...this is a Plot (TM) chapter - this is why it's 5k words. OOPS

also everyone has the basic right to murder me after last chapter - but pls wait until after this chap ;)

/ dodges pitchforks

as always, i do not own the selection nor hetalia. these belong to kiera cass and himaruya hidekaz respectively.

Arthur folded the trunk of his blue suitcase – palace provided, naturally. It was the day after New Years, and with everything else that had been whirling around his mind he knew he'd be sitting in a daze without Anna helping him.

Letting his fingers graze over the tulle of the dress he wore yesterday, he let his memories drift back to the romantic evening that he and Alfred had shared. Wanting to have his New Years kiss with him…it seemed to be a sentiment they both had. Arthur hugged himself tightly, allowing himself to be lost in the thoughts of him. With the words that they had exchanged, he was sure it was a proposal, but he hadn't seen Alfred since.

To be fair to him, they were both escorted back to their rooms. Arthur had tried his best to stay at his side, but unfortunately a queen had priority over a crown prince and he was whisked away.

"Sir Arthur, is this enough?" Anna asked, handing him one more scarf. "No, kid, don't stuff it in your suitcase. You can't wear it; I suppose it'll be cold outside. I'm not sure why the Queen of Hearts would call for you – do you know them?"

"Yes, I do, they were my roommate at the holding facility." Arthur said, sounding a little exasperated. His barbed tongue was enough to make her wince.

"I'm sorry, Anna, I...just have a lot of things on my mind."

His maid tilted her head with a hint of concern. As a matter of fact, she seemed…almost disappointed. "What happened?"

"Last night, Arthur said, his tone cautious as to not worry her. "As you know, the crown prince and I spent some time together last night, and it ended…"

"Badly?"

"No, no! Well, yes, but he was very romantic and it wasn't anything to do with him. I…near the end of the evening, he looked like he – he was saying some very passionate things, you know…"

"Passionate?" Anna said, arching an eyebrow. "Sir Arthur, you don't mean-"

"No, no, no!" Arthur said, hastily amending. "Not in that way! I'll just say that he was very sweet, and it seemed like almost a proposal."

"By the Fates," Anna gaped, "This sounds exactly like those cheesy stories where they keep the main characters in agony by ruining their lives in perfectly orchestrated fashion."

"I don't know…" Arthur said, trailing off. "Maybe the Fates, or some other being has something out for us. Never mind. But what it is, is the fact that I don't…I can't go without saying a word to him."

Anna looked troubled again, but a guard – the very same one that had burst in and interrupted him and Alfred's time together last night, interrupted her.

"Sir Arthur, are you ready? We'll have guards accompany you; there are several maids around the Hearts council I believe." An auburn haired guard informed him, then took the moment to check his watch. "Ah, seems like you'll have half an hour to be ready down at the foyer, so please use this time to tie up any loose ends."

"Thank you, sir," Arthur said. He already knew where to go.

Meanwhile, Alfred, feeling quite a bit fed up, shook his head and faced Yao again. Matthew wasn't here today as he was helping with the preparations; as he was friendly with Gilbert he had volunteered. Alfred suspected there was another motive, but since his brother was an Ace it was probably to show off how good Spades was as a host.

"Why can't I go with him?" Alfred asked, his face paling.

"Alfred," Yao said, sounding as if he'd heard this for the hundredth time whilst they were working – it was only twenty three – "You're a crown prince. There are other strings attached to you that Sir Arthur doesn't."

"There aren't any dangerous things over there," Alfred argued. "I can defend myself, you know that!"

"Of course I do, boy," Yao said serenely. He'd always gotten frustrated when he couldn't have what he wanted; when he was only a young Jack and both Alfred and Matthew's parents were alive, he'd used to admire how they'd managed to calm him down. Even though he had taken up the role of caretaker for both, it still occasionally intimidated him physically. Mentally, however, it wasn't as taxing… "But we're talking about a possible rebel attack. They're not near the border, but Fates knows what they can do. Nevertheless, we have to be cautious."

"But why is he allowed to go?"

"As I said, the council views that he nearly isn't as liable as you," Yao said flatly. "Additionally to that, we cannot refuse an invitation from the Queen of Hearts. And as a simple Jack, I cannot override that decision."

"Queen of…Hearts?" Alfred said, taking a moment. "He knows the queen personally?"

"I did ask Sir Arthur before he retired for the evening last night," Yao said. "Apparently they were very close and shared a room in the holding facilities. Now he's been crowned queen, Ludwig and Felci have allowed him to invite Arthur, I suppose."

"…but why not to the formal coronation?"

"It would be odd, since you said that the Deciding would be over." he reasoned. "I don't think the Hearts kingdom would want to embarrass you just in case you'd eliminate him. It would also be rather hurtful to Lady Emma and Sir Alfonso for him to be singled out by another royal in this way, and I am aware that is the last thing that you'd like to do."

"U…um, yeah, definitely." Alfred said. "I was kind of dreading the ending of the Deciding before we even started it."

"Oh? Why didn't you tell me, then?"

"I didn't want you to worry," Alfred affirmed.

"Alfred, little one, as your guardian that is my job," Yao said, patting him on the shoulder. "Well, now I'm interested. Go on."

"I'm not that little anymore…" Alfred said, but sounded rather self conscious nevertheless. "But, um, I wasn't sure that I could find someone that I truly loved here. And now that I've found them, I…was really scared that they wouldn't want to be queen."

"Let's see it as it is now – he clearly cares for you." Yao said, bringing them back to the subject. "But yes, I'll help you set up a formal process we can do to end it soon. For now, however, he doesn't have as much responsibility riding on his shoulders."

"Not yet, anyway," Alfred muttered, blushing a little. Last night's opportunity was perfect, and Arthur seemed to love it – in that moment, he knew that they felt the same. And of course it had to be interrupted.

"Oh?" Yao asked, looking up from his port. "Was that what you were so frustrated about the other night – last night? A proposal?"

"Ye…yeah," Alfred said, faintly embarrassed. "You know about the Broadcast, and ending it…"

"The proposals are usually televised, are they not?" Yao said, a small smile on his face. If the usually cocky and brash Alfred was embarrassed by something like this, it usually meant a sweet proposal.

His boy was finally growing up.

"Yeah, I know…but I wanted us to have something special just for ourselves. Artie – Arthur likes stuff to be private with us, and I wanted to do it for him. But I've gone and ruined my fuckin' chance."

"Alfred," Yao chided, but his tone wasn't really sharp. "Even though I'm all right with you not using formal language, you should really keep your swearing to a minimum."

Alfred grumbled, but apologised anyway.

"However," Yao continued, "If Arthur truly loves you, it won't matter. In fact, I could possibly give you special permission to speak to him before he leaves at two for the train to Hearts."

Alfred's eyes lit up like little twin stars, and Yao stifled a laugh. My, young love had made him like some overzealous pup. It was reassuring to know that he'd never really changed.

"C-Could I?"

"Be back before five," Yao chuckled, turning back to his paperwork as Alfred thundered out of the room. At least it gave him more time to think about what was really going on in Cards as of present.

Katya folded over the cloth of her robes carefully, trying her best to avoid the creases on her outfit. Across her, Gilbert sat anxiously, his pale lips pressed together.

"Gilbe, dear, surely you must know this is treason," she said softly, reaching for a cup of her tea. "You know what happened last time that a Joker and an Ace entered a relationship."

"I do," Gilbert said, deflating as all semblance of smirks or grins fell from his face. "Trust me, Katja, I do."

"You would be considered bias towards Spades," she said. "I worry that they would dismiss you from your position."

"What?" Gilbert blurted, panicked. "But wouldn't that mean death? It is the only way Jokers can be destroyed."

"If they see fit." Katya said. "But tell me, Gilbe…how long have you and Matthew been romantically interested in each other?"

"…can I have some water, please?" he said, after a moment. Since he wasn't in Diamonds, he had no way of performing magic without special permission.

Katya nodded, and lifted her robe off of her tail, the magically built nullifier activating with a burst of invisible magic that they both felt. For actual combat, it was covered and therefore not in use, but for tiny tasks she preferred to use it just in case of some horrible effect.

Holding out another teacup she had in her left hand, she filled the cup with tea then put her hand in front of it. The liquid flickered in and out of existence. The cup itself started fading before the tea started turning completely clear, distorted to water.

"I hope it tastes all right. Spades do not ask too much of my services," Katya said, with a click of her fingers the cup had warped to Gilbert's hand. "So I do not perform too much."

"You speak like Ivan too much sometimes, it's not even funny," Gilbert said out loud, but quickly regained his composure to his partner. "I'm…I'm sorry, Katja, it looks pretty good."

"None taken, I was once of the region," she said softly. It was rather obvious that Gilbert did have a bad taste in his mouth for Ivan – although it was not as much as the one for the crown prince of Spades. "But back to topic, when did you start being in a relationship."

Putting away the cup in his lap, Gilbert took another deep breath. "His sixteenth birthday party."

"That would mean right after your brother's coronation," she said, her tone worried. "Oh, Gilbe, what have you done?"

"I couldn't help it," Gilbert said miserably. "But I just saw him, and the moments of friendship, of the way I couldn't take my eyes of him…we tried, I swear!"

"Did you…at least try to stop it?"

"I said, we did! I stayed away for months, trying to make him forget me. But it didn't work. We…I was too weak to fight against it."

"You can't," she said, sounding defeated. "You cannot fight against love." Katya repeated. "It is unstoppable. It ruins countries and ruins men in its wrath. Nothing can destroy it."

Gilbert held his head in his hands, his face burning with shame.

"I'm leaving for Hearts this afternoon," he rasped. "If there is anything you can do for me…give me and Matthew one more afternoon. Please, Katja!"

"I won't," she whispered, cupping her hands together. "I can't, Gilbe - it would only break your hearts. But I promise to give you two space. We will have to work this out after you come back from Hearts. Take him down here before you leave."

"…I love him, Katja," Gilbert sobbed, feeling tears gather at his eyes like dewdrops. "Endlessly. I can't let him get hurt. Please, when I am away…protect him the best you can? If anything happens regarding our relationship, let me take all the blame, all the flames. If anyone asks, it is me. I have done every fault, and he is completely innocent."

"…" Katya's face was frozen with defeat.

"Please!" he choked, running to her and sinking pathetically to his knees. "I would give my life for Matthew, and I have been like this for three years. If anyone deserves to be punished, it will be me. I cannot bear it if anyone harmed a single hair on his body."

"Gilbe, don't!" she wept, lifting him from his position. As she did, she realized that he had gotten thinner compared to the last time she had hugged him in greeting; suddenly his eyes seemed more sunken, more tired. He had been hurting for the boy that he could never love.

"I will protect Matthew however I can. I swear by the Fates."

"…Thank you," he choked, burying his face in her shoulder. She had been there when Ludwig could not, someone he could call and talk with, someone he could depend on when he was not enough. To know that Matthew would be safe…his heart was content.

"Go now," she urged, ruffling his hair in a fashion that she knew he liked. "You do not have much time left."

Matthew's pen quickly worked across the pages of the new piece of legislation he was studying. Ever since King Ivan's quick visit during the rebel attack, he had been planning out a new revision for the trading deal with Clubs. It was unfortunate that they did not have a Joker, but Queen Elizabeta was more than happy to work with him and he was relieved for her support. Nonetheless, it was hard to support the whole plan by his own…

All thoughts of oil or textiles rushed out of his head when he heard a knock on the door – it had to be Gilbert! With a cry of 'I'm coming!' he tilted up his large glasses and practically flew to the door and into Gilbert's arms.

"Gil," he cried with elation, burying himself in the Joker's shoulder with laughter, the same kind that sent Gilbert's chest rumbling and his fingers tangling in his own hair. "Gil!"

"Matthew," Gilbert sighed happily, raising Matthew's face to meet their eyes, violet to red. "Birdie."

"They said you were going to Hearts along with Arthur," he said, shaking his muss of golden hair. "I feared you wouldn't come see me!"

"Why wouldn't I?" Gilbert grinned, bashfully running his hand through his snow white locks. "I…Matthew, you've been the first and last thing on my mind."

"Oh, hush!" he gaped, turning scarlet. "Francis has been teaching you tricks!"

"Nah, Franny boy just thinks I'm trying to annoy the Jack of Clubs," Gilbert said casually, jumping up and floating, his tail flicking playfully.

"…Jack Roderich doesn't really deserve that treatment. Goodness knows what Queen Elizabeta would do to you if she found you taunting him again like with the last Meeting…"

"She's gonna clobber me, that's for sure," Gilbert said, but directed a wink at Matthew. "But hey. At least I get an excuse to go to the infirmary and accidentally get lost in your room."

"That's your absolute favourite excuse, and I won't let you use it any longer, Joker Gilbert!" Matthew sighed, but chuckled nonetheless. "Anyway. You better-"

Just then, the sound of a door slamming shut echoed around the hallways to the left. It was probably not as dramatic as Matthew felt it was – probably only a maid finishing with cleaning a guest room – but nevertheless, it instantly reminded him what sort of position they were. The way Gilbert was holding him, the way he himself was angled in such a way…

…It would be instantly suspicious.

"Gilbert…" Matthew said, detracting from his lover, a worried glance on his face. He felt Gilbert touch his arm, concerned, but he pulled him inside his room, watching for any intruders. He fixed his violet gaze firmly onto the corridor, but no one and nothing came out of it.

"Gilbert. Alfred's room is next door, and I just probably heard a maid moving in and out. If he comes in at any second, we…"

"You're right," he said tersely, but the touch on his arm trailed to his hand, linking it. "Hey. I know the place."

"Give me a moment." Matthew said, leading him into his room and into the study, where he took out the ring that he had been given months prior. Gilbert's expression lit up, bursting with happiness as Matthew untangled himself from him and slipped it on.

"I'm still wearing your Cross," he said teasingly, pinching his nose to bring him back to reality. "Now come on, Gil. I'm assuming you don't have much time?"

"Y…Yeah," Gilbert stuttered, red lighting up on his pale cheeks preoccupied with how the light reflected off the gem.

You dork, Matthew thought internally. You haven't changed a jot, despite everything.

I'm sorry, Birdie, Gilbert wracked in his head, watching his blissfully unaware fiancé. If I could protect you even more from the inevitable storm…I would.

"I can't believe you're going so soon, and to Hearts!" Alfonso exclaimed as soon as Arthur (with Emma in tow) had arrived in his room. "Come on, sit down, you two."

"I can't either," Emma said, but she didn't seem nearly as cheerful as she had compared to the past few days.

Maybe because it's of me, Arthur thought regretfully as they sat in a small circle in front of his small fireplace, something that he didn't have in his own room. Nevertheless, Alfonso didn't have his own balcony and neither did Emma, so it was sort of nice to spend time in each other's rooms since they were all so structurally different.

But that wasn't his main concern. Arthur quickly realised that he didn't want to lose his friends if he did win this Deciding, which the end did seem closer and closer. He couldn't imagine an environment with the loss of Alfonso's wisecracks and Emma's constant beam, which she seemed to have lost as the competition grew on. Arthur knew that Alfonso had a strong, resistant spirit behind that smile, but he was still concerned about Emma. For all he knew, she loved Alfred as much as he did. Putting himself in her shoes – he had been there for months but would not have to face it as reality – she might have to.

"So, do you know anyone in Hearts?" Emma asked, leaning forward on her legs, her lace skirt falling down to her shins. "Didn't Jack Yao say that there was going to be the actual thing after the wedding here?"

She used to sound so confident that it would be her wedding, Arthur thought internally, and by the look Alfonso exchanged with him it seemed that he thought the same. But now…

"Ah…I suppose that it's because I had a friend that went to the Hearts Deciding. I think it's because he's now queen."

"Woah!" Alfonso exclaimed, and Emma let out a gasp. "That's so cool! You've had friends in high places before it even started."

"I…I don't know, he hasn't had the time to mail me back…"

"Maybe it's because he has qu…queenly duties to take care of while he's there," Emma said, stuttering a little on the queen. Arthur felt that he knew why, but felt too guilty to let her know that he – and knowing Alfonso, him too – had caught on.

"Yep, that sounds about right to me," Alfonso said, touching her hand with his in a comforting gesture. "Man, that's so cool though. Will you tell us about him?"

"Um," Arthur said uncertainly. Now that he considered Alfonso to be one of his closest friends, it would be rather rude of him to say that Kiku had been his best friend ever since childhood. "Er, I've known him since I was a child. Since my family fell into bad fortunes, they managed to send me to a holding facility – goodness knows how I got in, but he was very impressive. He was astounding with magic from the moment I knew him."

"Imagine," Emma sighed, pushing back her brown hair. He noticed that it had grown out within the months they had been here, and she really looked like she had changed. "Finding it easy with magic."

"Hey, I'm just good with looking after horses," Alfonso joked. "Wonder why Alfred's kept me in this competition for so long? He's probably going to hire me as the stable hand the moment afterwards."

The three of them laughed, but Arthur internally kept that in his mind for a little. If the two of them were so resigned to leaving already…he didn't want them to feel bad, either.

"No, he's just keeping me around to make sure I won't blow up any more kitchens."

"Aww," Alfonso laughed, "Probably to make sure he can keep your strawberry tart addiction in check."

"It's not that bad, is it?" Arthur blurted, and the two of them shared a laugh.

Emma conjured up a smile, but internally she was absolutely crushed. She respected Arthur and all, but to know that he had been the one to steal Alfred's heart…

…it dismayed her so. And even the mysterious Fate that she had heard speak to her had disappeared, all those months ago. Where could she turn to now that wouldn't make her look desperate?

Alfred pelted down the corridor like he had last night, his heart rattling inside his ribcage as he knocked twice in quick succession and barely restrained himself from bursting into the door when Arthur's maid answered it.

"Hello, Your Highness," she said, the surprise in her tone palpable. "I suppose you're here to see Sir Arthur?"

"Uh, yeah, you'd be right!" Alfred grinned, bowing a little which made her stiffen a little in shock. She was supposed to be doing – no, not she, Arthur's maid Anna – it to him! But he didn't really care for customs at this point. Surely wanting to see someone so urgently was seen above the prince…but who cares.

"All right, now just give me one moment..." she said, pausing, before hollering at the top of her lungs an "Arthur!'

"Right – he's in the shower, Your Highness, if you'd excuse him…"

"Anna?" came Arthur's voice clear over the sound of rushing water. "Is there something you need?"

"No, no!" she said, keeping her tone cheerful as she spoke but still maintaining a good, loud volume. "Your sweetheart's come to send you off."

Alfred flushed darkly, but didn't correct her as he had tried to do on previous nights. She was right, and he had to treat Arthur as a sweetheart. Better than he was treating him right now.

"Uh, when Art - Sir Arthur comes out, could you give us some time alone? I'd really appreciate it…"

"Anything, Your Highness," she said, bowing a little. "Sir ARTHUR!" she hollered again, making Alfred wince a little. "I've got cleaning duty and left your clothes inside the bathroom like I've always done. Prince Alfred's going to make himself at home."

"Wait, I didn't mean-"

"Patience, my dear monarch," she said, daring painted on her lips. "He's been wanting this but not wanting to admit it."

Alfred could only watch her go in awe.

"No, it really means a lot to me that you've come over," Arthur said, folding out the crease of his pea coat. "After what happened last night…I'm so sorry that it happened. The interruption, I mean. The rest of the night was perfect, I assure you-"

"Hey, there's nothing to apologise for," Alfred grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. "If anything, I should be pissed at the general for interrupting."

"Don't fire him, he was simply doing his job." Arthur quickly affirmed. He didn't want someone to lose something else because of him…

"Hm? Oh, no, I won't, heh, of course not!" Alfred said. "I'd feel really bad. But now you're going…the heroic stuff I wanted to say kinda rushed out of my brain. I think I used all of it up yesterday…"

"I doubt it, love." Arthur snorted. "You'd come up with some romantic drivel no matter what."

"That's not a bad thing, right?" Alfred asked, smiling bashfully. "But, yeah. You're leaving for a bit."

"It's only one week. I'll be back home – in the castle, I mean - before you know it. For that time being on, I trust you to have a brain."

"Are you saying I don't?" Alfred spluttered in false indignation, but hugged Arthur tightly, tucking his head underneath his own. "Honestly, Artie, I'm going to miss you."

"Me, too," Arthur said, pausing for a moment before running a slender finger around his neck, curving around the shell of Alfred's ear and into his hair, hoisting himself higher so that they were eye to eye.

"Alfred."

"Arthur?"

"Can I ask you one question?" he asked, breath baited.

"S-Sure."

"What would you have said, last night?" he breathed. "If he hadn't come to interrupt us, if I weren't leaving tonight. Would you have ended the Deciding?"

Alfred swallowed, his mind casting back to the ring in his pocket. No, not now. Arthur would have so many things on his mind; a wedding proposal which he would have to come back to answer to would be doubly confusing.

But honesty. He had promised to Arthur, and Arthur had promised to honest with him as well, and not hold back.

"What would I have said?" he echoed, closing his eyes.

"I would…I would have asked you to, to, uh, marry me," he said, lip wobbling, half sobbing, half laughing.

I knew it, Arthur thought internally, but it didn't stop him from bursting into a smile and throwing his arms over Alfred's neck, causing them to topple over in the sofa they were on.

"Wha – Arthur?!" he spluttered, but Arthur wasn't done.

"You know what?" he whispered, joyful tears sparkling in his eyes.

"W-Wha?"

"I…I would have said yes," Arthur said, his eyes welling up. "Y-You asked me to be honest, and you're being honest now. But yes, you know I would."

Alfred exhaled once, gently touching Arthur's face with his hand before pulling him flush against his body, his lips seeking out what his eyes could not admire for themselves.

"I'm leaving." he said tenderly, his warm fingers pulling Alfred's face upright to face him again. "I must. At least, for now. Will you wait for me?"

"You've waited for me for longer," Alfred insisted, propping himself on top of Arthur, elbows on both sides of him and dog tags swinging from his neck. "I'll wait for longer if you need me to, princess."

"I, um, think I'll surely be ready by the time I'm back from Hearts." Arthur affirmed, winding his fingers in Alfred's tie. "But yes, that's all I need from you now. Please, look after yourself."

"I promise – and say hi to that friend of yours, yeah?" Alfred said, gently untangling himself from their embrace. "Right, I'll escort you down where they'd probably be missing you, although not as much as I would."

Arthur nodded, feeling a little embarrassed at his rather patchy flirting, but privately didn't complain as Alfred scooped up his two luggages with ease and followed him like an overly devoted butler.

"Are you sure you'll be OK?"

"Yes, love, I'll be fine," Arthur affirmed for what felt like the thousandth time. He had just said his goodbyes to Emma and Alfonso for awhile, and tried his best to cheer up her (Alfonso had joined in, thank Fates he could still count on him), and she had left a little more cheerful.

He had waved Matthew goodbye, secretly promised that he'd look after Gilbert – who had already gotten in a carriage of his own and left a little earlier due to security reasons – and thanked Yao for his care so far. Naturally, though, Alfred had asked them to give the pair a quiet moment, and so he was there, cossetting him right before he left. Typical of the idiot…

"I - I just, you know how proposals are televised, right before the official announcement?" Alfred blurted, but kept his voice quiet just in case some nosey person burst in.

"Do you…now?

"…? No, no! It's not going to be romantic at all, heh."

"I believe New Years Eve was rather romantic, Alfred." Arthur said, but hugged him, sensing that the biting winter chill had gotten a little less cold with him at his side. "Nevertheless. I know you'll do your best, no matter what."

"And you too," Alfred declared. Unbeknownst to Arthur, his heart was hammering at his chest like a blacksmith's on an anvil. Decisively, he pulled Arthur towards him, pressing his lips close to the other boy's ear.

"You always do your best for me. And that's why I love you."

…I've waited too long. I need you to know that, just in case something happens.

Arthur's hear seemed to stop beating at that moment, turning around to respond but Alfred had dropped his hand, burning red ears barely visible against the dark brown of his fur coat, leaving him at the steps of the carriage.

"You-" Arthur gaped, but Alfred only offered back a grin and nodded, acting like he hadn't said something that was as far fetched as that, Fates it had been so long – the idiot just walked away? Like it was nothing? Excuse me-

And did he just say he loved me?!

Arthur boarded the carriage and nodded dumbly when a porter offered to take his luggage, looking at Alfred who was standing dopily at the front of the golden gates, watching him as well.

The door shut and the carriage lurched, and Alfred mouthed something to him before Arthur pressed his hand up to the glass. He could only hope that his gaze – nothing else he could do physically could get across his emotions – was enough to tell Alfred that he loved him, too.

Emma buried her face in her knees, weeping for all that had been lost between her and Alfred. Next to her, Alfonso gently patted her in the back, but looked sadly outside the window.

"This is where it ends...huh," he said quietly to himself, his breath choking.

I thought I had a chance…

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