Chap 3:

After being shoved roughly into one of the cells by the guards, he quickly recovered his balanced and turned around only to find a familiar figure.

"Well, well. Never thought I see the day you're in prison. Not to mention sharing the same cell. What exactly did you do, Wales?"

"I don't know, probably the same charge"-he said in a cheery tone. In situation like this, his innocent smile can be creepy sometimes; despite him had already getting used to that smile.

"No, I'm serious. If anyone getting in prison is either Scot or North, you aren't to get put in jails that easily. We all know that."

"Huh, that's an interesting fact!"

"That's because most people easily get deceived by your innocence. Even we get deceived by you sometimes, too."

"Oh yes, that remind me. If you're talking about Scot and North, they're right there."-pointing of the opposite cell.

He looked in surprised. Not because they were in jails.

"Why do you look so surprise, bro? I thought this is normal for you."

"I'm not surprised about that. I'm curious at how you got yourself here in the first place!? And that person is the last one you should not meet."

"We know, South. It not like we wanted to. It an accident."

"An accident?!"

The dark brown hair male raised an eyebrow. Questioning what kind of accident they had got themself into.

"When we out on the garden looking for England-since we heard his voice outside, the ground suddenly collapsed and we got sucked down below. By the time we noticed it, we had already crashed his party, literal meaning."

Flashback

"GUARDS! OFF WITH-WHOEVER DESTROYNG MY TEA PARTY-HEAD."

Cold eyes stared at three figures on the grounds that appear out of nowhere. The three brothers stood up only to find themselves were surrounded by guards. At least that what they thought, since the guards here looked like cards holding a red spear in their hands-given the situation and the obvious Wonderland theme. They were pretty sure these were guards. However, this was not much of a surprised to them. Especially with what they had seen in front of their eyes, a nicely details dress that looked like it belong to the queen of hearts. With the exception that it a little shorter-just a little over his knees and above his ankles to be precise, the neck collar was made from a bunch of small playing cards and he was wearing boots with high-heels. Oh, right! Did they forget to mention that the person in the dress was male (he even wearing earrings with hearts shape and a small crown on the right of his head), with the face that look exactly like their youngest sibling-England. Oddly enough, the dress fit him perfectly.

Of course, after that ruckus, they got throw into jail and waited for the day to be sentenced-along with the party planner. Since from the queen point of view, it also his fail for letting stranger interrupt his tea party.

End of flashback

"Wow, what can I say! You guys sure in deep shit, landing near the queen of hearts of all people."

"The same goes for you. How did you get in here in the first place, South?"

"I'm here thanks to you all."

"To us!? Why!?"-the man with light brown hair asked.

"If you hadn't called me to the house out of bloody nowhere, I would have sleep comfortably in my bed right now. Not in some dark, creepy place and in a world that not even ours."

"Call you!? We did not call you!? We planned to, but we didn't get the change."

"Eh!? But my boss said… For fuck say, he must have may some mistakes."-Ireland said in displeased. It not like he could blame his boss though.

"Guess we stuck here for now. By the way, if you guys were curious, I was caught for bringing a cat to his party. I tried to hide, though I was caught in the end….."

"You mean Iggy? I saw him in the queen chamber. Unfortunately, I only saw a glimpse of him. Not sure it was him. However, I don't think there would be a lot of cats with eyebrows as thick as that."

"The queen chamber? What were you doing in there, Wales?"

"Nothing, I was called there to have a chat with the queen personally-since my face is very similar to his. However, it didn't end well. He threw the cup of hot tea at me. I barely avoided it."-Wales said still smiling. The dark brown hair male admiring the positive attitude the shorter blonde had. It such a mystery for him to be so calm!

"Since we will be here for the whole night, there something I want to ask. Is everything between Scot and England, well, fine? I hear they still gave each other the cold shoulder even weeks after the results day."-whispering in Wales eyes.

"Seriously, bro. Of all the time, now."-Wales talked with unbelievable face.

"For your information, we are about to be executed, so me asking this now it's reasonable. Besides, I'm still your brother."

Wales sighed, admitted in defeat.

"To be honest, I don't know much either. All I know is the last time they talked to each other's, it turn into a quarrel. Me and North manage to stop them in time. If not, they would be hospitalized for a while. Although, Scot did slap England pretty hard, it even left visible handprints in England face. And England looked like he about to cry, too."-he gave a long sighed. His brothers sure are troublesome.

Ireland went silent; he knew how the both of them feel. His succession in independence did leave a scar in England heart. Despite how miserable the younger blonde looked back then, he still left the family. Looking back, as much as he hate to say this, but others brothers and him had to agree in one thing. England needs to stop victimizing himself.

Wales looked across the room. He knew this was a sensitive topic; it would only dug up sad memory in both sides. So he decided to change the subject.

"Ah, yes! Ireland, one more thing:' Between being beheaded and being a personal plaything'. Which one do you prefer?"

"Huh!?"

"The queen asked me-he said he interesting in us, I told him I need to discuss with my brothers first and he got angry thinking I refused him. He said he would give one last though and would like to hear a pleas able answer by tomorrow. I had already talked with the others. Good night."

The wheat blonde pulled the blanket over body and went to sleep very quick, leaving the other clueless from what just had been told to him.

Night passed by fast, the four brothers was roughly woken up and got taken to trial room. Sitting in high and might was the queen of hearts no doubts. For some reason, this remind them of England back when he was still the land the sun never set. His cocky attitude was written all over his face.

"Well, what is your answer about the offer?"

'The offer, more like dead threat.'-all of them thought. However, it was obvious which offer it better. Despite both of the offer it's deadly.

"We…"-the red hair man spoke up. The person who silenced all night finally spoke. Of course, he did not forget to put on his friendly smile.

"We choose to be off with ours head instead."-that was it. The queen was obviously angry…or so that what they thought. Instead, he just smiled-and with the fact that he looked like their brother. The creepiness had been double.

"Very well, then. You shall be my personal playthings."-he said opening the palms of his hand, mumbling something. Suddenly, a collar appears on their neck. The collar-in some way-fit perfectly and it look like I could not be opened at all. Since it the collar from the queen, it had such a fine details with an unmistakable heart shape design on a small shield which seem to be like the place where the collar was locked. No matter how much they pull, the collar refuse to budge.

"A punishment will no longer be a punishment if I agree with your choice, right! It's useless in trying to take it off. Only the caster can take it off. In other words, me."-he said smiling.

"By the way, here's a little warning: if you're trying to use magic without my permission, that collar will give you a nice headache. Meaning, the more powerful the spell you are trying to perform, the more painful you will get."- We just looked in shocked. This is something we did not expect.

"Oh, come on now. Did you really think I was stupid? I could clearly the magic circus running in your body."- He said in a sing sang tone. At least, he was happy.

"Hold on, I have one offer I would like to make first."-When the Scotsmen spoke up, the queen brush out in anger and pointing his long scepter at them.

"You dare to make an offer the queen."

Scot reminded calmly.

"It's just one offer. It nothing much really, It not like we try to overthrow you or something."-still keep his friendly smile.

"All right, speak up."-the queen clam down a little, but his look was icy cold.

"I would like you to answer one question, if we manage to please you. And you don't have to worry. That's question will bring you no harm."

The queen smile returned:

"It's a deal. I will be having fun tormenting you."

'The British empire attitude + the queen of hearts + the fact that he knows how to use magic. That's the worst combination ever. We're dead, for sure.'-the other brothers though. They just hope that one question Scot wanted to ask could help them get out of this situation.

In the end, "collar". Sorry, but i have a thing for collar. Tehehe... ^.^