CHAPTER 2: THE GOLDEN KINGDOM

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Ivan woke up in the guest room, he yawned and stretched.

"Huh..."

The door opened,

" Uh, Ni Hao, Sir Ivan..."

Yao came in as he spoke.

The russian grinned,

"Yao... Hello."

The chinese scoffed,

"Don't you want to eat, aru?"

Ivan only smiled wider,

"You are funny, Yao."

Yao glared,

"I'm serious, aru. If you don't come to eat, I'll hit you with my..wok, aru!"

Ivan stood up and walked to him, towering over the man.

"That's not how you treat a guest, da?"

Yao turned away,

"No, I suppose not, aru."

Ivan wrapped his arms around the chinese man's neck, he whispered into his ear,

"We'll be good friends... da?"

Yao blushed and removed his arms around him,

"Only friends, aru! Keep your hands to yourself, Sir Ivan, Aru!"

Ivan chuckled,

"You cannot tell me what to do. I will be your Queen, and you'll still be just a servant... unless..." He leaned in, he peered into Yao's eyes,

"You can be MY servant and mine only. You, can be by my side in the war."

Yao scoffed again and stepped back,

"I like being a servant under Matthew's rule, than I'll ever be in yours, aru!"

Ivan laughed,

"You, like me... da?"

Yao ran out the room, confused and bewitched.

'What was he thinking?' Yao thought, 'Did he just tell me... apart of his evil plan? That seems too obvious! HE'S SO CONFUSING!'

Arthur was walking down the hall with Alfred.

"Yo! Yao! What's gotten in t-!"

The chinese man collided with the knights, in a loud CRASH!

Arthur quickly stood and helped both the loud blonde, and the stuttering Brunette, up.

Arthur sighed,

"Yao."

"W-What, a-aru?"

"Take a deep breath, and tell me what's wrong..."

"*inhales, exhales* I, I... I-"

Ivan came out of his room, he wore his signature dark-gray cloak, black combat boots, and grin.

"Good Morning, Knights, Servant." The russian replied in a cheery tone.

Yao glared and try to shout,

"You, want me to be your servant under your rule and you want me to join your side, aru!"

Alfred and Arthur cried in unison,

"What?! Is this true?!"

Ivan chuckled,

"That sounds ridiculous. Why do I want him, to be my ONLY servant? I have already 3 at my home...Besides, He's Matvey's.. da?"

Yao spat,

"What lies, aru!"

Alfred turned to Yao,

"Dude! Calm down! You gotta stop shouting!"

Yao bit his lip and turned away.

"Well, He sounds reasonable enough," Arthur pointed out, "But If I hear or anybody else hear this once more, Sir Ivan." Arthur Glared,

"Then We have every right to end you... you know that, right?"

"Da. I know." Ivan smiled and the knights left, down the grand hall ways.

Ivan pulled Yao's arm right after he try to leave, he whispered into his ear again,

"That, was suppose to be OUR little secret. If they believed you... you can't imagined what I'd do to you. So promise me. Promise me you won't tell. Yao."

The chinese man refused to speak, Ivan applied pressure to his arm. He hissed,

"I promise, aru..."

"That's good..." Ivan kissed his cheek and whispered again, making his hot breath tickle Yao's ear,

"Very, Good..."

Matthew sighed as he stared at the mirror in the room, he wanted to just jump right back in the mirror, and hopefully into a certain silverette's arms, but that couldn't happen; he had responsibilities, and one was to eat breakfast and then listen to what Ivan had to say. He sighed once more and stood up, quickly getting dressed. He stepped out of his room and down to the dining room. He was quickly seated by Yao, who gave him a nervous look for some reason...Was Yao scared of him? Or...scared FOR him? He shrugged as Feliciano and Lovino brought his and Ivan's breakfast. He smiled at Lovino who had set his food in front of him.

"W-would you like to travel the f-forest today after my m-meeting, Lovino?"

Lovino gave a small smile to his life long friend, from before he was a cook, and before Matthew was a king-to-be.

"I would like that"

Lovino crossed his arms when a certain Russian came into the room. The curtains were golden and the russian used his magic to sway them,

"Here I am.. Prince Matthew..."

"Fuckin' Show off-a.." Lovino turned away.

Yao was received a wink by the russian. Which made his skin crawl.

Matthew gave Ivan a polite smile, "H-Hello, Ivan. Have a seat, eat breakfast if you would like" Matthew shoos the other servants away. They had things to do and he didn't want to be the one that kept them! That would be impolite!

Ivan smiled,

"Pancakes..." He stabbed the sugary delicacy with his fork, the maple syrup slowly slipped to the bottom of the china plates.

Matthew ahemed.

Ivan remembered and settled the fork on the left side of his plate.

"Our engagement. We, need to end this war, of my kingdom, against yours. So, we need to prepare for the marriage and the masquerade ball..."

Ivan grinned, Matthew nodded,

"Y-Yes... That..."

"And. Our one night together... it's tradition..."

Ivan finished as if the sentence itself was explaining a foul scheme.

Matthew shifted a bit uncomfortably, Ivan always made him feel like his eyes would soon devour him in a purple mist.

van frowned,

"Are you troubled, Matvey? You seem... 'lost'."

Matthew shook his head,

"No, no! Nothing at all! I-It's just... we haven't really spoken to each other..."

Ivan stood up and Hugged the canadian,

"Don't worry, Matvey. We have time, da?" Canada's eyes widened, the Russian hugging him came completely out of the blue, but Matthew hugged him back.

"M-Merci, Ivan... I-I'm glad you u-understand... "

Ivan smiled that child-like smile, "Of course, Matvey. We both will soon be married. We must understand each other, da?"

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Francis, Antonio, Gilbert, Ludwig, and Kiku were in an apartment. Gilbert's to be exact.

The albino frowned,

"Vished it vas awesome as me..."

The trio unpacked, Ludwig replied,

"Gilbert. Vhen do you zhink your boyfriend vill come?"

"Carlos? Oh... he'll be coming... I zhink.."

Kiku sighed and sat on the floor near the Futon he setted up. Even though, the Japanese man will only be here for a week...

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Gilbert sighed and plopped on the couch. Where the fuck is Carlos?! Ludwig gave him a tired look.

"Bruder, you'll mess up the couch doing zhat."

Gilbert made a blah blah motion with his hand and continued to glare at the door. Carlos was supposed to be here 2 hours ago! He stood up quickly and headed to the door, he quickly answered the others questioning looks.

" I'm going to go find 'im, I'll be back zoon."

The others nodded and Gilbert stepped out, the door closing behind him. He quickly started to run to Carlos's house. What if he was hurt?! O-or dead?! That's would be SO UN-AWESOME! All of these thoughts flowed through his brain as he stood in front of Carlos's door. He quickly grabbed the spare key from underneath the matt. He quickly unlocked the door, stepping inside.

"Carlos? Vhere are you..?"

Carlos moved to Canada in his own house near Gilbert's apartment but the albino didn't know until Carlos wrote a letter saying he moved here for a job as well.

The albino walked inside the living room, Carlos popped his head out, scaring Him,

"Hello, Gilbert! I didn't hear the door opening, so..."

Gilbert noticed Carlos' shirt was a bit tucked in weirdly and Carlos' face was a bit flushed.

"Carlos. Are you sick..?"

The Cuban frowned,

"A little.. But, I think I'll be fine with a little rest..."

Gilbert replied seriously,

"You vere suppose to come over two hours ago.."

"Ah, I came a little late from work, and I had a bit of a headache..." Carlos sighed.

Gilbert smirked,

"Now zhat you're here..." The albino fished out some cuban cigars evilly smirking,

"Ve can go out, tonight!"

Carlos grinned,

"Well..." He took one, "One cigar wouldn't hurt..."

The two walked out, but for some reason Gilbert felt something in his stomach that Carlos was hiding something...

Gilbert was worried about what Carlos was hiding, but... that shouldn't stop him from having fun right? Well, thats what he told himself, but throughout the night he found himself watching the Cuban more closely, questioning everything he said. He mentally scolded himself, he should trust his Cuban boyfriend, but... through out the night... he questioned every touch, every kiss. What was wrong with him?

Carlos was acting strange alright. That, was what Gilbert came up with. The Cuban kissed his cheek,

"Need to go home... In the morning my Boss will scold me if I go to work late..."

Gilbert nodded, still thinking and not realizing that his boyfriend left him in silence.

Carlos walked out of the pub, Gilbert needed to ask him... ask him..

He forgot, but he knew it was important.

Gilbert cried,

"CARLOS! VAIT! I NEED TO ASK YOU SOMEZHING!"

He ran out, it was raining..

Carlos ran to a woman with blonde hair, she smiled at him and they kissed.

Gilbert froze.

'He... is cheating on me..? No! You're just drunk, Gilbert..'

He reassured himself.

Carlos was a man he could trust. A man who knew how to make him happy... right?

Carlos walked away, out of sight. Gilbert blinked,

'It was just the rain, the beer and the cigars that's making you see things...' Gilbert shrugged off the kiss he saw and walked home...

ALONE.

Gilbert entered his home, shaking the water from his hair. For some reason he couldn't get the image of Carlos with that girl out of his head. He sighed and plopped onto the bed without changing his clothes. He was too tired. He slowly fell into an uneasy sleep.

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