A/N: This will be a relatively short series. Probably around 5-6 chapters. So expect some time skips and the like. It might make 7 if I need to split a chapter or add an epilogue. Anyway, This will be mainly CanUKUS. Starting with mostly USUK (the fact that hey are married implies that much), but this story is more into depth then actual pairings. I do hope you enjoy and review. This is also un- beta'd so I'm sorry for incorrect spelling and grammar errors.
One other thing, is yes this is Cardverse with a slight tilt. There is going to be magic creatures, and Alfred can see them, along with dragons and bewitched items. Fantasy. This is also a tragedy! Expect it. I don't want anyone getting made at me, and I'm going to try to give you guys feels = v=.
Year XXX, Day unknown
Attention!
Attention!
Our Beloved King of Spades is Dead.
The King is Dead.
Our King of the Land of Spades has committed suicide!
The whole country is in mourning.
That same day a young woman of 30 was giving birth. She and her husband were having twins, they had no idea the gender. Not with the they had technology. She was in her own home with her husband by her side, and her neighbor of 50 ,Cynthia who's been through child birth before.
She was groaning in pain. Trying to keep back from screaming as her neighbor told her to push, and she held onto her husbands hand. Then right when she was told to breath and get ready for the big push. A blue mist, an aura swirled above her then dove into her belly. The women screamed and the father stared in aw. Her belly was turned a deep blue before it faded away.
The Cynthia stared in horror and the father could barely blink, but had to keep delivering the babies. He went around and snapping his wife out of her daze, was able to finally get the babies out, and cleaned up.
They were placed in a small bed, and the two women were finally able to snap to reality.
"M-My babies...they aren't crying?" Mrs. Jones asked, and sat up with the help of her neighbor.
"They're breathing and moving don't worry." Mr. Jones offered.
"Let me see them." Cynthia said and walked over. She gasped when she saw on each a faint blue outline of the Spades symbol.
"My..." She gasped.
"Wh-What is it?" Mrs. Jones asked.
"Are they ill?" Mr. Jones furthered.
"...They...They are Kings." She whispered.
"Kings?" asked perplexed and looked over to the infants. The symbol struck him odd, but he had no idea the meaning.
"Yes, when the Spade King dies, his power is infused into the next Spade King. One who has to have the true potential of the Spades King to inherit the power."
"But both have the mark." The father said and looked to both his two healthy boys.
Cynthia stared at the boys. Yes, each one on the heart. There was one difference though, one of them had the outline of the Spades symbol, while the other had a whole one which was a bit smaller. It could probably be put right inside the outline and fill it perfectly.
"Two Kings?" The father asked.
"It could be. I'll send message to the Joker."
"Wait...with them having the symbol then that must mean-"
A young man, most likely Cynthia's son came running in. "Ma! Th-The Spade king ….he committed suicide. Like the stories!"
His voice started to make the two babies start crying the one with the smaller filled in spade was much much louder then his brother. The man looked over at the babies.
"Oh they're born. That's great!" He said.
"Son...they will be your new Kings." Cynthia said with a soft smile.
"Kings?"
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5 Years Later
Attention!
Attention!
The Queen Of Spades has committed suicide!
The Kingdom of Spades is now in mourning!
Arthur Kirkland, a young boy of ten was running around his backyard, which happened to be the forest behind the modest cottage. He was escaping the harsh bullying of his older brothers. In the forest he could meet the fairies, the unicorns and all the other wonderful, and nice creatures of the forest. They talked to him and they comforted him.
He didn't hear the trumpets sound from the near by castle, he was too busy giggling when he was tickled by a certain fairies wings. They were always so playful.
Suddenly all his friends ran away, or flew away. The trees started to rustle around, whipping and creaking as the wind blew ruthlessly. He looked up with wide green eyes then was engulfed by a cosmic blue force. It wrapped around him then plunged itself into his chest.
He screamed, but not because of any pain, it made him feel oddly powerful, oddly enchanted for some reason. He fell to the ground and blacked out.
When he came to he found his brother's faces staring into his.
"He's alive?" One asked.
"Oh bugger! He lives." Another said.
The boys moved aside as Arthur got up and began to pinch and poke at him. They ruffle his hair, and pushed him up and off the bed.
"Gave us a scare you idiot!" One said with a chuckle.
"Thought we lost our favorite toy!" Another added.
"Bloody idiots! Get off!" Arthur groaned and pushed them away.
"Right away your highness!"
"Sorry your highness!"
"Never again your highness!"
Arthur quirked a brow, and frowned at their new form of teasing. It was quite unlike them.
"What the blazes are you talking about?" Arthur asked and then looked down at himself. "And where the bloody hell is my shirt?" He screeched.
"Well...mum made us go out and find ya. It was getting late you see."
"I found you passed out and we brought you back. You didn't wake so I wanted to see if I could poke at your heart." One said and poked Arthur in the chest.
"But we found something else." The other added.
They brought over a mirror and showed their little brother. Over his heart was the Spades symbol petite as it was, it was still there and seemed to glow with a certain power. Arthur touched it and felt his whole body heat up for a moment.
"This is total bollocks." Arthur huffed, and put on his shirt.
"But your highness it is true! You heard of the legends! And believe them more than we do!"
"That's right! He sure loves those stories! He stares at mum like she's an angel story teller."
"Right he does!"
"I-I do not!" Arthur blushed, and tried to walk past them.
They held him back and shoved him to the bed.
"Listen little brother, you're going to be leaving soon."
"Ya, you nasty little bugger."
"You'll be going to be in the kingdom, and you'll be the Queen."
"Queen!" Arthur snapped. "I'm a boy, I can't be a bloody Queen."
"But you are! You are!"
"I can't be a Queen!" Arthur snapped.
"You have the mark and the Queen committed suicide earlier today, so it must be true."
"She-She did!" Arthur asked frightened and confused.
"Yup, followed her King just like the legend goes. A real shocker it is!"
"Th-that's horrible! Someone died! Our Queen died!" Arthur said, a bit shocked that his brothers were acting so care free. It was a horrible burden, the Queen is dead. It hurt him to some extent to even think about it.
But what now, what did he do now? He was going to tell his mother for sure, but he wasn't ready to be Queen and if anything this was just some stupid joke his brothers cooked up to scare him.
It was working.
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Back on the other side of the Country of Spades sat Alfred and Matthew of five. They were eating a sandwich together, and looking out at the sky. It was sunset and they were enjoying their time when something hit them. Alfred more so. Their eyes widened and their minds raced.
A feeling of sadness and also of relief washed over their bodies. And for some reason Alfred paced out. He heard a voice, it sounded very odd, with a strange accent. He heard a different voice, it was like his but with some sort of warped voice over it.
How strange he thought as he fell asleep in his brother's lap.
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Yao sighed as he looked over the Queen's dead body. What a pity. He thought she would have made it, that the curse of Spades would fail this time. He was wrong.
The curse of Spades or how it's called by the peasants the legend of the Kingdom of Spades is this.
There are four powerful kingdoms. Hearts, Diamonds, Clubs, and the most powerful Spades.
Spades the most powerful country has the best military, the best economy, and a smart King and Queen. The legend or rather the curse of Spades is that the king will have all the knowledge of the previous kings, all the skill and power with it too. He will be clever and skillful, and have the perfect plans to make his kingdom happy and safe.
There is a catch. The King of Spades is powerful and well loved, but he WILL commit suicide. The Queen of Spades will follow after him shortly. They never reproduce to have heir's, and the power moves to the next rightful King and Queen, somewhere in the kingdom.
Yao had hoped that the Queen would hold on this time, that she would live to see the end of her rule naturally. The second part of the so called legend was that the Spades Queen WILL love her King, and that love will force her to kill herself out of grief when the King passes.
Now it was up to Yao to lead the country till they found the new King and Queen, but usually they were young or barely born. He would need to find them soon, and then teach them the ways of the Kingdom, but there was always the good side that they were born with an innate ability to lead.
So another story begins. How will it end?
This is just the prologue. I hope you enjoyed it though.
*- Mr and Mrs. Jones did stop Cynthia from telling Yao. They wanted to be with their boys as long as possible, and if Yao needed them he would come on his own. They are going to spend as much time together as a family as possible.