Hey guys, I feel a little sick while I'm writing this, and I think I'm gonna go with angst.

Alfred's POV

4 hours later...

The police came shortly after to take statements, the chief of police not being too stoked to see his majesty and company in the middle of all of the confusion. Now the prince was still arguing with the officer, hours after the body was taken away and the other officers left.

"Your majesty, please, I do very well believe this fine city will need royal assistance. Two attacks within 5 hours! Prince Alfred Jones, I implore you, please reconsider, send New York a militia." He was a short, stout, tubby man with pale skin and tan freckles. His short dark greasy hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, and is dark brown suit had a little mud on it. Alfred bit his tongue. He admits that if this were any other occasion, he wouldn't have even needed encouragement, he would have called the militia himself. However, this was out of the scope of the imperial army. To be useful, he apparently had to put all of his faith in Chancy, who, according to Arthur, is a witch too. He also added that he couldn't tell Davie. The prince shook his head.

"No need commisioner, my men and I will handle this ourselves. It will be resolved in no time." He said, successfully biting back his irritation. Despite his irritation, the American had to give him props for not abandoning his city with a simple "no" from the future king. He was truly, despite looks, cut out for the job; the right American valor flowed through his being. "Now, if you'll excuse me, my mate awaits." Alfred said, hushing the chief's attempts at changing his mind as he walked away, up toward his room. Arthur was waiting up there for him, or at least he better be. The prince had alerted everyone of the 'serial killer', and told them to keep their guards up and sleep in turns. The brit was probably fast asleep, but Chancy was with him, and probably Davie too.

The prince slowly walked into the room, and what he walked in on, well, he could hardly say he was surprised. Arthur was sleeping soundly, but Davie was whispering to his lover in French, the blond occasionally smiling. The child, Geoffrey, was snoozing bundled up in Arthur's arms. Alfred cleared his throat, not wanting to eavesdrop on some of the emotional bullshit Davie frequently spews. He's too invested. They met little over a month ago and Davie already sees him as the mother of his child. Yeah they mated, which the prince was still annoyed about, but all Chancy is really doing is stressing out his friend, need not mention the lies he's been telling. The man isn't even human. Davie looked up at him with teary eyes and Alfred groaned. He has had enough; no friend of his is going to go through this blindly. "Davie, we need to talk." He said, loud enough for Davie to notice, but quiet enough for Arthur to keep sleeping.

As he and Davie made there way down the hall, they had managed to find an empty room. Alfred closed the door behind him as he sighed. "Davie, get a hold of yourself man, you're my best knight you can't keep crumbling like this." He sat down on the mattress, Davie furrowed his eyebrows, utterly confused. "I'm talking about Chancy." His friend closed his eyes, sighing heavily from his nose.

"Alfred, he's my mate. I don't want him getting hurt, yet he still says he's going. I know you told me to relax, but sue me, I'm emotional." He muttered, pacing the room. Alfred rubbed his temples. The prince had already had a lengthy, tender discussion with the other, but it seems it hadn't stuck. Now, the prince's only move was to take a tough love approach.

"You may be blind to it, but everyone around has noticed how you've changed for the worse the second you got involved with Chancy." He said, ignoring the shocked look on his friend's face. "You're cranky, sleep deprived, and a bag of mood swings. If I didn't know better I would think you're pregnant!" Davie opened his mouth to speak, but Alfred cut him off. "Chancy is attractive, yes, but you can't just let a pretty face screw with the system we have going on. Besides, he's not in any real danger, he's scouting today, he's fighting tomorrow."

"Excuse me?!" Davie had a deranged amused face on, and he scoffed bitterly. "That is hilarious coming from you, Mr. I-pick-up-starving-brits-from-tunnels! Have you heard the shit coming out of the guards mouths? The maids? They know you're about a month behind on work because you can't seem to part with your snow bunny for more than three hours! Furthermore, I'm cranky because I hate travelling, I'm sleep deprived because you had me working as 2nd in command and the fucking surgeon, and I definitely do not have mood swings! Before you comment on my relationship with Chancy look at your own. It's about 10 times more fucked." He was panting now, glaring at his prince, daring the other to respond. Alfred smirked, though the gesture was enough to mask his offense, or his anger.

"What? My relationship? Dude!" Alfred yelled, motioning his hand wildly to the door. "Five minutes ago you were crying because your mate has to do his job! Two weeks ago, you were willing to leave your job to go overseas with your omega! You keep saying you have this "alpha instinct"," he made air quotations, pausing to take a breath. "But really, you wear the damn panties in your relationship! If you really don't want him to go, fucking tell him not to go! You bit him, he didn't bite you, but you're too much a romantic pussy to see that he's walking all over you!" Alfred was shouting now, very loudly, and he was sure the people in the next room could hear him, but he didn't care. His friend needed to hear this from him. Davie looked at him with shocked eyes before shaking his head.

"I don't even blame you for your backwards mentality!" Davie shouted back. "You, raised for as long as you can remember as if the world revolved around you and that everyone had to do what you say, have no idea how to treat an omega!" Alfred scoffed, but Davie cut him off. "Shut up and let me finish! I can't just go there and demand he don't go, I can't just make him quit his job, or force him to feel complacent as my inferior! Unlike you, I want my mate to have options, to not fear my reactions, to not feel obligated to say yes to me and jeopardize their morals! If Chancy wanted to fucking keep his job, I would have went with him. If he insists he can handle tonight's job, I'm still trying to convince him otherwise, but when the time comes, and he's getting ready to go, I won't block the door. I'll kiss him and beg him to be careful and to come back in one piece." Alfred scoffed, standing up and walking up to the other, stopping short of 6 inches to his face.

"You think I'm restricting Arthur?! I'm fucking trying to help him. If I just let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to do, he would be long dead!" His voice was cracking, but he continued to yell. "I know I don't fucking own him, he reminds me daily. I know I can't speak for him! I know I can't ultimately decide what he gets to do! But because he has such a narrow perception on life, he'll end up getting himself killed If I don't cancel out some of the more ridiculous options. He was literally put in a coma because he spent hours looking for me in the dead of night because he thought I had jumped out of the window after we had an argument. He thought I jumped out of a window! So to prevent that from happening again, I leave him little notes because I don't want him to have to jump to anymore ridiculous conclusions! I don't want to micromanage him, but he's been through too much shit to be entirely independent." He shoved Davie, and Davie shoved him back.

"You make him sound like an idiot, yet he's one of the smartest people you know! Stop babying him and let him learn a thing or two instead of commenting on my-"

"Oh fuck you, you piece of shit! You think I don't know he's a fucking genius! He's an information sponge, I get that, he's smart, but he needs more than books to survive. He needs experience, but now isn't the time to be acquiring experience if there are fucking wizards or some shit out to get us!" He cut the other off. "Unlike your mate, my mate needs a gentle coaxing into the world. It'll be unfair to him to just thrust him into big decisions because I want to be a fucking liberal. He can't fight for shit, I have tried to teach him, and yea he's getting better, but he still isn't ready to defend himself properly. So for the time being, if I want to keep my eye on him to make sure he's safe, than I'll do that. Not because I don't trust him, but because I don't trust other people." He panted, Davie glaring at him before a harsh knock banged the door. Francis walked in, thoroughly unamused by the argument he had just heard.

"Firstly, settle down, you are way too loud. Secondly, are you two aware that you aren't mated to the same person?" The Americans nodded. "Oh, good. Now, have a seat on the bed please." He bit his lip, his expression now the two got seated, he began to speak. "Alfred, Chancy is a free spirit, and if Davie tried your approach, it'll only result in Chancy feeling trapped and miserable. Davie, you know that Arthur has had a tumultuous, unstable life. If he were all laxed, Arthur would feel unwanted and act out on his impulses." Alfred opened his mouth, and Francis hushed him. "Yes, Alfred, I know you are worried for your friend because you don't trust my friend, but Chancy truly loves him, and I assure you he's doing his best not to walk over Davie's pride. However... Davie, being a little more firm won't hurt."

"Whenever I do he cries." He muttered, and Alfred glanced at him. His head was hanging as he stared at the floor. His voice was broken, the knight perhaps moments from tears himself. It seems the stress had finally gotten to him. "He's not very compromising, but I love him, so he's worth the frustration." Francis shook his head.

"If you don't let your instincts shine through every now and then, you'll become weak and he'll leave you." Francis said. "If there's one thing Chancy can't stand it's a weak mate. Take control sometime." He advised before turning to Alfred. "And for you, Alfred... you're too carefree to be that mean to your mate. You're always aloof at world meetings and other important diplomatic events, yet you reeled in the reigns on your lover real tight."

"Excuse me?" Alfred asked, resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward in a challenge. Francis simply mimicked the action, rolling his eyes.

"Usually I would look down on your method of treating your mate, but considering Arthur is a rather rare and special case, the conservative tactics are actually working. Being a little liberal wouldn't hurt, and nowadays I know you've been trying." He said with a small sigh. "You let him go shopping without you, even though you are aware of his accent, and the everyday misconduct on New York streets. Instead of finding a corpse, he could have been stabbed, run over by a horse, or kidnapped, but you let him spend quality time with his friends because you know he's his own person." He praised, and Alfred pursed his lips, waiting for the criticism. 'However, Davie's right. Stop forcing your influence over people, it's very disheartening. You're the king, and you rule over the land, but I suggest you keep that power in politics, avoid seeping it into other people's relationships. I heard about you threatening to nullify Davie's own." Alfred rolled his eyes.

"I wasn't serious, I just said it because Chancy was being difficult." He shrugged as he explained. "Before you start coming at my moral compass, you've known me for years. I really don't give a shit about other people's feelings. I saw Davie being put in a corner, so I reacted the most effective way I could, and if that shook Chancy, my bad, but I honestly don't care. I lack the ability to empathize." He added a little smirk at the end to seem more casual. Francis nodded.

"I know, I know. You're really mean, and you just don't care enough to change. However, you just said you threatened Chancy for Davie's sake, so it's obvious you care about him. You lack common sense though, because that threat wouldn't, and didn't only affect Chancy, it hurt Davie too. You're too overprotective, and you're unwittingly hurting your friends. Perhaps allowing him some liberty to manage his own life will strengthen your friendship."

"Okay." Alfred muttered before biting his lip, glancing at his best friend. "Davie?" The other knight looked up at him with pink eyes. "I'm sorry. I'll mind my business and butt out of yours." He offered a hand, and Davie swatted it away. Alfred scowled, about to say something rude before Davie grabbed him and pulled him into an embrace.

"It's okay dude, but..." he started, and Alfred quirked a brow. "About what you said earlier with me being the ones in the panties... What color would they be? Teal, red, or- oh! red pinstripe lingerie with yellow lace trim and tiny bows?" He chuckled and Alfred scowled.

"You have until the count of three to get off of me, you kinky bastard!" he mumbled, prying himself away. Davie wouldn't let go though, the struggle soon turning into a wrestling match.


2 hours later...

Despite the conversation he had earlier, his frustrations and concerns came back the moment he saw Davie talking to Chancy again. Alfred had no idea what was wrong with himself, why can't he just give them space? The two looked happy enough, well, not right now of course considering the situation at hand, but on the daily, they were fine. Arthur had woken up some time ago, and the entire group was playing cards. Alfred had suggested strip poker, seeing that there was no way he would lose this time. He was right, of course, and he was in the lead, Arthur following close behind missing one sock, Francis third without his shoes, Davie fourth without his shirt and socks, and Chancy dead last with a frilly pink nightgown, white socks, and a hair tie. Alfred looked down; Chancy was awful at playing cards.

"Alright..." Davie sighed bitterly. "I think this was an awful decision." He said as he folded in frustration. Francis laughed as he looked at his deck fondly. Matthew sat silently on the bed, reading a book as the others played. He wasn't one for gambling, Alfred knew, but he hadn't objected to the game, he just sat out. Alfred looked at Francis, who had an excited grin on his face. Alfred scoffed.

"I call your bluff." He said, tossing his cards on the table revealing a four of a kind. Francis frowned, taking off his sock. Alfred was in the middle of laughing before Arthur interrupted him, placing his own cards on the table. Aces. "Fuck, and I was winning too." He muttered as he took off a shoe. Arthur smirked at him.

"Now we are tied." He said, yawning. "Reshuffle." He said as he passed the cards to Chancy, the only one in the group who knew how to shuffle efficiently. Alfred watched mesmerized by how skilled he was at shuffling the deck, the cards almost flying in between each other. "He's so good at shuffling, but he's shit at the game." Arthur said is disbelief, and everyone nodded, even Matthew who was reading a book. It seemed they all had the same train of thought. The blond began to pass the cards out, and when they all had their hands, Alfred looked at his cards, smiling. He got a crap hand.

Davie had a wicked grin on his face, this can't be good. Francis looked satisfied as he looked at his cards. Arthur bit his lip; perhaps he had a bad hand too. Alfred looked at Chancy, who's face, as always, was unreadable. The knight slowly put his cards on the table. "Straight Flush?" Alfred bit his lip as he along with the rest of the group groaned 'fold'. Davie had a shocked expression, thanking god for the Jack, ten, nine, eight and seven of spades he had been blessed with.

Everyone's attention turned to Chancy when he giggled, putting his cards on the table, revealing a Royal Flush, Ace through ten of hearts. Ironically, the omega probably stopped Davie's. Alfred clapped as Davie hung his head low in defeat, muttering as he slipped off his pants. "Better luck next time, buddy." Arthur said as he passed the cards to Chancy again to shuffle. Matthew closed his book suddenly and stood up off of the bed.

"It's about to be dinner time guys, freshen up and get downstairs" he ordered, and Alfred groaned. Matthew repeated his orders in French for Chancy as Alfred reluctantly stood up, ignoring the amused look on Arthur's face. Francis was the last to get up out of the sheer need to be extra. They made a single file line for the bathroom, which was, conveniently enough, connected to the room.


30 minutes later...

Dinner was crowded, loud, yet fun and comforting Alfred had to admit; a nice change of scenery. The dining hall was as large as the one in the fortress, yet leaps and bounds more fancy. There were dozens of chandeliers and the walls were a bright white, along with the tablecloth that spread along the length of the table. Alfred had no idea how long the table was, but it was long enough to fit half of his ship, so... 50 people. The dining hall also had many other tables that were nowhere near as long but seated around ten people each. The padded seats were black leather, the tired Americans and Frenchmen taking well to the luxurious furniture.

Not to mention the food was amazing. The chefs had put out extra food to apologize for the commotion that evening, a wide arrange of mutton, roasted boar, glazed duck, gravy, chicken soup, and don't even get the prince started on the steak. It was so moist, buttery, and savory; he moaned as he took a bite. He wished he could live here forever. He was snapped out of his thoughts by Matthew, who was reprimanding him.

"Stop making those noises, weirdo." He scolded, and Alfred moaned louder and louder, pissing his brother off. "Seriously, all you're having is steak, how good could it be?" He asked, and the prince cut a piece of steak from his plate and stabbed it with his fork, presenting it in front of Matthew. "I don't want any." He said, but Alfred wasn't taking no for an answer. Matthew sighed dramatically as he ate the piece from the fork, his face heating up instantly, a moan escaping his lips. "That's really good." he sighed dreamily.

"Told you" Alfred said, but the conversation was cut short by silence. His table, the long table, was quiet and the knights looked at him expectantly. "Yes?" He asked, a little confused.

"Toast!" someone down the table commanded, and the table roared in agreement. Oh. Alfred shut his eyes and thought as fast as he could. What the hell should he say? Finally he stood up and filled his empty glass with wine, raising it up, clearing his throat.

"Brothers," He started, and everyone quieted down, the occasional hush, but for the most part silent. Even those from the other tables began to crowd around in order to hear. "For the last 3 years we have been together, living, and serving the U.S crown from our humble fortress in the forest Sauvage." People hooted, so Alfred had to stop and wait for them to chill. "We have seen great trials, and had looked right into the eyes of evil numerous times, yet we prevailed in each encounter, not losing our faith or dignity as noble knights. I would personally like to thank each and every one of you for not losing your way during troubling times, and remaining loyal to me and my family during our journey. You've put your blood, sweat, and tears into your lines of work, and I don't think I will ever be able to put into words how grateful I am to your righteousness, to your selflessness, or to the unwavering American ideals you all succeed in upholding each and everyday. But now, brothers, we are home, and soon you will be with your families and friends. So let's make toast to safe passage, long lives, and beautiful women."

The men of the room lifted their drinks and the sounds of glasses clanging together rang through the room. Alfred bumped cups with those around him before sitting down, smiling at the happy faces of those before him, like a proud mother. The room became full of activity, new life coursing through everyone as they conversed and ate. Davie patted his shoulder fondly, and Francis nodded at him as he downed another glass of wine. "That was beautiful." The king said, Alfred smiled at the praise. He had truly meant every single word he said. He was truly in debt to his men, and despite being a hardass on the daily, they meant more to him than anything.

"I agree, quite eloquent if I do say so myself." Arthur said as he patted his mate's other shoulder, smiling. Alfred placed a quick kiss on his lover's cheek before Arthur returned his attention to Matthew and Chancy, who apparently had some tea on the staff.

Well, almost more than anything.


2 hours later...

Everyone moved to the lounging area, chatting and flirting with the maids of hotel. The group sat back in their booth and ordered some drinks. The mood was a little somber, the clock almost reaching 10. Chancy would be gone in an hour, and hopefully back before Midnight. He's just scouting the area, there is no real danger. However, Alfred could almost see the nervousness on Chancy's face, but sometimes it was so brief he could have easily mistaken it for his imagination. Currently the french cat witch, or whatever the brit said he was, was looking at Geoffrey intently, tracing circles on his cheeks, tucking strands of hair out of his face. Davie tried his best not to look like a wreck, but he was downing shots faster and faster, almost completely drunk. Alfred couldn't blame him.

Hopefully Chancy makes it back okay. Not just for Davie, but for the baby. Alfred, though he won't admit it yet, he truly sees the pair as the true parents of the almost 3 month old. He wouldn't want his nephew to lose his mother before getting to know him. He was brought out of his thoughts by the weird feeling someone gets when they're getting watched. Alfred blinked several times before realizing Chancy was looking at him. Hmm? The blond whispered something to Matthew, who whispered to Arthur, who whispered to Alfred.

"He wants you to watch Geoffrey for the night." the brit said, not even waiting for an answer before giving his response to Matthew, who translated it for Chancy. Alfred looked at Davie, who was all pink and half unconscious. Yeah, it seem Alfred was currently the better choice for the baby's well being for the hour.

"Sure" he said, and Arthur nodded.

"I already told them."

After 10 minutes or so, Chancy stood up and left the booth, handing Alfred his son, and heading upstairs to get ready. Davie was already up there, claiming that he needed to pee before he let it loose in front of everyone. However, no one was fooled. He was probably crying. Alfred held the child, albeit awkwardly, but he still held it, allowing him to reach for his face. The soft stubby fingers grazed his cheek, probably trying to remember who this man was and where his mother went. The harbor was a 10 minute walk from here, and Chancy was in no real danger, considering the real meeting was tomorrow. Davie was probably internalizing it as first step in losing his mate, or whatever. However, the prince will still pray for the other tonight, for his safe return. You never know who's out there, you know, the anger is very real this time of night.


It had been a 15 minutes since Chancy had left and the groups went back to their respective rooms, Davie having long been passed out. Alfred borrowed the crib from Davie's room and placed it in his, putting the sleeping infant down gently. Hopefully he doesn't get up too often. Arthur undressed quickly, a distant look in his eyes. He's thinking about Chancy, Alfred could tell, but it's out of his hands now. It was 10:30, and Alfred had drunk too much to stay awake much longer. He took off his clothes and flopped on the bed, his mate laying down beside him.

"I hope he's alright too." He said absentmindedly, moving his head so his mate could cuddle him better. "I'm exhausted."

"Me too, Alfie. Let's go to sleep." Arthur muttered, before peeling himself away in order to blow out the candle. When he repositioned himself, he placed soft kisses on the American's neck, sighing. "I love you, you git." Alfred couldn't help his blush as he turned his head just enough to kiss the other's forehead, whispering a soft i love you against it.

"Good night, babe. Oh! and good night, Geoffrey, your mommy and daddy will get you in the morning" The American yawned, closing his heavy eyelids. The sensation he felt before he fell to sleep was the warmth of his lover's hands, which had somehow become intertwined in his.


3 hours later...

Waaaahhhhhhhhhh! Waaaaaaahhhhhhhh!

Alfred groaned as he rolled to his side, reaching for his mate. Geoffrey was crying. "Artie, I promise I'll propose tomorrow if you calm him down." He continued to feel around, reaching nothing but more sheets and pillows. "Arthur?"

The prince sat up and lit the candle, grumbling as he took the crying infant into his hands. He had no idea how to hold this thing. "Arthur, if you'd help me, that would be awesome." He suggested, eyeing the bathroom. If he wasn't in bed, he must be in the bathroom. After a few minutes of Arthur not coming out of the bathroom, Geoffrey had slipped back into slumber, of course after the prince changed his wet diaper. "Arthur, why are you taking so long in there? Are you okay?" Alfred sighed, a little concerned. He would have at least gotten a response. "I'm coming in." He warned as he twisted the knob, checking whether it was locked or not. It was open. He pushed open the door slowly, the room pitch black. from the light illuminating his room, he could tell the bathroom was empty.

Then where the hell was Arthur?

Alfred began to pace the room, racking his brain for any occasion where the brit might have woken him in the night and told him where to go. "He didn't tell me a thing." Arthur had, for as far as he knew, told him nothing. Alfred settled to look in the brit's belongings. Where did he go? How long has he been gone? While digging thoroughly through his things, Alfred found that a pair of Arthur's trousers, and warm shawl was missing, along with his boots. His boots? Did he leave the building? Alfred closed his eyes, his heart rate rising dangerously. What if he left the building in a trance? Or kidnapped? Alfred tugged on his boots and threw on his heaviest winter coat. Either way Arthur was outside and it isn't safe out there.

Maybe someone had seen where he had gone. Just because some clothes are missing, doesn't mean he isn't just hanging out with a few friends downstairs or by himself. Alfred paused in his tracks, It's him again. He sighed, irritated but convinced that Allan was perhaps right.

"I'll ask around." He responded coldly.


4 hours later...

Alfred and Davie were told to wait in the lobby as the police investigated their missing omegas. Neither Chancy or Arthur could be found, which was odd because Chancy was sent on a recon mission with no real danger, and Arthur was with Alfred in his room. Try as he might, Alfred had spent the first hour running around the mansion, asking people who happened to be awake whether or not they had seen a pale, short blond man with big eyebrows. After multiple dead ends, he had finally woken up his companions and John, the harold, to help him search. They had woken up more soldiers, and asked for their aid too. However, about an hour ago, where there wasn't even a single trace left of the two omegas, Alfred had decided to call the authorities. When The chief of police arrived, Alfred was all over, perhaps intimidating the small man. Matthew ordered him to sit in the lounge until he calmed down and got some rest, Davie opting to join him because he too was wallowing in self pity.

"I just... can't believe it." Davie whispered. "Where did they go?" Alfred turned to his friend and took in his pathetic appearance. He was shirtless, and his hair was a mess. His eyes were puffy and his cheeks were pink. He wore black undergarments that left little to the imagination, and slip on shoes. The knight looked washed up, and he clearly had a hangover. "I'm..." He said as he stood up, stretching. "I'm gonna check on Geoffrey. Francis is probably annoyed by now." He said as he walked away. Alfred nodded as he looked up at the ceiling, pissed.

"Where did those idiots go?" He asked himself softly, his eyes dry from all of the tears he had shed while in search for his lover. His right eye was also a little swollen because Francis had to knock some sense into him a few times when he had gotten too anxious and reckless, foolishly declaring that he was going to the harbor to check the area. Davie had said that he would go too, but the knight was also hit in the face, and was reprimanded severely for going along with it.

As of right now, Alfred was at a loss.

OMG guys, longest chapter yet! What the hell is going on?! Where are they? Why are they taking so long?!