Since no one reviewed and let me know what they would like to see, here's the Kingdom of Clubs.

Featuring the Ivan/Russia as the King, Elizabeta/Hungary as the Queen, and Roderick/Austria as the Jack.

Enjoy!~

Chapter 2: The Two of Clubs

Ivan Braginski lived a quiet and normal life. Well maybe normal wasn't the right word to describe how he lived. He had moved to the Kingdom of Clubs because he had been forced to, not that he had ever wanted to. Ivan had originally wanted to live in the Kingdom of Hearts, because of the love and warmth there had always made him feel accepted. Yet the people there were scared of him, his tall stature and rumors about him were enough to strike fear into the hearts of many.

Rumors had been going around about Ivan since the moment he was born. His mother had decided to have an at home birth, almost unheard of because of its old fashioned ways. The screams that his mother had created because of the pain led people to think that something had gone horribly wrong. A couple years later, when his mother died giving birth to his younger sister Natalia, the rumors spread even more. His tall stature and creepy smile drove people away, and his sister had developed an unhealthy obsession with him, driving even the most understanding people away.

People thought that Ivan was responsible for the death of his mother, even though she died in child birth. They thought that he tortured small animals for fun, when really he just tried his best to help him. Ivan had never killed anything on purpose before.

One time when he was fifteen he had been trapped in an alley by a group of kids, ones threatening to hurt him for being so different. It was one of the scariest moments in his life, and one that changed it forever.

Ivan had tried his best to stand his ground against those people, all of whom were smaller than him. He was scary just by his tall height even at the age of 15, and his sisters had told him that when he tried to be scary he got this purple aura around him. Now trying to be as intimidating as possible, he could see the fear in their eyes.

"Come on you freak you really think that that's going to work? We're not scared of you anymore! We're going to rid this town of you once and for all!" The boy shouted, and to this day, Ivan had no idea what his name was. The others around him nodded along to what he was saying.

The boy ran forward and landed a punch right in the middle of Ivan's chest. Ivan fell against the wall, coughing. His heart hammered in his chest, it's steady beat now off track. He fell to his hands and knees, trying to remember how to breathe properly.

"See! I told you he wasn't tough! Now let's finish him!" The boy called and the others cheered with him, walking forward menacingly. Ivan's eyes wandered the ground in front of him, trying to find something that he could use to help him. His eyes landed on an old and rusted water pipe.

Ivan grabbed it and lifted himself up before the other's cold blink. His heart strained in protest at the action, but he couldn't stop now. The kids stared at him in shock, and he swung his faucet pipe, landing it straight at the main boy's temple. The boy crumpled to the ground, not moving as everyone else stared at him in shock before they took off running themselves. Ivan slumped against the wall the moment they were out of sight, before he managed to summon the energy to leave and stumble home.

Katsuya had been more than worried after that, and never wanted anyone of them to leave the house alone after that. Ivan agreed but always had that pipe that had saved his life in his jacket pocket, and Natalia really just saw it as an opportunity to be closer to her brother. When the rest of the town found the boy who had attacked him, he had let out some story about how Ivan had attacked him. No one had ever bothered to ask Ivan his side of the story. A week later they all moved from the Kingdom of Diamonds to the Kingdom of Cloves, thinking that maybe the luck that Kingdom had would help them out.

When the King of Spades died, the Kingdom of Cloves knew that they would lose their rulers soon as well. It was common, if not expected, for all the other kingdoms to lose their rulers as well, so that a new generation could rule. It was Katsuya who found out that the King had died, and she found out in the daily paper. They talked for a while after that about the new King, Queen and Jack, but eventually they all fell asleep still together in the living room.

Ivan awoke in the middle of the night, pain radiating though his heart. It was a common occurrence for him, ever since that one boy had hit him there. No one knew what was wrong with him, but it always felt as if his heart was trying to burst out of his chest. He went to the bathroom, sweat glistening on his forehead and his breath coming in short and quick bursts. He tore open his shirt when he was in front of the bathroom mirror staring at the reflection of his chest. The more he stared the more his vision blurred before him, until finally he was staring at blobs of color.

When everything faded Ivan was left still standing in front of his mirror, the image of him and his still exposed chest still before him. Though there was something off about his reflection this time, something different. He stared at the reflection, even lifting his hand to his the image and going over every inch of the smooth reflective surface to find the thing that was different. Finally he came across to his heart. It looked just normal; it even had the heart shaped scar on it from a surgery he had in an attempt to fix what was wrong with his heart.

There. Right over his heart shaped scar, there was the mark of the King. It was more elegant than the symbols of the other nations. A light green clove that blended in with the tone of his skin, a capital 'K' for King right in the center, and a vine wrapping them together. It would seem as though it was a birthmark to one who just passed it over in their eyes. Ivan could not stop staring at it though, knowing what that mark meant.

"Katsuya! Natalia! Come here…" his voice was a hoarse call, but it got the attention of his two sisters. He heard them run into the bathroom, and he looked up to see them standing in the doorway, worry plastered over their faces. Ivan looked up at them, realizing that during his time of calling them that he had fallen to the ground.

"Brother! Are you okay?" Katsuya asked, worried out of her mind. Natalia looked about ready to kill someone.

"Did someone hurt you again big brother? I will take care of them…" Natalia said with a look scarier than Ivan's, taking her favorite knife out of her pocket.

"No! Look," Ivan shouted a bit louder than he intended to. His sisters stopped, wondering what could have him upset enough to shout over.

Katsuya and Natalia looked at where he was pointing, the mark of the King almost staining his chest. Their shock was so much worse compared to him, but after a moment, they were happier than he had ever seen them before. Ivan tried to think about that they could be possibly thinking about, and came up with nothing.

"Why are you guys so happy?" Ivan asked, staring at them with his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Don't you know what this could mean Ivan? No one is going to try to harm us ever again; they won't even try to since you're the King. We might even be happy for once." Katsuya said, grinning happily. Even Natalia was smiling with joy, a smile that Ivan hadn't seen since he was young.

Ivan smiled back at his sisters before he hugged them, gathering them together for a family hug. For Ivan was the King of Clubs, the Kingdom of luck.

Elizabeta had a normal and quiet life. Well, now it was normal and quiet. Before when she was younger, she had always been one of the guys, always messing around with them. When they had found out that she was really a girl, for she was very blessed in the chest, they had shunned her, treating her as if she wasn't a guy nor was she was really a girl. Growing up had been hard, because for a while she had really believed that she was a guy. When her womanhood had emerged, Elizabeta had to relearn how to do everything from walking to talking to how to eat properly.

If it wasn't for Roderick, she might have never found out who she was meant to be. He had helped her when no one else was there for her, taken her in and given her a purpose when she felt like she didn't have one. Don't get her wrong, she still fights and acts like a guy sometimes, but her past was her past, nothing more.

Now she lived with Roderick, taking care of his home in the Kingdom of Clubs. It wasn't big, but Elizabeta enjoyed it anyways, plus no matter what room you were in, you could always hear Roderick playing his piano. It always calmed her down, and relaxed her from her old ways. Time had been good to her over the years, and now a young woman, she finally felt comfortable in her body.

Cleaning the house one day, listening to Roderick play one of his sadder pieces, she couldn't help but he reminded of her days when she was younger. She remembered a young man by the name of Gilbert, who for a while she had developed feelings for. He was one of the first people to know that she was really a girl, heck he had even been the one to tell her. Nowadays he still had his egotistical attitude, and would sometimes come around to bug her and Roderick, but normally a swipe from her trusty frying pan was enough to be rid of him for a while.

One memory replaced another, and Elizabeta remembered saving Roderick from being bullied a couple times. Sure he had done a lot for her, and her way of paying him back was helping him out whenever he needed it. She had actually saved him from being bullied from Gilbert himself. She giggled under her breath at the memory.

Upstairs the music stopped and her memories of the past stopped with it.

When news of the King, Queen, and Jacks death reached her ears, she had thought little about it. Politics had never interested her that much, and she saw no reason why she should now. She knew Roderick cared little for these matters as well, and didn't even bother to tell him the news that many would have considered an opportunity.

Later that night, as she fell asleep in her room, she couldn't help but feel like something was waiting for her tomorrow, something that would change her life forever.

During the day, Roderick couldn't concentrate. His mind was focused on the past, and just wouldn't leave it alone, even when he tried to play his music he couldn't stop thinking. His music was full of notes that were off key and out of tune. It was horrible to him, but he doubted that Elizabeta noticed it; she always said that his music was great.

Roderick feel asleep upstairs at his piano, thinking about the past and wondering if tomorrow was going to be like this one as well.

Roderick feel asleep with the feeling that it wouldn't be.

When Elizabeta woke the next morning, she went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and went through her morning routine without her mind completely waking up yet. She decided to hop in the shower, figuring that it wouldn't hurt and that it would wake her up a bit more. When she was done, she got out of the shower still dripping wet but ready to take on the day.

Elizabeta toweled dried her hair, not minding about it until later. It stuck to her neck where she didn't touch it, and the excess water dropped to the floor, making a puddle around her feet. She wrapped the towel around her waist, while bringing her other hand to wipe away the condensation from the mirror. She stopped her movements though when she saw her reflection. On her neck was the image that everyone in the Kingdom of Clubs knew, the symbol of the Queen was on her neck.

A delicate small club was on the juncture where her shoulder and her neck met. It was small, but her most noticeable feature once it was seen. It was pale green, blending with her skin tone, and a small 'Q' rested in the middle of the club, with a tiny vine wrapped around it. The symbol, despite its small size, was enough to strike fear into her heart.

Elizabeta had to check on Roderick, he had always been there for her and she didn't know if she could do it without him at her side. Still clad in her towel, she ran upstairs.

For Elizabeta was the new Queen of Clubs, and destined to rule the Kingdom of Luck.

Roderick, for being someone as 'noble' like he believes he is, loves to sleep in during the morning. He enjoyed rising late in the morning and emerging while the world was already on the move. If you really knew Roderick, you knew that no one and nothing should disturb him until he arises on his own.

Apparently jumping on him counted for that as well.

Roderick's eyes snapped open, all the breath leaving his body as a huge weight landed right on his chest. He couldn't comprehend the right that was before him. Elizabeta, clad only in a towel, was frantically trying to rip his shirt off of his body, all while sitting on his chest. She was looking and concentrating more on his arms, making her task even more difficult.

"Eliza? What are you doing?" He cried out, trying to get away from her.

"Shut up! Look!" she shouted back, pointing at her neck, where the mark of the Queen was.

Roderick stayed quiet after that, letting her search him. He knew that internally she was panicking, and that it would be better to let her get it out of her system. Right when he was about to say something, since had checked his arms twice, she let out a cry of triumph.

Right on his left bicep, was the mark of a Jack, or the Councilor. It was smaller than the Queen's but looked almost identical if it wasn't for the small 'J' adorning it.

Roderick didn't say anything as Elizabeta let out a few tears of joy at the knowledge that she wouldn't go through this ordeal alone. Instead he got up, got clothes for himself and her, and got ready for his day that was going to be anything but relaxing.

For Roderick was the new Councilor of Clubs.

Sooo, what did you guys think? Should I do Heart or Diamonds next?

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