I AM SO SORRY. DOC MANAGER FREAKED OUT AGAIN.
Don't use OpenOffice kids, anyway:
Here's some cardverse! USUK with one-sided FrUK. I am seriously obsessed with writing from Francis' point of view. He's adorable! ^.^
Enjoy!
~Here's a thing, I've made a Franada sequel. It's on my page. :3~
The worst mistake King Francis of Diamonds ever made was introducing Captain Arthur Kirkland to the King of Spades.
He could still remember the horrifying experience of being kidnapped by the terrible, witty, adorable (Stop it, Francis) pirate on the day of his much-awaited coronation clearly. He liked to call it their first date. Joy had settled like a warm blanket over the passionate Kingdom of Diamonds as the young heir had reached the age in which he was deemed old enough to rule and as the golden crown was set on his soft locks he couldn't think of anything but I did it. I finally did it! His people had cheered him on as a new period for Diamonds began. And god, was he happy.
And then he came crashing down to earth when he found the damn pirate on sitting on the windowsill with that damn smirk.
To be fair though, he'd been treated with respect! If you excluded the being tied to a chair. Not many people thought it worthy of being excluded, but still.
After Captain Kirkland had walked off snickering with his chest full of riches, Gilbert and Antonio had tried endlessly to knock him out of his trance, his obsession with Arthur (When had he started calling him Arthur?). He couldn't even look at other beautiful people for fear of feeling disrespectful. They called it Stockholm Syndrome. Francis called it love.
He continued to fawn over Arthur and curse his own feelings for a very long time. It became a sort of messed up ritual after a while. Arthur would do something villainous, he'd be captured and Francis would set him free with a declaration of his never-ending love. Just like that.
And then Alfred came to visit.
The King of Spades was fresh, bubbly, a little naïve and exactly what the dying Kingdom of Spades needed. The old king and queen had been useless and greedy, using taxpayers' money for their own satisfaction and giving a little less than a damn about the starving folk in the streets, fighting to live. It was disgusting and horrid and Francis had shunned their despicable ways of life in the hope he could be a half decent king for his people.
Alfred was a fresh start for Spades. He began opening soup kitchen after soup kitchen and gave out free medical care and education before buying fancy outfits and pretty jewels, becoming the complete opposite of the bratty, spoiled prince everyone had expected him to be. Everybody loved him, even Francis until 'the Incident'.
Francis had invited the new king over for a congratulatory lunch one day and they were sitting in the roomy parlour as the midday sun shone through the window, chatting about general things like old friends, because that's just how relaxed Alfred made people, even the untouchable King of Diamonds. He truly was a man above men, Francis mused.
"So, Alfred. Do you plan on getting a queen anytime soon?" He asked suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows when the boy laughed.
"Dude, seriously. You can't say anything!" Alfred countered, leaning back into his seat as he put the fragile teacup to his lips, sipping.
"Perhaps there's a reason I've not tied the metaphorical knot yet, hm?" He muttered, internally cursing the reason to hell as Alfred's eyes widened.
"No way! You like someone!" The boy exclaimed, leaning forward in excitement. God, he was such a gossipy teenager.
"To put it in a childish way," he murmured, suddenly defensive as he leant away from Alfred's advance, biting his lip.
Alfred was up and jumping around the room, chanting "Francis has a crush!" when the butler knocked politely and peeked around the heavy door. He looked a little shocked at Alfred's display of 'how to be three years old' but quickly regained his composure to deliver the message. Francis liked this butler. He coughed and politely began a reciting a practiced announcement.
"Captain Arthur Kirkland was caught by your guards earlier this morning, sire. He remains in the dungeons 'waiting for your proclamation', to quote."
Francis immediately leapt up in excitement. "Well, why didn't you tell me sooner?" He quizzed, rushing to set his tea down on the glass coffee table and gather his robes, about to head down when he remembered his guest. He looked back at Alfred expectantly. "Well, are you coming?"
Alfred hesitated, before nodding quickly and following the King down to the dimly lit dungeons as he strode briskly, excited to see his Arthur once again.
They soon came across a cell unlike any other. Instead of rusted iron, it had polished metal for bars and not a speck of dust was to be found inside. Its door was crafted from only the finest mahogany, unlike its siblings' crude oak and there was an made bed to the right of the cell, with a beautiful pirate sitting on it, looking seriously pissed off.
"Oh Arthur, my dearest!" He chimed, opening the door and setting himself beside the captain, who in turn glared icily at him.
"Go die in a hole Francis. The world would certainly be a better place," said captain growled, crossing his arms angrily. And sacre bleu, he was pouting! If it was for Arthur, Francis would surely die in a hole!
"Hush darling, you wouldn't want to spend your whole life in here or anything," Francis said deviously, smirking as he slung an arm over Arthur's small shoulders and looked up to check on Alfred. The boy had gone bright red for some reason. Maybe it was the fact Arthur had used Francis' first name? Oh yes, that was definitely it, he decided. Couldn't be anything else!
Arthur looked up at Alfred, suddenly realising that the two weren't completely alone. His enormous eyebrows quirked slightly as he scrutiniseed the young king.
"Who's he?"
Alfred seemed to freeze up in nervousness. Was the boy shy?
"I-I… I'm Alfred. Nice to… meet you…?" He stuttered, attempting a nervous grin.
"Arthur," the other answered, giving a nod as something a little stronger than interest filled his emerald eyes. Licking his lips, he winked at Alfred, who in turn freaked out and screeched, fighting his way out of the room. It was only when his rushed gait up the dungeon's steps faded into oblivion that realisation dawned on Francis.
He only stopped crying his heart out when the butler entered his room five months later to deliver the news of their engagement. Well, that Zwingli girl was always an option, if her brother didn't shoot him first.
