That night...

Arthur's palms were very sweaty as he revised the new cover story in his head. Alfred had dreamt one up that made perfect sense, so Arthur was going by that one now, despite disliking it. Matthew and Chancy were both in his carriage now, Alfred sitting next to him, holding his hand. Matthew and Chancy looked worried, unknowing about the news the brit so urgently had to tell them. He wanted to be completely honest, but that would just complicate things, he really had no choice but to lie again.

"I lied to you guys." He sighed, combing his hair out of his eyes. Matthew quirked his brow as he opened his mouth to translate, Arthur cutting him off in order to do it himself. "J'ai menti Chancy." Matthew's eyes widened in shock, and Chancy was forced to feign surprise. "Alfred already knows the story, so I'll just say it in French, okay?" He stared at his hands, not looking up to meet the other's gaze.

"The story I said in the lounge wasn't entirely a lie, but some of it wasn't true. My real father is Uther Pendragon, better known as Uther Kirkland." He explained, and both frenchmen gasped genuinely. "He was the last reigning monarch of england before he abdicated the throne. He had bought a big house on the coast, and changed his name to Kirkland. He started a family, but when he found out I was an omega, he sent me to live with Arnold Pendragon, a distant cousin of his. Arnold raised me since I was 4 years old up until I was 14, he taught me multiple languages. Then suddenly he sent me to London to live with an associate. I didn't lie about about him sending me away because he feared The Americans would find out about his involvement with the rebel group. By then I knew about my true family by the coast, and I wanted nothing to do with them." He paused in order to let that sink, the only noise being the soft canter of horses.

"What about Peter?" Matthew asked, a hint of anger in his voice. "Was he really your brother?" he whispered. Arthur could understand his anger, he had lied to them.

"Peter was indeed my brother, and we were reunited at Sir. Ector's house." he explained flatly, ignoring the copper taste in his mouth. "He was raised by our father unlike myself, so I didn't know Peter all that well. I was going to leave London by myself , but I had received a letter from my father, Arnold not Uther, to stay put, that the Americans were searching his documents. So I stayed, then the plague, and the Americans came back..." he trailed off, waving his hands in a rolling motion. "Then that brings me to the tunnels. Everything I said about the tunnels were true, I made nothing up about that. Peter was disabled, but he wasn't disable the whole time, he caught an infection when we were in the tunnels that resulted in him becoming practically mute save for some sounds. He broke his foot when were were homeless in London after Ector died, we couldn't afford to hire anyone who knew how to fix it. Eventually, it had healed in place, and the physician said he was better off with the hobble than rebreaking it." He explained. He didn't even know if that made sense, but the prince was dead set on that tidbit.

"let me get this straight," Matthew spoke up for the first time in a few minutes. "You met Peter in London, found out he was your brother, lived on the streets, he broke his foot and was left with a hobble, you were drove into the tunnels where Peter caught an infection making him a mute?" Arthur swore under his breath, it didn't sound very realistic when he put it that way.

"Yeah, pretty much." Arthur shrugged the discomfort off. "Also," Now this was the tricky part of the story. "I left the tunnels well before Peter and made it home to Lancashire." he said quickly, and he quickly elaborated once flashes of confusion crossed their faces. "I left the tunnels 6 months before Peter had been taken out, and I returned two months before I met Alfred for the first time." Matthew scowled, but Arthur explained. "I went to my father and begged him to do something, what was going on in the tunnels was awful, and we needed the Americans to leave. With what little resources he had left, he contacted the remnants of my father's group and told them to anonymously leave the King of America a letter with some ... negotiations."

"What negotiations?" Chancy interrupted.

"My hand in marriage," The brit said meekly. "It sorta made sense. I was the prince of England and having me married into the American royal family will allow the U.S to develop a sphere of influence in Britain while also having my people liberated. Uh... a few months went by and we had finally received a letter from the king, stating that he wanted to see me first before he said anything else."

"You were in contact with my father?" Matthew asked in a daze. The brit nodded, not sure else what to do.

"Yes, and the letter had specific instructions. Two soldiers would pick me up from the tunnels and transport me to his fortress where he'd meet me there. He didn't give a date, but just to be safe, I left the day I received the letter." He paused. "... Then, once in the tunnels, I found Peter, gave him some food I had brought along with me, and we waited. He was so angry when he saw me, he thought that I had abandoned him, so I told him everything, every last detail about the plan. I needed him to believe me." he mumbled.

"Eventually, they came, and Peter and I were separated. My escorts were Dennis and Kevin, and they were going to take me to the king... at least that's what I thought. I overheard at night when they thought I was sleeping, they were actually planning on delivering me to the rebel group itself, not the king. That's when I knew something was off, so I left that morning, right under their noses."

"What about Peter?" Matthew asked, and Arthur nodded.

"I was just getting to that. I ran into a beaten American knight and I helped him. When he told me he was Prince Alfred Jones, I knew I had to keep him alive as long as possible, the fate of England depended on him." he sighed a little bit. "He was also my ticket to meet his father, so he could quickly arrange our marriage, but when we got there, he was dead, everyone was dead. Then everything made sense. The people my father got to send the letter betrayed us, killed the Americans, and were planning on taking me myself. At the time I didn't know why they would want me, but I knew they did." That's pretty much it really. Matthew growled angrily.

"So what you're saying is that you lied the whole time." Arthur flinched back at the harsh tone.

"No! Not the whole time..." he looked up for the first time to a pair of very red eyes, Matthew was on the brink of tears. "After a few days of staying in the fortress I came clean to Alfred, and we had this really big argument. Matthew, do you remember the time I fell into that coma because I was outside at night and caught pneumonia or something? I was outside because I had told him the truth and he got so angry at me that I... panicked. I left in pursuit of my adoptive father, but I collapsed in the snow." Matthew eyed his brother in shock, a sneer on his face.

"Why didn't you tell us earlier!?" He barked, and the prince flinched. He was dozing off and the sudden yell snapped him back to attention.

"Uhh, what part of story are you...?" He asked, confused. "I don't speak french Mattie..." he chuckled nervously.

"The part when you found him in the middle of the forest at night, barely clinging to life." Matthew sighed, holding his head. "Arthur..." He started, and the brit held his breath. "Why are you telling us this?" He asked this in english, and Arthur resorted to french.

"Because you're my friends and I love you guys." He offered. Chancy said a silent prayer before nodding his head, Matthew slowly nodding too.

"You're right, you are our best friend, and I wish you didn't lie, but I understand why you did." He said slowly, rubbing at his eyes. "But do you understand the trouble you are in now? You mated a few days ago without my mother's consent."

"We have dad's permission." Alfred said, and Matthew frowned.

"No you don't." He deadpanned.

"Yeah, I do. A letter was found on his person addressing the matter, stating that he couldn't force either of his kids to marry, so if Arthur could convince either of us to marry him, that'll be fine by him. Of course there were some details I skimmed over, but that was the jist of it." He explained, and Matthew furrowed his brows.

"Where is it?" Alfred paused for a moment, hand on his chin, deep in thought before gasping in panic. He looked around rapidly before pausing, laughing at himself.

"I got scared for a second because I forgot where it was. John has it. He's been keeping it on his person because he said I can't be trusted with it." Arthur frowned. Alfred hadn't told John about the change in plan, and John definitely didn't know about a letter. How was he supposed to present this evidence? The brit found himself sweating, that idiot could have at least waited for tomorrow to add that random part in.

'You still need witnesses" Matthew said, but soon after he shrugged. "I can say I was there when you mated. Francis will too, and John the harold." He smiled, all the tension leaving his features. Arthur hummed softly to himself, clutching his stomach. He was awfully bloated, he wondered if he still had some semen inside of his body. He blushed at the thought. He never really took a moment to appreciate his heat. As if on cue... "Speaking of you mating," Matthew changed the subject. Alfred instantly groaned.

"Can you not, Matt? Please?"

"How was my brother in bed?" The brit glanced at his mate and laughed at the cute blush that spread across his face. "I heard he was a kitty killer in bed, but since you're a man, the hole was different." Arthur laughed at his mate's embarrassment. Matthew blew him a kiss before switching to french. "How good was he?" Arthur made brief eye contact with Chancy before answering.

"He was really good actually... " He said in english, smiling at the irritated look on the other's face. "But by the third day he was a little rough and I swore my body was breaking." He confessed in French, looking at his hands. He felt as if he was betraying his mate, even though it was a little gossip. Chancy nodded.

"Is it an American thing to tug on hair?" He asked, running his hands through his hair. "Davie pulled on my hair a lot, and it really hurt." he frowned at the memory. Both Arthur and Matthew hummed before shaking their heads.

"Francis pulled my hair." Matthew said.

"Alfred didn't pull mine." Arthur responded. Chancy shrugged, still playing with his hair. "He did squeeze a lot though." he added. Chancy looked up for a second before nodding.

"Like your butt, thighs and neck? Yeah, Davie did that a lot too." Matthew and Arthur stared at each other for a moment. Neck?

"Uhh, butt and thigh yeah." Arthur started.

"Neck? No" Matthew finished. Chancy bit his lip, a little confused.

"Oh... so why... is it a kink?" He let down his pony tail, shaking his head so his hair would fall at his shoulders. "He really liked it when I scraped my nails down his back." He wiggled his fingers for emphasis, the male having sizeable nails. "He would also bite me often, and not just on my neck, once he bit my chest so hard I screamed and I hit him." The conversation was turning into one he didn't really want to pursue, but Matthew was adamant knowing.

"What did he do when you hit him?" Matthew asked, and Chancy thought for a moment before blushing, shaking his head, refusing to answer. "Pleaseee.. come on, we'll tell you everything you want to know about our sex lives." Arthur hummed at that, not really sure if he was speaking for the both of them. Finally, after a little more pressing, Chancy spilled.

"He..." he voice cracked as his face got red, resorting to looking out the window. "He just... thrusted faster... and harder. I was angry, so I kept hitting him, but he just kept going. Eventually it stopped feeling good and it just hurt... so I started to cry. When he noticed he stopped and asked me what was wrong... I slapped him a few times before I told him, and he apologized. Then we continued where we left off." He explained. Arthur racked his mind for any similar experiences, and one came to mind.

"Yeah, Alfred did something like that once. I was..." he paused, a blush spreading across his own face. "pleasuring him with my mouth when he just started thrusting out of nowhere." Matthew laughed, but Arthur continued. "I was trying to pull away, but he was literally holding my head to his... yeah, and I swore I thought i was going to die or worse, vomit on it. I swear, I was furious when he was finished, I buried myself in the sheets for an hour, I wouldn't even let him touch." Chancy bit his lip, looking down at his hands. "What is it?" The frenchman looked up, shaking his head before sighing heavily.

"I did the same thing to Davie, but then he used it a justification for... uhh" he looked away, out of the window.

"Don't leave us hanging!" Matthew hooted.

"He tied a ribbon around me and wouldn't let me finish until he told me too..." Arthur gasped. What? That's a little extreme isn't it? "No, no, no!" The frenchman said quickly shaking his head. "It was fine... I said it was okay and he would stop in the middle of it to ask me if I really wanted to stop and all that. He... well, we... were kinda in character." he explained, and Arthur tilted his head.

"Like roleplay?" Matthew asked. Chancy nodded. "Oh, well okay then. For a second I thought Davie was a sadist." Chancy shrugged.

"He sorta is, but he doesn't really want to hurt me. He likes it really rough." He rubbed his eyes, yawning dramatically. "I should get some rest, it's getting late.' he said suddenly, putting his hair once again in a pony tail.

"Wait," Matthew started, but he hesitated, which was weird for Matthew. After a long pause, he continued. "Don't get mad or anything, but I still can't get it out of my mind. Remember that time when we were shopping in New York, and you got angry and stormed off after we asked you about an argument you had with Davie. What was that argument?" Arthur nodded. He wanted to know too, it was odd for anything to get under Chancy's skin. Whatever it was must have really pissed him off. The ice blonde didn't look very amused at the question and scowled. However, a second later he sighed heavily.

"We were talking about what we were going to do once we reached the capitol. He was telling me all about his parents and what they did, and how much they would like me and Geoffrey. I liked talking about the future with him, and I still do, but then he starts bringing up the fact that he wants a big family, and I'm open to producing children, but I don't want a coven of little Lafayette- O'Donoghues running around though. We had a little back and forth about it, and then he said something along the lines that I won't be doing anything else worthwhile so why don't I just do my duty and raise our kids." He rubbed his temples.

"That's it?" Matthew asked, but Arthur understood. As an omega he could see how that could be offensive, especially directed at one as established as Chancy.

"I just... I guess the way he phrased it triggered me, and in the military, as an omega I got that a lot. As a way to silence people who brought up my omega status, I hit them real hard, just once, across the face. When he said that my hand just moved by itself, it's like a reflex when someone disrespects me. I apologized of course, and I explained why it happened. He hasn't said anything like that since, he just finds new ways to upset me." He sighed, twirling his hair. "He's perfect, and I'm so happy I could die, but... I feel like my world is ending whenever he tells me 'no'." Arthur narrowed his eyes at the other. He can't even count how many times Alfred had told him no, and he can count on two hands how many times he had said yes.

"Spoiled much?" Matthew chimed in, and Chancy pouted. "I mean, Francis isn't strict at all, but I hear no's often. You can't have everything you want." Wise words. Chancy groaned.

"Davie said that the first time actually, but then I started to cry, so he slept with me that night." He smiled at the memory, and Arthur shook his head. That's extortion. "However, I think Francis told him to stop because the last three times I cried for something, he scolded me and called me a brat. Then he started bringing up how I'm supposed to be the toughest person he knows, the most sound, etc. Then I cried harder, but he still wouldn't cuddle me, and his excuse was dumb. 'You have a broken rib' he said... So! It hardly even hurt and all I wanted to do was be as close to him as possible. Like, I wasn't asking for sex, so there really shouldn't have been a problem."

"Wow," Arthur mumbled. "Davie really has his hands full." Chancy shrugged.

"I do my part too. I can listen to him talk about flowers for hours at a time. He's cute when he talks about flowers because he gets excited. He reminds me a lot like Geoffrey when he gets excited." He sighed sadly. The baby was with Davie on the steamship and they wouldn't see each other for at least a week. "I hope he's feeding him well, and keeping him safe. I swear if I find a single scratch on him I'll-"

"He'll be fine, Davie won't let anything happen to him." Arthur assured and Chancy nodded, a soft smile gracing his lips.

4 days later...

"Arthur I know what I'm talking about, we're not staying long..." He mumbled into his mate's ear. The brit tensed up, opening his mouth to say something, but the prince hushed him. "Don't say a word, it's not safe for you here." he warned. He allowed the cheering crowds to yell his name and happily chant their loyalty to the crown. Alfred wore a bright smile and his crown sparkled in the afternoon as he waved to the people in the small secluded town. He was internally screaming however, the smaller the town the more... problematic. Arthur sat uncomfortable, biting his lip; he was scared now, he had scared him. "We'll just stop for a few hours to get some supplies. Just stay by me, and you should be alright." The small blonde nodded.

"Ok." He whispered, clutching Alfred's sleeve. The American felt bad, but he knew something of this sort would happen eventually. New York was okay with the british now, they're more likely to attack an Irish man than a brit. However out here, closer to the south, it was a lot more dangerous for a lot more different kinds of people. If Arthur says a word, he might be harrassed, and yeah Alfred knew he could handle 3 or 4 people at a time, but he couldn't handle a mob. The carriage stopped on the side of a dirt road, crowds of people gathering around, wanting to see the prince and meet his mate. Alfred glanced over at Arthur, happy to see that he didn't look too scared, only a little nervous and that would be normal when facing crowds of people. The crowd would interpret it as being bashful.

"Let's go." He said once the door swung open, a pathway being cleared as women's cries filled the air. Alfred steped out first, allowing the people to yell and throw flowers at him. After a moment he held out his arm, signalling for the brit to step out. The smaller blonde wore a beautiful lavender dress he had picked out in New York. The dress had a Bertha neckline, meaning both shoulders and neck were revealed, stopping about an inch and a half below his collar bone. He, at the insistance of John and Matthew, wore a boning corset, an undergarmet that sinched his waist in a little. It would have made his waist look smaller, but Alfred, once John and his brother had gone, unlaced his corset until half of it was undone. Arthur's sleeves were a dark purple, and the engageantes he wore underneath them were made of lavender lace. The sleeves were like miniature drapes on his upperarms. His silhouette was a light purple with a dark purple drapes, forcing Alfred to walk about 2 feet away from the brit. Underneath his skirt was a crinoline that gave him a wasp behind. Alfred was completely against it, but John insisted that he wear it, that towns like this want to see a feminine omega, Otherwise, they would raise questions.

They linked elbows and walked through the parted crowd, entering the only government building in the county. It was a court house, and the officials inside stood up as the prince and company walked inside, th mayor rushing to great the prince. Before the middle aged man could reach though, Chancy dressed in his 2nd command getup stepped in front of the prince, hand on the hilt of his sword, pulling it out slightly. "It's fine," Alfred stated, but the blonde didn't move. That's when he remembered the guy couldn't speak English. Arthur stepped in, speaking in french. Chancy withdrew instantly, bowing in apology to the mayor.

"Oh no, no!" The mayor cried, hand stuck out for a handshake. Chancy stared at it for a moment before stepping back in line, away from the man. The mayor retracted his hand, released a nervous chuckled before approaching Alfred. He bowed respectfully before speaking. "It's a pleasure to meet you, your highness. My name is Marcus Thompson and I'm the mayor of this town." Alfred smiled warmly, though he got an unpleasant feeling from the other. He had dark hair and brown eyes, and he was a little shorter than Alfred, maybe 5"11'. He wore a suit, and his black hair was greased back. He had a faint mustache, which put the prince off, but his presence was faint, not a real threat.

"Likewise."