Day 6- Fast food: Fairly self-explanatory. Be creative with this! Really, we won't be picky. It doesn't need to be an actual fast food establishment they're at. They can be at a park picnicking, cooking out, etc. Just casual dining, or something featuring a traditionally fast food item.

Royal food was meant to be luxurious and grandiose, never rotten or burnt in any way. Arthur had grown accustomed to this type of food all of his life and therefore had never seen any reason to try his hand at cooking. He thought that perhaps now would be as good a time as any.

It was coming on Alfred's birthday, and a King should get a royal breakfast. Arthur hadn't been the nicest of Queens to him as of late, preferring to scold him and shut him down for any of his ideas, especially the more liberal ones. However, Alfred had become close to what Arthur supposed was what a friend would be like. He'd never had a friend before, and suddenly he was thrust into the position of being a Queen. Surprisingly he found himself with two friends; Alfred and Yao.

Yao had been much more level headed these past few months, growing much closer to Arthur in a shorter amount of time. Alfred, however, had taken some time. As it was, Arthur wasn't quite sure where their friendship was at present, but he knew that upon waking on Alfred's birthday he wanted to make him a breakfast.

Arthur hailed from the England county; a community well known for its abundance in Two's and Three's. The Two's brought about the regal sense of nobility to them, while the Three's provided the arts in literature, theater, and paintings. There were many customs from the English lands that Arthur still loved to reminisce about, especially that of a full English breakfast.

However, Arthur had forgotten that when he was still a Two he had never done any type of manual labor before, especially not cook. Upon entering the kitchen, he ordered the staff to help him, but not to actually cook. The head chef tried his hand at giving advice to the Queen, but Arthur's short temper blew when the eggs burned and the meat slipped on the floor. The only thing that had turned out right was the tea, but that wasn't even for Alfred. He knew the King hated tea and would always choose coffee over it.

With a heavy heart, Arthur took the rotten breakfast up to Alfred, hoping that maybe he'd be too tired to notice it was destroyed. Yao was already at his seat in the morning room; a room where the three of them met to discuss the day's proceedings. He looked up and over when Arthur entered.

"Good morning, Art-what is that?" Yao pointed, horrified, at the tray where the plate of scalded food sat.

"Breakfast…for Alfred," Arthur replied dismally.

"Aiyah!" Yao got up to peer at the food. He looked at Arthur, both eyebrows raised. "Haven't you ever cooked?"

Before Arthur could reply, the door burst open. Alfred marched in with a bright smile as he danced to his chair.

"Yeah! I am so ready for this par-tay for my birthday!" He took a seat. "Hey Arthur, what's that?"

Arthur teared up, slamming the tray on the table. Alfred jumped, unsure of what was wrong. Arthur didn't say anything as he stormed out of the room. Yao and Alfred watched him leave, speechless. Then Alfred turned his sights on the meal.

"Did he make this?"

"Yes," Yao replied with a sigh. "It was for your birthday."

"Oh…" Alfred pulled it closer. "I totally didn't even know what it was. I was just asking a question."

Again, Yao sighed. "I know, but I believe Arthur is very embarrassed by the outcome of his work."

Alfred nodded. "He's a Two- a noble. He's not used to do anything like this."

Looking down at the ruined breakfast, Alfred felt rather bad for having Arthur get so upset about something, especially something he had actually made for him. A birthday gift. Arthur had been slowly opening up to Alfred, finally. Alfred took any opportunity for the two of them to become closer. He felt miserable for letting this one slip by.

After a time, Alfred excused himself and sought out Arthur. He found him in the rose garden, tending to the flowers as always. At first, he didn't know what to say to Arthur. It was already awfully awkward between them as it was. They came from too different backgrounds. Arthur the noble Two while Arthur was the rough and tough One. He would've been an Ace like his father had he not become King first.

Then, something hit him. He smiled as he slid up beside Arthur.

"Come to gloat?" Arthur mumbled. He wasn't the least bit surprised that Alfred had found him.

Alfred furrowed his brow. "Why would I gloat? I came to thank you for the meal."

Arthur turned towards him, mouth open as if he were ready to argue. The expression on his face suggested he was angry. Alfred decided he would cut him off.

"And to say that I think your gift was great, but I think we should have lunch instead. My treat."

Arthur promptly closed his mouth. He seemed generally confused, but turned to Alfred nonetheless. He thought better of arguing with Alfred, seeing as it was his birthday and all. Alfred smiled upon Arthur agreeing to this lunch.

"Great! Let's get dressed and head out into the city!" Alfred exclaimed. He took Arthur's hand, turning for the castle. Arthur protested behind him, but had no choice. He followed with a fuss, but didn't attempt to spoil the plans.

The city was notified of King Alfred and Queen Arthur's arrival and began anticipating their surprise visit. Shops displayed their nicest items, restaurants reserved their best seats in case the two stopped for a bite to eat at their location, and music blasted from every open window to greet the monarchy. The people crowded the streets in anticipation for a glimpse at their new leaders. Alfred, Arthur, and Yao had only been recently inducted into the monarchy. Everyone wanted a moment to see them.

An old horse-drawn carriage rode through the streets. Alfred peered out the window, waving at a few people, until he told the driver to halt. They were helped out of their coach. Arthur looked around at the people, noting the differences between him and them.

The monarchy was strictly traditional while the kingdom was turning to steam powered technology. Around them were buildings that rose into the skies, steam pumping out from the gears turning that allowed the citizens to get electricity. On the way over, Arthur counted numerous cars sputtering by. Alfred had been trying to pass through the Congress for the monarchy to turn to this steam fad with little success. Still, Arthur knew that he was making the first steam-powered aero plane, and had been caught using the technology to communicate with his kingdom, specifically to parts of the land that were spread far apart, reaching as far as the county of China where Yao hailed from.

Still, the people didn't seem to mind. They bowed politely, hoping to entice the couple into their stores. Alfred, however, had his mind set on what was perhaps the worst place to have lunch. He chose to head straight for a rushed restaurant, as they were called. Arthur had heard of such establishments, but associated them with the poor as they had low prices and even lower quality food. Still, Alfred motioned for Arthur to follow.

People gawked at they entered the building. Arthur's nose cringed as he smelled the greasy atmosphere. He watched Alfred stride up to the counter and order an American burger. Alfred, having come from the American county which shared a border with the Spades capital county, was used to the harsher food. It was well known that the American county used more questionable methods to making food than the other counties. Still, the England county had picked up on this and started a trend of copying a similar fashion of making food. Arthur hadn't had a chance to jump on the bandwagon and try out these rushed foods, though, escaping his opportunity to see if he even liked American food.

Alfred called for Arthur to come and order. Arthur was hesitant as he approached the counter. He looked at the menu, unsure of what anything meant. He had only recently heard what a "burger" was when talking to Alfred; or rather when Alfred blabbered on about his home county. Upon receiving the actual meal, Arthur stared at it. It looked no better than his catastrophe of a breakfast, smelling only slightly better as it wasn't burnt to a crisp.

The two moved to take a seat in a booth, but they really could have any place they wanted. The entire restaurant had cleared out, only to be filled with their Aces that stood on guard at the doors.

Alfred watched, waiting for Arthur to try his meal. He frowned when Arthur hadn't even attempted to pick at either his burger or fries. "What's wrong? Don't you want it?"

"It's just…" Arthur glanced up at Alfred. He felt terrible that it was his birthday and yet he had made Alfred take him out. He was nervous, more for his stomach than anything, but the least he could do was try the food Alfred had insisted he try. "I was just letting it cool."

Alfred smiled, none the wiser to Arthur's true reasons for stalling. "It's best when warm. Eat it up. It's really good."

Finally, Arthur let go of his inhibitions. He reached for a fork, preparing to cut it as he would any other meal. Alfred stopped him by picking up his own burger. Alfred flushed, forgetting that a lot of American foods were finger foods. Setting aside the fork, Arthur picked up the burger, noting how incredibly wet the package felt.

It's just grease, he reminded himself. Or the sauce. Either way, it should be fine. It's not like I eat this every day. Yes, and it's for Alfred.

Alfred watched Arthur anxiously as he ate the burger whole. He said nothing until it was all gone. Then, he moved on to the fries and ate them as well. All the while, Arthur had a stoic expression making it impossible for Alfred to tell whether or not he liked it. Finally, Alfred finished off his meal and looked at Arthur.

"Well?" he asked, wiping his face with a napkin. "What did you think?"

Arthur looked at Alfred as well. He folded his hands in his lap, sitting upright. "Do you have this often in your county?"

"I can't have it too much, not when I was in training. Pops was against it as it's a little bad for you," Alfred replied. He seemed a little nervous."B-but it's favorite meal."

"Why did you take me here?" Arthur continued with his questions.

"Ah, well, you tried to make me something really over the top, when really I prefer simple foods." Alfred looked to his lap, blushing slightly. "A-and I wanted you to try something from my county… I know you've never had it before."

"You're right. I haven't." Arthur's tone was sharp. He didn't sound too happy with his lunch. "Thank you for sharing this with me. It was…interesting."

"So you liked it?" Alfred snapped his head up, hopeful. "We can try more food from my county!"

Arthur blushed. He looked at his sleeve, toying with it until it frayed. He'd have to give it to his staff later. But now it served as a good distraction to hide Arthur's reaction. He figured he better tell Alfred how he felt.

"I…I didn't hate it… but… it certainly wasn't better than England's food."

To Arthur's surprise, Alfred began laughing. He leaned back as he filled the air with his laugh. Arthur stared at him. He was unsure of what was so funny.

"England's food sucks. Everyone in the kingdom knows that. Hell, the other kingdoms know it!"

Arthur stood up, leaning over the table. "Don't say that, you tosser! You lot just don't know a good food when it hits your measly taste buds!"

Again, Alfred continued to laugh. Meanwhile, people watched from the windows. They all wondered what joy their new monarchy could derive from eating at a rushed restaurant. Somehow, the scene didn't bother them as much. It looked natural. Alfred ordered more food, forcing Arthur to try more American cuisine. He seemed to enjoy the chocolate malts, much to Alfred's pleasure. Eventually, though, the citizens dispersed and prepared for Alfred's birthday party that evening.

After a time, Alfred and Arthur headed home. Yao greeted them on their return, happy to see their spirits had drastically improved since that morning, Arthur's especially. Word had spread back to the castle by then, allowing Yao the chance to know the situation before he had even spotted the bickering couple. By now they had moved to a playful banter on the differences between crisps and fries.

That night, the chefs had put on the royal menu a new food item; a hamburger. It was Arthur's birthday gift to Alfred. But he wouldn't tell Alfred the next day when he saw it appear just who had put it on there. He faked his unimpressed reaction so as not to give Alfred any ideas.

Alfred faked his own obliviousness to who could have possibly requested a burger be put on the menu so as not to lead on that he knew.

And Yao sat back and watched, enjoying the blossoming romance between his King and Queen.

Hoshiko2's cents: This came to me this morning and I loved every minute of writing this story.

This is actually an off-shot of my brand new series I will be writing soon. Still has no name, so sorry about that. As you can tell, it's a cardverse AU. I'm very proud of the outcome and I hope everyone enjoys it when I begin updating. I hope you also enjoyed today's prompt!