm…good luck." Tore mutters and Mathias laughs. "You should have done this long ago! Procrastination is very unbecoming of a future king!" Týr twitches slightly. "Tore, control your ape." Tore nods and sharply elbows Mathias in the gut. Hard.

A few hours later:

"And this is our library!" A small blond, around the height of Týr, says happily to Kaoru. "Ah, the library is very nice, prince Tino." Kaoru says before his eyes land on Týr, who is immersed in books. "Ah! My little brother Týr! Studying for the arrival of Iceland's king? How uncharacteristically prepared of you!" Tino teases and Týr looks over at him and Kaoru. "Hello prince Tino, hello butterfly lover." Kaoru looks at him confused. "Butterfly lover…?"

Týr nods and goes back to his book. "Did you get one?" He asks and Kaoru shakes his head. "No, but I am close." The prince looks at him confused. "What kind of butterfly can be caught inside?" Kaoru smirks slightly. "The most beautiful butterfly." Týr rolls his eyes and goes back to his book. "I don't know how it works in Hong Kong, but the butterflies don't enter the palaces in Finland." Kaoru looks at him confused for a second before smirking again. "You're pretty clueless for a prince." "You're pretty bold, for the son of an ambassador." Týr counters.

"Um…so…you two have met?" Tino asks and the teens nod. "I see…well, I have shown you the whole palace now Kaoru, so I am going to see my fiancé now." Kaoru and Týr nod goodbye to Tino as he heads out. "So…you are studying?" Týr nods, staring at the book. "Can't you tell form the piles of books at the table?" "Hm…you seem upset. Did your father say something mean?" Kaoru asks and Týr looks at him confused. "You…are very strange…and very bold, Kaoru." But yes, I am to impress the king of my future country with knowledge of his language and history or else I will be locked in the palace for god knows how long."

The teen sighs heavily and lays his head down on the table, his face in the book. "Do you think you can do it, prince?" Kaoru asks, eying the large stack of books. "Of course I can…I'll be done reading them by tomorrow morning. I just need to put them into practice somehow…" Týr mumbles from behind his arms. "I would be honored to help you practice, your highness." Kaoru says and Týr peaks out from behind his arms. "…Why? You are here for the kingdom of Finland. To try and put yourself in the good graces of the heir to the Icelandic throne is foolish. Go make nice with Tino." Týr says before sitting up and stretching a little.

"My father is here to get in your families good graces, not me. I will associate myself with whom I please…and who will have me." Kaoru says and locks eyes with Týr. "Hm…" Týr looks away and points to a bookshelf. "Those are our books from Hong Kong. History, language, religion, fables, and other publications. Read whatever you want." "I see…thank you." Kaoru bows to Týr before going to the bookshelf. He thumbs through the books and notices one of fables, frequently used. Picking it up, he starts reading it as he heads toward the table Týr is sitting at.

That night:

Týr finishes the last book and groans, laying his head on the desk again. "Damned books and kings…why couldn't I have been born into a family where I get to live in castles and not worry about any of this stuff. Perhaps I could be the son of an ambassador…" "Hm…we do have it made." Kaoru says, looking down at the boy from behind an Icelandic book. "I think…I shall go to bed now…" Týr groans before standing up. "Oh shit…" Kaoru mutters, putting the book down. "I forgot about getting lodgings for the night…" Týr shrugs and takes Kaoru's hand. "If need be, which apparently need is, I will show you to an empty room no one ever uses." "Why doesn't anyone use it?" Kaoru asks and Týr brings him to the room. "It is my second room." Týr says and Kaoru gawks. "You have two rooms? Why?"

"It is Mr. Puffin's room." The smaller teen says and Kaoru sits on the bed. "Who is Mr. Puffin?" Suddenly a puffin bird flies down from the top of the bed's canopy and lands on Týr's shoulder. "This is Mr. Puffin." Kaoru twitches. "I'm not sleeping with a bird." "You should have thought about that before you decided to loom around me all night like some creeper." Týr points out and Kaoru groans. "I am not a creeper."

The younger teen thinks for a second, before looking at Kaoru. "Well…if you want…you can sleep in my room with me." "Oh. That sounds good I suppose…better than a bird." Kaoru says and Týr points accusingly. "AHAH! I knew you were a creeper!" Týr heads out of the room. "I'm not a creeper. You just want me to want you." Kaoru teases and Týr goes bright red. "I-I don't want you to want me! How preposterous!" Týr looks away in disgust. "I'm going to bed!"

He heads out as Kaoru watches with a smirk on his face. "Such a cute butterfly." Mr. Puffin flies down and begins pecking at him. "OW! SHIT! P-PRINCE! TAKE YOUR DAMN BIRD!" Kaoru yells and Týr pokes his head in. "Mr. Puffin, come on." HE holds out his arm as Mr. Puffin flies over to him. "Good night, pervert." Kaoru smirks. "Good night, my little admirer." Týr blushes and slams the door closed.

Týr's room:

Týr walks into his room, his face bright red. "Such nerve…teasing a prince." He allows Mr. Puffin to fly up to the canopy before he notices Tore sitting on his bed. "Tore…?" Tore looks at the boy. "Who is teasing you?" He asks and Týr sighs heavily, sitting next to him on the bed. "It's nothing, why are you here?" Tore twitches. "Mathias found out where my bed is. So I will stay with you." Týr rolls his eyes. "You are a prince of this kingdom, kick him out of your room." Tore groans and lies down on the bed.

"He is the prince and heir to the throne of Denmark. If I get on his bad side, I get punished by father." Týr smiles for a second before lying down. "I think…you like prince Mathias." Tore's eyes widen and he glares at Týr. "You think wrong." "I think you like that he chases you. That he follows you and worships you…" Týr says and Tore drops a pillow on the boy's face. "I could say the same about you with that Kaoru boy. Ambassadors are to be treated with luxuries…but their families, which they aren't even supposed to bring, do not warrant the second room of a prince." The older brother points out and Týr points to the canopy above his bed, pillow still on his head and muffling his voice slightly. "You also don't give a room of a prince to birds."

Tore looks up at the bird. "Yes…you have a habit of becoming attached to things. Birds, other animals, flowers, books…sons of ambassadors from Hong Kong…" "I am nothing but a kind host to Kaoru. I do not get attached to people so easily, Tore. Animals are different." Týr points out and Tore sits up. "Whatever you say, Týr." The older brother lifts the pillow off his head and notices the bright blush on his brother's face before Týr rolls over quickly. "Good night, brother." Tore smiles and pets his little brother's hair. "Good night, Týr."

Next morning:

Tore and Týr wake up to the sound of knocking. "It's your Danish stalker…you go answer." Týr mumbles and Tore sighs. "Who is to say it is not your friend from Hong Kong?" Both boys remain silent for a moment before Týr speak up. "It's probably Tino." "Definitely Tino." Tore agrees and they both open the door to see a confused looking Kaoru. "Hello prince Tore…Prince Mathias was just knocking on the door looking for you." Kaoru says, pointing to Mathias knocking on random doors. Tore sighs before whispering in his now blushing brother's ear. "Human are animals too, you know." "Not funny…"

Tore looks to Kaoru confused as Tore leaves. "Why are you at my bedroom's door? Your boldness never ceases to amaze me." Kaoru laughs a little. "Can't friends visit one another?" Týr blushes deeper. "F-friends…?" Kaoru nods and pats him on the head. "Yes, Týr, friends. I take it you have no other friends? I am…perhaps…your first?" The prince glares at Kaoru and looks away indignantly. "That is none of your business, Kaoru." Kaoru smiles at him. "Shall we go to the garden and practice what you learned yesterday?" Týr groans and rolls his eyes. "Do I have a choice…?" Kaoru laughs a little. "Not at all. But there is one thing you can choose." Týr looks at him confused and Kaoru reaches out running a finger over the prince's shirt. "You can choose whether you come out in your proper clothes…or these lovely pajamas." The prince goes ten shades of red before slamming his door shut on a smirking Kaoru.

A/N: LAME TITLE IS LAAAAMMMMMME. But i couldnt think of anything else. I wrote this because i love Iceland and Norway's olden day outfits~! As you can see this isnt entirely true to the olden day ways. because, well, it isnt. i WISH i knew enough about these places to where i could do so accurately. But yeah. Also, i'm sorry that all the brothers names start with 'T' i didnt realize it until...well...i started listing off who got what country. anyways...hope you will like it. I dont think it will be a very long story. but i could be lying to you. OH! And it's most likely going to be 'M' later on. I'm pretty sure but not entirely sure.