Merits: Hello to everyone! So, this my first fanfic on this account. Let me say thank you for picking this story to read out of all the ones that are currently on this site. It is really appreciated. If you haven't already figured it out, this is a USUK story. That mean boy x boy. However, there will be no yoai. I don't write mature content. Sorry. Oh yeah, this is a Cardverse AU because I love Cardtalia. I guess it's a bit of a few other crossovers, but the main one is Cardverse.

Warnings: Swears/cussing, boy x boy/slash (later), and violence (later)

Important Characters (In order of appearance):

Arthur Kirkland ~ England ~ 23

Alfred F. Jones ~ America ~ 19

Yoa Wang (mentioned) ~ China ~ 33

So now that I've bored you with my author's note, on with the story!

Arthur sighed and carded his golden hair in between his fingers. He had gotten up at dawn and had spent all day debating over problems, attending meetings with advisors, and working out anything he didn't quite get with Yoa. All in all, it was an exhausting day.

And he still had a mountain of paperwork to sign.

Arthur sighed heavily again. Removing his hands from his hair, he instead chose to fiddle with the edge of his cloak in favor of his unruly golden locks. The long purple cloak covered up a white undershirt and a small part of his tan pants. The most ridiculous white bow that Arthur would have burned long ago, had it not been for traditional reasons, was tied around the Queen's neck. Resting upon his head was a small top hat that always seemed to lean to the left of his head. After years of fighting to keep it straight, Arthur had simply given up on it.

Arthur glared at the tall stack of papers that he still had to sign. He really didn't want to, though. Then again, when did he get what he wanted? Never.

Giving an irritated huff, Arthur reached for the quill that was lying on his desk, dipped it in the jar of black ink, and began to scribble his name on the parchment of the documents.

Arthur had been trained from (practically) birth to be the Queen or any other Royal. Arthur had been born and raised in a family of nobles that were well acquainted with the old Royals of Spades. Arthur didn't remember the old King and the Queen had died before he was born. Yao, the Jack, had been around for quite a long time. Yoa, if Arthur was correct, was around ten years older than himself. The old King had died when Arthur was eleven years old.

At first, the kingdom of Spades had been in complete turmoil. The people had been worried about the state of their Royals, or lack thereof. One Jack was not enough to run the entire kingdom. This happened for about a year. Then the Clocks chose the next Queen of Spades.

Arthur Kirkland.

Arthur's parents, predictably, had been ecstatic. Their son was going to be the Queen of all of Spades and its one and a half billion subjects. His brothers had been jealous. Why would the youngest get to be the Queen and not them? Arthur had been downright terrified. There was no way that he, a twelve year old boy, could possibly become the ruler of one of the four Kingdoms of the Deck. It scared him. However, Arthur forced himself to suck in his gut, keep his chin up, and accept everything. If not for himself and the people of Spades, then for his parents and to prove his brothers that he was right for the position and not them.

So here Arthur was: a twenty three year old man that was stuck inside the palace walls doing the work of both the Queen and King, seeing as the Clocks hadn't chosen a new King quite yet. He had been stuck as the Queen for eleven years and life was never easy. And the rising rebellion didn't make it much better.

Arthur felt a scowl creep onto his face. The rebellion. Damn it. The commoners and peasants of Spades were apparently unhappy with the current condition of the kingdom. And what did they decide to do? Rebel.

Arthur groaned. Why couldn't they just wait it out? Yes, not everything was perfect, but from what he had seen nothing had changed too drastically. There was no reason for these people to start an uprising. Some of the nobles had even stared calling the Rioting Rebels. Unofficially, of course.

Arthur sighed again and turned back to his paperwork. It wasn't his place to deal with the foolish anarchists. Best to leave them to his advisors and council members.

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It was a good day for Alfred F. Jones. A very good day indeed.

A huge grin of pure joy was on his face and his eyes were alight with cheer (and slight mischief). That was the only thing one could see when they looked at him. Literally. Alfred's face was covered by a mask that his everything but his mouth and eyes. As for the rest of his body, it was covered with a skintight long sleeve midnight blue shirt and tight, black pants along with a pair of black combat boots. Not what he wore for everyday occurrences. Then again, he wasn't really doing what one would consider an everyday occurrence at the moment.

"Stop!" A voice screeched. Alfred turned his head over his shoulder to see three Enforcers running at full speed to catch up to him. Alfred's grin morphed into a smirk.

"Thief!" Another one yelled as they started falling behind. Heads craned to look up at Alfred. The blonde couldn't help but feel proud of himself. It had taken forever, but his teacher had turned him into a fighting machine. His teacher had taught him everything: agility, strength, balance, stamina, strategy, and stealth. And Alfred was thankful for it; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to sprint across the peaks of house roofs at a breakneck pace. Like he was doing right now.

As for the thief part… well, Alfred had taken something rather important from the snooty nobles in one of the richer districts of the city and he wasn't very keen on giving it up quite yet.

Alfred looked back up to focus on the path ahead of him. Now, where was that gate that separated the richer and poorer district? Ah, there it was.

Alfred ran on the roof top until he reached the gate. Bending his legs for the extra spring, he jumped up and landed on top of the stone gate.

The blonde looked down at the Enforcers that were currently shouting curses and threats at him. Alfred smirked again and simply reached into his pocket. Producing the item he was looking for, Alfred held it between his middle and pointer finger before flicking it at the wall directly next to one of the three Enforcers. All three of them froze.

Shattering the silence, the tallest one growled. He knew that sign. That card with spiked corners that could cut through walls and a single black ace on the white surface: the thief's tell.

"You," he hissed, startling his two companions, "you're that rebel thief, Trump!"

Alfred's only response was a widening smirk before he jumped onto the other side of the wall and ran.

Merits: Sorry that the first chapter is kind of short. It is just a tiny intro. I promise that the next one will be longer! So about Alfred. Obviously, he's a rebel. The reason he wears a mask and has a fake name is because he can't let the kingdom know his true identity. I like the name Trump a lot. Also, I might refer to him as Trump if I am in limiting my third person knowledge to Arthur or anyone else who doesn't know his identity.

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