Elizaveta in Wonderland

Based on this roleplay: h t t p : / / d s h e t a l i a n s. p r o b o a r d s . c o m / i n d e x . c g i ? b o a r d = r r & a c t i o n = d i s p l a y & t h r e a d = 3 0 & p a g e = 1


Part Three:: PoV – Queen

The Queen looked out the back window of the red carriage. His face looked sad and his eyes shone with longing. He stared past the Hungarian until the Hatter was out of sight. The royal looked down at his knees then back up at the woman in his carriage with a predatory smirk. "So Elizaveta, I don't recognize your accent. Where could you be from? The Eastern Kingdom? Western? I know that is not a Northern accent I hear from you."

"I'm from Hungary, actually. I was wondering since you're the Queen would you perchance-" the lady before the Queen said, only to be interrupted with a yawn.

"Yes, yes that's all fascinating. Now get to the point dear, before I get too annoyed with you," He scowled at her. Though curiosity was tugging at him. What was this Hungary of which she spoke?

"I was wondering if you could help me find a way out of Underland," she finished up quickly.

"Out of Underland...? Oh I don't think so my dear. There is no out of Underland," the Queen smirked, resting his hand on her knee.

"What are you doing?" Elizaveta asked, sounded offended.

"Well my flower, you are quite beautiful, you'd be a nice addition to my—what would you call it? … Collection," He grinned, move his hand farther up. The grin turned into a sick smirk. If the Hatter found out how much he'd been sleeping around imagine how jealous he would be. Oh how sweet it would be to watch him come back boiling mad. All because he didn't matter anymore. The Briton started laughing to himself.

The Hungarian shifted nervously and was about to shove the Queen's hand away when they suddenly stopped and the carriage was lowered. "What's going on? Why did we stop?" the Queen asked, opening the carriage door, only to smack a card soldier in the face.

"We're home your majesty," he muttered from behind the door, a hand over his nose and his eyes scrunched up in pain.

"Oh... Lovely," the Queen said, stepping down from the carriage. "Come on love we have a party to finish," he smiled at the woman back in the carriage, who was peering at the soldier worriedly, and offered her his hand to help her get down.

"Um... Arthur, is he okay?" she asked, taking his hand and stepping down.

"Oh he'll be fine. I heard the clubs really don't have brains at all, so the likeliness of him feeling the pain is very minimal," the Queen said, his back already to her as he walked into the arches of the front doors. Arthur then froze and turned around slowly to glare at the Hungarian. "Wait, what did you call me?" he asked.

"I called you Arthur, your majesty," she said quietly. Elizaveta seemed to be a bit afraid of the Queen who was scowling down the steps at her. She had frozen as well when fixated with the harsh gaze.

"There is no Arthur here. I am Queen Britannia and Queen Britannia alone, to you and everyone else. You utter that name again, and I shall have your head removed," He hissed at her. The Queen then whipped around and stalked into the castle. Arthur Kirkland was dead, he died the same day his mother did. Arthur could feel the knife hidden in his boot heat up against his skin with the memory.

They walked through the halls in silence until they reached the sitting room and the tea was served. The Queen took one sip and spat it out all over the servant who had brought it. "What is this shit?" the royal shouted. "Who made this?" he demanded.

"I-I believe Francis was serving your tea today," the card soldier, a simple Two of Diamonds, bowed.

"Of course it was Bonnefoy. He could never make tea for shite. Do you think the other chefs could pick up his slack?" the Arthur asked the soldier.

"What are you implying?" the card asked.

"Bonnefoy has screwed up for the last time, what I am implying is that his head be removed... After lunch of course," the Englishman scowled.

"Y-yes sir," the Two of Diamonds bowed and exited the room to carry out the order.

The Queen glanced over at Elizaveta who was awkwardly sipping at the tea. Her eyes grew wide and realization set itself on her face. "Yes, yes, the tea is shite. Everyone knows," the Brit sighed at her face.

She slowly sat down the tea and then Arthur watched as she started shrinking. "What blasphemy is this?" he shouted as she finished shrinking and came out of her clothing in a small replica of the articles. The Hungarian started running as fast as her tiny legs could carry her.

The Queen pounced on her like a cat and held her by the back of her dress with two fingers. "Dammit now what am I to do this evening?" he muttered to himself.

"Let me go!" Elizaveta yelled up at him.

He smirked, "Now why would I do that?" he switched which hand she was being held in and had her in his fist instead only for her to bite his hand. "You little bitch!" he screamed at her and squeezed her a bit. "Guards!" he called. The Ten and Nine of Spades entered the room.

"Yes sir?" they asked in unison, bowing. The spears in their hands bowing with them.

"Take this bitch to the dungeon and lock her up where she can't get out!" he spat, throwing the girl at them.

The Ninth Spade quickly caught her. "Y-yes sir!" He quickly ran dow the halls to the dungeon.

"Ten S, I want you to get me some proper tea!" he order. "Quickly!"

The Spade ran off. The Queen sat in silence on his couch for a few minutes. He got his tea when the Ninth Spade returned. "S-sir..." he muttered, shaking slightly.

"What is it?" Arthur asked, rubbing his temples.

"The guards from the dungeon caught me a few seconds ago and informed me that the girl escaped..." he said quickly.

Poisonous green eyes flew opened and locked on the deep blue of the card soldier's. "Off. With. Their. Heads!" he shouted, getting louder with each word.

"Y-yes sir!" the Spade said, quickly running away again.

The Queen groaned with exasperation and buried his head in his hands.

"Missing something?" a voice purred from some where up high.

"Wha?" Arthur asked, his head snapping up. He spotted the Cheshire Cat, lazing on top of a wardrobe in the corner of the room. The cat leaped off and disappeared in a plume of black smoke before he hit the ground, and reappeared on the couch next to the British royal.

"What? Too shocked from my awesomeness to speak?" the Cat smirked, cocking his ears and eyebrows. His tail curled up on his lap while his feet propped themselves on the table before him.

Arthur jumped to his feet, "Bloody hell! You're one of them!" he shouted.

"Yes and...?" the albino smirked.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"Nothing really, just a little entertainment." The Cat disappeared and reappeared in front of the queen, his hands on his hips and smirk on his lips.

"You let her out didn't you?" Arthur scowled.

"Her? I know not of who you speak your Majesty as such even if I did know who you speak of I do not make it my priority to help people without receiving something in return," the Cat's smirking pokerface still hadn't fallen or faltered.

"Hmm... What's you name cat?" Arthur asked.

"Cheshire sir, but you can call me Gilbert," the Cat said, taking a low bow. His head about even with the other's groin.

The Queen smirked at that thought, "Well Gilbert you said you were here for entertainment. What kind of entertainment is that if it wasn't to watch me after my 'guest' left?"

"I'm here for my entertainment not yours," Gilbert said, lifting his head up to look at the Queen, still in his bow. "Whatever entertains me is what I'm here for."

"Does this entertain you?" Arthur asked, pulling the Cat up for a strong forceful kissed. He slipped his tongue in the other's mouth then pulled back only when air was required.

"Maybe," the albino smirked back and initiated a kiss of his own.


A/N Time!

Fiery: Chapter why you take so long to type but be so short?

Awesome Incarnate: Your fault.

Fiery: I know I know...

Fryingpanwarrior: Gil! How could you make out with Arthur? He's EVIL! *holding up tissue to her bleeding nose*

Awesome Incarnate: Oh Go Fuck Yourself no one cares.

Fryingpanwarrior: *evil aura appears, and lifts up frying pan* Care to say that again?

Awesome Incarnate: Das geht dich einen Scheißdreck an.

Fryingpanwarrior: Igen ez te rohadék! Senki nem sérteget, és kap el vele! *hits Awesome Incarnate on the head with the frying pan, hard*

Awesome Incarnate: *Rejects Attack* Lame and overused.

Fiery: No way in hell I'm translating all that...

Fryignpanwarrior: OK! Have it your way Gil! *knees Gil hard in the groin*

Iggy: You're all nutburgers...

Awesome Incarnate: *rejects again* Boring~ I said "That's none of your fucking business." You Know You Love meh Artie~

Fryingpanwarrior: *attacks Gil repeatedly* And I said, "Yes it is you bastard! Nobody insults me and gets away with it!". Blame Gil for that Arthur.

Fiery: Wud I do?

Awesome Incarnate: *rejects easily* Your Fault~

Fiery: Hungary I don think you're getting anywhere anytime soon...

Fryingpanwarrior: *grumbles* Stupid Prussian Bastard. *goes and sits in a dark corner sulking* And I wanted to do a PruHun rp with him too...DX

Awesome Incarnate: Stop pissing me of an go reply in the Actual Rp.