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Warnings: Some language.

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~Shuffle 02~

"Cards!?" we all exclaimed in unison. My icy blue eyes gazed at the unfamiliar landscape. Dull hues reflected from the pure crystalline skies void of any pigments to the environment. The only thriving thing was the three leaf ivy that coiled up the golden arches and consumed the rubble of stone thrones.

My brother nodded, his silver bangs falling in front of his scarlet eyes. "Haven't you heard of it, you dummkopfs?"

"This isn't funny, bruder," I muttered with a scowl. I clenched the fabric of his black collar into my pallid hands lifting him inches from the ground. I guess I really didn't know my own strength, but I was glad I did so.

He held up his hands as a sign of surrender. "Does it look like I'm fucking joking?"

"No but-"

"But nothing!" the albino shouted. He squirmed out of my embrace and landed back on the worn out cobblestone path melding by the dead blades of grass.

"At least tell us where the bloody fuck we are," the blonde Englishman with heavy untamed eyebrows announced. His arms crossed above his chest as he scowled, something I always see him doing when he is not modeling. Especially if his more than friend and colleague Alfred F. Jones was around.

Gilbert deadpanned "I told you, you are in Cards. Well…actually you are in a state of limbo but technically you are in Cards."

Elizaveta narrowed her emerald eyes dangerously, her hand clenched into tight fists making her knuckles turn white. "I will give you five seconds to explain yourself before I punch you in the face!"

Gilbert raised a silver eyebrow. "Okay, okay. Cards is a world parallel to your alternative universe. There are four kingdoms: Hearts, Clubs, Spades and Diamonds each special in their own qualities. Hearts is the kingdom of love. Clubs is the kingdom of luck. Diamonds is the kingdom of wealth. And Spades is the kingdom of power. By some mistake, you twelve were born in the wrong universe and I, the awesome Joker, one of the protectors of Cards, was sent to find you and bring you home years ago. And the only way to transport you guys here was if you wore traditional coronation attire; hence the fashion show."

"So you're telling me we're, like, royalty?" the boisterous American asked. A smile grew on his face as he hugged the Englishman tighter, his arm snaked around Arthur's slender waist. Alfred was probably the only dummkopf that would enjoy this fiasco. To be completely honest, I was not surprised at all.

Gilbert nodded. "It's kind of obvious. I mean, haven't you ever noticed those tattoos imprinted into your skin?"

"So that wasn't from when I was drunk?" the Frenchman wrapped in golden silks asked relaxing a bit.

The Joker shook his head. "It's a birthmark to symbolize royalty. Once the royals die, a new line is chosen."

"This is crazy, aru!" the Chinese man garbed in blue robes shouted and flailed his hands in the air. Finally a voice of reason, I thought to myself. "We can't be royalty; we have lives!"

"Gilbert, this isn't funny anymore. Send us home," I growled.

"You are home," Gilbert announced. He waved his hands in the arid air for emphasis and dissolved for a moment. He manifested into a position sitting cross legged on one of the wilted trees, just like the Cheshire cat from the classic novel Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, and explained "the way I see it is that you all have two options. Either you can stay in this bleak limbo between the worlds or you could embrace your destinies and become royalty by going through your designated portals. But all three of you have to go or it will not be sufficient."

"I'm all for being King!" Alfred exclaimed taking the blonde Englishman by his slender wrist.

"What the bloody-"

"Come on Yao!" the sapphire eyed blonde called over the shoulder of his long light blue coat.

Yao groaned. "Ayah, I have to join them, don't I? Why do I have to be stuck with the idiots?"

With that, the three disappeared into the gold entwined blue miasma of the spade shaped portal.

"Da, if the American goes then we go," Ivan said glowing a terrifying purple aura as he smiled at the other green dressed royals.

Thank gott I am not the royalty of Clubs-I mean fated with the Russian, I noted trying not to succumb to the stupidity my brother trapped us into.

Elizaveta and Roderich forced smiles and trudged alongside their green clad King through the Club shaped arch until they were engulfed in emerald mist.

"That was easier than I thought," Gilbert said with a satisfied grin.

"What do you say?" Francis asked turning to the two Swiss siblings, his words rolled off his accented tongue. "We can start a whole new life!"

"I don't know…" Vash began. He shifted his weight form one foot to another and his forest green irises gazed from the gold archway to his sister as if he was mulling over his options internally.

He slung his thin arm around his shoulder. "Come on, we'll be royalty. You are always complaining about working, and now we don't have to. Come on Lili, what do you say?"

"I guess we could…" she said small and a hopeful smile grew on her face.

Francis smiled confidently. "Now come on, Vash. You in?"

His lips aligned and sighed. "Fine, I guess I don't have a choice anyways."

The three disappeared into the ivy covered glowing gold portal.

"Three down, one to go," my brother explained.

"There is no way I am going through that...that...thing!" I yelled stubbornly. I glared at the red glowing archway with a collision of anger and fear visible in my icy blue eyes.

Feliciano pouted. "Aw, I always thought you would make a great King."

"Yes, Ludwig, I do agree," the cleanly cut Japanese man explained politely.

I sighed and faced the two smiling royals. "You two really want this, don't you?"

Feliciano nodded feverously.

I sighed and rubbed my temples. "I guess this could work."

"Yeah, Luddie!" Feliciano exclaimed and pulled the three of us through the heart shaped archway.


After the red haze, I refocused my vision by rubbing my cobalt eyes with the back of my hand and noticed the three of us landed in the middle of a moderate sized garden. The orchid hailed heart shaped roses painted crimson red, nestled in a jade bush, all of the vibrant petals in the shape of a heart, those of which flapped in the breeze when a strong gust passed by. In the middle of the circular shaped garden was a pristine marble fountain spurting gallons of glassy water taunting me to dip my fingers into the picture-perfect pool. In the near background was a medieval style castle engulfed by a gold plated gate, just as I imagined it would be. Not that I ever imagined those sorts of things. Fantasies are for children, and I was certainly not a child.

The castle, itself, was erected out of large brown stones and included four winding turrets facing the four cardinal directions. The ruby embossed rooftop replicated the streaming slivers of sunlight and created an effect that the castle was emitting a glow comparable to heaven. Fluttering in the light breeze were light red banners painted with three hearts, the emblem of the Hearts Kingdom.

"Whoa, it's beautiful!" Feliciano gawked. His copper eyes widened with amazement as he skipped towards one of the flowers. He plucked it from its natural roots and sniffed the heart shaped flower that melted with his touch.

"Hai, it is," Kiku agreed but remained at my side instead of joining the flamboyant Italian.

"Stop! Who goes there?" a young servant asked with a frown. He was clad in a simple white button down shirt hanging over his brick-red trousers. His hair was a bit disheveled, seeing as he had an odd curl protruding from the left side of his café colored hair, and his voice was accented with the same Italian dialect as Feliciano.

"Uh, who are you?"

With one swift flick of his wrist, he raised his silver sword from his belt and threatened it against the wan flesh of my throat. "I am Lovino, Ace of Hearts. State your position before I behead you for trespassing," Lovino stated harshly.

I cleared my throat and blinked twice. I stuttered to say "Ludwig Beilschmidt, King of Hearts."

He snorted but removed the sword from my throat leaving only a small imprint. "Prove it, bastard."

Prove it? I asked myself in confusion. How do I prove it?

"I have this tattoo," I explained ripping open my button down shirt. Above my chest cavity was a red heart engraved with a cursive K in black ink.

He snorted. "So? Anyone could forge that?"

"I have this scepter too," I noted holding up my scepter that Gilbert gave me as a prop.

Lovino's light brown eyes widened and knelt to the red stone paved ground. "I am sorry I doubted you, your majesty. Please forgive me. It has just been so long."

"No need," I scoffed and fidgeted as I stood, still not comfortable with this entire royalty aspect.

Lovino stood up and brushed the imaginary dirt from his outfit. His eyes immediately narrowed as he asked "and who are you?"

"Kiku Honda," he said with a small bow. "Queen of Hearts."

"Jack Feliciano Vargas at your service," he said with a salute.

He arched a slender brown eyebrow. "Vargas? Did I hear you correctly?"

Feliciano nodded. "That's my surname."

"Same here," he stated aloof, his arms locking just above his navel.

"So that means we're brothers!" he shouted with joy and embraced the Ace.

He pushed the Italian off. "Please, your majesty, it is not polite for you to be doing that."

He cocked his head to the right. "And why not? You're an Ace right? That must be a high position."

"Not as high as you are," he explained allowing the words to linger in the air. He shook his head and scoffed "enough of that, I will be showing you to your chambers. You all have a lot of work to catch up on."

I sighed and followed the young Ace into the palace along with the other two trailing behind.

And indeed, it was quite a palace. The foyer was constructed out of pure marble from the hand painted floor to the columns that held up the soaring ceiling. The floor was slightly covered by a long red carpet that stretched to the double doors on the opposite side. On either side of the hallway were breathlessly realistic portraits of elegantly dressed individuals with solemn faces. Everything from the curve of their chins to each individual hair made the picture lifelike.

"Lovino," a young lady scolded. She had short, wavy blonde tresses reaching no farther than her shoulders. Her eyes were a shade of beautiful green to contrast her strictly red dress that hugged her hourglass figure. The young woman's lips were painted a distinct scarlet and her pale cheeks were tinted a pale pink. "Who are these people? How many times have I told you not to bring nobles into the castle without permission?!"

"Bella, these are our new royals," he explained with a sigh and realized he would have to explain this quite a few times, today alone.

Bella's face immediately brightened into a warm, toothless smile. "Oh, I am dearly sorry, your majesties. Let me introduce myself. I am Isabella but you can call me Bella."

"Want to show them to their rooms?"

"Of course," she sang in a high pitched heavily accented voice. "Now follow me. You must be our King, correct?"

I blushed. "Um…yes."

Bella clapped her hands together. "Oh goodie!" she exclaimed. "Your room is the north turret, easy enough. Anyhow, a servant will be up to run a bath for you."

"No need," I scoffed not wanting to bother anyone, and also the fact that I could run my own bath, royalty or not.

Bella shrugged. "Pardon my pun, but suit yourself." She giggled a bit before turning towards the other two royals. "Now who is our new Queen?"

I sighed and walked up the winding steps to the white double doors to my chambers. The chambers consisted of four rooms: the antechamber, a small connected study, a bathroom and a master bedroom. The antechamber was a mostly void spacious room except for one red padded loveseat and a bookshelf filled with unbound books. The cherry red carpeted floor exaggerated the eggshell painted walls of the room, empty of any portraits.

The study was also painted the same crème white as the antechamber only it was filled with red wooded bookshelves brimming with multi colored spines. Near the far right side was a red oak desk with a thin layer of dust veiling the ornate details in the desk. Above the desk was soothing painting of the castle during sunrise encased in a golden picture frame.

I sighed and walked into the bathroom. It was pristine white including a toilet, a sink and a claw foot tub. Thank gott they have indoor plumbing, I told myself remembering how all of the chandeliers were lit by candles and not electricity.

I eyed the claw foot tub and turned the warm water knob until it filled the entire bath. I stripped myself down and out of the restricting and ridiculous attire. I settled into the rose smelling water and dozed silently into a swirl of dreams.

When the water became unbearably cold, I grabbed a towel hanging on the silver bar and wrapped myself in it. Then I headed into the main bedroom and towards the wardrobe. Inside were elegant red clothes that surely did not belong to me and rather the previous King. However, I was far too exhausted to care and dressed myself in a flimsy red shirt and silk trousers before snuggling into the California king sized bed situated in the middle of the bedroom.

"Ludwig?" a small voice asked interrupting my slumber.

I turned over onto my side to see where the voice was coming from. Luckily for me, it was just Feliciano, which I didn't really mind since he was also such a good friend. "Yes, Feli?"

"I-I'm scared," Feliciano said trembling a bit.

I inhaled through my nose. "How about you sleep in here with me? Just for tonight?"

"Okay!" he exclaimed happily and nestled comfortably into the silk scarlet covers.

I cleared my throat. "J-Just stay to your own side."

"Got it, King Ludwig," he said and flopped onto his belly.

King Ludwig? I asked myself and gazed over at Feliciano snoring lightly. Maybe being royalty wasn't as bad as I imagined…

TBC?


A/N: What did you think? Not one of my best, I know. But I digress...

Aww a little bit of GerIta I detect.

In case it was unclear, Isabella/Bella=Belguim.

FILLER CHAPTER! Yeah, sorry I know.

I'm sorry that it is so boring right now. Urg. The real story will start next chapter, I hope.

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