The rules of chess are quite simple

piece assigned by the board, is your social class and status do not believe you can aspire to be more or less

2. Every seven years after the last chess game a new game shall start

3. Highest authority in the game is the KING everyone obeys the king unless special circumstances arise. If so, another piece may lead

4. Speaking against the game is forbidden if so there will be severe punishments

5. Choose your steps wisely in the game, the loser loses. The winner keeps playing until the end

6. A duel to the end, you must play. If you forfeit, the 2 Leader (King and Queen) of the kingdom shall die. The leftover pieces shall continue the game in the next round

7. The winner shall remain as king until their end. They will be rewarded one wish by the board.

8. Think with your brain not your heart

These were the rules of the wretched social hierarchy and the chess games. Elizaveta hated the fact she had to follow these rules. Many people hated to follow the rules. The monarchy existed to protect its people, which wasn't bad but the hated the fact she had to follow these rules. Many people hated to follow the rules. The monarchy existed to protect its people, which wasn't bad but the fact that they were used as pieces in some stupid game just to please a god like the board was stupid. The board cursed them to play at certain times every seven years after the last game, the blue kingdoms previous monarchy died. all of them each one dead.

Now our story begins with the story of four different people of different classes but the same loyalty encourage needed to either and the deadly game or and themselves.

So bear with me as we start with the way how things work in this weird world. The chest world, with simple rules that must never be broken.

The board chooses its New players, not the players choose the game. The board is known to be a type of "God" , giving the world a balance of magic and health. Now, in exchange for that simple peace and prosperity, the board requires an entertainment. More or less a game, a deadly game. The game of chess is what humans called it. Four kingdoms of different colors and different tactics come together to fight against each other. The game only ends when one king is last one standing.

The game of chess is played in a battlefield created exclusively by the board and each year it is magically remodeled. No one knows the board, some say it exists, some say it's a female others think it's a mail. Only the last remaining king after the previous game knows what the board is, and that king was Ivan Braginsky. The king of the black kingdom.

In this world a king does not need to love his/her queen but a queen must never aspired to love anyone else but her king. A knight, a rook and a bishop must never marry outside of their social class (nobility) and if they do... They are punished.

In this world, class and status mean all and skills don't. They are acquired through time love is something unattainable for these monarchs because so many died young and the cycle starts again. This game was to be thought but not felt through. Remember, "think with your brain not your heart" (rule 8)

Now let's get this story finally started!

MAY 17th

~The Blue Kingdom~

Elizaveta walked through the corridors of her castle looking for her King. "Feleciano!" She yelled out, knowing he would probably be somewhere playing around. They were bounded together by the choosing of The Board , she was his Queen, and He, her King. But love was not something they cared for. Elizaveta, the Queen of the Blue Kingdom.

"Elizaveta? Oh, my queen...you're looking for our King, he is with Ludwig" Roderich replied as he walked down the corridors of the castle. He held a book in his hands, as he fixed his glasses. Clearly he had been at the library. He wore a black waist coat, a dark royal blue dress shirt and dark pants with dress shoes. Handsome. He always looked at her with such kindness and care that she adored but knew she could never try and have a romance with Roderich unless she wanted her head cut off. Rules were Rules, a Queen must never betray her King.

"Roderich, you know you don't have to be so formal" she told him as she began walking towards the gardens. Roderich following her close by, he was Her Knight and the best one.

"I have to be, my Queen. But...What is wrong? You are very...impatient" Roderich commented as he walked at her side. Elizaveta sighed and halted.

"Haven't you heard? The game of Chess is starting once more. In two months time. And once again it's another damn game, whomever wins stays, and whomever loses...loses. My Mother was the past Rook for the games, she died to save the kingdom" Liz said as she looked at the ground, remembering the hardships of the kingdom when the Previous king was losing the Chess game.

"We may have lost the last game, but we have a new leader, a new king" Roderich pointed out with a smile, as if trying to help her relax.

"You know very well that the King that loses will die. I can't let Feli die" she began saying as she looked towards the gardens where Feleciano was walking around smelling the flowers. A big smile on his face like a child, and at his side his Rook, Ludwig Beilshmidt. She saw Feli as her younger brother since when they were younger, she did spend her adolescence almost raising Feli with the help of Roderich.

"Liz...do you...love him?" Roderich asked quietly, his heart pounding hard to know the answer. He had feelings for his Queen, he couldn't deny it, but he couldn't say it out loud either. It would be considered treason. Rules were rules. Position in this hierarchy and social class meant everything. A romance between Knight and Queen or King and peasant was considered treason in a way, violation to The Board, and it's rules.

"...Roderich, that is not a question I should answer" Elizaveta replied strictly as she turned her back on her knight and began walking towards the gardens to tell her King of the events transpiring soon. Roderich knew that if she said no, and someone heard, something bad could happen. Betrayal against the highest authority, the King was a punishment by Death.

"Liz!" Feleciano yelled out with enthusiasm as he saw his Queen. "Why such a sad face? Did they not serve pasta today?!" He asked in a rush. Elizaveta smiled kindly, as she was suppose to be his support and his friend as well. Ludwig did not have his outfit on, so he did not have his typical bandages on his bottom half of his face. It was part of the piece he was, and his curse.

"Miss Elizaveta?" Ludwig asked, Liz smiled.

"We have to talk My King" Elizaveta replied as Feleciano looked serious for a moment and nodded. He may seem harmless but there were more layers to him than what he appeared.

Ludwig bowed down, and excused himself, as for Roderich he did the same.

"What is it Liz?" The Italian asked as he sat down on the grass, laying down and gazing upon the blue sky that beheld white puffy clouds. He wore black pants, a light blue dress shirt and long black boots. His hair was perfect in place except for his curl that was easily distinguished from his head.

"My King...the chess games are taking place in 2 months" Liz informed as she also sat down on the grass, waiting for his instructions. The Italian only sighed and yawned as if bored.

"My king?"

"Liz, don't worry, we won't lose the games" Feleciano assured confidently, it was as if his bad ass side came out because he no longer was smiling as a cute boy but as a charming man. "Or are you worried to see our pawns die? Or...do you simply not believe in my power?" Feleciano asked in a deep serious voice. Elizaveta shook her head, knowing she was his Queen and was suppose to be his support until her end.

"I believe. I do. I just wished we wouldn't have to resort to war every time the chess games have to happen. An anniversary of death. Every damn 7 years" Elizaveta commented. The chess games were known for its anniversary , every seven years after the last game were settled and done for, the games would repeat itself. Each year a new winner would arise but this year, the only old player that stood was the Black King. The king of that kingdom was Ivan Braginsky. He may look young but he was indeed quite the deadly man.

"Liz, don't worry!" Feli assured with a sweet kind childish smile. "We will win!" He assured.

"Can't we...not fight this year?" She asked quietly, knowing that if anyone else heard, it would be considered treachery against the Board and the order of this world. The basis of creation of the Chess world. Feleciano stayed quiet and pushed himself off the green grass,

"Lizia!" The Italian cried out with his accent. "Do not say that out loud" Feleciano pointed out with a kind smile. "remember that" Feleciano replied as he pushed himself up and stood up. Elizaveta nodded without comment, she knew that the pieces bounded to fight were cursed to do so...and no one knew how to break the curse. "Now, Liz, let's go eat some pasta! ve~!" he said cheerfully as he began to walk quickly with an excited face. "Ooh! There's the masquerade Spring Ball tonight!"

Elizaveta smiled although her heart told her to fight for her beliefs. To fight for a neutral land. Where the Chess Board could not rule and the pieces were not confined to the damn curse. Even if she had magic...she didn't know how to even Control it enough yet.

This is the beginning of our new Game of Chess.

MAY 17th

~Orange Kingdom~

Arthur Kirkland, The Knight of the Orange Kingdom. He sighed as he listened to the news of a Chess game.

"Arthur! Are you listening?" The American asked him as he yelled it out loud.

"Are you ever bloody quiet, you wanker?" Arthur replied annoyed.

"You're always so damn mean Artie! But did you hear, yes or no?" King Alfred asked

"Yes. I bloody heard, the Games are starting in months. I don't understand why the hell do we have to play? When it is against our will. We will lose people, and you're a new King. You were only nominated 7 years ago to be King" Arthur pointed out. Alfred sighed annoyed.

"And you became head Knight, 7 years ago too. So shut up, and don't act as though I am inexperienced with how I run my Kingdom, you are as inexperienced in war as I am" Alfred replied with a sassy tone that annoyed Arthur, but the Brit couldn't help but admire the Americans sass and his cuteness.

"Look you bloody prick! Don't you dare use that tone on me" Arthur began raise his voice when Yao slapped his fan against the table, and hard. Causing a loud bang noise to spread through the room shutting up everyone. Yao wang, the Queen of the Orange Kingdom.

"No arguing-aru! Arthur remember your place. He is your King, and you will Listen. Unless you want your head cut off-aru" Yao stated as he stood up. The Chinese man looked very feminine, he was indeed beautiful and attractive, he could pass as a woman any day. Yao was very strong with Magic and extremely strict on rules.

"Y-yes...My Queen" Arthur stuttered to say as he lowered his head. He was nothing but a Knight after all. His status was less than Alfred's and Yao's, and if anyone heard that The King was disrespected it would be chaotic. ' Damn the rules' Arthur thought to himself,

"Mon Cher, I have a question" the French Bishop spoke out. He had been sitting with his eyes closed.

"Yes?" Alfred asked,

"...are you ready to lose pawns?" Francis, the bishop asked as he opened an eye. Looking at the American with curiosity.

"...it is war. I will have to make sacrifices." Alfred replied as he looked determined and unemotional.

"But..can't we NOT fight for once?" Arthur asked quietly. Knowing his rebellion could be his end some day. Yao laughed in disbelief.

"You know the rules, Arthur-aru" Yao replied as he stood up and began walking towards the door. "Don't wish for something that you know cannot come true, we are cursed to fight for the sake of humanity-aru" Yao replied as he sighed. Arthur lowered his head and looked at the ground. He felt a blush of embarrassment creep up to his cheeks, 'damn he's right' Arthur though as he clenched his fists. Alfred said nothing as he followed his Queen out of the room.

"Remember Artie, there's a ball tonight" Alfred reminded as he left the room. Francis stood up from his own chair and looked at Arthur.

"Mon Cher. We can't help but fight until our end" Francis spoke softly as Arthur sighed loudly.

"But I don't want to fight a damn war! That we are forced into! Staring into Deaths face is not on my Bloody wish list! I want to live and-"

"-Marry Alfred F. jones" Francis finished the Brits sentence when Arthurs checked began to turn Red as a tomato.

"OF COURSE BLOODY NOT! Damn wanker could die!"

"But you would never let him. Unless you killed him yourself, of course. And even then you would revive him and love him forever" Francis replied with a laugh of amusement as Francis began to leave the room. Arthur began to breathe deeply and slowly trying to get rid of his blush. His feelings towards His King were not meant to be, and Dear Lord knew that very well. So tonight, at the ball, he would try and find someone to distract himself from the feelings of having a hopeless crush on someone he can't have.