Fairy tales. A mythical realm where anything is possible and happy endings are inevitable. A place where dreams come true and imaginations run wild. A place where you will never be alone. A place where the villains never win.

But what if...the villains perhaps were stronger.

What if...evil ran the streets. Fear around every corner. Terror in every eye.

What kind of fairy tale would that be? A grimm one, that's for certain.

xXx

The Jack of Clubs burst into the throne room to approach his King and Queen. He did not waste time on formalities. "The House of Spades has fallen, Russia."

King Braginski's usually cheerful face was full of worry and he gripped the sides of his throne causing Queen Hedervary to shift slightly away from him. The tension in the throne room cranked up a notch.

"What about the other Kingdoms?" He asked coldly.

"They too, have fallen, your highness."

A scream pierced the still night air. The Queen jumped to her feet and grabbed the hilt of her sword which, no matter the circumstances, ball or otherwise, was strapped to her hip. "They are here." Silence enveloped them. The Jack moved away from the doors to stand by the Royals for protection and no sooner than he had they heard it.

The horrible screams. The wailing. The crying of children.

The most awful sounds that anyone in that room had ever heard. It tore Queen Hedervary's heart in two. Those monsters! She thought angrily. Killing families and children. Ruining lives.

It seemed to go on forever until eventually the only sound that could be heard was the beating of their own hearts.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

All eyes were on the door and any weapon in their facility they grabbed. This included the King's staff which was full to the brim of magic and the Queen's enchanted sword that gave her strength in battle.

The Jack, Roderich, muttered prayers under his breath stealing glances at Queen Hedervary.

It was no secret that he had deep feelings for her. It was also no big secret that the feeling was mutual. They had been together for a short time before she met the Prince who chose her to be his bride for her military skill and ambitious personality. She handled the proposal surprisingly well believing it was her duty to herself and the people that she become the best Queen she could be. However, her one condition for going with him was that Roderich had to stay by her side. Prince Braginski had reluctantly agreed and appointed Roderich as a bodyguard for the both of them.

They had been happily living together as a sort of trio for some time before this happened.

Murderous rebels. Insane people who apparently wanted to take over wonderland.

King Braginski raised his staff and started to chant an ancient spell that Roderich recognized. "You're enchanting the doors?"

"Yes."

"All of them?"

"No."Roderich opened his mouth to protest, but Braginski cut him off. "I am putting all my energy into closing this door so that our chances of survival are better da?"

Roderich thought about it then nodded in agreement. "Okay, but if any of the other Royals are alive-"

"-there not."

"Well if they are...could they get in?"

Braginski thought about it. "They could get in" he said slowly licking his lips. "if they had the key to the throne room in the first place, which they do. Because as you well know only people with a key can get in here, or by invitation. And we most certainly did not invite them here."

The trio fell silent once more. "Where are your sisters and assistants, Ivan?" Hedervary finally asked.

For a second Braginski's shoulders slumped slightly. "They are dead."

Hedervary put a hand to her mouth tears springing to her eyes. "No, Ivan I'm so-"

"Please just don't, Elizabeta. I couldn't bear it."

Their was a sudden sound of shattering glass and wild laughter that was quickly shushed. The trio instinctively found each other close together weapons ready. They were ready and waiting.

And they didn't have to wait long.

xXx

"What did I say about language!" More profanities. "I'm sure Matt would be very impressed by your wonderful use of the rainbow, but I do am not amused and we have a kingdom to conquer!"

"I agree with Oliver."

"Oh so we're picking sides now!"

Oliver rolled his eyes and patted the man's head giving him a grin. "Is someone feeling a little upset?"

The man lunged for him, but Oliver was ready and easily grabbed his hand and judo flipped him onto the lush carpet of the dining hall.

He placed a foot on his chest and applied pressure grinning sadistically as the man struggled for air. "Now Allen, is that any way to treat your friend?" The other man that was with them said nothing. He stood by and watched stoically, showing no hint of emotion. Nikolai wouldn't have shown emotion if Oliver had been mutilating his colleague or disemboweling him and baking the parts into perfect little cupcakes. In fact, he would probably help sell them.

A door off to their left burst open and in came a pissed off Matt. "Can't I leave you two alone for one second? Oliver, go kill someone else like oh, THE KING."

Oliver licked his lips and removed his foot. Allen immediately gasped for breath clutching his chest and coughing up blood. "What happened to Luciano and the others?"

"They decided to kick back and take care of the resistors." He kicked Allen who still lay on the floor trying to regain his breath. "Now it's down to a killer cook, a vegan, and-"

"The asshole."

Matt's face contorted into a sneer and he kicked him again, this time in the ribs. "Don't ever call me that again." He hissed.

Allen's insane laugh bubbled up inside him echoing through the halls and reaching the ears of the King who shivered involuntarily; he smiled. "Can we go now? My bat's being neglected."

The corridors were very impressive adorned with tall paintings and beautiful chandeliers. And while it was beautiful there was a certain wrongness that came with it.

That will soon go away when we are Kings and they are not. Oliver thought to himself as he turned another corner. Everything will be as it should.

Allen whistled. "Some door."

The door to the throne room was glass and absolutely gigantic. Gold clubs were mixed in giving the door a surreal appearance. Matt pulled the hockey stick from his back and threw it at the door.

It crackled and sparks flew everywhere. The stick came flying back landing a Matt's feet now scorched and smoldering. "It's enchanted." He said finally.

Allen rolled his eyes. "Thank you Captain Obvious."

Matt turned his cold eyes on the younger man but didn't say a single insult. "So how do we get in?"

Oliver winked and walked over to the door pulling out a key with a small club on the handle. "It's simple," he said inserting the key in the lock "We just go inside."

"Where the hell did you get that?"

"I nicked it out of the Jack of Hearts pocket when Luciano was cutting out his heart. That boy, Feliciano?, was an idiot, excuse my language, and completely too trust worthy. Luciano hated him." He laughed and smiled at them. "But you should have seen how the fools brother reacted to his counterpart." He giggled again. "Luciano ended up strangling him with Flavio's favorite scarf. Flavio was horrified. Poor baby needs guidance." He tisked. "Hasn't even killed his first fly yet."

He stopped his rant when he noticed the other two men staring at him. He coughed and smiled. "Anyway, that's how I got the key."

Matt smiled crudely and slapped his hockey stick repeatedly in his free hand. "That's wonderful, could we get a move on before I kill Allen here?"

Allen gasped in mock horror. "Why me?!"

"Because you're the biggest pain in my ass!"

Allen snarled and got up in Matt's face. "I try."

"Language!" They heard in the background.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" They yelled simultaneously.

Oliver sighed and looked to Nikolai for help. Nikolai rolled his eyes and grabbed Allen from the neck of his jacket. "If you don't mind we've got a murder to take care of so will you stop fighting and actually do more than argue Matt for once in your pathetic life!" Allen shrank away from the angry Wonderlander in front of him. He couldn't think of one moment where he felt more helpless and insignificant then that moment the bigger man yelled.

Nikolai threw him to the ground in disgust. "Open the damn-" Oliver raised his bushy pink eyebrows. "I mean open the door so we can finish this job." Oliver nodded in approval.

"Wait here until I signal you in."

"Why, because you look so innocent?"

Oliver smiled at him. "Well aren't you a smart cookie? Yes, that's exactly why. It'll throw them off guard just like the Diamonds."

Allen snorted in response and Oliver, wasting no more time, turned the door knob and slipped inside.

The time was theirs.

xXx

The Royals were dumbfounded when the door started to open without any magical resistance. Braginski was especially unnerved by this development. "It's impossible." He breathed.

It was rumored that King Braginski had the most powerful magic seen since the King of Hearts death many centuries before. The people of the land had felt protected and even more so when he married Madame Hedervary, the fiercest warrior in all of Wonderland. She was beautiful and dangerous, "a total knockout" some called her.

Braginski had heard rumors of a group of dangerous rebels who were threatening the Kingdoms and tried to call a meeting, but many other Kingdoms didn't trust him because of his land mass and power. The Hearts had refused, saying that their military could handle a few 'kids'. The Diamonds had also refused by claiming that they were well equipped in not only weapons and soldiers, but in wealth also. The Spades had refused out of sheer pride. King Jones was very vain and believed that he could save his Kingdom with the help of his partners navy.

The Spades lived on an island and therefore needed a powerful navy to protect them. And a powerful navy they did have. The best in all the world.

In other words, no one thought the group of rebels would be a serious threat. How Braginski wished they were still alive just so he could say, 'I told you so!'.

They didn't know anything about the rebels. No one had ever seen them until today.

Until now.

A pink haired man poked his head in and took a look around. "There you are!" He said brightly. "Glad I finally found you."

They were stunned. This was the rebel? No, it couldn't be.

The door opened a little wider and the pink haired man's smile grew with it. "No friendly hello? No offer to sit down? I've been dying to sit down. It's hard you know...killing people. It takes so little effort until you have to kill the mass population." He said it so casually as if there was nothing wrong with killing hundreds of innocent people. "The children are especially amusing."

At this Hungary's motherly nature kicked in and white hot fury shook her frame. "How DARE you!" She cried. "Those people were my friends! They had families!"

The man stopped smiling and before anyone could even blink there was a swishing sound and a knife embedded in her stomach. "Family is overrated." He said darkly.

A cry escaped the lips of the Jack as she fell to the ground in a crumpled heap her eyes wide as saucers. He didn't care about the consequences only that he was there at her side when she died.

"Roderich-" She coughed up blood painting her beautiful dress crimson. Roderich could scarcely breath. At the sight of her blood it all became so horribly clear. It was as if he had been watching events unfold from above and now he was crash landing back on earth. She was dying and that was the god awful truth.

He fell beside her and cradled her head getting her blood all over his shaking hands. "I'm so sorry Elizabeta. I'm so-" He choked up and sobbed petting her hair and saying sweet nothings that only he would ever hear. Her eyes started to close. "Please!" He cried out desperately looking at the cheery man by the door. "I'll do anything."

The man raised his eyebrows. "Anything?"

"Anything."

The pink haired man started to laugh. "Allen, Matt, Nikolai!" He singsonged. "Hear that? He'll do anything to save his love." He covered his mouth with his hand to try and stop his giggles. "Oh that has to be the second best thing I've heard all day."

Roderich looked back down at Elizabeta and squeezed her hand. She squeezed back weakly. He started to pull away, but she held on to his hand. "I love you." She said softly. "Don't do anything stupid." Her breaths came quicker now. "Promise?"

Roderich gave a small smile. "Promise." Elizabeta nodded and closed her eyes. Roderich hugged her close and suddenly she wasn't breathing anymore. He gasped and clutched his stomach like he was going to be sick. "No-" He moaned tears streaking down his face. He leaned forward and captured her lips in one last kiss. They were still warm. "Auf Wiedersehen, meine Liebe." He whispered against her cheek. "We'll meet again."

xXx

A/N:

Auf Wiedersehen, meine Liebe: Goodbye, my love.

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