Sorry, I had to update! I needed to keep the idea fresh man. Serious business. Imma try to make the chapters longer. This chapter consists of: Alfred, Drama, POVness. Enjoy~!
Alfred let out a deep sigh as he ascended the long flight of stairs. He knew something was happening, especially with his Jack. Once he got to the top floor (Where the Jack, King, and Queen's rooms are found) He Opened the door to Yao's room and peered in. The room was clean and well-kept, nothing out of the ordinary, though Alfred still had his suspicions. He began to rummage around, looking under pillows, sheets, and into drawers for something suspicious. Finally, after nearly tearing apart Yao's writing desk, he found a whole stash of green-tinted notes. All from the Clubs. He frowned, then opened one and read.
"Yao,
I long to hold you, my flower. The War is only growing stronger though, I'm afraid you will bloom without me and leave me heartbroken. I know, It's silly to say things like that, though I cant help but to be worried. I love you more than anything. I don't care how many wars I have to fight to make you my queen, it's going to happen. I assure you.
Love-
The King of Clubs, Ivan Braginski."
Alfred almost choked on the air he was breathing in. "Not while I'm the fucking King, Yao." He growled. He then heard a voice from outside the room. It was Yao, who was peeking into the room, watching Alfred. "Alfred. What the hell do you think you're doing?" The Asian spat, glaring as he slammed the door open. "What do I think I'm doing!? What about you!? How long have you and the King of Fucking Clubs been together?" There was no point in lying. Yao was going to stand up for Ivan, no matter what. "Longer than it took for your Queen to actually start calling you King!" Yao retorted. Alfred stood, shocked. "Yao. What in the hell do you think your doing?" Alfred spat. "Helping your damned kingdom stay strong! If Ivan didn't love me so much, he'd destroy you!" He shouted, feeling guilty for how he worded his defense even though it was a lie, yet realization hit Alfred like a ton of bricks. "W-What?" Yao only sighed and pushed the other out of his room. "Yes, Yes. No be thankful and get out!"Yao sighed, closing the door behind the American. Alfred took a moment to let what Yao said sink in, then grinned, he was right. He then made his way downstairs, humming softly. Meanwhile, Yao lay on his bed, angered. Even though wht he said was a lie, about being in love with Ivan only to save Alfred's kingdom. Though he had a trick up his sleeve, and he was playing his cards right...
Wow. I can't write long chapters to save my life. Oh well. Still a nice story so far, I'm proud. And also, drama/plans in next chapter. Heheheh.
CARD PUNS FUCK YEAH!