Too Much Chapter 21: Officially Royal, a hetalia - axis powers fanfic

Arthur, Alfred, and Yao made their way down the middle of the main hall and Arthur desperately tried not to look at the large group of nobles on either side of them. Alfred was in the middle of them, Arthur on his right, and Yao on his left. The servant who opened the door was leading them down the long hall, where at the end, Francis was standing.

Everyone else in the room was wearing navy blue and purple. Francis, on the other hand, was decked out in orange and yellow, practically making himself the center of attention. He was wearing a simple yellow shirt with a yellow ascot sticking out of it. On top of that was a long, orange jacket that went down to practically his ankles. And he had orange puffy pants with yellow boots that went up to his shins.

Arthur inwardly groaned when Francis winked at him, but kept going with his head held high. He felt something brush against his left hand and quickly glanced at it. It was Alfred. He was trying to hold onto Arthur's hand. Arthur flashed him a reassuring smile before he held onto Alfred's hand. It didn't matter, really, to Arthur. If they were to wed soon, anyway, then it didn't matter if they held hands.

"Bonjour, new Royals," Francis said happily when they got to him. They were maybe three feet apart. Arthur shot him a pleading look that basically said "please be serious."

Soon, the trio in front of Francis knelt down, bowing their heads. It was always customary, a sign of respect for the person in charge of crowning them.

"Yao," Francis said, making his voice sound imposing. He actually did a rather good job of it… Yao lifted his head to look up at him. "You can stand." Yao stood up. "Repeat after me…"

Arthur tuned them out at that point, favoring to just get lost in his thoughts. He slightly trembled at the thought of having to run a country but he was still holding Alfred's hand, which was very reassuring. He held on tighter to Alfred's hand and Alfred squeezed tighter in response.

"Arthur," Francis' voice cut into Arthur's thoughts and Arthur looked up at him. In the corner of his eye, he saw Yao kneel down from standing with the small crown of the Jacks on his head. "You can stand." Arthur stood up slowly, not wanting to let go of Alfred's hand, but he did so eventually. He was staring right in Francis' eyes and Francis did a good job of keeping himself serious. "Repeat after me. I, Arthur Kirkland."

"I, Arthur Kirkland," Arthur repeated.

"Do solemnly swear."

"To protect Spades and its King."

"To maintain fairness in war and trade."

"And to never betray the trust bestowed upon me by my fellow royals."

"Even if it costs me my life."

"Congratulations," Francis said with a gleam in his eye. He turned around for a second and turned back with a pointed crown, slightly larger than Yao's, and placed it on Arthur's head. "Arthur Kirkland, Queen of Spades."

Arthur closed his eyes when he heard a small sigh go through the audience behind him.

"Alfred," Francis turned to Alfred's kneeling figure and Arthur took that as his cue to kneel back down, staring at the ground. "You can stand." This time, Arthur actually listened to what was being said around him. "Repeat after me. I, Alfred Jones."

"I, Alfred F. Jones," Alfred stated and Arthur stifled a laugh at his correction to Francis.

"Do solemnly swear."

"To rule Spades fairly and strongly."

"To maintain order and keep Spades at its best."

"And to stop anyone who tries to come in the way of that."

"Even if it costs me my life."

"Congratulations, Alfred F. Jones," Francis put emphasis on the F, "King of Spades." There was a short pause and the room stayed perfectly quiet. No one even sneezed or coughed. Perfectly still. "You may all stand."

Arthur stood up with Yao. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Alfred standing straight up, staring at Francis. His crown was bigger than Arthur's and more extravagant, but that was because he was King. It also looked manly. Arthur's was most definitely designed for a woman to wear.

"Congratulations," Francis smiled. "You are the new Royalty of Spades."

The crowd behind them started clapping politely and Arthur reached for Alfred's hand again as they turned around to leave the main hall, Francis following behind them. Alfred grabbed onto his hand, too and the group headed out the door.

The nobles stayed inside and Arthur could hear them start to talk amongst themselves as they left. The second the door closed behind them, Alfred let out a sigh.

"Thank freaking God that's over," he leaned his head back. They stopped walking for a second.

"We can go to dinner if you announce us to Spades," Arthur laughed slightly, though he could feel himself shaking.

"Vous etês trés adorable," Francis chuckled, shaking his head. "Holding hands…"

"Shut it, frog," Arthur snapped, turning his head sharply, which caused his crown to tip off his head and start to fall. But Alfred easily caught it with one hand.

"I think you dropped something," Alfred laughed, carefully placing it back on Arthur's head.

"Thank you, love," Arthur nodded.

"We should get to the balcony, aru," Yao reminded them bluntly and Arthur sighed. There was one part of the castle, a balcony, that stretched out far in front of the castle. Normally, during important ceremonies, as many citizens as possible crowded around it, so it was a perfect chance for the King of Spades to introduce the new royals.

"Dude, I'm not good with things like this," Alfred groaned as they started walking again.

"You'll do fine," Arthur rolled his eyes. "What happened to you being great with public speaking?"

"That was before I felt all this pressure," Alfred stared at the ground.

"You're already King," Arthur stated. "There is nothing you can say up there that will convince these people not to follow you."

"Kay," Alfred sucked in a deep breath as they stopped in front of the double doors to the balcony.

"I must stay back here," Francis said.

"Good," Arthur sighed. "Otherwise you would attract attention in your orange outfit."

"The colors of my beautiful Diamonds are beautiful," Francis scoffed and leaned against the wall next to the door. "I will wait for you here. After all, I am to escort you to dinner."

"What am I supposed to say?" Alfred whispered to Arthur as they opened the door and stepped outside. The sky was turning a vague orange, making everything turn that color as well. There was indeed a large crowd around them.

"You're the King," Arthur said. "You'll know what to say." The crowd immediately hushed when they came to the end of the balcony. Arthur could feel Alfred's hand shaking something horrible when they got there. Arthur held his hand even tighter in the awkward silence while Alfred seemed to be thinking of something to say.

"I now present," Alfred said loudly and Arthur was amazed that his voice was so even, considering how bad his hand was shaking, "Yao Wang, Jack of Spades," there was a loud cheer there and Alfred waited until everyone quieted down to continue, "Arthur Kirkland, Queen of Spades," there was an awkward silence there, "and I, Alfred Jones, King of Spades." There was a massive cheer at that point and Alfred's shaking relented a little bit.

They stood there for a while, Arthur hanging his head slightly at the fact that not a single person said one thing when he was announced. When Alfred turned around, though, both Arthur and Yao did, too. Alfred seemed to walk very quickly back through the double doors and the sound of the crowd was muffled when the doors closed.

"I'm sitting down now," Alfred said quietly and sat down against the wall opposite the doors. He was still holding on to Arthur's hand, so he sat down with him to make him more comfortable. At this rate, it felt like Alfred would rip off his hand sooner than let go.

"You did fine, love," Arthur said reassuringly.

"And I did love the awkward silence when you were announced Queen," Francis chuckled, receiving a menacing glare from Arthur.

"I don't wanna do that again," Alfred muttered, sounding an awful lot like Mathew.

"You will have to do that a lot as King," Francis stated.

"You're not helping," Arthur hissed at him.

"I'm just speaking the truth," Francis shrugged.

"Ready for dinner yet, aru?" Yao asked.

"Why so rushed, mon ami?" Francis quirked an eyebrow.

"Clubs could declare war at any second, aru," Yao sighed. "Sorry if I want to make sure we can actually fight as a country before that happens."

"I'm sure Artie'll be fine," Alfred muttered. "H-He's good at military stuff, I'm sure… Queens are good at that stuff…"

"Your mumbling, love," Arthur chuckled, patting his back. "On the bright side, you're halfway done. All you need to do is the marriage."

"Shit," Alfred sighed.

"We need to deal with the dinner first, aru," Yao stated.

"Right, fine," Alfred stood up quickly, Arthur following soon after.

"Off to the dinner," Francis said excitedly and the group started towards the dining hall. Arthur sighed, Francis was obviously used to things like this. But Alfred was terrified of what was going on around him. He was practically crushing Arthur's hand.

This was going to be a long day.

. Is. Evil! It took me six freaking hours to write! Detail! Why! And the vows took me about half an hour in the first place... If I had done the Jack, I would have killed myself... Anyway! They're officially King, Queen, and Jack! Next up is dinner and then they get to marry! Won't that be fun?

Please review! It's very awesome. Speaking of awesome... I'm trying to think of ways for Gilbert to come back...