Arthur sat in the meeting room, drumming his fingers against the table in thought. Everyone was arguing around him and it was getting hard to focus.
"We should just attack, considering its war," Alfred proposed.
"You can't just simply attack, aru," Yao stated. "It's Clubs!"
"What's so bad about it?" Alfred whined.
"We don't have enough men," Francis sighed. "Even between Diamonds and Spades, Clubs has more people in their armies."
That's it, Arthur thought, perking up slightly.
"Then we can just do a draft, right? "Alfred asked. "We can do that in times of war, right?"
"Hearts," Arthur muttered.
"You can't just draft people, aru," Yao shook his head. "It's not right."
"Alfred," Arthur stated, turning around to look at the arguing Royals. Around the room, there was a few members of parliament and a few high placed knights, but they were choosing to stay quiet while the Royals fought about what they would do next.
"A lot of shit in this kingdom isn't right," Alfred pointed out.
"That does not mean that you can keep doing that, mon ami," Francis sighed.
"Hey!" Arthur snapped, standing up. He finally attracted their attention. "What about Hearts?"
"What?" Francis deadpanned.
"Hearts," Arthur repeated himself. "Just think about it, they're the most populated kingdom out of the four. They aren't allies with Clubs. And I know they aren't allies with Spades, either, but the way this war might turn out, it will involve them eventually. Which means that they'll have to pick a side. We just need them our ours."
"What makes you think Hearts is a good idea, aru?" Yao asked.
"Seriously? Aren't they, like, known for surrender?" Alfred raised an eyebrow.
"That's only because they've left those duties to the Jack," Arthur sighed. "But, recently, Hearts has decided to switch the duties. Their Queen is still in charge of things like trade and deciding war. But the one in charge of their armies is the King."
"Ah, Ludwig," Francis nodded, understanding now.
"What does the King have to do with anything?" Alfred asked.
"King Ludwig is a very…active King," Arthur tried to explain it the best he could. "He's known very well for his military prowess. He was already in the army, a general I think, when he was crowned. He was well known throughout the four kingdoms before he was a King. That's why it was decided recently to bring the duties of army to the King of Hearts."
"Huh," Alfred muttered. "So, wait, you think we can get Hearts to side with us?"
"I know Kiku and Ludwig are level-headed people," Arthur shrugged. "And I know that they aren't idiots. We can use all the help we can get against Clubs."
"I do agree with what Arthur said, aru," Yao nodded.
"It is an impressive idea," Francis hummed. "Considering it's coming from you."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Arthur snapped.
"It would take a few days for them to get over here from Hearts, but I'm sure we could get them over at least," Francis stated.
"We should probably check with the other nobles of Spades first," Arthur sighed, glancing at the other people, who were sitting awkwardly around the room.
"Why?" Alfred laughed and quickly walked out of the room.
"Alfred…" Arthur groaned and quickly went off after him, leaving Yao and Francis to work out the details with Parliament. "Alfred!" Arthur jogged to catch up with Alfred. "Why did you leave?"
"I was getting bored," Alfred shrugged and let out a long yawn. "And I'm exhausted. Aren't you?"
"A little," Arthur chuckled slightly.
"Sweet," Alfred let out a laugh. "Because going to sleep alone sucks."
"I'm sure it does, Alfred," Arthur shook his head.
"Hey, so since this is technically our wedding night, shouldn't we-"
"No," Arthur said quickly a blush forming on his face.
"You didn't even let me finish!" Alfred laughed.
"No" Arthur repeated. "You even try and I'll make sure you sleep on the floor."
"I love how you don't threaten me with kicking me out anymore," Alfred wrapped an arm around Arthur's shoulders. "You don't have to worry anyway, I was just kidding."
"Just kidding my arse," Arthur muttered.
"Francis was the one that suggested it to me in the first place,' Alfred laughed. "And I just said it as a joke. Don't be so stuffy."
"Whatever," Arthur sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Hey, so is Ella asleep or something?" Alfred asked.
"Shit," Arthur groaned. "I don't remember her coming back with us from that party."
"You little douche," Ella's voice puffed and quickly flew up to them. "I see Gilbert and I go off to bring him to you and you just leave me!"
"You saw Gilbert?" Arthur blurted out and the two stopped walking.
"What?" Alfred asked and saw that Arthur was staring at the air. "Oh...Right…"
"Yeah," Ella crossed her arms in front of her chest and turned around. "He said he'd be around eventually."
"You don't need to act like that," Arthur sighed, shaking his head. "Do you know what happened that made us leave?"
"I dunno, you wanted to go off and do that whole marriage night thing," Ella shrugged.
"No," Arthur replied bluntly. "We left because Clubs declared war."
"What? They did?" Ella asked.
"You know, as much as I like watching you talk to air," Alfred rubbed his neck awkwardly, "I don't think anyone else will. So, we should move this to our room."
"Fine," Arthur and Ella said at the same time and Arthur glanced at her before the three made it back to Alfred and Arthur's room.
The second they made it inside, though, and Alfred was closing the door, Arthur was met with familiar, beady red eyes. "Hey," the owner of the eyes, Gilbert, said happily.
"Shit!" Arthur reeled back, slamming into Alfred. As a result, the two slammed against the door and Arthur's crown rammed into Alfred's face.
"Okay, ow," Alfred stated, holding onto Arthur. Apparently he had just turned around when Arthur reeled. "What now?"
"That was freaking hilarious!" Gilbert cackled and fell onto his back so that he was just lying in midair.
"Hi, Gilbert," Arthur sighed and stood upright with the help of Alfred, who grabbed hold of the crown and took his own off.
"Oh, it's Gil, okay," Alfred said, walking over to the table, practically going through Gilbert if he hadn't moved.
"I wish this kid could just see me," Gilbert rolled his eyes and righted himself on the ground. "He'd be so awesome…"
"I take it you're here for a reason?" Arthur asked.
"I was trying to get a hold of you all day," Gilbert shrugged. "But you were always crowded with people, so it never really worked until just now, so… This is the best time."
"For what?" Arthur asked bluntly. As much as he had wanted to see Gilbert, there had to be a reason for his visit.
"One, congrats on not dying," Gilbert laughed, placing a hand on Arthur's shoulder. Arthur just blinked at him. "And, well, that whole coronation and marriage thing."
"Why are you really here, Gilbert?" Arthur asked.
"I'm just warning you about what's going to come," Gilbert's tone turned dark. "My last warning worked slightly, but not as well as I hoped."
"Not entirely my fault," Arthur stated.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, brainwashing," Gilbert said with a wave of his hand. "I already told you to stay away from that Ivan, you still know that. But I want to add something to that warning. Don't let him near anything you care about."
"I'm starting to get really tired of these cryptic messages," Arthur rolled his eyes.
"So, Gilbert," Alfred said. He was obviously trying to face Gilbert, but he wound up with his back facing him.
"Turn around, Alfred," Arthur said kindly.
"Hey, I don't know where he is," Alfred huffed and turned around. Gilbert grinned and moved to Alfred's right side.
"To your right," Arthur smirked. As Alfred turned, Gilbert flew over his head and laid on his back, relaxing. "Above you."
"Is he just moving around to annoy me?" Alfred groaned, looking up. Gilbert just cracked up.
"Mein Gott, he's a dummkopf," Gilbert laughed. He turned serious again for a moment and looked at Arthur. "Remember what I said this time." In a puff of smoke, he was gone.
"Okay, I think I got this right," Alfred said determinedly, staring down a wall.
"Alfred," Arthur said, but Alfred cut him off.
"Okay, fine, I'll try this," Alfred turned around.
"Alfred."
"Is he, like, below me or something?" Alfred stared down at his feet.
"He's gone."
"You couldn't have told me that sooner?" Alfred groaned and leaned against Arthur's desk. "What did he say to you? You were listening pretty intently."
"Probably nothing that important to you," Arthur muttered, yawning.
"You should still tell me," Alfred flashed him a winning smile.
"Just to be careful around Ivan," Arthur sighed. "I'm not quite sure what he meant exactly by it."
"Well, we don't have to worry about that," Alfred grinned. "If he gets anywhere near you, I'll snap him like a twig."
"He's not weak like Francis, Alfred," Arthur sighed. "I'm pretty sure his strength is somewhere along the same level as yours."
"And I'll still destroy him if he tries to do anything else to you," Alfred stated.
Arthur let out a deep sigh and started towards his dresser. "I'm getting tired of everyone being so serious. I'm going to sleep…"
"I'm a little tired, too," Alfred chuckled slightly and stripped off his shirt.
"I'm going to say this again," Arthur glanced behind him. "You try anything and you're sleeping on the floor."
"Just because I take off my shirt to sleep does not mean I'll try anything," Alfred groaned. "Seriously, dude, I'm not a douche like Francis."
"Still," Arthur shrugged and got some night clothes out, quickly changing out of his coronation clothes. He didn't care he undressed in front of Alfred, they had been living in the same room for a week, after all. "I take it you aren't going to dress in night clothes again?"
"What's the point?" Alfred asked. "These pants are comfy, anyway."
"At least you're comfortable in the coronation outfit," Arthur shook his head.
"Well, if it's any consolation, you looked pretty amazing in that outfit," Alfred laughed.
"Yes, well, I am not a fan of boots going past my knees," Arthur rolled his eyes.
"You know, I can't help but wonder what our war outfits look like…" Alfred stared off into space.
"Well, yours shouldn't be anything, since you aren't supposed to go out on the field," Arthur rolled his eyes.
"Hey, if Hearts can change their minds about what their King can do, then Spades can, too," Alfred crossed his arms in front of his chest like a child. Though, the effect was lost through all the muscles.
"We can decide all this tomorrow," Arthur sighed and sat down on the bed, slumping slightly. He really was tired…He was starting to have troubles keeping his eyes open.
"Right," Alfred let out a loud, deep yawn. He walked over to the other side of the bed and practically jumped into it.
"You're hopeless," Arthur chuckled and carefully climbed in after him.
"And your life would be boring if I wasn't," Alfred winked, poking Arthur's nose.
"My life would also be easier," Arthur laughed and placed a quick peck on Alfred's lips before nuzzling into his chest. He felt a lot drowsier surrounded by Alfred's warmth.
"You're really cute when you do that, you know that, right?" Alfred hummed happily and wrapped his arms around Arthur.
"Just shut up and sleep," Arthur sighed, his voice muffled by Alfred's chest.
Yay! Cute, fluffiness! I think this chapter is what we call a filler. Because I was really lazy. There might be a couple fillers before the actual war, but I will try to avoid that. It's funny, I'm even daydreaming at school about what I'm gonna put in next. Oh, and Gil's back! Yay!
Review, please! I love it lots and lots!