Sorry for the extremely long wait.

Terribly sorry about that. There were, err, complications...

I am trying a new style of writing, due to the fact that in literature and writing ALL WE DO IS COPY EVERYONE'S STYLE! And it sucks. Really does.

But I was obsessed with this one writer and I sort of adopted a bit of his style. Especially with all of my -s.

Sorry I'm trying to experiment and become a better writer. Isn't that what this is all about?

Anyways, today is my 1 year anniversary on fanfiction! YEAH~

And to celebrate, I have updated!

This chapter is told in Kiku's perspective!

Warnings: fjka;dsl no

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Cardverse.


~Shuffle 06~

I shifted in my seat as the crowd of blue clad citizens assembled into their cushioned seats for the coronation, feeling a strong sensation of apprehension budding in my stomach. The once lackluster throne room was now dressed in indigo hued decorations. Shielding the afternoon's scorching streaming sunlight – despite it being winter in Spades - from pristine glass windows were satin tapestries painted with three gold spades, the emblem of the oceanic kingdom. The black and white marble tiled floor was covered with a blue rug extending from a regal staircase to three gold thrones, varying in sizes, in the center of the room. The entire aura itself was far more extensive and elegant than anything in the Hearts kingdom, much less in our real world.

Everything seemed so peculiar and almost fantasy-like, as if all of this was an insane dream. We were all convinced it was - Ludwig and I - while Feliciano did not feel the same way. He had the same enthusiasm as a juvenile ten years young. Feliciano smiled cheerfully and clung to Ludwig's side, babbling ridiculous nonsense about how beautiful the kingdom of Spades was or something along those lines.

"Remember, if you see anything out of the ordinary, please do not hesitate to tell me," Ludwig said in a hushed but stern tone.

I nodded. "Hai," I said in my native tongue, although my dull brown eyes were fixed on the odd man whom stood before us in anticipation.

"Ladies and gentleman," a short, blond man said with an odd - probably Nordic - accent. He held up a lean hand to hush the crowd as he spoke. "I am Tino: Ace of Spades. I would first like to thank our guests for being able to come to the ceremony on such short notice." There was a small amount of applause before he continued "please rise to greet your King-to-be." A jovial smile plastered his thin lips as the crowd turned toasted the grand staircase.

Atop the staircase were the three royals all garbed in unique outfits, to say the least. Alfred was attired a white button down dress shirt tucked all too neatly into a pair of beige slacks. A light cerulean vest hung tightly around his torso connected to the royal blue cloak which cascaded to the floor. Veiling his wide, sea blue eyes were a pair of square wired spectacles which slid down the future King of Spades' nose as he walked. Despite the many layers of glamorous clothing, nothing could hide the fear he had, obvious by the way he squeezed Arthur's palm against his before he left.

The King-to-be briskly glided down the stairs, almost forgetting to wave and smile at the crowd of gawking high-class citizens, each one dressed nicer than the prior. He lowered his head in front of Tino and knelt to the floor in respect.

The Ace placed a spade shaped clock and a gold scepter into his hands before recited "Alfred F. Jones, do you vow to lead your kingdom to prosperity and rule our kingdom just and impartial?"

"I will" he said firmly and scanned the crowd with dazed sapphire eyes.

Tino nodded and lowered the large, sapphire studded crown into his honey glazed tresses. "Rise King Alfred the first of Spades."

The crowd clapped and cheered for the young man as he sat gracefully into the tallest of the three thrones. "All hail the King," they cried.

Tino raised his hand and silenced the uproar from the crowd. "Please welcome your Queen-to-be."

Arthur, the male Queen, was dressed fancier than the other two. The Englishman was overwhelmed by a white collared shirt, complete with matching cravat, tucked into a pair of restricting dusky tan trousers. Hugging his abdomen was a high collated dark azure double breasted waist coat with gilded spade shaped buttons, matching that of Alfred's. Swaddling over his slender shoulders was a regal cloak lined with white speckled fur near the fringes, which extended far past his high rising brown military boots. His emerald spheres wavered from the crowd to his hand which he curiously did not wave to the awestruck crowd. His expression, dissimilar to Alfred's, was unyielding and bitter as his copious eyebrows knitted together in frustration.

Arthur knelt before the amour clad Ace as he was handed a circular clock and a smaller gold scepter. "Arthur Kirkland, do you vow to protect your kingdom and pledge allegiance to your King?"

"I w-will," he said, his eyes quite uncertain when a jewel encrusted tiara was placed into his untamed locks.

"Rise Queen Arthur the first of Spades."

The crowd clapped respectfully, unfazed by the fact that their Queen was actually a male. He sat beside Alfred's right in the medium-sized golden throne padded with a azure cushion as the crowd cheered "long live the Queen!" His hand curiously remained at his side instead of interlocked in Alfred's.

Tino, once again, silenced the crowd and introduced the last of the royals, the Jack.

Despite their elegant attire and elaborate ceremony, Yao was the one to capture my attention. My eldest brother was consumed by an oversized satin royal blue jacket, with twin tails elongating past his thighs. Beneath the coat was a pair of snug navy slacks hidden by crème colored ruffles appearing almost feminine. Entwined in his disheveled pulled back charcoal hair was a Chinese-style hat with a feather belonging to a peacock rising out of it to symbolize his stature as Jack.

Yao genuflected before the Ace as he was given a jewel-encrusted sword spanning the length of both his outstretched arms. "Yao Wang, do you vow to balance your kingdom and reign with courage and strength?"

"I will," he replied strongly.

"Rise Jack Yao the first of Spades."

Once more, the crowd cheered for the Jack as he lowered himself in the smallest of the three thrones. His eyes scanned the crowd before locking on mine, and then shamefully glowering at the floor.

"I present to thee, the crown royals of Spades."


"What a beautiful show!" Feliciano said all too cheerfully. The sovereigns, with the exception of the ones hailing from Spades, were situated in an empty chamber typically used for war meetings. The décor, much like the rest of the castle, was simply divine. The marble ceiling was quite high – held up by a few flying columns - and scattered with Baroque-like paintings. In the center of the room was a mahogany table with the map of Cards sprawled out over it and azure cushioned throne-like seats situated around it.

"Shh," Ludwig hissed at our Jack with a threatening icy blue glare. "Do you want the others to find us?"

"Um…no," he stuttered to say, his chocolate eyes fixed on the black and white marble tiles.

"Ludwig, please continue," Francis said in a monotone inflection, picking at his cuticles, utterly bored.

Vash rolled his sea green eyes and tutted. "Would you at least act like you are King?"

Francis growled at his Jack about to refute yet was interrupted by Ivan. "Enough of your immature nonsense! We have a plan to execute and if this is not done at the precise moment, all of our efforts will have become fruitless!" The other immediately calmed, as they were imitated by his fierce and daunting aura. "Now Ludwig, I would love to hear your opinion on this," he started as calmly as he could muster and positioned his chin in his intertwined fingers.

"Actually…" the King of Hearts drawled out looking at my direction. "I was hoping my Queen had a judgment about this. He has never led us wrong before."

I sighed loudly. I knew Ludwig would rely on me, as he has been doing about all of his political judgments since all of us arrived in this ludicrous wonderland. "Arthur, observably," I said and nothing more, not even recognizing his new title as Queen. It was blatantly obvious the Englishman was the one holding the magic key that would allow us to return to the reality we all lusted for. His curious actions and uncharacteristic emotions only helped emphasize my theory.

However, this prompted the pompous Diamond King to scowl. "That disgusting hag would not know two things about such an art as magic."

"I respect my Queen's decision. If you believe us to be wrong whom do you think it is?" Ludwig asked coldly and crossed his left leg over his right.

"The King of course. He would not be King if he wasn't."

Ivan laughed spitefully. "You do not actually believe that incompetent American actually is our key to leaving this dreaded land?"

"Of course," he said flamboyantly with a flick of the wrist. "Do not tell me you think it is the Queen too."

"Nyet," he said in Russian, as if to frighten us. "The Jack of course."

My eyes widened slightly.

I did not dare to think of the possibilities of what Ivan would do to my brother; what torture he would force him to endure. What if he found out he was not the one who held the way home? Slaughter him? My mind ran through the possibilities, disregarding the muddled screeches from those barbarian royals.

"Does legend not say that the Jack is the wisest of the land?"

Francis snorted. "Maybe in Spades."

"Do you dare mock your Jack?" Vash gritted through his teeth.

"Brother," Lili said in a feeble attempt to calm down her furious brother.

Feliciano pouted and turned towards Ludwig. "Ve~ Ludwig, I'm not dumb am I?"

"Of course not Feli," he assured the Jack before he had a chance to sob.

"Immature do you not agree Elizaveta?" Roderich asked and combed a hand through his messy hair.

"I think it is cute," she said with a half-hearted smile.

"Enough of this nonsense!" Ivan shouted over the commotion. "Each kingdom will take a captive, respectfully. Agreed?"

The crowd of royals muttered "agreed" before disbanding.

I heaved my limp body off of the blue padded seat when a hand graced my shoulder. "We need to talk."

I turned to see Ludwig towering over me, his slick short blond hair and stone unsympathetic blue eyes enforced his serious demeanor.

"Of course, King Ludwig," I replied as graciously as I could, as to not upset the stiff King of Hearts.

Ludwig raised his hand. "Please, no formalities. I trust your opinion with the Queen. I also trust that you will take him prisoner."

I raised a thin arched eyebrow. "And you will not join me?"

"I have some…other matters to preoccupy myself," he said gesturing to Feliciano mingling with Elizaveta and the others, a wine glass in hand.

I nodded. "I accept your task."

TBC?


A/N: What did you think? I think I am enjoying this writing style...maybe a bit too much :/

I'm sorry that I just ended it like that but I could not think of a way to write out the kidnapping part without it being totally awkward...so I left it like that. Sorry.

I hope you are also not unaware that I favour the Spades kingdom like crazy. jfkdsla;jfdksa;ljfads;kl help.

I just have too many UsUk feels...

Don't worry, the other pairings will have a turn soon enough ;)

And now for my favourite (did you notice that I stopped using the 'U's in my writing!?) part:

rexlover180: uwu Thank you. I am dearly sorry for not updating but I hope this has satisfied you!

detima1: And kidnapping is only the beginning ;) OMG I thought about the sack thing too! I was actually going to write that...LOL I guess great minds think alike. Thank you~

SaySaeri: Oh Ivan, you lovable devil~ Thanks for reviewing!

Iggy Butt: You will just have to see ;)

Guest: Well...at least you saw the Spades one (yes, I favour Spades :P)

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Next chapter=I honestly do not know yet, probably Spades.

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