Hello beautifuls I know this is really late, but I've been very busy and only now just got to updating. Well as you can see we met the quota which I'm so happy for, which we really met it around January 3rd. I hope you had a good new year's. Anywho here's the story enjoy


Arthur walked along the halls. It was quiet for now. In one hour, his and Alfred's first lessons on each other's knowledge. Arthur wasn't sure whether to be nervous or excited. It had been a month since the voting and over that time Arthur notice just how Alfred could be. When they went out to the villages, Arthur took extra note on how Alfred treated the people. He would always carry with him a pouch filled with more than a thousand coins and gave it to the families and orphans in obvious need of it. On one occasion, Arthur caught Alfred playing a game of football with the locals. Which in turn followed an argument on what the sport was called, Alfred argued vigorously claiming it was called soccer, but Arthur didn't falter. On the thought of the argument, Arthur saddened. It seems all we do is fight. I f we aren't fighting then we aren't talking. It was late winter and the last time Arthur and Alfred had a civil conversation that wasn't business was the last day the snow melted.

Arthur kept his course following nowhere in particular. His thoughts were usually a whirlwind, but for some reason today he had a clear train of thought. He heard footsteps, Arthur looked to see a silhouette. "Alfred, we don't meet up for another hour, what are you doing?" Arthur said as the blonde approached. Alfred seemed different though. He was smaller than usual and his glasses seemed bigger. "Wrong brother," He simply said quietly. Arthur was puzzled when he looked into Alfred's violet eyes. Wait! Violet? Arthur froze up. "Mathew! My god I'm so sorry. Dear goodness forgive me." Mathew smiled, "It's fine, I'm used to being overshadowed by Alfred, ya know." "It shouldn't be like that," Arthur sympathized. "It's alright, I know things are aboot to change so it doesn't really seem to matter," Mathew said trying to cheer Arthur up. Arthur noticed how different Alfred and Mathew were when it came to certain things, but he had just noticed how different their accents were. "Mathew, would you like to join me for tea?" Arthur asked. Mathew nodded, giving the older man a small smile.

Mathew snuggled into the tea chair in the sun room. It was a small library in the east wing with tall windows lining the walls. The bookcases lined in rows. The tiled floor had some cracks in it but looked like it had recently been polished. The ceiling hung high above them painted with fading blues and grays that have long disappeared into the castle's natural colors. Arthur sat across from him, looking troubled. "It's Alfred, isn't it?" he said. Arthur looked solemn before answering. "Yes, I fear if we can't stop fighting ourselves we won't even be able to stop this war." Mathew looked down at the tea leaves in his cup. He set the dainty object on the saucer before looking back at the queen. "I wish I could help, I'm sorry that there isn't much I could do," he said grimly. Arthur smiled, "This is Alfred and mine's problems, but I'm glad you want to help. If you do wish to, make sure Alfred stays safe. The kingdom needs a king." The two sat quietly until Arthur peaked at the clock on the wall. "Dear god, I'm afraid I have to go Mathew, I bid you farewell," with that the queen was off. Mathew fiddled with the cloth thinking about what had just transpired when it clicked. Mathew shot up from his seat, knocking everything over. OH MY GOD! ARTHUR'S INLOVE WITH ALFRED!


Arthur approached the wide wooden doors to the ballroom, nervously. He pressed his palms against the warm wood. He wished he hadn't of agreed to this in the first place. To him Alfred was nothing more than a distraction, an obstacle that he must carry. An obstacle that just so happens to look like a god Arthur thought to himself. He pushed on the door, hearing them creak as they opened to reveal a large room with three chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling. A painted Heaven mocked him with angels and cherubs, dancing and laughing, kissing and loving, enjoying themselves, oblivious to their onlookers. Alfred stood in the middle of the room, gazing up at the glittering roof. The ballroom was vast with a balcony to the north. High above hanging on the walls were tapestries of past events, the royal emblem, and many more beautiful decorations. The three chandeliers were large and glittering. Each held priceless jewels of a thousand coins, all individually crafted for each founder of the Spades creating it into the grand kingdom it was today. Arthur quietly made his way to Alfred, he had left his cane back in his study. The only sound to be heard was his own muffled footsteps.

He cleared his throat, startling the taller blonde. Alfred spun quickly to see Arthur there. Alfred was enchanted by the smaller, drinking in his eyes, admiring his messy hair, how his eyebrows made him seem taller then he really was. He was so small for a man, Alfred was tempted to take him into his arms and not let him go. He was brought out of his duper when he took a step forward, quickly blushing. "What are you doing here?" Arthur responded coldly, "I'm supposed to be here remember the lesson." Alfred cringed inwardly, the smaller blonde always made him tongue tied, making him twist his words and say the wrong things. Alfred blushed more, "R-right sorry I wasn't paying attention." Alfred looked up again at the painted dome with the laughing angels. To him it almost felt like they were mocking love and its purpose. To him it was only their game. Arthur walked up to Alfred more, "Shall we begin?"

"Oh um y-yeah sorry," Alfred stuttered realizing Arthur had gotten closer. Arthur nodded, walking around the taller blonde. "How much etiquette do you know?" Alfred paled a little, "Not much, Mattie has been helping me a little, but it only goes so far." Alfred was answering honestly "Do you know how to dance?" Arthur said coldly. Alfred looked down blushing slightly, "No, I never had to." Arthur sighed, "We will have to start with dancing as our first lesson seeing as it is a requirement at the ball for the king and queen so to speak to have a first dance as royalty." Alfred looked up to see Arthur had stopped right in front of him, his green eyes boring right through Alfred like glass right into his being. The cold stare he held could have fell even the strongest man. Alfred felt his hands shaking, he was nervous but kept his voice even and steady, "What do you want to start with?" Arthur could sense the taller blonde's distress and tension, but pretended not to notice. "We shall begin with the waltz," he said stopping in front of the latter. He held his hand out to him. Alfred contemplated before taking the hand.

The hand was soft and warm and slim. It was made for a violinist, to hold something delicate just it was. It was not callused with a hard laborer's job, but that to rule a kingdom. It was strong as well, Alfred could feel the muscles beneath stretching and shrinking to fit its place. Alfred felt himself get pulled forward with Arthur's hand resting on his shoulder, he felt it only natural to place his own upon the smaller man's back pulling him a little closer. "Very good now take a step towards me and then two steps back, understand?" Arthur asked. Alfred nodded doing as he said. Arthur gave a few more commands, telling him the basics. Alfred followed them and soon they quieted dancing to their content. They found a rhythm to no music, Arthur saw how well he fit in Alfred's arms. He noticed the strength Alfred had, but held back. Arthur wanted to sink underneath his touch, letting Alfred take over him. Alfred too had found a liking to it. He soon became lost in the dance, he would twirl the smaller man around and bring him back into his arms. He was small, but lithe. Someone who Alfred could hold, but not hurt.

Time was passing too quickly for both of them. They felt that if there had been music it was ending. Their silent song was over, neither felt the need to pull away yet. The two men continued to dance, enjoying being held by the other, but not showing it. Alfred felt himself being swept away, wishing for the moment not to end. Arthur felt he had found a common, neutral ground with the taller blonde. Alfred heard the silent ballet end and dipped Arthur, holding him close. Arthur looked up, innocently, into the clear cerulean eyes, hidden behind glasses, with his own piercing green ones. Alfred leaned forward gently brushing his lips against the smaller blonde's own before pulling away. Arthur was shocked for a moment, feeling his lips tingle as if they had been shocked with lightning. He leaned up, pulling Alfred into a soft kiss, eyes lidding shut as their mouths moved in perfect unity. Alfred pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. Arthur felt himself sink under the touch and moaned a little. "Alfred," He looked down to the smaller blonde with a smile. Arthur called once more. "Alfred, can you please let go of me now?' He asked.

Alfred awoke from his duper to find himself still dipping Arthur, and the kiss being a trick of the mind. He had imagined it, Alfred saddened quickly. He blushed and let Arthur back up, letting go of him. "S-sorry," he spoke quietly backing away a little. Arthur straightened out his clothes, looking curiously at the bespectacled man before him. "It's alright, simply lost thought I take it." Alfred nodded slowly, "Um, I should go I have work I need to attend to. We'll meet next week?" Arthur agreed to it as he watched Alfred practically run from the room. He stood there dazed still feeling his arms around him, holding him close. "Goodbye, Alfred," he spoke to himself.


Mathew walked the halls once more. The realization struck him hard in a way. I can't tell Alfred, can I? Mathew was debating, should he tell his twin or not. The younger of the two was in turmoil, he had yet to find the necklace of their mothers as well as the recent event. Alfred's gonna get hurt damn it. The battle raged on in his head, not realizing he had a follower one he could not see. He heard a bark and turned to see Kumajirou running to him. He smiled and bent down to pet the pure white husky. "At least I can go to you about this," he said scratching his ears. Kuma nuzzled against Mathew's chest trying to comfort him. He backed away before sensing the intruder. He barked trying to scare the being away. Mathew stood up, "I take it you're hungry, come on let's find you something to eat." He patted his leg to summon him, running down the hall to the kitchens, his mind returning to the turmoil it once was.


And there you have it like I said I'm sorry it's late I've been busy, distracted or no inspiration. I would like to thank X_America_The_Hero_X for being my inspiration. You've been there for me for a while now and I love you as well as all my readers. I do love the comments you made it made me happy. So stay beautiful and I will try not to be this late again but love ya'll