CC101- Hey guys! Its been a long time! As I told you before, I had a German exchange student stay with me! It was soooo cool but she was so slow! I don't think ever moved AMERICAN fast in her life!

With that I would like to make a HUGE announcement for everyone! Please Pay attention to this message.

Dear Guest,

I would like to thank you for reviewing the story. I am sorry that you did not like the way I write. My RP partner and I write in what we call Realistic Writing. We write so that you can read their accent. You could also call this Sectionalism. I am curious though. You told me that I didn't need to be stereotypical with everything but why are you watching Hetalia? The show is based off of stereotypes. So wouldn't it make sense to use stereotypical accents for stereotypical characters in a stereotypical anime? I will not be changing my style.

Love,

CC101

Alfred gave a huge smile as the break was now in effect. "THANK THE GODS! I thought it would never end!" He stood up and did some light stretches. "Time to eat!"

"Where do you want to go?" Arthur asked tiredly, covering his mouth to stifle a yawn. He was always feeling tired lately.

"Well, come with me before I answer."

The Queen followed the King through the winding corridors before they went outside to the steps that led to the entrance of the building. On the far side of the cobblestone was a Spades carriage for them. Curious, he asked, "Whot do you need to tell me?"

Alfred was silent as he walked into the carriage.

"Alfred?" The older went after his King. "Al, whot are you doing?"

Alfred spoke with the driver before putting his head back in. "I will explain at the Tooth castle."

Arthur crossed his arms, staring at the King stubbornly. "Whot is that supposed to mean? You can tell me right here."

"Not in public."

The green-eyed Queen blinked in reaction, not making a move forward. The ride was a little over 10 minutes. The driver hopped down and opened the door for the King and Queen. Alfred ceremoniously offered his arm to Arthur once he got out. The smaller yet older male took the hand offered and gently stepped out of the carriage. He looked around the area and up at the Tooth, and then frowned at Alfred. "Why did you bring me here?"

"Because this is where all the royals are staying."

"Okay, but whot the hell is so important that you have to tell me here?"

"Not now!" Alfred hissed softly, "In the room."

"Alfred, whot the hell?!" He followed after the King quickly to their destination, the Queen getting angrier the more they walked. The halls were all stone. They had the usual blue and purple theme found in Spades. Several servants bowed as they made their way through. "Alfred, you're really starting to piss me off, so there better be a good reason for dragging me here."

"I promise. Just wait a bit longer. Please."

"Alfred fucking Jones!" Arthur stopped where he was with a sharp glare. "You explain to me right now whot the hell you're doing, or else I'm not moving!"

Alfred looked at him, hurt laced in his eyes. "I am trying to get us to a nice meal but never mind!" He walked away with a brisk pace.

The Queen tugged the King back. "Wait! Explain this, you're getting me worried, where are you taking me?"

"I was taking you to lunch but never mind now!"

"No, Alfred." He grabbed both of his arms and forced him to look at him. "I didn't know where you were taking me, I got nervous. If I don't know where I am or where I'm being taken, I get anxious and stubborn. I'm sorry, just...you seemed too serious and stone-faced and I was confused and anxious and I'm sorry. Can you... Can you forgive me?"

Alfred smiled mischief in his eyes. "Only if you stop asking questions."

"Yes, of course!" Arthur grinned. "I will, I promise!"

The King nodded and started to drag the other again. They got to their own wing of the Tooth and to Alfred's room. The American ushered the Brit into the closet. The Queen started to ask a question as to why they were in a closet but stopped. He had promised to not ask questions, after all.

Alfred ran over to a chest and started to search. Then he gave a cry of victory. He turned and handed Arthur a bundle of brown clothing. "Put this on!"

Arthur stared at the bundle in curiosity and confusion, but did as he was told. He soon discovered it was commoners clothing. The older looked at the taller in confusion, only to see he was also dressed in the same outfit. Arthur bit his tongue to resist the urge to ask why they were dressed as such.

Alfred looked excited then sullen. "I am going to show you something but you can't tell anyone. Promise?" He held up his pinky finger.

Arthur nodded, and intertwined his pinky with his. "I won't tell a soul."

Alfred giggled. "This is my favorite part of this castle!" He quickly ran over to the mirror in the closet. Pressing against a bulging part of the frame of the golden mirror, Alfred pushed the looking-glass backwards.

Arthur took a step forward, but stopped when he saw the sight in front of him. It was all wooden! It was servants' passages! Most castles did away with these when the servants got better rights but apparently not the Tooth!

Alfred smiled as he got into the passage. "These are abandoned. Don't worry!"

The green-eyed Queen sighed, following after the King. "I'm only going with you because I trust you."

The King pouted. "Maybe I'll leave you in here if you have that attitude. This is supposed to be fun!"

"I've never been in a servants' passage before, it's just a bit chilling for me to witness and deal with." He moved close towards Alfred, not wanting to admit that he didn't enjoy spaces like this.

"Can you use magic to illuminate this or should I get a candle? Once I shut the door it is all dark. The candles that were once in here are melted or gone."

Arthur held out his palm with fingers spread and a ball of light floated above his palm, spreading light around the area. His grasp tightened on the Queen's Clock that was hidden in his large cotton shirt. He needed the time-telling device to control his magic or it would explode in his face. Alfred shut the mirror and it got a lot darker just like Alfred said. Thankfully, the light definitely did assist them in allowing them see their way through the narrow tunnel. Arthur gestured towards the path in front of them. "Lead the way."

The taller started to move down the left hall. He whispered. "No talking."

Arthur nodded, staying close to him so that they could both see where they were going.

They made several turns and gone down two sets of steps. Alfred decided to mess with the Queen. He stopped at a split passage. "Ummm, I can't remember. It's it right or left?"

"Oh please tell me you're joking," Arthur groaned, rubbing his eyes. "Don't get us lost, please! I'm tired and hungry and by now I don't care where we go as long as it's somewhere."

"Even if I took you to Francis's room?"

"Sure. As long as all of my clothes are on and you're with me, I'll even go there." He leaned against the King. "Just go with whotever you want."

Alfred felt a blush on his face. "In that case, we take a left."

The Queen was silent as they took a few more turns and continued on this strange journey until Alfred stopped, causing the smaller to do the same. "Are we here?"

"Yup! This tunnel ends up in a place you won't like though."

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Whot does that mean?"

"This passage was special. It was for the head of the people here to visit a certain place without his wife noticing."

"Hm..." Arthur nodded after a moment of silence. "I'd rather not find out then. Who knows whot could be there?"

Alfred laughed. "Silly Arthur. I know what's up there. I just don't know if you'll be ok to walk thought it."

The smaller blushed as he thought of something. 'Is he suggesting he carry me?' The Brit sputtered out his response; "W-well then, if you want to carry me, you just have to ask!"

The King sighed. This isn't what he meant at all. "Arthur, this is a secret entrance to a whore house. However it is also our only way out," Alfred stated bluntly.

"O-oh." He looked away in embarrassment. "In that case, of course I'll be fine! Why wouldn't I?"

"Because they think we are customers and try to seduce me or you, both of us really..." Alfred admitted.

"I'll be fine, Alfred, really. The worse they can do is tie, gag and blindfold me, and do with me as they please."

Alfred laughed again. "Good point." He pushed against a panel and it moved forward.

Arthur let the light in his hand dim out as the door opened and he stepped through after Alfred. The room was surprisingly clean. It was all stone with lavish furniture. The color of Spades appeared all around the room. Arthur looked around; they were thankfully alone…for now.

Alfred quickly shut the door. "If we are quick, they won't catch us."

The older nodded, following quietly and trying to avoid any sort of noise. Alfred quickly put them out on the street. But that didn't mean that the two didn't hear or see anything. "I have never smelled that much...liquid in my life," he cringed, glaring at the door as they departed. "I thought we would have gotten noticed."

"We might be coming back. Now quickly, we must hurry and be low. Remember you're not a Queen here."

"Right." He looked around wearily and started after Alfred once again, both quicker than before. "If you don't mind, exactly, where are you taking me?"

"I taking you to a café," he stated as he maneuvered Arthur whenever the other would almost do something wrong. He made a turn down several streets and the duo seemed to be headed toward the docks.

"But...why? There isn't a special occasion, is there? Your birthday passed just a few months ago."

Alfred smiled as he spotted the café in the distance. "Because, we are here. I want you to meet some old friends of mine."

"Oh...alright." He supposed he would just have to trust Alfred with this. "I'd be glad to meet them."

"Can you see the green shop?"

Arthur looked passed him, and down the street. A multitude of people crowded the streets and the smell of fish was heavy in the air. About a half a mile down, Arthur eventually spotted it and nodded. The green building was a small cafe with decorations on the wall different thing, both big and small but if all seemed to fit together.* There were a few tables outside. They were all filled with sailors and commoners.

Alfred smiled at the place. "It's a curry café."

Even though he was unsure of the term, the Brit nodded. Perhaps they had some alcohol!

Alfred smiled as he brought Arthur to the door. "My friends are owners of the café. They are twins from the county of India. Their specialty is curry."

"I remember having curry when I was younger. But I haven't had it in so long." He smiled. "My brothers used to do disgusting things to our food when we had a bountiful amount, so I never had a chance to fully enjoy it."

The King smiled. "Well I am sure you will enjoy this much better." He turned his head to see the twins coming towards them. "Speak of the devils!"

Arthur smiled at the two as Alfred cheerfully greeted them.

"Adil, Asha! I missed you, old friends!"

"Good to see you too!" The male of the twins greeted, hugging the King first before his sister, Asha, did the same. "It's been so long!"

Alfred smiled even wider. "You look well." He turned to gesture to Arthur. "Where is my head? Asha, Adil, this is my Queen, Arthur Kirkland."

"Nice to meet you both," Arthur bowed to them before taking Adil's hand for a shake, and kissing the top of Asha's.

"Oh! You two are a couple?" Asha smiled at the two.

The Queen blushed, at a loss for words from the surprise of the question.

"Yes, he is my husband. We have been married for six years now." Alfred answered as Arthur seemed to be tongue tied.

"She means like a romantic couple," Adil smiled. "You know: hold hands, kiss, and take long walks together. That kind of couple."

Arthur covered his face with one hand, groaning and wishing he could disappear. He only hoped Alfred's reaction wouldn't be bad.

"What do you think husband means in India?" Alfred asked raising an eyebrow.

Asha giggled. "No, no, I said couple. Do you two kiss and hold hands and enjoy each other's company thoroughly?"

"And I said that he is my husband." Alfred restated slowly.

"We show affection in private, madam," Arthur, having finally found his voice, spoke with a smile, even though he was lying to her. "In the public eye, we do not show it as much."

"Ohhh, I see!" She winked at them both. "You two make such a nice pair. You look good together!"

Alfred, slightly blushing now, nodded. "Thank you. Now if you don't mind, I would love some of your curry, Asha."

"Of course!" Asha scurried back to the kitchen, looking back at the two one last time before disappearing into the back.

"She's still a troublesome one," Adil smiled with a shake of his head.

"I can see," Arthur mused, looking from Alfred to the King's friend.

Adil gave a big smile. "Your table awaits, my King and Queen." He bowed and started to head to the private place.

Alfred, grabbing Arthur's hand, followed as he shook his head. "We are incognito."

"Ah." He nodded. "That would make sense of your style of dress."

Adil turned around, worried about the incognito's validity. "Would you still like to eat in private then?"

Arthur shrugged. "Either is fine. The food is whot matters, after all."

Alfred nodded. "Please and thank you, Adil." The three got into a special room that Alfred had been before many times.

"You two have a very good eye for decorating," Arthur commented as they were seated. "It makes you feel like you're actually in a Bollywood restaurant."

Bollywood is a village in India famous for actors in plays. A kind of a play on of words on Hollywood which was in America. Or was it the other way around? Alfred never figured it out really.

Adil smiled. "Thank you, glad you like it." Then Adil took their drink order, promising to be back soon. Arthur looked around the area, still a bit curious as to why Alfred had brought him here but at the same time fascinated by everything in the restaurant.

"Do you like it here?"

"It's beautiful," the Queen incognito smiled, glancing back at Alfred. "Everything has such a story that tells of their heritage and culture." His grin only seemed to get bigger. "Thank you for taking me."

"Of course!" Alfred said smiling. The American was beyond pleased that Arthur liked the restaurant.

Adil came back with their drinks, informing the two that the specials would be out soon enough. Both thanked him, and then he was off.

"The only thing is: I'm worried we're going to be late for our meeting again."

"No we won't." Alfred tool a few sips of the lemonade. "We are using the siesta time. Most commoners can't use it. They need to keep working to support their families."

"True." Arthur twirled his glass in his hand, the ice clicking against the edges. "Are there any more surprises I should be prepared for?"

"Hello, brother!"

The glass dropped from the Queen's hand, spilling the contents just as he had gone to take a sip, and he turned, staring into the bright-eyed face of his younger brother. "Peter!"

Alfred jumped up and drew a dagger from a holster located around his waist, toward the back. "Why are you here?!" He stepped in front of Arthur. No more Jokers were going to hurt his Queen!

"Alfred, relax, he doesn't have any weapons!" The Queen scolded the King, taking his little brother by the ear so that he could look at him properly. "Do you?"

"Of course not! I just wanted to see you!" Peter grinned, only raising their suspicion.

Alfred didn't put away the metal weapon. "Then speak. I am not in the mood to dine with Jokers."

"Put down the weapon, Your Majesty," Peter gave a mock bow with a sneer. "I have an important message that I need to tell you." He looked up sweetly at his older brother. "Please dismiss yourself, big brother! It is only for the King of Spades."

The Queen glanced up to Alfred for his response.

Alfred shook his head. "I am not in the mood for Jokers. Scram kid." He glared.

Peter stomped his foot as Arthur snuck out of the dining area unnoticed. "This is extremely important, King Alfred. If you don't listen to my words, it could cause destruction!" He pushed the taller down into his chair. "Here, sit down! I have to tell you!"

Alfred's eyes narrowed. "Tell me quick then. My patience is wearing thin." The dagger was still in his hand.

Peter stood in front of Alfred with a wide, bright beam that was full of mischief. "As of lately, the head Joker- that's Gilbert- and I have been examining you and your Queen and we are here to say that if you do not come to terms with your feelings of romance and love for Arthur, then it will be too late for you to get any better in your relationship than you are."

Alfred just stared at Peter. "What?!" He stands up. "What does that even mean?! I am perfectly fine with how our relationship has turned out!"

The young Joker giggled. "It's obvious! You defend him against any attack, no matter what it is- even family! You don't want harm for him, and you would do anything to see his smile and, of course," the boy used a chair to get to eye level with the King, "those beautiful, shining emerald eyes that have a spark inside of them whenever his lips rise into a smile. We know you can't resist him, and if you aren't careful, someone will come along and steal him for themselves and give him what you never did."

The King just stood there, half glaring, half-stunned.

"So you have to make your decision. Admit your feelings for my older brother and live a truly happy life with him or, you can leave him alone, come to terms with your feelings, and suffer from keeping them inside for the rest of your lives when Arthur finds another heart to hold."

Alfred was between anger and embarrassment. What did Peter know?! He was just a kid, Arthur's younger brother! "Get OUT! Be gone you demon child! I am an adult and King! I can make my own decisions! Arthur is my Queen! MINE!"

Peter only laughed at him, skipping off towards the exit. "Think about what I said, Alfred! If you say he's your Queen, show that he is!" The boy left hastily, and was replaced by Arthur who entered after his brother had left.

"Alfred, are you alright?" He asked with a hint of worry on his face and in his voice. "I came back from the washroom and heard you screaming.

Alfred whipped around. The dark blue eyes searched Arthur's frame. 'Where did he say this "America" was? No, he refused to tell me! He could be here! In this city!' He thought although furious. Alfred put away the dagger and marched toward his Queen. "If I ever get my hands on that damn brat." He pulled Arthur back to his seat. "We are eating and leaving."

Arthur sighed and took Alfred's hand in his. He was used to his "paranoia attacks", as he dubbed them. It took a few soothing words to get him back in a serene state again. "Al, I need you to calm down for me and tell me whot happened, alright?" His long, thin fingers rubbed the other's hand. "Can you do that for me? Please? I'd like to hear whot happened."

Alfred shook his head. "No!"

"Come on, Alfred, please? Your brother wouldn't want you to look this upset, no matter whot the reason." He smiled sweetly at him. "Please tell me."

The King sighed. He had calmed down greatly from Arthur talking but he still didn't want to tell Arthur. "It was for my ears only. It was a warning for the Kingdom."

Arthur was relieved when his eyes dimmed down to sky blue again, although they were a darker shade than normal. "It couldn't have been too bad, could it?"

Alfred rubbed his forehead. He didn't know how to react to this. He didn't want to think about this. "Arthur, I don't want to talk about it."

The Queen frowned. "Alright, if you don't want to talk about it, I'll leave it alone."

"Thank you."

Arthur smiled as the two friends sat down to eat; Asha and Adil coming out with their plates of food. Both were given the same dish, and Arthur simply adored it. Alfred informed him this was the most expensive meal and it was what made the restaurant famous. And Arthur could see why; the rice and vegetables were packed with flavor that made him eat twice the speed he normally ate. He wished the restaurant was closer to the Castle so they could have it easily available.

Alfred laughed, bringing him out of his funk. "Slow down there! Now you know how I feel." He winked at the twins who now sat across the table.

Arthur waited until he chewed and swallowed what was in his mouth before speaking. "It's bloody delicious, I'm sorry! I wish they were closer to home so we can have this at any time." He was too busy eating to realize that there were a few pieces of rice stuck on the side of his mouth. Luckily, Alfred did see.

Chuckling loudly, the taller and younger of the four leaned over closer to Arthur. Alfred used one hand to grasped Arthur's face, while his thumb was used to wipe the rice away. Seeing that the rice stuck to his thumb, the King brought it to his own mouth and sucked on it. "You're right. It is tasty!" Alfred said smirking with a wink.

Arthur's cheeks darkened in a dusty red, and he laughed. "Now you know how I feel."

"Not really. I find this more amusing than 'a slap in the face of proper manners'."

"Well, you do tend to get caught in the moment while eating regularly. It's absolutely charming to see meat all over that dashing face of yours."

Asha and Adil laughed as Alfred's face burned a dark red color. The King spluttered out, "At least I don't get dreamy-eyed over those things you call scones!"

The Queen chuckled, his blush growing brighter. "Oh hush you, like I haven't seen you talk to the food like it's a child. And those scones are delicious!"

"Those hamburgers are delicious! You just have no sense of taste, hence the scones!"

"I do too have a sense of taste! At least I can eat daintily and not have all of these...these food leftovers on my face when I eat!"

Now Alfred smirked. "Oh?" He practically leaned on top of the Queen. "Then what did I just do less than five minutes ago?"

Arthur chuckled, leaning close to Alfred so that their noses touched. "You took a few rice pieces from the corners of my mouth. But I wasn't digging into food as if I had never eaten."

The King was suddenly aware of just how close their lips were. His treacherous mind went back to Peter's words 'Admit you love my brother.' Alfred opened his mouth to say something but it never came out.

Asha stood up. "Stop! No sex in our restaurant!"

The Queen sat back in shock and embarrassment. "W-we weren't...n-no, we weren't going to have sex!"

Adil raised an eyebrow. "Really? Alfred was leaning over you and you were close to kissing."

"N-no, we weren't! Like I said before, we don't show our affection for each other in public, and that goes for kissing as well." Arthur glanced at Alfred quickly for a bit of assistance.

Still the before mentioned was frozen in place. He was still blushing hard. "I-I-"

Arthur's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Are you alright, Al?"

Alfred nodded after a time. He tried to calm himself inwardly. He didn't need that image... Thanks Asha. "Y-Yes."

The green-eyed male wasn't so sure. He stood up and leaned over the table to press their foreheads together. "You look awfully pale. Are you getting sick?"

Asha slammed her hands on the table. "I said no sex!" She picked Alfred up and pushed him to the door. "Play nurse with your beautiful Queen later! I don't want to hear or see that."

"We weren't going to have sex!" Arthur protested as he, too, was kicked out. "I was seeing other was-"

The door shut on both the King and Queen.