Hi there. Okay, so… this is my… counts… fourth Gundam Wing fic? Actually, it's my fourth fic ever… So be nice ;;.. I'm not sure where the idea for this one came from.. It popped up after I watched Alien vs. Predator……….I have NO idea…okay, so… For the lack of inspiration, I'm just gonna say that Duo's from Sanq, and Heero's from Nihon. Okay? Okay..

Pairings: 1+2… eventual 1x2x1
Warnings: Shounen ai/yaoi, fluff, AU, OOC-ish? Perhaps a tad bit of humor if I get in the mood... maybe more, I dunno.
Disclaimers: Do I even need to write this part? If I owned GW, I wouldn't be writing fanfics for it.

On to the yumminess!

The Betrothal, Part I — By: Black Amethyst

Duo sat, seemingly calm, in the plush velvet chair of his father's private office. His form was rigid; his face was turned down with his fringe of bangs effectively covering his face. His hands lay clenched into fists in his lap—knuckles getting whiter by the second. Tumults of emotion were raging within him. The strongest of which was roiling in a hot, fiery mass in the pit of his leaden stomach. With each passing moment the heat rose until it came to a point where he felt he would explode. And explode he did.

"NO! No fucking way in hell! I won't do it!"

Duo turned on his heel and marched out of the room, slamming the door as an afterthought in his rage. The king sighed despondently, rubbing his temples in agitation. That hadn't gone at all as well as he'd hoped it would. Although, he hadn't expected his son to accept the proposal quietly, either.

Yes, proposal.

A decade ago, a contamination of the water supply resulted in a severe drought and a shortage of harvested crops. Families turned on friends in the battle for food and many died from the shortage. Nations accused one another of withholding goods from other countries in need. The arguments sparked rivalries between the nobles, which in turn led to their respective nations becoming involved in the row. Battles were fought and many lives lost over many years in the name of acquiring and distributing food that didn't exist. The long era of war had just ended, and the battlefield had left its scars on the friendship of two of the most powerful kingdoms in the land. The lands of the Proud Yuy family of Nihon and the Maxwell family of Sanq had always been close friends and allies. However, the war had left their relationship on shaky ground. Neither monarch wanted their relationship with the other to crumble and fall into hatred, so an idea was brought forth to bring their two families together.

A marriage.

A bonding of the two families would surely reinforce the ties of friendship that the bloody past had tempered, or so they thought. However, there was one problem with the idea: the lack of available female relatives. King Mortimer(1) Maxwell had two sons and no daughters, and his only niece had wed a few years earlier. King Kenji Yuy also had only two sons and no daughters or nieces. The suggestion of their two sons being wed at first shocked the ruler of Sanq. It took much persuasion to finally get him to agree to it. Now, sitting in his library with a horrible pulsing in his skull, he wished he'd not have given in so easily.

He leaned back in his chair and sighed. Rubbing his face with one hand, he reached for his com link with the other.

"Lynda," he groaned through his hand.

"Yes, sire?" Came the sweet, melodical voice of his secretary.

"I need to speak with Kenji."

"Right away, my lord."

Heero stared at his father with cold, unfeeling eyes.

"You did what?" he hissed between clenched teeth.

"Really now, Heero," his father said while brushing a stray lock of hair out of his face. "I really didn't think you'd be so upset. Given your…" he frowned as he searched for the word. "…preferences."

Heero stood abruptly, the suddenness of his movement causing his chair to topple backwards. His eyes narrowed dangerously.

"It's not so much as my preferences," he began softly, his voice rising with each syllable. "As it is that you did it without my consent! How could you go behind my back like that!"

He stormed out of the room, knocking aside any unfortunate objects that happened to be in his path as he went. He stopped at the door and turned back to his father with rage evident in his eyes.

"You betrayed my trust, father."

He disappeared behind the slammed door of his father's bedchamber. Kenji hung his head in his hands. He had really expected that to go better.

A beeping coming from his desk shook him from his disappointment. Growling to himself, he made his way over to it and clicked on the vid-link.

"Yes?" He said as the face of some random guard stared back at him.

"My lord," she began and bowed her head respectively. "His Highness King Mortimer is on the line. He requests to speak with you."

Kenji huffed in agitation. "Very well, put him through."

"Yes, sire," the guard bowed again and the screen flared to static for a moment before the face of his friend lit up the screen.

"Kenji!" Mortimer cried jovially. The grinning face of his friend forced a grin out of him.

"Hello, Morte," the words fell from his mouth a little unenthusiastically despite his grin.

"Ouch, just told your kid, huh?" the Sanq monarch said with a sympathetic smile

"Yes, you?"

"Yeah."

"And how'd he take it?"

"Could've been better," he sighed. "Yours?"

"Same."

Silence reigned for a few moments before Kenji pushed on.

"He says I betrayed him," he muttered under his breath. He looked up at the vid screen to see the other man busily trying to balance a pencil on his nose. He looked ridiculous, with his eyes crossed and staring intently at the pencil as though he could will it to be still.

"Meh, well," he replied when the pencil fell off. "My kid cussed me out pretty good for it."

Yuy's face drew into a sharp frown. "You allow such behavior?"

"Normally, no. I let it slide because I know that he needed to vent."

"I see."

Again the conversation fell into silence until it was pierced by a faint voice on the opposite end of the line.

"Ah, I have to go, the missus is calling," Mortimer said grinning.

"Alright, I'll see you next week I suppose."

"Yeah, until then! Bye!"

"Bye."

Kenji severed the link and sat down heavily in his chair.

This was going to be one hellacious week.

1. Okay... I wanted to tie in the whole 'death' thing with Duo's family. Mortimer short is Mort, and 'morte' is French for 'death'…. For anyone who didn't catch that ...

Uhm, okay, so that was Part I... I'm sorry that it was so short. I know that when we think kings and queens, most of us tend to think Middle Ages. I like that too, every now and again, but futuristic monarchies are cool, too. oo... Please tell me what you think. Love it? Hate it? Please review and give me something to go on. I'm a newbie writer, so go easy on me. Oh, I probably won't update for a while. But I will try! … Don't.kill.me.