It has been a long time since I write a story so pardon me if anything came out as weird.

I have been contemplating whether to write a fem!Italy and fem!Romano story or just proceed with Italy and Romano. In the end, I chose Italy and Romano because I personally does not really like fem!Italy (fem!Romano is cute though imo). Nevertheless, I guess it makes no difference to me haha. Anyway, enjoy the story. Since I am currently having a long holiday, I will try to work on this as fast as possible.

Pairings are still a secret for now, the only thing I can tell is that this is not Itacest story. This story is Kingdom AU, not cardverse though, it is just a random kingdom I made of. Then in this story, I did not give any name to Italy and Romano's father, I will just left it as King Vargas.

I guess that's all for the introduction, do enjoy the story.

Disclaimer : Hetalia does not belong to me

The two boys walked past the back gate of the castle, finding themselves in the vast greenery of the backyard. It was quiet there, compared to the bustling noise in the ballroom where the party was held.

With their hands entwined, the older boy led the smaller boy further into the yard. They chatted, laughed and danced as if nothing else mattered in the world, only stopping when they heard the sound of the fireworks being launched.

While still holding each other hands, the older boy started to open his mouth. His words were follower by a slight nod of his partner, who looked down to hide his embarrassment. Looking at the response, he grinned widely and pulled him for a hug.

"That's a promise."

"Prince Vargas, it's time to wake up. Breakfast will be served in an hour."

Lovino opened his eyes lazily. Waking up early had not been his virtue, with the addition of the repetitive dream he'd been having, he was not exactly at his best mood now. His mind trailed back to the dream he had been having lately. It was not an unpleasant dream, but the lack of details had annoyed him greatly. He was sure that it was him, with another boy slightly older than himself. However, no matter how many times he tried, he could not make out the face of the boy. He could not make out his words. The only thing that was clear was that he made a promise with him.

His trail of thought was interrupted when his attendant called for him once more, "Prince Vargas, it's time to wake up."

He frowned, "I heard that from the first time, Alfred. Just shut up."

His attendant, goes with the name of Alfred F Jones, also served as his personal bodyguard. Since the incident 10 years ago, his father, King Vargas, banned him from going out by himself. At first, he was confined to his room, only allowed to leave during his lessons. But King Vargas realized that it would not do good for the Prince and decided instead to multiply the security tenfold and give him a bodyguard, personally picked from the best knights in the country.

Alfred backed down hearing his response and stood up in guard in front of the prince's room. He had been with the prince for about 8 years, he knew not to mess around when he was in a bad mood.

Soon enough, Lovino came out from his room, fully dressed with luxurious clothing befitting a prince. Alfred followed him as he made his way to the dining room, only to be stopped halfway by Roderich. Roderich Edelstein was King Vargas' personal attendant. As long as Lovino could remember, he had been at his father's side from the moment he was born.

"Sorry to bother you so early in the morning, Prince Vargas. The King wishes for your presence in his room immediately." Roderich said politely, bowing in the process.

Lovino stopped to think for awhile. His father was a busy man, with the exception of a ceremonial party and the likes, he could count easily how many times he met his father inside the castle itself. He did not resent his father though, for him, King Vargas was a role model, a figure of a king that he wanted to be.

"I will be there." he replied promptly.

Not far from the main castle, a young man, bearing a striking resemblance with the prince, was looking out from the window. If not from his simple clothing, one would definitely have difficulty in telling both of them apart. The sudden sound of the cuckoo clock hanging by the wall alerted him, breaking his gaze from the outside scenery.

"I guess... It's time..." he muttered. He peeked at the scenery once more, before moving to his wardrobe, revealing a princely clothing that was an obvious contrast to whatever was in the room.

King Vargas was doing his paperwork when he heard knocks from the door.

"King Vargas, I bring the prince with me."

"Come in."

Roderich opened the door, letting the prince and his bodyguard entered the room.

"Good morning, father. I hope you are doing well." Lovino greeted.

"My son, I am nothing but well." regardless of his reply, it was obvious that the King was exhausted from old age and fatigue, he had been king for considerably long time. "Sir Jones, would you mind to step out for awhile, I need to talk in private," he added.

Without further ado, Alfred retreated back outside. Roderich, knowing that he would be asked to stay, closed the door behind him and proceed to stand beside the King. Lovino couldn't wonder more, what was there to say that even Alfred was not allowed to hear?

After a few moment of silence, King Vargas began his speech. "My son, in one month you will be turning eighteen and I believe you do know that the coronation will be held concurrently."

"Yes, father."

"To prevent any incident, like 10 years ago..." he paused for awhile, "I have prepared something for you."

Lovino tensed, but kept quiet and held his chest. Everytime someone mentioned about the incident 10 years ago, he would feel his chest tightening. Honestly, he did not remember fully what had happened, but he would always feel sick and dizzy upon the mention of the incident.

"Sir Edelstein, bring him out."

Upon hearing the order, Roderich walked towards the side door, gesturing to someone on the other side of the room.

Lovino's eyes were wide open in shock. He did not expect to see what was presented in front of him. A young man who looks exactly like him, standing beside Roderich. He retorted, while still trying to be as polite as possible to his father, "What's the meaning of this, father? Who is this man?!"

"Introduce yourself," the King demanded.

The young boy looked surprised as he started fidgeting, "Ah, umm... My name is Feliciano. Umm... Starting today, I will serve as your body double, Prince Vargas." he said in a soft voice.

Body double? Lovino knew about it. That was when someone with an important position was to be represented by someone similar to avoid threat or something. But he believe that it was not necessary. Why would he need a body double? He could defend himself, he also had a bodyguard by his side. Really, what could go wrong?

Before he had a chance to protest, the King cleared his throat and glared at the prince. Lovino stopped in his track, not saying anything. One thing he knew very well about his father is that he should not try enraged him ever.

"You know the deal, my son. No one may know about Feliciano's existence in this kingdom. Only me, Sir Edelstein, you and Sir Feliciano himself. Not even Sir Jones I have to add. He will stay in your room 24/7 and attend all your businesses until the end of the coronation. Do you understand?"

Lovino hesitated for awhile. He knew what his father was worried about, Kingdom of Roma was a large kingdom and it had been revered as one of the largest ruler of the country. However, it was exactly because of the same reason that a lot of kingdoms tried to take over the Kingdom of Roma. He must admit that one of the best opportunity was to kill Lovino. As the heir of the Kingdom, if he was gone, the country would fell into chaos and it would be an easy prey to domination.

He sighed inwardly, unable to voice out any objection, " I understand, father."

Feliciano smiled hearing Lovino's response, but no one could miss a tinge of sadness in his hazel eyes. After a few moments of idle chats, Lovino was dismissed.

He dismissed Alfred, preventing the bodyguard to get a grasp of the situation he was currently in, then Roderich led both of them back to Lovino's room.

The moment he stepped into the room, he jumped into his bed, burying himself under the pillow of comfort.

"Sigh, what a way to start a day" he complained.

Feliciano, still unaccustomed to the situation only stood in silence near the door. It took Lovino awhile to realize that his body double was still there and he made a gesture, asking him to come nearer to the side of his bed. He stared at him which caused Feliciano to flinched.

"You really do look like me, I'm amazed."

"Eh, ah, umm... I guess I do, Prince Vargas,"

Lovino frowned upon the reply and gave Feliciano a smack on the head. Feliciano winced and proceeded to rub his head, teary.

"Don't call me prince! Since you'll be here most of the time, I will die if I have to bear with the formality every single moment."

"Then what should I call you?" Feliciano asked innocently.

"Lovino will do."

Feliciano's face beamed up, a wide smile accompanying his reply, "Then I guess I'll call you Lovi. Nice to meet you, Lovi, I hope we can get along."

Lovino was flustered, he could feel his face redden and he buried his face into the pillow once again. It had been a long time since someone called him in that friendly manner, he did not expect it to be that embarrassing. Under the pillow, Feliciano could hear him muttering, something about how he asked him to call him Lovino instead of Lovi.

Well, that's it for the intro...

I will try to write longer the next chapter.

Anyway, sorry if the character sounds a bit OOC.

Do review if you like the story, thank you :D