Author's Notes: Before I say anything I would love to thank you all for allowing this story to reach 100+ reviews! However, I am sending a special shout out to Sarpndo who, not only reviewed every chapter, but was also my 100th reviewer! For that, I am forever greatful. Now, I know I have not been updating as much as I used to, and I am only updating because I am sick with the flu. Good thing: update. Bad thing: flu. So...yeah, don't except this chapter to be amazing and what not. Because it isn't. At all. Wow, thank you thank you thank you for everything you amazing reviewers~ Character introductions! Yeah! But no Yao this chapter. Or the brothers :/ Also, this story is definitely winding down. Or I am going to force it to wind down because I have so many other stories and ideas and URG...Enjoy, I suppose.

Warnings: It's so bad you might catch my flu

Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia or cardverse.

********************I changed the ending of the last chapter, and this chapter will not make any sense unless you read the updated chapter sorry :(********************

Alfred jolted up and lurched toward the man, sword in hand. The former King held the jewel encrusted sword up to mysterious man's pale throat. "Come any closer and I'll slice your head off," he said with harsh tone that his Queen had never witnessed before. Even when the two had first met, or even when he confronted Arthur about lying to him, Alfred had never expressed such wrath and ferocity. It seemed as if he was possessed, but (oddly enough) he was not.

The blond man cackled, virtually mocking the irritated royals. His hair was messily arranged in an obnoxious sort of way, as to match his boisterous personality. His face was fairly square as his jaw was quite pronounced, probably from all of his loud schmoozing, while his eyes were a shade of blue only visible on clear summer midafternoons. In addition, his clothes were heavily armored, something that made him appear distrustful.

Instead of lunging towards the ex-royals, as they anticipated, he held up his hands in a sign of surrender. "I'm not here to kill you. I'm on your side," he stated with an odd accent neither Arthur nor Alfred were accustomed to.

The former Queen snorted from behind Alfred. "And why should we believe you?"

The man knelt down, one knee sinking into the damp soil, as he explained desperately "Please, your majesties. You cannot fathom the terror Spaded is about to descend into if you do not return to the throne."

"What do you mean?" Alfred asked skeptically, the jewel encrusted sword albeit pointed at the accented man.

Four more men appeared from the same bushes, all flaunting a different shade of blond hair and heavily armored outfits. "Mathias?" one of the men called, dull violet eyes carrying a concealed apprehension. His voice shook as he rushed over to comfort the kneeling blond, assumed to be named Mathias.

"Kneel," Alfred gritted firmly.

The others quickly complied with a startled look masking their multi-colored eyes.

"State you names and your cause."

"I am Mathias, of northern Spades along with my four consorts: Lukas, Emil, Tino and Berwald," he stated as each consort to his group lowered their heads respectively.

"We have searched for you so we can help you," Tino explained bravely. Tino was quite short compared to the others, granted the others outstretched two meters. His hair was a golden shade of yellow with contrasting cerulean stone-like eyes, although they seemed to be more concerned with one of the other members in the clan than the royals.

"It is the new royalty," Berwald explained stoically. He was, without a doubt, the tallest amongst the five, even without his tall black boots. His hair was the same shade of blond as Tino while his eyes were a midnight blue. His eyes, as well, were looming greedily towards Tino.

"They plan to attack the Joker Kingdom," Lukas deadpanned. Lukas, unlike the rest of the five, was far harder to read. His emotions were, undoubtedly, hidden behind amethyst eyed and light haired façade. However, it was moderately recognizable that he had a soft spot for Mathias.

"What!?" Arthur gritted through his clenched white teeth.

Alfred clutched the hilt of his sword harder. "How do you know this!?" he spat austerely.

"It was in their coronation speech, your highness," Mathias began, breathing heavily and his eyes focused on the marshy ground beneath him. For one of such big talk, he was quite week when it came down to it. "They said that they would declare war as vengeance for your deaths."

"This cannot be happening," Arthur exhaled. He rubbed his forehead with his thumb and pointer finger. "Our Kingdom will perish."

"Not to fret, your majesties. There is a meeting of the Kings planned for this week," Emil said. Appearance wise, Emil and Lukas were not all that different – the two shared the same light features, round face and midnight eyes – and one could argue that they were related, if not brothers. Although the same could not be said about their attitude. While Lukas was far more reserved, Emil seemed to be more impulsive, but that was all one could gather from the accented man.

"Not to fret!?" Arthur asked in a sardonic tone. "How could I not when the others will be forced against their wills to agree with my brothers' plan?"

"Because we have a plan," Mathias said swelling with pride.

"Oh, please do continue," Arthur said almost amused with the entire fiasco. "There is no plausible way we could come within kilometers of the castle without being captured. There are probably guards hiding in the outskirts-"

"Wait," Lukas explained. "I think Arthur is coming onto an epiphany."

Alfred crinkled his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that maybe you should get captured."

"What!?" Arthur gritted angrily.

Before he could refute, Emil chimed in and said "what Lukas means is that if we pretend to capture you on the day of the meeting of the Kings, then there will be no point in going to war, since you are alive."

"There is no way we could win against them, though," Alfred explained dejectedly, his gaze falling into his hands and his sword returned to its sheath. "We are not strong enough."

"What do you mean?" Emil asked skeptically.

"They possess magic, even stronger than my own," Arthur began.

"I could train you," Lukas suggested.

"Eh? Lukas, since when could you perform magic?" Mathias asked.

"Always," Lukas stated nonchalantly and gave a small shrug.

Arthur's thin lips pursed together. "And how do we know this is not just a ploy to get us captured? Do not think for one second that we are unfazed by my brother's schemes."

Alfred put a hand on his husband's shoulder. "I think I believe them."

"What!?" Arthur shouted in a hushed tone.

The ex-King shrugged. "I dunno. It's worth a try though. It's not like we have any better ideas."

"I suppose we will go along with whatever you have planned," Arthur huffed with a roll of his eyes.

"Thank you, your highness."

To Be Continued...