CC101- Hey guys! Here is the new chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. This is a RP with LadySkarlettofSkaro.

Rachel turned, a widen smile on her face. "Yes my Queen?"

The Queen blushed, looking uneasy. His words, however, he kept steady. "Would you like to help me make the King jealous?"

The servant looked thoughtful. "Why?"

"Well, ah..." He knew that she wouldn't like hearing this, but if he wanted his plan to work, it was better if she knew. "Alfred, our King, has been having several affairs with the maids that work for him. I have a...a love interest in him, but he does not see me as such. I would like to help him realize that whot he is doing is wrong and that one lover...one lover is the better choice."

Her eyes narrowed. "And what do I get in return. I want you, not Alfred with you. Why should I help?"

"W-well..." That caught him off guard. What was he supposed to say to that? "Because you'll have me as a b...boyfriend and a friend as well." He gave her a smile that he hoped she thought was charming. "Wouldn't you appreciate a few kisses from me?"

She stripped again and got in the tub. "I would but what if your plan works, I lose you."

Arthur watched her in case she made any move to advance him like before. "You'd only lose me as a lover. I'd still be a friend to you."

The servant shook her head. "I don't want to be only your friend." She quickly sat on his lap before he even realized she moved, "Only your lover."

The Queen, startled to see her so close to him, moved her off of him. "N-no, I can't do that with you, I'm sorry. A-and plus, you're not old enough. I could get fined for doing this to you."

Rachel laughed. "You're the Queen, no one would charge you."

"I could be dethroned and sent back home. And plus...I don't want anything to accidentally happen and then I end up becoming a father." He didn't want to tell her the embarrassing truth about women unable to arouse him, but if he had to, he would.

"The Clocks chose you as their Queen. I don't think they would give you up so easily. Besides, nothing will happen. I am sterile."

Arthur shook his head. Did she have an answer for everything? "Even if that is true, I...I-I can't get hard for girls." His cheeks flamed; if she had an answer to that, he might have to go so far as to beg for her assistance.

Rachel frowned. "I could try to help you in that instance." Arthur just sat there with the same expression. She sighed and set her head back on to the tub wall. "Fine, if I help you I want something in return."

He sighed that he wouldn't have to use the begging tactic. "Of course, I was thinking you would like something as well. Whot would it be?"

"I want gold, money, and jewels."

Arthur quirked an eyebrow, resisting the urge to laugh. "Talk to the Jack about that. He handles finances."

Rachel copied Arthur. "I thought you didn't want people to know about this besides your King?"

"The Jack of Spades is one of the most trusted people you will ever have the opportunity to meet. He won't tell anyone."

Rachel got out of the tub and tried off. "For now, all I want is a silk gown."

Arthur nodded, following after her. "That can be accomplished. Would you like to be my escort to dinner?"

Rachel looked him up and down with an appreciative look. "No, I would look strange if you suddenly found someone this night, in two days would be best."

Arthur paused upon buttoning his shirt. "Are you sure?"

Rachel nodded. "Positive, I was educated in the ways of the court."

"I...I suppose, if you would prefer it like that." He finished getting undressed; checking himself in the mirror and making sure he looked well dressed and proper. "I'll gather a white dress for you tomorrow. Come by before dinner and I'll have it for you, alright?"

She bowed and winked, "Until later, my Queen."

He nodded, following after her with Illumi right behind him to go eat as well. Arthur was nervous; he was hoping that Alfred wasn't going to be rude or obnoxious. But there was a large amount of doubt inside of him that he would be.

Rachel went to her quarters while Arthur went down to the private dining hall. Several more people came up to him with congratulations or just simply bowed. The Brit smiled and greeted them kindly and politely, thanking them and having a casual conversation. He could see Alfred up ahead of him out of the corner of his eye, but didn't focus his full attention on him.

The King simply walked into the dinner room. He felt pleasantly loose now. Thank god for maids, eh? Sitting in his normal seat, Alfred waited for the other two to join him.

After a minute or so, Arthur also made his way to the dining room, not making eye contact with the King. He could tell he had been with maids; by the way he looked more relaxed than he should have been.

Alfred smiled as the food was brought out. He grabbed several kinds of meat and put them on his plate. "Tell the chef thank you."

Arthur thanked the servants who had brought the food out, and took a small portion of what was left of the meat, a salad and some other side dishes. He tried not to look at him, but at the same time, he wanted so badly to rub in his new love interest. During the quick looks, the Queen noticed something off.

The King was eating the food with surprising manners.

Something was wrong with Alfred. He never used the manners that he was using as of right now! What was wrong with that? He risked a quick glimpse up at the King, and found his stomach flipping over. He looked handsomer than usual, and besides the awkward air around them, he wondered if he was going somewhere with a maid.

"Why are you staring at me?" Alfred asked not looking up from his food.

"You seem different," he stated, bowing his head and focusing on his food when he felt his face burn in embarrassment. "Going somewhere?"

"No, I have nothing but work for after dinner. Yao and I are writing my speech."

His eyes narrowed in suspicion. "I see." He dragged a few pieces of lettuce through some dressing on the side. "Whot will the speech be for?"

"Spades is the strongest Kingdom at the moment. We have a lot of money but it is going to waste. Under Yao's management, he and I will go through the numbers. Any amount of money missing will be charged from the royals, who hold lordship under that task. Before I left, I got them to sign an agreement to review and change the spending plan," Alfred explained as he cut up his salad. "I want to try to get some public work projects going on. Get the people a better economy."

"Hm. Anything I can do?"

"Think of a project for the people. Like building a bridge, or something that not only will help the people but making the project something we can use later. I wouldn't mind a road project; it would speed up travel time and bring down costs on travel taxes on item."

He nodded. "Alright. I'll give you some ideas tomorrow afternoon. Anything else I can do to help relieve some stress, or are the maids already doing that for you?"

Alfred's eyes narrowed. "You could get off your high horse for one." He was generally annoyed now. Arthur was NEVER going to let this down was he...? Setting his silverware down, he sighed. "Look Arthur, we need a serious talk but without the maid issue. It's causing stress that we don't need right now. Please drop it!"

The Queen put on a look of apathy that he had taught himself to wear. "If you would like a serious talk, let's have it right now, if you would like to. I have things to tend to tonight, and I'd rather not be brewing with words to say."

Alfred pushed his food away. "Please by all means, start talking. I only ask that you do not twist my words as you have a habit of doing."

Arthur slammed his fork on the table and shoved his food away. "If you really want me to start, as you have a habit of doing maids," he began. "I think whot I'd first like to know is why you even decide to do it with them. I met one of them earlier, and she was kind enough until she said she was one of your maids. She said you stopped doing them when I was gone, but now it seems as if you've started again, considering the way you look so relaxed as if nothing is wrong, but let me tell you something, 'Your Highness'. To have a relationship such as the ones who you have- though a relationship is not whot you're having with them- is unhealthy, because they are young women who will one day marry and bear children and not have time for fooling around, and then that will leave you with nothing."

"Another thing is that your words are completely empty, because you've stated that you want to be forgiven or start anew, and yet you get my hopes up by flirting with me- which, in case you're too daft to notice, was all thanks to you saying that I could cuddle into you and act needy for a lover's touch- before telling me that we shouldn't be doing this and that I took it too far. Well, it's hard to control yourself when the person you love offers for you to act like you need a lover, and don't you even deny ever saying that because you have, and I will make sure you are never forgiven by me because with the way you're acting, you only want an appearance in the Kingdom to make yourself look good, and not for your own good, for it was, you would actually be putting in a factor called effort and not acting like a right arse!"

Alfred held his hands together by his fingers. He calmly listened to Arthur. There was silence between them as Alfred thought of what exactly to say. So far they tried to have these conversations but each time they failed.

"I thought I asked you to drop the maid thing but since you brought it up we might as well clear it. I sleep with the maids because three reasons. One, it feels good. Two, it's a great stress reliever. Three, I am not looking for a relationship! The maids find me attractive and vise verse." Alfred took a breath. "On the other hand, Once again you twist my words. When I said 'to want a lover's touch, I only meant cuddling! I never meant for it to go that far. As for my reputation, if I truly only wanted an outer appearance of perfection, why would I continue to try after we have left public view. I have made mistakes yes, but I can only change one thing at a time!"

"You're a pig, Alfred Jones. You only want the girls for your own selfish needs, and you're a twat for wanting something like that! And another thing, you did not specify in cuddling, so if I had known I would not have started to kiss you- which you had started by kissing me first, so my actions are because of yours but it has always been you never owning up to them! And in addition to that, you haven't been making any chances so far, you twat! Whot have you changed?!"

"Says you Arthur! I find no shame in admitting I have a sex life! Every man has needs Arthur, even you! As for the kiss, I already said it was my fault! I admitting to getting too caught up in the game! I also have tried to be attentive you your feelings because you're always telling me I never do!" Alfred yelled in return. He felt furious, honestly wanted to punch a wall but now was neither the time nor place. "I try Arthur, I do but I can never get into your head until it's too late."

"I have a sex life; I've done it more than you probably ever had! And you never have paid any bit of attention to me until now; after all I've tried to do to keep the Kingdom in check and not from falling apart! And the reason why you can never get into my head is because you go at the last minute, and there are chances for you to get inside, but at that time, the only thing on your mind is one thing, and that's yourself!" Arthur yelled in return.

Alfred stood up at that. "I am selfish? Who was the person that ran away from their problems? Who obviously whored himself out to that King you spent time with?" Alfred smirked as he saw Arthur's face change. "I know for a fact Arthur that you left the Castle a virgin! You are just as selfish as I am, maybe more!" He slowly walked up to Arthur. "You are just jealous. If you let it blind you, we will get nowhere."

Arthur was hurt by Alfred. Was it such a big deal that Alfred had had more opportunities at sex? To the King, maybe, but the Queen...no. If there was love to be returned, he would go for it. He had thought Alfred had had that, but he was wrong. The Queen didn't know why he was attracted to him in the first place. He was nothing but a boy from the poor district. A farm boy, who reveled in the riches and acted selfishly, who didn't even think twice about where he placed his dick. What he saw as a kind and handsome man was now a rude and internally ugly person that he didn't want to talk to again.

He didn't know what he was doing but as soon as Alfred was in front of him, his hand had flown forward and had dropped back to the table empty, the contents of the wine now soaking into the younger male's clothes. Arthur breathed out; he had always wanted to do that.

"I'm done with this," he whispered. "Tomorrow afternoon, I will meet you in the library to discuss your speech. If you need me, I will be in my chambers." Not waiting for a response, he turned around, picked up Illumi from his position on the table, and walked out of the private dining area.

Alfred blinked as the wine hit his face. All the anger seemed to drip down with the wine. Sighing he took off his robe had the damage. Calling in a servant, he bid the male to bring it to the wash. After that was done, Alfred slowly walked to Arthur's room. The Queen took his words the wrong way again. When he was at the door, he heard crying. 'Great as if that makes me feel batter.'

Knocking on the door, Alfred called, "Arthur. Let me in."

The Queen had gone back to his room, his face buried into Illumi's fur as he tried to stop the tears. He did not love Alfred. He did not love Alfred. He did not love Alfred!

And yet he did at the same time.

He collapsed to the ground in a heap, quietly hiding his face inside of his sleeves and hands. Alfred was cruel, Alfred was merciless, and he hated Alfred strongly. He had thought his strong dislike for Francis of the Kingdom of Diamonds and the Ace, Antonio, was the top of his list, but they had been knocked down by his own King.

Upon hearing Alfred knock and his voice, his quiet weeping sped up in volume and intensity. He hated being seen so weak, and he tried to hide it, but he only made it worse when he broke even more.

Alfred knocked on the door again. "Arthur, let me in. Please Arthur!"

Minutes past and the door didn't move. Trying a different approach, the King put his hand on the door knob. It opened ever so slowly. Peeking his head through, Alfred saw Arthur crying. Feeling guilty again, he came in, shut, and locked the door behind him. Carefully, he sat on Arthur's bed and waited for the other to say something.

Arthur was silent, kneeling on the ground with his shoulders hunched and his arms how hugging himself. He wanted nothing more than to stay in that position and let the world disappear from sight. But now, he had Alfred to, once again, deal with.

"W-well," he spoke after another few minutes of silence, hiccupping. "Th-there's no more damage t-to make, Alfred." He took a few breaths, closing his eyes and trying to control his breathing. "H-how else would you like to break me..."

"I am not trying to break or damage you Arthur. I've told you 'I don't hate you.'" Alfred said slowly.

He faced the King with a sharp glare and a fight ready; "Well your actions are speaking louder than your words right now, and you're really doing a good job of showing you hate me! Make a fucking decision!"

"Why do you think I hate you Arthur? When did I ever say that?" Alfred questioned. "I only dish out what I receive. For my point of view, it is you who hates me!"

"I-I can't hate you, b-but you always end up saying something rude, o-or being disrespectful to me! I-I've told you already that I loved you, I thought I made that clear when I returned, so don't you- dare try to blame this on me! Why can't you just owe up to your actions for once?!"

"Owe up to my actions?" Alfred looked at him. "Fine, I am sorry I yelled at you. I am sorry I mistreated you. I am sorry I didn't do my share of the paperwork. I am sorry I never seem to do anything right."

After that the tension seemed to break. The two high royals just stared at each other, never once blinking. It felt like forever before one of them spoke again.

"Y-you do things right, just not at the right time." Arthur wiped at his eyes, grimacing at the water he found. "You have good intentions, and you're a good kid, but not everyone can always be good. With every good comes a bad, right?"

Alfred nodded. Silence lasted between the two of them. Eventually, Alfred picked Arthur up and set him on the bed.

More silence.

"Where do we go from here?" Alfred asked, finally breaking the silence.

Arthur removed the remainder of the tear tracks from his eyes. "I...I won't bother you anymore. Obviously, we have to work with each other, but my heart, it...it doesn't hold love for you anymore. I, I'm going to try and focus on the Kingdom and my new relationship, so..." He managed a weak, watery smile. "I won't be too heartbroken."

The King looked over. He gave a weak smile in return. "I have goal I think we should both try; friends. If we can do that, I think we could be okay." That had been his earlier goal.

The smaller male nodded. "That sounds good. I can do friends."

Alfred gives off a brighter smile. "Thank you." Standing up, he looks down slightly remorseful. "I truly am sorry about breaking your heart though."

Arthur shook his head, giving a quiet but sad chuckle. "You're fine. I'll have a friendship to replace my crush."

Trying to start things off right, Alfred gave a small bow. "I will see you later my Queen."

Arthur slowly stood up and mimicked his movements. "I will see you later as well, my King."

Smiling, Alfred goes to the door. Unlocking it, the King walked back to his room.

Arthur looked down at Illumi, who was staring up at him and the door as if he couldn't comprehend what had occurred. "I think...things are going to be much better from now on, Illumi." He picked up America's letter, and started to devise a response.

Dear Arthur,

I miss you and Patches misses Illumi. It is lonely now, not having you on board. We have finally set out back for the Chesslands. The chefs demand we go ashore to get more spices. The soldiers just want to go home. The road ahead is long but doable. I am sure we will get there fine.

As for Alfred, I can only give so much advice. Remember to try something new, you could be surprised. My own love life is put on hold as an ocean separates me from England. I believe that the best thing for me to do is be direct.

Hoping for the best,

America

Arthur smiled at the letter. Quickly, he got ink and parchment to respond.

Dear America,

Give Patches some extra love from both Illumi and I. I miss the beauty rather well; my personality was equivalent to hers, if I may say so myself. I wish you luck on your journey; I expect a few storms might be brewing soon, if I am correct. Make sure you are safe before they hit your vessel. I pity your soldiers; assure them that they will be home soon, that every second that passes, they are closer to getting home, and it might lift their spirits some.

Alfred and I have talked, and we both have decided to stay as friends. I no longer hold love for him, but hopefully a friendship is a better idea for us. Being direct would be a good thing; and, since I assume England like me, when you return, I would bring some rare species of beautiful flowers that will make him smile while you ask for his hand and heart. Set the mood, be cautious yet loving. I'm sure everything will turn out well.

Sending you hope,

Arthur

When that was done, Arthur tied it to Freedom. The eagle beat her wings and took off. The widow shook as she went past. Then Arthur was suddenly alone as Illumi wandered off as he was writing.

Arthur was extremely glad that he and Alfred had both agreed that being friends was a good start for them. He would vow to stop trying to pick at his flaws and let them relax around one another. That was what they would be; friends and Kingdom officials. They were both devoted to anything they put their minds to, so he was positive everything would end up alright in the end.

The small smile never left his face, even as he slept through the night.

CC101- Please review. Authors love constructive criticism. Also, so I don't forget. And don't forget to go on my profile to vote for which story chapter I should post next!

Dear Leo (Guest),

Hi, you must be new to Hetalia, or at least the fanfiction fandom of it. Maybe you haven't read a lot of fanfictions about England/Arthur.

Whot, is the British pronunciation of 'what', as my RP partner tries to write in accents.

Love,

CC101