I hope you are all not too confused with this AU. Because, frankly, it is confusing me. *Sigh* AUs are hard to write. Okay so the Western and Eastern Kingdom have been fighting for a very long time, so long that they forgot the reason. A.K.A. I haven't thought of a reason because I am lazy. And kidnapping one of Princes' just adds on more reason to be fighting against each other. I am not sure if this is my final chapter before I go away or not. Urg. I hope you enjoy it anyways...

BeeBee Forthwright: Thank you, and your wish is my command! I will try to have chapter three up shortly, if I can.

Axsics: Thank you, and I will try to!

Warnings: Some language.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

"Alfred?" Arthur asked poking his head into Alfred's bedchamber. His bedchamber was shielded by a stain glass dome and held up by four white marble columns, just as the rest of the castle was designed. Alfred was, currently, moping on his marble slate bed with the tip of his baby blue tail poked out of his azure blanket. "Everybody is waiting for you and Matthew."

Alfred jerked up at the sound of his name, letting the blanket fall to the ground at his tail. "I cannot go out there." He asked himself how could I face my father like this.

He smiled with encouragement and swam over to Alfred. He wiped one of his salty tears away with a petite finger and sat behind him on his marble slate bed. "Of course you can. You're the bloody Prince and you have done this multiple times, all flawlessly."

He shook his head letting his golden hair fall into his face. "No, I'm not scared. It's just…"

"Just what?" he asked tilting his head in confusion. If he wasn't scared then…?

"I lost Matthew."

His emerald eyes widened and faced paled. "Oh dear, please tell me that is a joke."

"Sadly, it is not." He looked into Arthur's green eyes and asked "what am I supposed to do?"

"Maybe he will find his way back to the castle," Arthur suggested rubbing his soft hands on Alfred's knuckles for comfort. Arthur was always excellent at calming Alfred down, especially in stressful situations. Alfred would almost refuse to go to any event without him there. They were inseparable since the age of thirteen when they were betrothed by their parent's orders. It was quite a young age to be betrothed, but Alfred was a Prince after all.

He looked down at their hands, his eyes following his partner's circular motions. "He was captured."

"By humans?" Arthur asked with panic noticeable in his voice. He had a few run-ins with humans before and thought they were nothing but naughty creatures. But he was somehow fascinated by them. Everything from their odd languages to appearance made Arthur almost envy human culture. Almost being the key word.

He shook his head. "Worse. The Eastern Kingdom."

Arthur sighed knowing that was far worse than being captured by humans. He used to know the Eastern King quite well when they were younger because of their attempts at learning more about the human world. When Arthur was betrothed to Alfred, he was mortified and overall angered, for he loved Arthur with passion that he believed no one else could. "We must tell your father, he will understand the situation and demand the safe return of Prince Matthew. The longer you wait, the more possibility the Eastern Kingdom could harm him."

"Harm him?" Alfred asked thinking of all the possible ways this mysterious King could harm his precious brother.

"I'm afraid so. He is a ruthless leader with no love in his heart," he said solemnly and reached for Alfred's gold crown, with sapphires dotting its fringes.

His face fell into his hands "what am I supposed to do?"

"Tell your father, he will know how to handle this maturely," Arthur said placing the crown atop his golden locks, his obnoxious cowlick still managing to triumph his attempts to flatten it down.

Alfred nodded and pecked Arthur on the cheek as gratitude, making their cheeks both light up. The two swam through the corridor and down the winding turret to the throne room, or at least the entrance to it. "Where have you been all day? I have been worried sick!" his father, the King of the Western Atlantic Kingdom, exclaimed wrapping his strong arms around his son.

He cleared his throat once and looked at Arthur for support. "Uh Dad. About today…"

"Arthur, could you go tell the others that we are ready?" his father asked Arthur, completely ignoring Alfred.

"Of course, your majesty," Arthur stated and swam off, leaving nothing but a trail off bubble behind.

"As I was saying, today Mattie and I-"

"Son, tidy up!" he scolded disregarding his son once more. His hair was a bit disheveled from swimming back to the castle, as well as his bloodshot eyes were outlined with large black circles, and had no time to clean up. "You look like a mess!"

Irritated, Alfred clenched his hands into fists and said "Dad, you're not listening to me!"

"What is it, son?" he fumed.

Alfred winced and looked down at the scales of his blue tail. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing."

He inhaled. "No, please, tell me what you were going to say."

"Well, err…"

"Presenting, his majesty King Charles and his sons Prince Alfred and Prince Matthew."

"Alfred, where is Matthew?"

"That's the thing," he stuttered. "You see…Mattie was err…"

The double doors opened widely for the two and the entire crowd stared at them with vigilant eyes.

"Spit it out, already," he whispered angrily but smiled to the audience as the two walked down the aisle to their thrones.

"Mattie was kidnapped."

"What!" he shouted with his face turning a dark shade of crimson with rage. The entire crowd of merpeople gazed confused at the two, who continued to wave politically. His father whispered back "by whom? Please don't say you two were up at the surface again."

The two reached their designated marble and sapphire encrusted thrones as he explained "actually, it was the Eastern Kingdom."

He whispered "tomorrow I will send out a search party. You will stay here and protect the Kingdom.

"But Dad," he whined. He hated being treated as a child, as he was almost eighteen. He had always wanted to go on an adventure, and what better time than to rescue his brother? He would be deemed the greatest hero in all of the Western Atlantic. What could be better than that?

"No buts," he grumbled. "One day you will rule this Kingdom, and until that day you will do as you are told."

He slumped into his seat and folded his arms across his bare, tanned torso knowing very well that his father was, of course, correct. "Of course, your majesty."

"Remember, you will do everything he requests," a young servant girl explained to Matthew as they approached the King's quarters. She was quite beautiful seeing her blue flowing dress, blue matching tail and chocolate tied back hair with two red ribbons.

He sighed. Instead of being a prisoner to the castle, what better a punishment than a Prince serve another King? "Of course, Angelique," he replied in a monotone voice. Maybe if he was a good enough servant, he could be let free or even find a chance to escape. He would not want to be back in that dungeon again. The dungeon was dimly lit and filled with bottom eaters that tried to eat the scales on his amethyst tail.

He walked into the King's chambers quite horrified. Sleeping on his pearl bed, his gold tail swaying back and forth leisurely, was the King himself. He stepped forward with the tray of food in his hand timidly. "Uh…good morning, your highness."

The King murmured and rolled over in his sleep.

Matthew sighed and poked the King's cheek. Immediately, he swam over to behind a yellow curtain where he hid from the King's raft.

Instead, the King remained silent as if it he was unaware that anyone was even in the room.

He chuckled at himself for his stupidity. He swam back over the to the King's bed in the center of his room. With dismay, the King's blue eyes opened immediately. "Why hello there," he said smooth as silk.

"Oh," Matthew said, tripping over his own tail and food falling on his face. Curse his clumsiness.

"I did not mean to alarm you," he explained and rose from his bed to help Matthew clean up.

"Thank you, but I'm the one who is supposed to clean up here," he said collecting all of the objects onto the tray.

The King chuckled and scanned the man's face. "You are not from around here, are you?"

He shook his head silently. Oh shit, he thought to himself and cringed. Back to the dungeon for me.

"And why are you a servant here? You are far too beautiful to be serving me."

Matthew blushed and forced a half smile.

"Does this handsome servant have a name?"

"Matthew," he choked, eyes still locked on the King's. There was something odd about him. All of the stories his Father and the Kingdom fed to him and Alfred as a child were all lies. This King was not callous or hideous. In fact, he had a quirky charm to him that Matthew was definitely falling for.

"Mathieu," he repeated and kissed his hand politely. A light blush tinted his cheeks. "I am King Francis of the Eastern Kingdom. How about you escort me tonight to dinner and dancing?"

"I would love to but-"

"Then it is settled! Tonight, I shall take my Mathieu out for dancing."

His Mathieu? Somewhere inside Matthew was telling him not to refute, as he actually found some enjoyment in being the center of attention. "I would enjoy that," he said half-heartedly. Maybe being kidnapped was not as awful as he imagined…

TBC...?

Author's Notes: Long-ish chapter. Or not. It's 2,000 words (including my rants). I like these longer chapter, though. They are totally fun to write, but also quite tedious. Q_Q [Why did I agree to update all of my stories? URG]. Also, the King of the Eastern Kingdom does not realize that Matthew is the Prince of the Western Kingdom, or does he? Hm...I need to mull that over. And there's a little implied FrUk in there, for those of you wondering. Speaking of wondering, I wonder if I should update this story one more time before I actually go away? Yes or no? Or should I even continue? I'm still on the fence about that. Oh well. I guess I am sort-of stuck updating. Thanks for reviewing ect ect! I love you all XD I'm all ears (where am I getting these bad sayings from?) for suggestions about the date with Francis or what I should do next. Thanks and farwell~