School back in...I began week two today of my 9th grade year. So far I've danced/sang on the table at lunch, had a teacher ignore the fire alarm, found out my history teacher knows about Hetalia, and I have auditions for Romeo and Juliet. Plus I randomly hugged a student who was drawing manga outside the school...and freaked him out.

WONDERFUL.

Anyway, I'm going to have to do some improvising with this story because my reliable laptop is broken...AGAIN.

My parents refuse to fix it until I attempt to clean my garbage jungle of a room. Which is a death wish on my part because they don't understand what kind of stuff LIVES under my bed. And I don't mean monsters.

I truly believe I have created a hybrid mutant animal somewhere in my room.

And it scares me.

Enjoy!

"Your Highness, do you know where Elizabeta and Alfred are?" Francis asked one morning when he brought out the king's breakfast. "I haven't seen them at all this week."

Francis didn't go to the ball, he sensed that something bad might happen and didn't want to take the chance. As an excuse he told everyone else that it was merely because he wasn't feeling well. However it was no secret that King Ivan kidnapped both Princess Anne (who turned out to be a guy? Maybe transformation at play again) and Feliciano. What baffled Francis the most was that the King was doing absolutely nothing about King Ivan stealing his only child and their best maid.

"This doesn't concern you, Francis," the King replied dryly stabbing a fork into scrambled eggs. "Those two are no longer welcome here."

"May I inquire as to why they are not welcome?"

"You may not." the King said after polishing off a croissant.

"Have you already sent your knights to retrieve Feliciano and Princess Anne?"

"Don't call him that. There was no transformation magic...my little girl is lost somewhere. I don't know where to start." the King started to mutter. Though Francis picked up on every word.

"Your Highness. Is there something you want to say?"

"Elizabeta and Alfred left on their own. Went to the Kingdom of Spades to get them back. I'm not telling you anything else."

"But, Your Highness shouldn't you take some kind of action? That is an extremely dangerous task, they could be murdered for all we know. They're trying to retrieve your daughter."

"That's not my daughter."

"The spell just hadn't worn off-"

"You weren't there! You didn't see!"

"Your Highness-"

"My glass is empty."

The chef frowned and retreated to the kitchen, quickly coming back to refill the glass of wine. Francis waited till the King was on his sixth glass before he asked another question. He never approved of alcohol in the morning hours, but he wanted information. Call it selfish, but the king was stubborn. Fortunately, he was a huge blabbermouth when intoxicated. Francis sat down in the chair next to the drunk royal, he propped his elbows up on the table, his hands cradling his face.

""Now...Your Royal Highness...What happened with Alfred and Elizabeta?"

"I stripped that brat of his knighthood. He wouldn't shut his mouth. I won't lie, Alfred was a good knight- one of the best. He stormed out of the throne room, took his little brother and Elizabeta, then left Hearts. I think it's a rescue party."

"So, you didn't send them yourself?"

"No."

"What did King Ivan do to make you believe that Princess Anne was not who she said she was?"

The King eyed him dazedly, he slurred his words greatly and Francis strained to understand him. "If you are cut by a knife what color is your blood?"

"Of course it would be red."

"If I am cut...what color would my blood be?"

"Well, you are also human, so your blood would be red as well."

"Wrong! Let me in on a secret- when a royal is wounded, our blood is blue! It's a well-kept secret, mind you."

"Surely you jest, Your Highness." Francis was more than a little worried that his plan was beginning to backfire on him. The King was being absolutely absurd.

This was when the King did something brash, he grabbed one of the sharper knives and slid it across his index finger. He made sure it wasn't shallow, a dark blue liquid gathered where his flesh was cut. The royal raised his hand 5 inches above the table, palm facing downwards, and let it drip on the red tablecloth. Francis's eyes widened at both the king's actions and the sight of his oddly colored blood.

"Ivan made that impostor bloody, his blood was the deepest red I've ever seen on a peasant. He's not my daughter, Francis."

"I see," the chef rose from his seat, "I am going to take a small break, if you need anything, the rest of the kitchen staff awaits you."

Francis left the dining room and walked down the corridor. The King swirled the wine that was still in his glass, "Shouldn't he know by now that I have very high tolerance?"

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Toris walked down the quiet halls of the palace, everyone was still asleep, and it's part of his job to wake up Ivan. He ascended a flight of stairs and briskly walked past the torture room. The butler wondered whether he should leave with Arthur and Feliciano when they're rescued. If push comes to shove, he'd run away on his own. Somewhere in the woods, all he would need is a spell book and he'd be set for life. Toris sighed and shook his head.

He wouldn't leave his brothers to suffer, but he knew that Raivis would reject the idea completely. Though he didn't know how Eduard would react. His younger brother always spoke of living on his own, but never got the opportunity.

Ivan's bedroom door quickly came into view, Toris gripped the doorknob. He was hesitant, Ivan called him into the throne room the previous knight, and he wasn't happy. Toris worried that Ivan might know about his conversations with Arthur and Feliciano.

The room was completely dark, save for the few spots of light that snuck through the drawn curtains. It didn't matter, Toris knew where he was going. It would be suicide if he turned on the lights, a death glare from a tired Ivan was more than enough to give nightmares. He hopped over the jacket that was always discarded on the right of the bedside.

"Ivan..." Toris whispered shaking him lightly. "It's time to wake up."

Less than ten seconds rolled by before Toris was yanked into the bed, with Ivan holding him to his chest like a stuffed toy. This was the norm, Toris sighed as he struggled to get free.

"Toris...you're mine, right?" Ivan mumbled lowly. He began unbuttoning Toris's dress shirt.

Toris began to panic...this hasn't ever happened before. "Ivan, what are you-"

"Answer my question," Ivan stated flatly before nipping his ear. "Are you? Or are you not?"

"Ivan, this really isn't..." Toris involuntarily moaned before he could finish his sentence. He quickly covered his mouth after that embarrassing sound escaped his lips. Ivan smirked against is neck.

"I never knew my little Toris made such cute sounds. You must really like it when I play with your nipples," Ivan whispered huskily sliding one of his legs between his frantic butler's. "Such lewd sounds...so shameless."

"D-don't twist them..." Toris gasped, he was quickly losing willpower. His voice rose two octaves higher when Ivan's hand disappeared down his waistband. The stimulation was overwhelming, it was something he seriously wasn't used to.

The royal turned Toris around and crushed their lips together, Ivan didn't wouldn't back off until he saw his butler nearly passed out from lack of oxygen. Toris hated to admit it but it was somewhat arousing.

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"My cute grandson's kidnapped!? When? How? Why?"

"Feliciano's been WHAT?"

Ludwig inwardly sighed and began to worry about his mental health after this was over. Lovino, Feliciano's older brother was loud, uncooperative, and hated his guts to begin with. His grandfather, Roma on the other hand is a nice guy,though if he wanted to, he could be extremely dangerous. But it had to be done.

The Kingdom of Diamonds tried to keep the incident at the ball under wraps. Luckily, very few nobles from their kingdom had attended, since they weren't really a monarchy that loved social gatherings. Not even Ludwig's grandfather, the king, went to it. Neither did his older brother, he said it was to prissy for his tastes.

"He's being held by King Ivan. I don't know what he wants him for, but it certainly isn't for a good reason."

"It's because of his birthmark, right?"

"Yes, sir. For the past few years there have been rumors that the Kingdom of Spades was on the look out for the 'Red Rose' mark. In short, King Ivan was searching for him at the ball, then had his knights searched for him while he left with Princess Anne. When he came back with the princess, she was a boy who looked as if he had the living daylights beat out of him. King Ivan threatened to kill him, unless the 'Red Rose Bearer' appeared. That was when Feliciano revealed himself. King Ivan changed his mind and now the boy princess and Feliciano are both being held against their will in the dungeon."

Roma sat at the table for a moment, processing the information. Lovino was furious.

"Why didn't anyone stop him! Why didn't you stop him? Everyone knows that King Ivan is a sadist! He's crazy!" he slammed his hand on the table. "Feliciano's so stupid! He won't survive in there!" Lovino cried, covering his face with both hands. "If he dies it's your fault you idiotic, macho, inconsiderate, moronic, cowardly, and overall useless son of a-"

"I COULDN'T DO ANYTHING!" Ludwig defended, "In fact, I was just as dumbfounded as everyone else! When you attend a ball in most cases you don't have your life threatened!"

"Excuses!"

"Lovino..." said warningly.

The younger man flinched momentarily, then glared daggers at Ludwig.

"Prince Ludwig. I'm hoping that there is more to this story."

"Of course, sir." Ludwig affirmed. He gave a small cough to compose himself. "I would like to have Feliciano's hand in marriage."

Both Vargas men stared blankly. Lovino jaw dropped and he said slowly. "WHAT. THE. FU-"

"Lovino!"