CC101- So I finally got off my ass and got the next chapter done! Hurrah for me!

Disclaimer- I don't own Hetalia

Arthur and Alfred hadn't been slowly walking down the hall in quiet conversation for seven minutes before a hand landed on both their shoulders, causing them both to jump and Arthur to groan.

"I 'eard you two being razer loud zis morning," the King of Diamonds smirked at the duo .His demeanor promised nothing but annoyance and teasing for the two Spades Royals. "Anyzing 'appen?"

"No, we are going to eat," stated Alfred, trying to be civil and hold Arthur back with an out stretched arm at the same time.

"Oh?" Francis chuckled. "You two were quite, eh...rowdy outside. And when I looked out, you two were on ze ground."

"We weren't doing anything," Arthur growled harshly, glaring at the Frenchman, if he even deserved to be called a man. He was exhausted and feeling tired made him cranky. Even though he was sleeping longer, Arthur felt as if every move he made was ten times harder than it should be.

Alfred laughed. "We were having a race! I knew I wouldn't win so I tackled him."

Arthur smirked ,feeling some energy return, and turning to face Alfred with his emerald orbs shining with triumph. "So you knew I would win?"

"Maybe if it were a longer race, you wouldn't. My legs are longer than yours, so I would have won a longer race!" Alfred proclaimed. "Besides, you Arthur, had a head start on me!"

"Whotever, Alfred." Arthur argued. "My legs are not that much smaller than your own! You are just a sore loser!" Looking at his King, Arthur saw the fire to continue the 'fight' but it was interrupted by Francis.

Francis looked from one to the other and sneered. "You two are so in love, it's so beautiful!" He grinned maliciously.

Alfred blushed, his dream slightly coming back to him. "We ain't in love! You're just a pervert!"

"Honestly, Frog," Arthur glared. "You need to mind your own damn business."

The Diamond King shrugged. "It does not matter, mes ami. I believe you two 'ave shared ze same bed."

The King of Spades tilted his head slightly in confusion. "What do you mean? I slept in my own bed."

"Right, right, right, and I am a pure, innocent virgin," responded Francis.

Arthur started to protest, but Alfred quickly spoke before him in a loud and warning tone. "I am serious. Just ask one of my maids. I slept alone last night! Quit causing trouble and leave us alone Francis." The Spadian King glared at the King of Diamonds and waved him away, as if the flirty blond was an unneeded servant. "Now look, we are at the meeting room, just leave. Francis."

The older King chuckled and entered the meeting room, ignoring the denial. The Frenchman walked to where his Queen and Jack were already sitting, a long table with a yellow tablecloth.

The Queen of Spades crossed his arms with a roll of his eyes. "He's a pathetic waste of a frog," he mumbled as he moved to the table with a purple tablecloth, which Yao was already sitting at, settling down on the chair to right of Alfred's seat.

"Nah, he is a waste of air..." Alfred murmured sourly. He sat in his rightful place (the middle chair) then had a servant bring his usual breakfast: five pieces of bacon, three eggs, a gigantic glass of milk, two slices of buttered toast, and four sausage patties.

Arthur sat beside him, as his plate was brought to him: two slices of bacon, a three-egg cheese omelette, two slices of lightly (barely) buttered toast (or, as Alfred had called them, charcoal slices) and a cup of his morning tea. Hopefully, the meal would give him the energy to get through the day. The older eyed their plates and gave a tired laugh; their similarities and differences were too obvious.

"I like my meat," Alfred said defensively as he noticed the look.

"I wasn't insulting you," the older chuckled. "I find it amusing how we're so different and yet we don't even realize it."

The American looked puzzled. "What do you mean? We are total opposites! North and South. Fire and Water. Earth and Sky We are ying and yang as Yao would say."

"I know...sometimes I forget just how opposite we are, yeah?" Arthur restated, trying to get the American to understand.

Alfred shook his head. "No, I don't understand what you mean."

The Queen of Spades thought for several moments. "It doesn't... See, for me, at least, I don't see how we're different unless it's blatantly stated. It doesn't seem like we're very different when we actually are close to polar opposites."

The taller shook his head in response. "I don't see it that way. I am constantly reminded that we are different." He blushed a bit, realizing he just erred. "Not that its bad or anything! I like how we are different!"

Arthur chuckled at the suddenly nervous King. "I get whot you mean, don't worry. I like it too, but it slips my mind from time to time...like I don't notice it sometimes."

Alfred nodded, now somewhat understanding what his Queen met. Starting on his last piece of toast, he let his eyes wander all over the room. Diamonds were eating a rather fancy breakfast, Clubs were finished with their meals and waiting for the others to finish their meals, and last but not least, Hearts were strangely absent. Alfred narrowed his eyes at the thought. Hearts was never late.

The Queen, nibbling quietly on his own toast, looked where his dear friend was staring. "Whot is it?"

"Where is Hearts? They are not here." Alfred stated loud enough for the others to hear him as well.

Yao, who just looked up from his book, frowned. "Strange, aru. Kiku not say he leave."

"You saw him today though, yeah?" Arthur asked.

The Jack nodded slowly. "We slept together last night aru. We walk here, but he left..."

Alfred held back a perverted comment. He knew that this was important and not a time to be joking around. He raised his voice so everyone in the room could hear him, "Clubs? Have you seen Hearts?"

Ivan looked over with a grin. "Dey return to rooms to look over today's list!" He replied cheerfully.

Alfred nodded his thanks. "Well then, we just wait. Perhaps their Jack must have forgotten something, that's all."

"For how long? Vhot if they don't come back all day?" The Jack of Diamonds complained. "Nobody vants to be stuck in here if Hearts has left.

Yao glared over at them. "No talking like that, aru. They coming back."

Alfred looked at Yao, trying to be soothing. "I am sure they will."

"Hm..." The Jack of Spades stated while playing with the tablecloth. "I suppose you're right." Then a flower landed in Yao's lap. "What this, aru?" The Jack picked up the bright red flower, and Arthur and Alfred could see the beautiful petals made the plant shaped like a heart. Yao smiled at the sight and looked up at his lover. "Nǐ hǎo!"

But Yao was disappointed to find out it was Francis. The King of Diamonds smiled down at him, having moved from his spot at Diamond's table to just behind Yao's chair.

"O-oh..." The older glanced away sadly. "Hello, aru..."

"Bonjour," Francis greeted, smirking slightly.

"I thought I smelled something disgusting," Arthur groaned. His exhaustion was not able to handle the Frenchman.

Alfred rolled his eyes. "Causing trouble again? Can't you stay away for half an hour?"

"Is it forbidden to say 'ello to mes amis?"

All three Spades Royals looked at him and loudly said, "Yes!"

Francis laughed, and wrapped his arms over Arthur, still sitting in his chair and now struggling. "I can assure you, I am only 'ere for your beau Queen."

Arthur tried to swat the other away, succeeding only partially. "Damn fucking frog! He snapped.

Alfred frowned. Reaching over, picked Francis up by the back of his clothes. "Remember that talk we had?"

The Frenchman gulped, Alfred's facial expression a bit too mischievous for his liking. "Non, I do not remember our talk. Did we ever 'ave one, mon ami?"

"It was at the last meeting. It was about me raising a Spadian army and then razing Diamonds?" Alfred said, shaking Francis.

Francis, looking nervous, gulped and chuckled nervously. "A-ah, non I-I do not know."

"Bother my Queen with your advances again, and I will raze Diamonds until there is absolutely nothing left of it," Alfred repeated slowly. "Understand?"

"Of course, Alfred, I will not annoy your precious Arzur for now." Francis smiled, recovering from his nervous stage. Winking at the Queen of Spades, he stepped closer to Yao. Arthur in response, made an extremely rude gesture using his arms.

Alfred threw Francis backwards towards Diamond's table before returning to his meal.

Yao shook his head at the scene. "I like what you did, but it might hurt alliance, aru..."

The older King smirked. "Your Jack is right, Alfred. Ze way you treat moi is a way zat you can lose an alliance."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "He was talking to you, frog."

Alfred nodded in agreement, even though both knew the Jack was actually speaking to Alfred.. "You need to stop annoying others when you have no hope to ever achieve what you're after."

Francis shrugged. "I 'ave a taste for beautiful zings, I cannot 'elp myself sometimes. I apologize for offending you."

"Only accepted when you leave," the America proclaimed with malice in his voice, his patience already gone.

"Fine, fine. If zat is your wish, I shall leave." The Diamonds' King leaned over, pecking Arthur's cheek. "Au revoir, chers!" He sped off before the Brit, Chinese or American could stop him.

Furious, Alfred picked up a spoon left by the servants who had taken Alfred's plates away and chucked it hard at the Frenchman's head. The satisfying sound of metal meeting a skull echoed through the room.

"Better, aru."

The Queen, furiously scrubbing off what had been left from the kiss (which was nothing but a feeling of beard and lips), smirked. "Nice shot, Al."

"Thank you," Alfred responded, still feeling angry at Francis.

The Queen took one last bite of food, swallowed, and stood from his seat. "Well, I've lost my appetite from that blasted, smooth-talking bastard. If you need me, you can find me in the Library." He smiled. "And...thank you again, Alfred."

"The Library? Hearts not show yet, aru!" Yao reprimanded. "We wait!"

"Oh relax, Yao, if it's so important, I'll bring a few books with me if it'll make you happy."

"No, aru! Wait!" Yao repeated.

Alfred surprisingly agreed with the Jack of Spades. "I think we should wait. Hearts is never too late. They might have had breakfast in their quarters."

Arthur let out a sigh and sat down beside Alfred again. "Alright, if you two want."

The King of Spades grabbed his hand. "I do."

The Queen smiled sweetly, cheeks a light red. "Of course you do. You need someone to offer an ear to chew off."

Alfred laughed a bit. "Maybe..."

So Spades, Clubs, and Diamonds waited together. They talked quietly as the servants took away the food plates. Although there was a bit of uneasiness whenever Arthur and Francis caught the other male's gaze, it went by nicely. Lili and Elizabeta talked with both the King and Queen of Spades, eventually joined by the others one by one.

It finally reached a point where even Yao's patience wore thin. "Enough!" He yelled standing up. "Guards! Go check where Hearts is! This too long, aru!"

"Lovino wouldn't be gone for so long," Antonio, the Ace of Diamonds, remarked with worry on his features. "He hates being late."

"As does Ludwig," Arthur nodded in agreement. "I'm surprised even he didn't show up."

Alfred stood up as well. "We should send out men to search. Five from each Kingdom?"

"Zat sounds good," Francis nodded, his rings reflecting in the light as he waved at his guards in the room.

"Dat good idea!" Ivan smiled wide.

Soon the guards were sorted and the search was out. Alfred smiled as he looked around. He tried to think of an idea for something to do to pass the time while the guards searched for Hearts. Thinking back to previous meetings, he said, "Why don't we do a round of poetry? Like Kiku made us do that one time? With the haikus?"

Arthur laughed. "That's funny, Alfred, it sounded like you were suggesting we make poetry."

Alfred raised an eyebrow. "I am. It was fun. Creating two lines of the haiku then giving it to someone else to finish!"

"You don't seem like you vould be vun for poetry," Elizabeta commented, also smiling.

Alfred shrugged. "It's a way to pass the time."

The Queen of Spades sighed from laughter. "Alright then Al, you start us off then."

Alfred took a piece of paper and started to write.

Oh, poor souls in time

Lost in powerful darkness

Arthur read the lines and nodded before writing;

Who shall offer aid?

He then handed it off to Lily to read. The young Queen blinked with sad eyes at Alfred. "You vrite sad poetry," she sniffed. "Are you lost?"

Alfred shrugged his tone, rather happy for such a sad haiku. "Maybe, I don't know. If I am, I hope I'll be found!"

"I hope so too. You're too nice und friendly to be alone." She gasped, and burst into a grin when she looked at the Queen of Spades. "Arthur can save you!"

Alfred looked at Arthur, chuckling softly. "Wanna be my knight in shining armor?" He asked, a bright light in his sapphire eyes. "Think you can handle it? Defeating a dragon and climbing my ivory tower?"

Arthur laughed. "There's nothing I can't handle," he smiled. "And yes, I'd love to."

Alfred smiled. "There you have it! My hero!" He laughed. "Now Lily, your turn!"

Lili quietly stared to write down her bit as Arthur looked over at Alfred with a grin. "Even heroes need their own knights, eh?"

"Nah, If I could choose to be something else, it wouldn't be a knight, a hero, or a King."

"Really?" The older was shocked; he expected the King part, but not the knight or hero! "Whot would you have been, then?"

The American looked out the window. "I would be a bird. A hawk- no an eagle! And just fly away, free as the wind."

Arthur smiled small and rested a hand on Alfred's. "Don't we all wish that?"

"No, people wish to be great, giants among men. Everyone stopped to listen to him. Alfred flushed but continued. "Kings, Queens, Jacks, Aces, mages, sages, Emperors, Empresses, scholars, Princes, Princesses, Lords, Ladies, knights, and many more simpler things like fathers and mothers, brothers, sisters, friends, lovers and much more. What they don't understand is everything comes at a cost. To have order, family, and what we humans deem most precious, love, we have to sacrifice our freedom."

"The scariest cage is one you cannot see, hear, or even smell. Freedom is strange, to be free is almost to be inhuman, yet we search for it constantly. Do we even know or understand what freedom means? When we finally meet the gods at the end of our days, will we choose freedom or love? Both are powerful cries that attract many. Each has their down sides but they also have positive outlooks." Alfred took a deep breath. "In the end is the power to love worth the loss of freedom? Or does freedom hold more sway?"

Arthur was silent, as was the rest of the room, at the serious and philosophical words that Alfred had just spoken. No one had ever taken the King seriously unless he was talking about business and his kingdom. But now...this was another level that no one, not even the Queen of Spades, had seen before.

Alfred was still blushing but was slightly proud of what he just said. Arthur was opening and closing his mouth like a fish, trying to fit the proper words into his mouth, but was unable to, and finally opted to close it. He didn't have any more words.

Actually, it was Ivan who spoke first. His tone seemed different than normal. "It was beautiful, da? Very pretty."

"Very," Francis smiled, this time kindly and without anything hidden behind it. "Ze way you put words togezer...it's very beautiful."

"Thank you," Alfred replied.

"Where did you learn that from?" Arthur asked quietly, still appearing awestruck.

"I read books, Arthur."

"You sounds very...I don't know. You made it sound like it was from the heart..."

"The words were mine, the idea was hers."

The Queen of Spades smiled small. "Either way, it was inspirational." Arthur moved closer to his best friend. "I can't believe I'm discovering this now. Whot else do you have to say?"

"About what? I have many topics to choose from," Alfred replied, very calmly, even though all the royals were looking at him as if he suddenly grew an extra head..

"Whotever you feel strongly for."

"That quite a lot. Pick a subject."

"Give me my options."

"Whatever you want."

"Alright then..." Arthur thought quietly for a minute or so; what was there that Alfred would be able to give an opinion? "How about the whorehouse and its residents?"

Alfred refrained from rolling his eyes. "I have no problems with whores or whorehouses. It's a part of society that many people don't wish to talk about. I feel no scorn on the men except in the case of truly married men. It's a part of our economy. As for the residents, as long as they are treated properly and get the proper wage, I am fine."

"Hm..." Arthur nodded. "How about traitors and spies? They are both good and bad for a kingdom."

"Spies are okay. Traitors should be drawn and quartered," the King of Spades stated harshly.

"But at the same time, whot would you do if a traitor from another kingdom told you of important plans from their home kingdom? Whot would you do then?" The Englishman interrogated.

"But to us that makes them a hero. How you view people is objective." Alfred replied. "I would not punish a hero."

"That's true. So traitors, when in the right situation, can be helpful"

"Very," Alfred concluded.

"Now, you said before that you wouldn't punish a hero. But every person has their view of a hero. A thief can be a hero to several, if the thief's motives are reasonable."

"Very true. That's the problem with the law. It's all interpreted differently. The good thing about being King is that the King's interpretation is law."

"Right, right." The Queen smiled small; they had had conversations similar to this, but this was interesting! His mind, however, always wandered to one thought. "Whot are your thoughts on lovers who are of the same gender?"

The whole group once again became quiet.

Alfred tilted his head. "Nothing wrong with that. Love is love. Sex is sex. If I did have a problem, I would be able to work with many of you!"

"Yes, of course, but how do you feel about it? Whot's your opinion on it?"

"You mean as a personally question of preference?"

"Yes and no. How do you feel about it, personally?"

Alfred shook his head. "Personally, I like females. I guess I wouldn't mind a male if he caught my eye."

"And if you caught the eye of someone else..."

Now Alfred knew this was a test. He would pick his words carefully. "I would try to get them to fall out of love with me."

The Queen flinched. That made him a bit depressed. "That's a bit...sad. Even if they were a dear friend of yours?"

Alfred nodded. "Yes." He locked his eyes with Arthur's. "I believe it would be best, for both parties. If I don't love that someone, I would want the person to move on and find someone else to make them happy like I never could." He meant the thought to be comforting, showing how he did want the other person to be happy, but it looked like his Queen took it the wrong way.

Arthur shuddered slightly; it felt like Alfred was talking right to him, and no one else. "It'd be hard for that person, though. To try and move on. It's happened to me before." The Queen looked off to the side quietly.

"I sure they would find someone else, someone better for the person than me. The person would be strong, they would have to be to truly love me," countered Alfred

The crowd watched the two Spades royals. They knew this transcended normal speech. However, no one found the heart to speak out.

The Queen of Spades took a deep breath. "When I was younger...right before I had my fourteenth year, I met a kind man. He was only three years old than I, had amazing blue eyes and kind, gentle hands... He made me feel safe, something I had valued since I was a child. He made me feel...like I was completely important, like...the reason for my being there was to be with him for the rest of our years. It was a year later when he left, without telling me. I later found out he was a King, and I pleaded to let me become his Queen so we could be happy. But...he said that we were not meant to be together after all. I don't know if he had lied to me, or if he had discovered that his words were no longer valid. Either way, I left broken... He told me to try and find another to take care of me. I told him he could go die inside a dark place... It's hard when you really do love someone and they tell you to go try and find another to love..."

Alfred noticed Francis flinch in his seat. The Frenchman's blue eyes sad with regret. His whole demeanor changed. Alfred could tell he wasn't the only one who noticed as other two Queens sent a harsh glare at the King of Diamonds.

Then, Alfred looked at Arthur. "I am sorry that happened to you, but as I said, humans hold love precious. From a romantic standpoint, it is normal to have heartbreak. However that is no reason to let it affect your entire life. Mourn, but keep moving. There are bigger and better fish in the pond."

Arthur smiled sadly. "But will you ever find someone that great ever again? Someone who can light up your world with a smile, or even a simple syllable...do you know how hard it is to find that person?"

Alfred straightened up in his seat. "That's the chance we all have to take."

"And how long will the search take? Whot if there is never another for them?"

Alfred gave a smile. "Then if you were good, the gods will directly show you your soul mate or you'll have more chances to meet them."

Arthur was silent for a while before he eventually smiled and chuckled. "I admire your optimism."

The King of Spades smiled. "I try to look on the bright side."

"It's a good skill to have possession of. Not everyone can do that."

Alfred shrugged. "Well, I guess." He turned to the other royals. "Have any of your guards returned?"

"No news yet," Antonio replied for Francis, who had left the room momentarily for some reason.

Ivan shook his head with a "Nyet".

Yao leaned back in his chair with a pout. "They coming back soon aru!"

Alfred smiled and set a hand on Yao's shoulder. "I am sure they will."

The Jack of Spades nodded, curling his feet up so that he rested his chin atop his knees. "Yeah..."

Alfred took his hand away and grabbed Arthur's hand. "Well, why don't we rest for a while. Hearts will come to the later part of this meeting."

The other members agreed to this. Yao stared at his King and Queen, and walked out of the room quickly, a worried look on his face.

Arthur looked after his dear friend and frowned, squeezing Alfred's hand. "I hope he'll be alright."

"Me too," Alfred replied, leading Arthur out of the room. His right hand was warm connected to Arthur's. He frowned as he thought of Peter's words but ignored them. It was all completely innocent! Yeah! This was all nothing; the only feelings Alfred had for Arthur and vise verse was the kind that best friends had when they cared greatly for one another!

"We haven't asked our twenty questions in a while," Arthur realized suddenly. He slowed down to look around the hallway.

"We really didn't have the time." Alfred responded. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine." The British make gave a squeeze to Alfred's hand. "I don't mind. If you want, we can rest for now."

Alfred led them to the tearoom in the next hall down. "Do you need anything?" He asked as the opened the doors.

The Queen shook his head, relishing in the large amount of light in the tearoom. It was rather nice as the meeting room held only four stain glass windows, which didn't let in enough light in Arthur's opinion. "No, I'm fine. Do you?"

"Only a slight one," Alfred said, sitting down on a purple couch after shutting the wooden doors. "I need something."

Arthur stood beside the couch, not yet sitting down. "Whot would that be?"

"I need to know why you pushed those questions? Why?!" When Arthur looked away, Alfred stood up again. "Why would you ask me that, in there of all places?!"

"I don't know whot you're talking about." He said it quietly in a whisper, not wanting to look up at Alfred. He knew he would be looking into dark blue eyes, and he wasn't ready for it. Seeing Alfred upset always made Arthur feel as if he did something terribly wrong.

Alfred watched the Queen closely. "Really?"

"W-well..." Arthur flinched and sighed. "Which set of questions are you talking about?"

"The last two."

"I was curious," he replied, looking over into Alfred's eyes once again. "I apologize if I offended you. I didn't think it would."

Surprisingly, two clear blue eyes were looking at him, holding his gaze. "Arthur, we have gone through this. I am sorry but I don't love you." The King grabbed his Queen's hands. "Please, try to forget about me. I will only cause you pain." He gave a sad smile. "The gods have given you Rachel, because you have been good!"

The Queen started to laugh loudly after Alfred was done speaking, so much that he was leaning over and gripping Alfred's shoulders tautly. The taller looked confused as he held the other. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the shorter blond plopped down into the couch with a sigh, closing his eyes as a few more chuckles left him.

Still majorly confused, Alfred sat down again. "Arthur?"

"You really think I'm still in love with you?" Arthur smiled, slightly out of breath from laughing so hard.

"Seemed like it to me."

"Alfred, I was just curious! I'm not in love with you!" Arthur laughed quietly. "Why would you even think that?!"

"The way you were looking at me," Alfred responded, not sure how to deal with how the smaller was acting.

"I was simply remembering, Alfred." The older presented a small smile. "I tend to do that often. I am sorry. I didn't mean to cause any distress."

Alfred smiled. "Okay." He paused. "Do you want to do something or just rest again?"

"I'm fine with whotever."

Smirking, Alfred pulled Arthur into a cuddle. The Queen chuckled, and cuddled beside his King in contentment. He felt confused and slightly uncomfortable with how often this was starting to happen. However Alfred was always warm, like a fire, so he always got over it. "You're really warm today," he stated quietly, closing his eyes as he leaned against the other chest, hands sneaking around his middle.

Alfred rolled his eyes. "I am always warm Arthur. Like summer!" He looked at his 'husband'. "And you are like winter, cold as ice!"

The older laughed. "Thank you for clearing up the truth with me, Mr. Obvious."

"But you are always cold, and so pale! You are personified winter!"

Arthur shoved his elbow into the other's stomach. "Then because you are always so tan and happy, you are personified summer!"

Alfred grunted in pain. He continued the theme they had going. "So do we make spring or fall?"

"Of course. It's just a mix of us, if that makes sense."

"Spring or fall?" The King repeated.

"Both. Spring is leaving cold to become warm, and autumn is leaving warm to become cold."

Alfred hummed. "Ok, whatever you want."

"It doesn't matter. I prefer you as a King above anything else."

"Why?"

Arthur smiled jokingly. "Because I'm pretty sure it's difficult to be friends with a season."

The King rolled his eyes. "I see... But how do you know if you never try?"

"Whot do you mean?"

"How do you know you can't be friends with a season?"

"Well it's not exactly a human, Alfred. If it was...whot's a good word...portrayed as a person, I might be able to. But it's difficult when it's not human."

"The gods and goddesses aren't human!"

"True..." Arthur looked to the side in thought. "Though I don't think my personality and attitude would pass well with them."

"Why? I think they would love you!"

The older chuckled. "For how long? I'm pretty sure I would be killed on the spot."

"You need to have faith! They created you, so they must have needed you for something!" Alfred argued.

"I believe they need me, but they would get aggravated with me."

"And they won't blast you because they have mercy!"

The Queen chuckled. "It's like whot I said before: you're lucky to have the ability to be optimistic."

"Do you not believe me?"

The Queen was silent before he shifted in place and nodded with a quiet hum.

Alfred looked at him, feeling sad that Arthur couldn't see what he saw. "Why?"

"Well...I feel like I'm not as important as you make me sound. I know I'm a Queen and all, but...other than that, that's the only great significance I see," explained Arthur.

Alfred smiled. "You're also a mage! You are blessed by the god of magic!"

"Hmph. And? Besides that one special trait, there's not much."

Alfred frowned. "You are also blessed by Aria, goddess of music and dancing!"

"True..." He did have a natural gift for singing and playing the violin. "And apparently, the God of intelligence and intellect. Not to mention the goddess of battle."

"Of course, so all two goddesses and two gods have blessed you! Four is a sacred number. Four Kingdoms, four high royals, four suits in a deck, four seasons, and four higher powers. You are very blessed!" Alfred continued.

"I don't...feel it, though. I have my gifts, but no one seems to notice them in the way I do..."

Alfred laughed a bit. "That's because we notice them with great detail. We get jealous of such a beautiful creature."

Arthur yawned. "Well, you're definitely more blessed than the gods."

"Okay, now you will get smote!"

The Queen, eyes half-lidded, realized what he said, and groaned. "I meant...you are more blessed from the gods than I am."

"How? We only have four gods, and you are blessed by all four!"

"Well then you have more of their talents." He slumped more against Alfred. "Stop judging me, I'm tired..."

"Again? Arthur, you have been sleeping a lot lately. Are you ok?" The Queen, however, only sighed and fell asleep inside of Alfred's arms.

Alfred frowned but held Arthur closer. "Oh dear..." Arthur was nearly limp against him, making a small noise as he was shuffled around slightly. Should he take him to the doctors? No that would cause too much worry. "Well you lazy Brit, good night."

CC101- So how did you like Alfred's speech? ANYWAY, here are the gods and goddesses of all the Card Kingdoms. Except for a few places, most counties in all four Kingdoms worship these deities:

Aria- Goddess of winter, the arts, the sky, and virtue

Sek- God of fall, magic, death, and vices

Mocum- God of summer, peace, intelligence, and earth

Zezo- Goddess of spring, battle, sea, and wisdom

Dear Guest,

I am sorry but I cannot make out what you are trying to say.

Love,

CC101

Dear Fangirl,

Actually, only those with magic can recieve visions, but since America was so close to Arthur, Arthur's magic leaked out and attached itself to America. Therefore, America dreamed about Alfred.

Love,

CC101

Dear Yannychigi,

Thank you my dear! I try to make people truly understand what a character is going through.

Love,

CC101