Sorry it took so long to update, but I was really busy yesterday. So here is the awaited chapter 8.

I disown everything.


Arthur was not being noisy, just…curious. After all Alfred left with little explanation and he never could work up the courage to ask Matthew about anything. Arthur wouldn't admit but he didn't want Matthew to leave like Alfred, so he was giving him space, surely he was different from his cousin. Matthew was sound asleep anyway, it's not like he would know.

The letter was lying on his desk, almost asking for Arthur to read it, but he was not being noisy what so ever. The letter was written in rather neat and orderly hand writing, it was almost like calligraphy in some sense. Arthur found himself reading the letter shortly after looking it over.

Matthew-san,

As you may have come to notice, the Nihon Kingdom is at war with the Soviet Kingdom. I am happy to inform you about the reason for the sudden war; I was right about my thoughts as to who wiped out most of your family. Alfred apologies for leaving in a rush, he had a run in with one of the attackers, it only confirmed his fears, and as far as they know you aren't in Europa or with me. Things haven't been going smoothly for us, even with Gilbert-san.

Another thing, Alfred had lost most of his useful sight; due to a head injury, but other then that he has nothing more then a few bruises and cuts. Very much like everyone else here now a days. I hope this puts you at some ease.

Honda Kiku

Arthur looked at the letter again; in fact he read it about two more times before putting it back in its place and walking of.


"Alfred-kun we have to get moving." Kiku said gently trying to stir the other awake. Alfred grumbled a bit, rolling over before hissing in pain slightly.

"Yo, America! Get off your ass, we got to move." Gilbert yelled, sticking his head through the door. Alfred growled and got up. "Good morning your majesty."

"I get it, I'm up." Alfred grumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and searching for his glasses. "We can go now."

Kiku nodded and helped Alfred up, before gently shoving Gilbert out of the way. He heard Gilbert and Alfred exchange conversation, the two always seemed to be butting heads, but surprisingly the two worked very well together. Kiku lead them towards the troops, hearing Alfred stretch behind him, as well as comment about being hungry.

"If you woke you earlier maybe you wouldn't be like this!" Gilbert countered.

"Whatever." Alfred snapped back, before turning to Kiku. "It's not my fault you're an albino."

"Am just awesome that way." Gilbert retorted quickly.

They came out to the field and the conversation subsided. Troops lined up and poses straightened. Gilbert gave a rather satisfied whistle; it was pretty cool to see troops act this way. He quickly hopped onto his horse; it was a grey one, nothing else special about it. Kiku glided over to his black one, gracefully getting up. Alfred got on his as well; it was a brown horse with a black mane.

"Albino." Alfred said before sending his horse off.

"Get back here, America!" Gilbert yelled racing after him. Kiku sighed and urged his horse forward, leading the troops forward. It was going to be like this for the next couple of days.


Ivan smiled, the King had told him everything he wanted, of course he sometimes had to ask more then once, but eventually he got what he wanted. Kirkland, Arthur Kirkland, a rather high end noble. Someone who had more influence then the king, as well the one who hide his target. Ivan was some what disappoint; surely his target wouldn't hide behind some nobleman.

Still Ivan found himself in front of the nobleman's house. It was a big house, different flowers grew in the gardens and up and along the house. No sunflowers though, but Ivan wasn't going to let that get in the way of what he wanted. He heaved the knocker, a lion holding a ring in its mouth. He heard footsteps from the inside.

The door creaked open after some grumbling from the other side, Ivan didn't catch any of it. He was greeted by a shorter sandy blonde man, green eyes peering up at Ivan with annoyance. They blinked, obviously having to look up at Ivan, most likely shocked but his height.

"Can I help you with anything?" The man grumbled.

"Arthur Kirkland lives here, da?" Ivan asked, a smile tugging at his lips, either that or his lip was twitching. The man raised a rather large eyebrow. "Is he home?"

"He's speaking to you, you grit." The man snapped bitterly. "Who are you and what to you want?!"

"Ivan Bragninski, from the Soviet Kingdom." Ivan said, his smile never once fading. "I simply just want to get to know you and the members of the house hold." Arthur looked at him for a little while, but other then that let him in.


Being with Francis for a while taught Matthew how to pick up on gossip, and for the more part he wasn't like it at the time. Ever since the whole war between the Nihon and Soviet kingdoms, people had been talking. Especially when Nihon claimed Americana to be one of their allies. Americana was nothing now, well nothing without the Soviet Kingdom holding it up. People didn't see the point, they didn't know what the Nihon Kingdom had, Matthew did.

They had Alfred, and according to his letter Gilbert as well.

Matthew sigh, he was going off to see Francis, but the rumors just made him want to go home. The Soviet Kingdom was asking for an alliance. It was becoming unsafe for him, but it was hard enough when Alfred left. Matthew adjusted his glasses slightly, he sighed, recalling Alfred had lost most of his, Matthew's were slightly on the weak side.

He neared the place Francis was meeting him, he felt he should even be there. He shook his head, he needed to think it would be nice to see Francis; surely they would clear his moody storm cloud away. However when Matthew spotted him, nothing happened, and though he tried to have a good time, he couldn't. Not with the rumors whispering in his ear.


Peter just about hated his tutor, Matthew was better, he wasn't so boring. However Peter was stuck with the tutor, who had decided the subject of Americana, was good for him. Obviously the tutor took notice of his lack of knowledge in that part, Peter thanked Matthew for that. Well Peter knew the founders and such, but that was about it.

"And the last king?" The tutor asked, pacing in front of him, waiting for an answer. Peter didn't know, only that it was something Jones; the family hadn't died down till they were wiped out. Why did Arthur have to hire this tutor for him!

"I don't know, it was some first name Jones." Peter said resting his chin in his palm. The tutor sighed.

"What about the last prince?" Like he knew that any better. He let out a deep exhale. The tutor sighed as well, about to give him the answer, seeing he had given up. "Wait!" Peter yelled suddenly, having no clue why he was remembering that conversation now.

"Give it back!" Alfred said lowly.

"It's yours?"

"Yes," Alfred snapped, gripping Peter's wrist, snatching the thing away. "It was my father's and now it's mine."

"No…" Peter gawped; the tutor looked at him with interest. "No that's wrong, never mind."

"Who did you think?" The tutor questioned. "You can tell me, don't doubt yourself."

"Al-Alfred…Jo-Jones." Peter said hesitantly, no that wasn't right, not at all.

"Close, his full name was Alfred F. Jones…" Peter stopped listening after the full name. No Alfred was some servant. He was Alfred Johnson, some he was some distant relative of the Jones, not they were different. But then why would he have that crest?


"I heard you have the most influence here, da?" Ivan asked him as Arthur led him to the closest seating room. Arthur didn't know why he was there yet, but Matthew's letter from Honda Kiku was bothering him. It was more then bothering it was nagging him.

"You could say that." Arthur said.

"But most people listen to you, da?" Ivan asked, Arthur stopped and thought about it for a bit.

"They value my opinion." Arthur said, he figured that was best, not everyone usually agreed with him, like Francis. "I don't know if they take me word over laws or such stuff like that."

"Oh, is that so." Ivan said, sitting down on the coach, Arthur sat across from him. He was rather uneasy, there was something about Ivan that…that was just not right. "Tell me, what do you think about the formation of alliance between our two kingdoms."

So many thoughts raced through Arthur's head, but there was one thing he did know, Alfred was fighting against the Soviet Kingdom for some reason. He couldn't fight Alfred, Matthew sure as hell couldn't. Besides why did they need alliance, the Soviet Kingdom was growing in size, wealth and power. Arthur couldn't think though, there was too many thoughts, but he could avoid the question either.

"Our Kingdoms are the strongest out there, besides it's just the Nihon Kingdom. They can't be that much of a problem." Arthur said, before finding it was the wrong thing to let come out of his mouth. Ivan scolded, and it was a normal scold, not this one was murderous. "But then again, I'm not fighting in the war as of now." The scold still was held on his face.

"Do you know any one from the Americana Kingdom?" Ivan asked, his voice still level, it was creepy Arthur would admit it.

"Not anyone special." Arthur said, and he felt it was that way, it had to be. Ivan shot up from his seat, startling Arthur, who scrambled up, only to find it was difficult to breath. "Bl—ood—y—He—ll!" He choked out, his hands flying to his throat which was lost in one single hand of Ivan.

"My scout saw him!" Ivan bellowed suddenly, Arthur found the ground was disappearing under him.

"Who!" Arthur demanded before the grip tighten.

"The Prince, the last Jones," Ivan listed, his voice growing darker. "Alfred F. Jones."

"I don't have a bloody clue who you're talking about." Arthur said just before Ivan dropped him, he landed gasping, coughing, and panting.

"You fucking liar." Ivan's huge booted foot hurt a lot as it collided with his throbbing head. The world of pain turned to blackness as well as numbness.


Haha, cliff hanger for you all. Please Review and Reply, it didn't happen much last chapter.