CC101: This is chapter three. It has been re-edited and revised. If you see that I missed something, please sent in a review or a PM. Thank you.

Summary: Cardverse/Chessverse AU. King Alfred never got along with his Queen. After a fight, Arthur flees the Castle and is captured by a new royal from across the sea. When Alfred finally gets Arthur back, he finds that their relationship takes a huge turn. The American desperately tries to fix their relationship but how can the King trust his Queen when the other won't stop lying to him?

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

Chapter 3: The Twin Kings

Morning came almost too quickly for Arthur's liking. He was woken up by Flora's frightened tones. Arthur, panicked, dashed out to Flora, but only made it to the front porch, no more. He could see armed men running on their way towards him. Their leader was a blond-haired, tan-skinned male with a single piece of hair curved atop his head.

Alfred.

The King of Spades was coming for him.

Arthur dashed back into his house and grabbed anything that he needed. His hands threw food into a messenger bag; he grabbed Illumi and his food, as well as Flora's, and put them together. His cat went to his arms, and he attached the bags to the side of the saddle, which was hastily thrown on top of the white-and-brown horse. Illumi was placed inside another bag, and, with his clothes still on his body from last night, he pulled on the reins and started for the opposite direction.

He would make sure he was not going back.

Arthur could hear other horses. Turning, he saw Alfred and a guard was coming on horses. The other two were doing something. He squinted his green eyes to see better. Wait! Where those arrows?!

Arthur pulled the reins backwards to a stop. In front of him were several metal tip arrows. Going around them, Flora ran ahead but the stop gave the two other riders enough time to use a rope to wrap around the Queen and bring Arthur out of the saddle.

Both ropes were able to pin his arms to his side and it dragged him out of the saddle. His hands were burned against the drag of the reigns and he saw nothing but sky and trees as his head collided with dirt. He struggled like a deranged animal, trying to escape from the hold, but failed. He looked up at the beings harshly as they towered over him, at Alfred as the cocky American sauntered over to him. He struggled to get back to his feet, but someone roped his legs together. The sunlight met his eyes, blinding his view of the King of Spades, and he glared and was about to retort something at him, but something slammed against his head, and his eyes clouded with darkness.

The King looked down at the captured Queen. He had finally found him. The other guards came to help carry the unconscious male back from where they came. As he and his men left the field, the King looked around. No one had seen this.

The royal smiled, "Very good. Men, let's go back."

Arthur woke up on soft material beneath him, the back of his head aching against the velvet pillow. He let out a groan and shifted over to his side, eyes opening up weakly. 'The hell is this about...' He looked around the room, at the black, white, and gray decorations. The floor had a chess design. Light peered in through the billowing ebony curtains, casting a shadow of light into the room. Weakly, he pushed himself up, and was relieved to find Illumi on a chair, snoozing.

What he wasn't relieved to see Alfred sitting in a chair opposite of his side of the bed, and he let out a surprised yell.

The taller man laughed at that. He stood up and walked to the edge of the bed. His dark blue eyes were almost glowing in the faint light. "Well, well. It looks like the Queen is finally up. Enjoy your rest?"

Arthur looked him up and down. His mouth tried to work but he could only open and close it like a fish. Finally, anger came over him. Who was he to do this to him?! He had already told him to get a new Queen, didn't he want the maids? The former Queen shoved the man next to him.

"You bastard!" The Englishman started. "Bastard, bastard, bastard! First, you tell me that you hate me and think I'm just a bitch! Then, you have affairs with the maids who have a part-time job, probably, as prostitutes! After, you kidnap me after I make it clear that I don't want to be around you! What the bloody fuck is wrong with you?!"

The King laughed at the shove but the laughter didn't make it to his eyes. Cold, hard, blue eyes glared at Arthur as he picked the previous Queen up by the throat. The taller shoved him into a nearby wall. "It's cute really." His cold and threatening voice said. "You still think I am your King. Please, I am ten times the King your 'Alfred' is."

Arthur gasped as he connected with the wall behind him, constricted throat causing him to inhale for breath. His hands grabbed onto the King's wrists, attempting to pry his fingers off his throat but failing. The taller smirked at his attempt.

The former Queen gagged, his legs franticly hitting against the wall of the ship. "Pl-please...l-l-let go..."

The King only smiled as he watched the other slowly losing consciousness. Before the other passed out, he said. "Welcome aboard the U.S.S Justice. My name is King America."

Arthur's eyes slipped close as his hearing faded and his eyes blurred, his consciousness dimming now. "A-Ameri...c-ca..." He tried to grab one last inhalation of air, but failed to with the taut grasp, and with one last wheeze, let the darkness consume him as he fell against the wall, unconscious.

Yao sighed as he came from the castle prisoner cells. It had been three days since Queen Arthur had gone missing. The King had the castle searched then had everybody questioned. So far information then had been limited. A cook told them that he saw the Queen go off on his horse and buggy in the night. The chef was also able to tell them about the two knights that helped Arthur escape. Alfred had those knights imprisoned and both were facing death charges. Yet the two remained silent. The Spades Jack had been talking to them but they would not budge.

Yao frowned as he walked up to the King's room. Entering he found Alfred standing in the same position by the window overlooking the gardens. "My King?"

Alfred waited a bit before turning around. "Yes?"

"They not tell us, aru." The Jack frowned as he looked at his feet. The past three days had been horrible; Alfred's hell bent attitude making sure that no one was resting easily.

The King threw a fist onto a desk. The taller's face had all of his fury written on to it. "Why?! Don't they understand?!"

Yao flinched. To be honest, this side of Alfred scared him. The dark intense blue eyes that seemed to glare at you were not right on Alfred. "I not know. We find Arthur with army troops," suggested the Chinese man.

Alfred shook his head. "It will take to long." The American started to pace the room, a thoughtful look on his face. He stopped as he faced the window again. "I want you to summon the bird keeper. Send a message to every noble family in Spades. If they don't find the Queen within a month, the families will be taken down as punishment and new families will be chosen."

Yao's face was one of shock. "You can't do that! The noble families will revolt!"

"Maybe but we will have the other strong families on our side. They will want to be named one of the noble families. It would be perfect pressure for the families to actually act."

The Chinese male had to admit. It was a bold plan, a bit dangerous but it could work.

Alfred thought for a minute. "Tell the families that they can use that ever they need but to stay within the law. You may leave."

The Jack nodded and left as quickly as possible.

As soon as the door shut, Alfred went over to his bed and lay down. Since Arthur left, Alfred had barely slept. His mind kept replaying the fight between them. He hated to admit it but...without Arthur... he was lonely.

As King and Queen, he spent almost every day for the last five years with the guy! Now he was all alone. After the fight, Alfred had sworn of maids, so he didn't even have that comfort. Arthur left a huge hole in his life. Sure they didn't get along most of the time, more so when Arthur caught him in one of his moods. That didn't mean that they couldn't get along at all right? In his mind, Alfred tried to think of a few times when they bonded.

Nothing. Not one moment.

Swearing to make it up to Arthur, once he was found, finally Alfred let sleep take him.

Arthur had a dream. A strange one that made him extremely confused, but a dream nonetheless.

He was relaxing in the garden- his garden that he had grown himself- back in the Spades Kingdom. The flowers were at a full bloom, all of different shades of blue, some violet, and different shapes, specifically roses in the positions of spades. The wind blew past him and sent a soft aroma over him. He smiled peacefully, closing his eyes and sighing. This was the most peaceful he had ever felt so far.

A body appeared from the right and sat down beside him, and he nearly jumped when he saw Alfred. However, the King was quiet, calm, and nonchalant, and he gave a kind smile before reaching over and taking his hand in his. Arthur looked down at their entwined fingers, and felt a giddiness rise inside of him. He grinned up at the King, and rested his head against his shoulder. Alfred pecked his head before placing his head on his and whispering something inaudible to him.

Arthur woke up with a headache, lightheaded and heartbroken.

Just before hand, America had just come into his room when he noticed Arthur. The Queen was crying in his sleep. Sighing, he went over and got in the bed. Then he pulled Arthur on to his lap. America wiped his tears away and watched. Arthur reminded him so much of his own Queen, England. In fact, he would call them twins. The only difference was personality. Arthur seemed kinder, as England was cold and ruthless.

For the life of him, America can't remember why he fell for England. The Queen was rude and... well in America's mind beautiful. The King felt like his Queen, his England, was so prefect he could never hope to have England in his arms. He just had this touch-me-not feel. However, there were times it seemed England was trying to get a relationship with America but he always felt he was reading too much into it.

His thoughts were disrupted as En- wait no Arthur suddenly sat up crying even harder.

Arthur hadn't realized he was crying until he felt soft, gentle hands brushed away his fallen tears. He forced himself to break out of the grasp, and sat up, wiping at his eyes. His mind wasn't just boggled from the dream, but he was also puzzled at this man- America's- actions. He looked into the blue eyes, and realized just how much America and Alfred looked alike. The same blue eyes, the same skin tone, the same glasses, the same smirk, the same face shape, the same voice, the same hair color- even the same little cowlick. It broke Arthur's heart even more than it was. He let out a choked sob.

"Wh-who the hell are you?" Arthur whispered, "Some demon sent to torment me?" The King blinked at him in silence, probably just as surprised as the former Queen of Spades. "Please...I need to know, I'm so confused, and I don't know if you're good or bad, or just..."

America wiped away another few stray tears. "I am America, King of the Black Chess Kingdom. I am from across the sea. I am not here to hurt you per say, just test you."

Well, it was the best explanation he could give about England's convoluted plans. His Queen's plans were long and complicated. Usually America only figured it out towards the beginning of the end, but as Chess states, the Queen has rule over all.

"You're a King..." Arthur was surprised there were actually Chess Kingdoms. Most of the tales about it were frightening and shocking, but right now, this America was proving to him that those tales were false. A comforting warmth radiated from the male, and for once, he felt safe in a pair of arms. There was a look in his sky blue eyes that reminded Arthur of Alfred's whenever he told the truth, just like when he...

'Don't think about that, Arthur', he forced himself. The former Queen sniffed; so far, as of the last minute or so, this America didn't seem as bad as he had been before. He actually seemed...kind, almost pitiful. Weren't Queens always the rulers in a Chess Kingdom?

"Why... Why am I being tested?"

"Yes, I am a King. In my land, I am in charge of leading the army as my Queen sees fit. England looks a lot like you. I would say you were twins." America answered the first question. "As for why you are tested, I can only guess. My Queen is very cunning; I usually work myself into a fit of anger trying to figure his plots out." The taller frowned. He shouldn't have given so much away. "My best guess is that he wants to see if your Kingdom is strong enough to be our ally."

Arthur blinked. So there was even a look-alike of him?! That was a true shock to him. Then again, it did make sense if there was one of Alfred, there would be one of him. Yet America, although he looked like Alfred, seemed to love his queen. The King got this adorable blush on his face when talking about England.

"I wouldn't even know if we're able to fit that," he mumbled. "I know our people will be ready, but...one can only hope so much, right?" He gave a weak smile, but frowned. "How will you test me?"

"It's a test of your Kingdom. In chess, when a Queen is taken the game is up. So we want to see how your Kingdom will deal without their Queen. Once they have reacted, I am to return you to your Kingdom. After, I sail back and report to my Queen along with her spies. He will then decide if your Kingdom is worthy." America summarized. "You are to stay with me. I am to make a positive relationship between us." The King repeated the commands given to him.

The former Queen actually snorted in amusement, closing his eyes and turning onto his back. After a minute or so, he looked over at the King of the Black Chess Kingdom. "My kingdom cannot live without their Queen. I am their voice in the Council of the Kingdoms. All Queens of our four kingdoms are." Arthur turned to his side again, holding his head up with his hand. "However, the King of Spades does not care for me at all. I am the opposite, I find myself terribly in love with him." Arthur let out a breath, pushing back his ruffled hair. America was here to test him, not be an ear to hack off due to talking. "But, I'm sure whotever activities you have for me, it'll top whotever the hell goes on in my Kingdom."

America looked at him. They were in the same situation in their love lives. "Hmmmm…things are different here and why do you say that? Is your King not able to rise to the challenge?" He questioned after a while.

"It's not that, it's more...he doesn't hold feelings for me and to add on, he never completes his work and leaves everything for me to finish up. He'll be in his bed, all nice and cozy, and I don't go to my quarters until two- or three o' clock in the morning!" Arthur felt his blood boil, and any anger he had left from the fight rose up once again in vengeance. He didn't even care that he was telling this to a complete stranger! He needed this off his chest. "He never completes anything else, he's foolish and flirts with all of the girls, he is a lazy arse of a loath when it comes to doing work around the kingdom, and he fools around with maids- I even caught him! He pushed her against the wall like she was nothing, and I caught him! The dishonest bastard!" Arthur scowled angrily at nothing, ignoring the few marks down his face.

America nodded. "I see. By the way, you just failed one part of the test." He looked at the other. "If I was that way, my Queen would have me killed. He doesn't like me that much either. It is sad to admit, if England had to choose between the Kingdom or me, the Queen wouldn't even hesitate, but that is part of what makes him such a good ruler.

Arthur looked shocked. Since when was this happening?! This was completely unfair! He should have had some sort of warning while he went off on a tangent. He blushed in embarrassment from his mistake, but it disappeared when he saw America's face in such distraught. He reached over and rubbed his cheek, startling him but nonetheless- and obviously- comforting him.

"I'm sorry you suffer...I know what it feels like to be in an unrequited love relationship. I know it's not fun, especially when it's blatantly obvious." The smaller rubbed America's hand between his own. "I hope you find happiness somewhere, America."

America laughed. "I am glad you didn't hear of my Kingdom. You obviously don't know my reputation but thank you, the same to you."

Arthur raised a bushy eyebrow in curiosity. What did he mean by that? "Whot exactly does that mean? 'You obviously don't know my reputation'."

"I mean that I am a ruthless killer." Seeing the other's shock, he quickly explained. "Chess is a strategic game. To survive, you must be cunning and cold to many people. As a King it is my job to lead the armies and kill any traitors. I must keep a mask of someone powerful. It kills me inside sometimes but I must do it. It is my duty." America laughed at that. "Duty is what makes rumors go round. By the time I was 14, no one ever wanted to be around me. I get lonely."

Suddenly, all of the trust that Arthur had felt for him disappeared, and he started to back up off of the bed, falling over and onto the floor with an "oof". He had to get out of here. Everyone was bonkers. Every single person- would he never be able to trust someone again? What was all of this about?! Why did this happen to him?! He started for the door, feet, scrambling to get to the exit, but a strong pair of arms enveloped his waist.

America sighed as Arthur all but ran out of his grip. Of course he wouldn't stay. Who would want to be with him? Rage followed through his veins. He had told more about himself to Arthur than anybody else in his life. England would have laughed in his face. Getting up, American caught Arthur. Throwing the smaller on to the bed, he straddled Arthur and used one hand to pin Arthur's wrists above his head.

Cold blue eyes glared at the Queen. "That wasn't nice." Duty called and his mask was back on. "Here I thought I could finally make a friend."

Arthur cursed inside his head, trying to control his trembling out of fear. The cold blue eyes were freezing, and it looked tough enough to damage the toughest of materials. "Wh-whot...please...whot are you going to do..." He begged that it wouldn't be some sort of rape; he didn't want it. He didn't want it one bit. America frightened him by now, right ahead of the respect and the pity. Arthur begged internally for mercy.

Blue eyes narrowed. "I will not rape you if that is what you are asking. I am a killer not a rapist. I am going to let your wrists go. If you push me or try to escape, I will chain you to the bed." Then he let go as he promised and sat back on his knees.

Arthur was still and quiet once the hands left from holding his body down. He didn't move save for the intakes of breaths that he took, and he watched America, hands still above his head, waiting for any sort of reaction from him.

America nodded and got off of Arthur. "I am going to get our dinner. Stay here, if you leave I will chain you here and I will eat your food."

Walking off without even looking back, he left the Queen in his side chambers.

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