A/N Last prequel chapter.
Alright this chapter is set in the 2P universe. Note these verses are not pure 1P or 2P. They have mixtures of both characters in both verses. The Arthur and Lili in this chapter are 1P but Francis and Matthew are 2P.
Also normal 1PCanada and France's relationship is very good but my 2P versions of Francis and Matthew have the complete opposite. While America and France have more of the canada/france normal, 1P one.
2P Universe
Dark blue eyes with a touch of violet stared blankly at its owner's surroundings. Taking in everything and nothing at the same time. Barely noticing the maids nod or curtsy to his right. It wouldn't matter if they hadn't though. Nothing really mattered to him anymore. Not since he had lost her. Now he was left only with his sorrow and that...One.
"The poor soul." A maid whispered once the man was out of sight and hearing.
She was a petit thing with a bob of blond hair and soft green eyes.
"Poor soul? It has been nearly twenty years. He must get over it!" The other maid harshly whispered back. Venom green eyes flashing with anger.
"It is no good for him to act like...like a bum with that raggedy appearance and mopey attitude of his." Arthur commented.
"Arthur you shouldn't say that! He's are King!" The younger said, voice breaking a whisper.
"Hush you, Lower your voice!" Arthur hissed.
He clammed his hand over the young girls mouth and hid behind a corner as two guards past them. Only comming out one they were out of sight.
"It is not right. He is our King, yes. But he does not act like it." Arthur said.
"Bu-"
"But, what? People have faced far worse than him and have moved on with their lives. But he is a King and he still has a son however he may be." Arthur countered, as he crossed his arms to control the chill that ran up his spine.
"Ev-" Lili began but the words died in her throat as she caught sight of something or more specifically someone.
Arthur turned to see what made her quiet and could feel himself go slack.
A handsom young man with pale skin, light blond hair and deep indigo eyes walked briskly down the hallway in the direction the King had gone not to long ago. Long navy blue coat billowing behind him as he past the two maids. Only shooting a small glance in their direction.
It was not the man's looks nor confidence that made the maids stand so still and utter no words. No, it was the bitterness in those indigo eyes. This man was cold. He was their prince. A man of coolness and harshness like the winters of the North. He was the Ice Prince.
"Ar-Arthur?"
"Shh, love let us just get back to work." Arthur replied, his normally loud voice soft and meak.
Lili nodded and grabbed her broom as Arthur grabbed his rag and they returned to their work. Hoping to take their minds off of those cold dark purple pools.
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"FATHER!" Matthew yelled.
He slammed opened the doors to his father's study. Blue-Purple eyes searching around wildly for the man in question.
Francis, King of Vin and the father of Matthew ignored the loudness of his son's voice and the banging of the doors on the wall that would most likely leave marks.
"Father, you will explain this!" Matthew hissed throwing a scroll in front of the man bent over looking /Not really/ at the contents on the table.
Dark blue eyes flickered to the scroll before going back to the papers infront of him.
"FATHER!" Matthew shouted, poundning a fist onto the table to get the attention of the man infront of him.
A moment of silence passed between the two before the King took a deep breath.
"There is fear in the east about Kreiger and Voin's war escalating." Francis said.
"And why am I being sent there?" Matthew demanded.
"Because someone needs to calm the people." Francis replied.
It was a lie. They both knew that Kreiger and Voin fought far away from their country and there was very little chance of them bringing the war all the way to the eastern boarder. There was nothing for the people to worry about and therefore no need to be calmed.
He was just being sent away because his father didn't want to deal with him.
He was seething. He was beyond angry at his father. How could he do something like this to him? To send one's own son away with no good reason. It was unfair. It was down right wrong to the vinnian Prince.
With a glare, Matthew snatched the scroll back up and headed to the door. Stopping only a few feet away from it.
"How long will I be there?" He asked, back turned from his father's gaze.
"A few months. Not long" Francis responded after a moment.
A few months? Not long? It's not short either father and there is no reason for me to be there. Matthew thought bitterly.
His mouth screwed it's self into an ugly frown as he walked out of the room. He let off an aura that told all to stay out of his way as he made his way to his room to pack for the trip he did not want to go on.
Francis stared after the angry prince. He wondered if the boy would have turned out differently if his mother was or alive or atleast his brother.
Francis frowned, dark blue eyes became hazy as his mind fell into a deep thoughts of happier times. All thoughts of his cold son out the window.
A/N Second chapter. Third will have Alfred enter this world.
Appearances: Matthew resembles the manga Canada more with longer paler hair and pale skin. While Mattie resembles the anime version more with a healthier skin color and shorter more blond like Alfred's hair.
Francis looks like the generic 2PFrance with long kinda unkept blond hair and clothing. Dark blue almost purple or indigo eyes and an over all dark, sad/grumpy appearance and outlook.