Author's Notes: *Yawns* Top of the morning to you all. I know it is quite unexpected to have me updating on weekdays, but as I mentioned before I have a five day break! I honestly do not know what is in store for this story, it's just a mess right now. This irritates me. I'm one of those people who wants every chapter planned out...arg. Nevertheless, this chapter is one of those love-y dove-y why-don't-you-just-make-out-the-sexual-tension-are-killing-me chapters. Those also annoy me. Whatever, I need a couple in here anyways. I'm planning to make next chapter thrilling, seeing that there is a cliffhanger at the end of this chapter. I'm going to leave it with that because I know none of you read this anyways so...Thank you for reading/reviewing/PM. All of you deserve giant hugs! Remember to vote on my profile for me to continue this story. I present to you: chapter 10!

Warnings: Some language.

Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia yatta yatta yatta

"Good morning, Matthew," Arthur said placing a tray of medicine on a wooden table beside Matthew's bed after entering the infirmary.

Mattie turned over on his cot to get a better look before quickly combing his hair and dusting off his hospital rags. "Oh, your majesty, I was not expecting you. Please excuse my disheveled appearance."

"Please, do not apologize," he scoffed hating how people ask for forgiveness although they did not do anything wrong.

This awkward behavior confused Matthew. The Queen almost never came to visit him, and he chose today of all days to do so. This made him hypothesize that something had to have happened last night. "If you don't mind me asking, how was last night?"

Arthur tried to sucuumb his blushes after sitting on a cot across from Matthew. "Fine" was all he could say. Albeit, he's never liked anyone likes this before and was unaware of his feelings. He could do noithing more than attempt to hide it.

Matthew raised an eyebrow and asked "just fine?" By 'just fine' he was obviously hiding something; and by the looks of his desperation it was about Alfred.

He cleared his throat before asking "have you seen Alfred this morning?"

He shook his head letting his gold locks fall into his face. "Not yet. He's usually not one to wake up this early."

"Ah, I see," he said tapping his finger eagerly on yet another tray of food in his delicate hands.

"Why do you need Alfred?" he solicited eagerly.

"Oh nothing," he scoffed waving his hand in the air making Matthew pout. If only he was not so shy about his feelings, Matthew thought. I guess I will just have to force him to talk.

"If you do not mind me asking, do you like my brother?"

"Of course," he said without hesitation. "He is a noble man, and a fine warrior."

He chuckled and realized he had to be blunt when he spoke. "I mean as lovers."

"Of course I do," he defended with his face flushing red.

"Alfred told me about your, err, predicament," he said wanting to know Arthur's true motives about Alfred, not just some act he was forced to put on for the public.

The Queen curled his lip knowing he would have a very stern talk with Alfred later that day. "Oh did he?"

"If you don't mind answering, I would like to know why you are really here."

Arthur blushed and looked down at his fragile hands holding the Queen's Clock. "Well…um…I…"

"G'morning Mattie!" Alfred interrupted slapping his brother on his back. "You'll never guess what happened last night-" he said stopping once he saw Arthur in the room. His cheerful attitude automatically turned soft. "Oh. Good morning Arthur," he stated trying not to blush.

"I was just about to leave anyways," Arthur stated awkwardly collecting his tray of food before standing up.

"Was I interrupting something? No, please, continue. I'll leave," the youngest of the three said beginning to walk out the door.

"Wait!" Arthur called making his future King stop in his tracks. "I just wanted to congratulate you for last night. It could not have gone more smoothly. Here are some scones in celebration," he stated thrusting his tray in Alfred's chiseled face.

"Cool, thanks," he said taking one, which he would immediately regret because it tasted no more than ash and flour. "Ew. That was the worst fucking scone I have ever tasted. You might want to consider hiring new chefs."

Arthur's face immediately turned sour and scowled angrily at his future King. "Actually, I made that. Excuse me, I have some important business in the gardens to attend to…" he stated rushing out of the room quite embarrassed that he was beginning to cry. Queens do not cry, at least not publically; and certainly not over dumb peasants insulting his food. Definitely not the latter.

"No wait!" Alfred called but the Queen had already exited the infirmary. He slumped onto a cot stuffing his face with a pillow. "I feel so fucking stupid!"

Matthew sighed. "You didn't know," he reassured with a smile.

"No, he totally hates me now."

He rolled his purple eyes. "He doesn't hate you! I think he sorta likes you."

His face flushed to a pale cherry and chuckled "likes me? That's a good one Matthew!"

"You'd be surprised." For someone who had been in the infirmary for the past week, he was more aware of the situation than anyone. It was obvious that a connection was building between the two courteous of Arthur's visit to him.

He snorted. "He doesn't even like Yao! How could he possibly like me?"

He shrugged wanting his brother to sort out his feelings for himself. "Well, he did pick you to be King. I think you should go to the gardens and sort out this misunderstanding."

Alfred sighed in defeat knowing his brother was right. Not only that, but it was an excuse to see Arthur. However, he masked his hidden desire by stating "whatever."

"Arthur?" Alfred asked when he walked through the arched doorway and into the garden. Perched on a stone bench was Arthur picking petals off a blue rose.

"Go away," he barked trying to hide the fact that his face was streaming with tears.

He soughed. "Look, I'm really sorry about insulting your cooking. It wasn't that bad, honestly," he lied.

He sniffled gullibly "really?"

"Of course," he assured with a luminescent smile. His sapphire eyes wandered around the garden, noticing how every flower or tree was a glowing shade of blue. Even the stone pathways were created out of a blue tinted stones. "It's a lovely garden you have."

"You know, just because we are betrothed does not mean you have to act nice t-"

"Woah, what do you mean by betrothed?"

Arthur raised a bushy eyebrow in confusion. "Last night at the celebration. Did we not dance the Spades waltz?"

"Yeah, so?"

"My point is, two partners who correctly dance the waltz at midnight are bound by magic."

He waved his hands in the air "nobody told me about that!"

"I assumed you knew!"

Alfred pouted. He asked himself magically betrothed? He considered Mathew's words about how Arthur had a fondness towards him as he said "well…I really meant what I said. You really do have a magnificent garden."

His green eyes lit up. "Really? Nobody ever appreciates my hard work."

"Then you shouldn't pick at the flowers," he scolded snatching the rose from Arthur's hand only to be pricked by its thorny exterior. "Ouch!" he shouted and dropped the flower on impulse to the blue stone pavement.

He sternly lectured "be careful with those. They are not nearly harvestable yet."

Alfred bent down to pick up the flower noticing something gold at the center of the flower catching his eye. He pulled back one of the petals to find a Clock ticking in perfect sync with the hour hand pointing at him. "Clock flowers?" he asked examining the flower more closely this time.

"Indeed. Everything in this garden produces Clocks, but the most magical is the willow." He pointed to a tall sapphire highlighted tree in the middle of the garden. Its weeping branches filled with blue shade shaped leaves dangled tens of golden and platinum Clocks.

"This all distinctly sounds like a fairytale my mother used to tell me. Everything from magic proposals to charmed Clock trees. Are you sure I am not dreaming?"

He nodded once but before he could speak he was interrupted by the same dark skinned servant running over and calling their names. "Your highness!" she exclaimed gasping for air when she finally reached them. Her voice was stiff yet her eyes deemed solemn when she said "Iain was attacked."

To Be Continued...