Author's Notes: Moshi, Moshi, BetweenDreamsAndReality desu. Happy Mother's Day! Nevermind my stupidity. I will probably not update this week, no matter how much I want to, because of stupid APs. Why did I agree to take it again? You know how I said the story is like a timeline. Think of this chapter as around the early 1800s when America and England still fought (i.e. War of 1812) but soon became closer yet unaware of their feelings. Anyways, my last chapter was deemed confusing, which I totally understand. Thank you Dolce Latte van Creme for explaining the rules, yet I'm too lazy to change them so let me lay out the basis of Cardverse fencing: the goal is to take off the other's helemet. That's it. Or jab them in the chest three times. I hope this chapter clears up a few misunderstandings, or not. Okay so you know how I write to be continued at the bottom, I just wrote to many promises. Where did that even come from? I think this is a sign I need more sleep and I shouldn't be staying up at 1am to watch SNL (even if it is so very tempting). I regret putting the author's notes at the top. Should I change it? *Shrugs* Whatever. I'll just have to deal with it. Thank you dearly for the wonderful reviews and readers! Keep being awesome! Remember to also vote for me to continue this story, right now it is lagging behind a bit. Now on with chapter six...

Warnings: Strong language and more bits of violence.

Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia or Cardverse AU.

"So…how did you learn how to do that?" Arthur asked breaking the silent tension. The two were situated in a small carriage sitting across from each other on indigo cushioned benches.

Alfred shrugged. "Dunno. Went to a lot of tournaments at home, I guess. Also, I watched how you fought. Too many offensive moves and not enough defensive ones."

He nodded awkwardly before shifting his head position to rest on the side of the carriage. "Impressive."

"And what's up with you and those three guys?"

"Oh, they are just my brothers," he said looking at the various countryside scenes through the small opening on the door, something he was foreign to. "Ignore them as much as possible, they're a bit infuriating."

Alfred nodded. "Why didn't cha tell them bout the Clock?"

He shook his head letting strands of wiry hair veil his emerald eyes. "You have much to learn, my King."

"Hey, we're in private, call me Al," he said propping his feet up and relaxing a bit.

The Queen rolled his eyes, disgusted at his manners. "Very well, Al. As I was saying, if my brothers found out about the Clock's powers they could tamper with it. It is better nobody knows about it."

"Whatever," he said watching the cities turn unfold into pastures before his eyes. "Your brothers are kinda cool though. I think you should give them a chance."

He raised an eyebrow. "You must be joking. My brothers want me dead, you heard William. They are all just jealous."

"I doubt that."

He gazed into Alfred's sea blue eyes. "Just be careful, okay? They are just waiting for the right moment to strike."

"Lighten up! Come on, we're going to be miles from your brothers," he exclaimed patting Arthur on the back. The Queen just rolled his eyes at him quite appalled at his ingenuousness. "Maybe if you take that stick outta your ass you'll actually have some friends."

He scowled "I have plenty of friends!"

"Name one!"

"I have Yao!"

He rolled his sapphire eyes. "Yao doesn't count. Come on, someone else."

"What about you?"

"I was too busy working to save my brother."

"Well, then I was too busy working on keeping this country together!"

"Well, you're doing an awful fucking job at that!" he shouted making Arthur cringe. Was I really that bad of a Queen? After all of my hard work… "Dude, sorry, I didn't mean that."

Arthur remained silent and looked down at his hands. "Let's just get this over with," he said with his voice subtly cracking. "I'm going to sleep. Please do not try to wake me."

"Don't be mad! I didn't-"

He held up his white gloved hand hand, signaling for Alfred to stop rambling and turned over onto his side. "It is fine. Really, I get it all the time."

"It's just…my brother. He means everything to me."

"I see," Arthur murmured groggily.

"You'll like him," he said trying to lighten the mood. "He's like me, only quieter but that's because he's sick."

He raised an eyebrow curiously. "How sick?"

Alfred shrugged. "I dunno. Really sick. We couldn't afford a doctor or the right herbs or anything." He paused for a moment before asking "do you think you can cure him?"

Arthur spun his head around and stared in Alfred's pleading eyes. "We will try our best."

"Thanks Artie!" he shouted wrapping his arms around the Queen's shoulders.

"Cannot…breathe…" Arthur said gasping for Oxygen, his face turning the same shade of purple as his cloak.

Alfred chuckled. "Woops, sorry," he said embarrassingly releasing his arms from around his neck.

"Very well, if you do not mind, I would like to go back to sleep," he said stubbornly after dusting his clothes off.

"But we're here!" Alfred announced looking out the small window of his familiar town. The town was quite bustling, especially since it was daytime on a weekday. The quaint town was nothing like the CapitolCity or even the castle. Everyone was engulfed by their occupations, barely having enough time to converse with each others. The houses were all small shacks, as well as the businesses which were both in fear of being repossessed by the landowners.

"This is a town?" Arthur asked as the carriage slowed into a gentle stop before the two exited. The place smelled like his stables, figuring the residents couldn't afford clean water, and citizens were begging on the streets. The most surprising was a large estate in the centre of the town gated off by tall cobblestone walls. "Who lives there?"

"One of your stupid landowners," Alfred began to explain thinking of all the possessions he stole from him as a way to break his debt. "Yeah, and that's my house," he said pointing to a small shack, "but you already know that."

"Uh huh," he said more intrigued by the low living standards of the majority of his citizens. I guess Alfred does have a reason to be mad at me.

The thin, wooden door was unlocked as the two stepped inside the house. It was just as the two had remembered, except that Alfred was now tearing up a floorboard. "Mattie?" he asked with tears streaming down his face.

"What's wrong, your highness?" he asked walking over to Alfred. He looked under the floorboard to see an almost exact replica of Alfred lying lipless on the soil. Guilty he sad, "I'm sorry."

Alfred felt the body of his brother and wiped his tears away. "He's still breathing."

"That is good. How about we take him to the castle? We could get him treated properly."

Alfred looked at his brother then back at Arthur. He knew what kind of game he was playing, one in which he couldn't win. Either he would have to go to the castle to get Matthew cured but remain King or remain as a peasant having his brother pass away. "Sounds good," he said reluctantly.

A smile plastered on his lips watching his King cradle Matthew into his arms and carry him into the carriage.

"Stop!" a man on the street shouted. He was elegantly dressed in a flowing, cotton white shirt and navy blue trousers. From the corner of Arthur's eye, he could spot a small red spade stitched into the cufflinks of his shirt. "What do you two think you're doing, mate?" he asked with a strange accent for this part of Spades.

"Run!" Alfred shouted to Arthur trying to quickly position Matthew onto the carriage.

"Oh Alfred," he sang. "You know what day it is, don't you?"

The two paused in their tracks and Alfred gulped. "Yes, Christian," he spat.

"Where's my money?" Christian asked shifting his weight between his legs. Alfred's face fell in shame. "I see. I guess we will have to make a trade off, hmm?"

"Take the house, I'm leaving anyways," he muttered.

He smirked. Eyeing Arthur, he said "that's not what I have in mind."

"Do you not know who I am?" Arthur asked enraged at the idea.

Christian smiled once more. "I like your attitude, Queen Arthur. Now if you don't want there to be a problem, you better run along and leave me with my, err, work," he suggested pulling at the collar of Alfred's purple cloak.

"In your dreams," Alfred remarked throwing a clenched fist at Christian's face, leaving a nasty scar on his cheek right below his eye.

He smirked. "If it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get, mate!" He punched Alfred in the face twice, managing to pull him onto his knees. Before Arthur could help him up, he kicked Alfred's stomach with his heavy black boot. "It was nice doing business with you," he laughed walking back off into the city, probably to harass another innocent family.

"Are you okay?" Arthur asked kneeling beside Alfred.

"I'm…fine," he strained himself to say. Both his face and face were throbbing immensely.

Arthur soughed softly before leaning Alfred's thin body on his, although he looked much heavier than he looked. "Please, don't injure yourself anymore," he said laying his body next to Matthew's on the carriage and signaling the carriage chauffeur to begin heading back to the castle.

"I had to!" Alfred defended clutching his stomach. "He was going to rape you!"

"Alfred!" he scolded. "You are royalty. You should not be speaking such foul language! He is a loyal landowner."

"Didn't cha notice the red spade on his shirt? He is definitely not loyal to you."

Shocked the Queen shouted "what! That is preposterous. Nobody defies royalty!"

"Unless you're part of the Red Revolution."

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Red Revolution?"

"I'm surprised you haven't heard of it. It's been growing popular, but I'm unsure what it stands for, but I know it can't be something good."

"Well, don't strain yourself. Get some rest," he stated. Alfred nodded rolling over on his bench before snuggling into a ball beside Arthur. "Oh yes, thank you…for today," he stated awkwardly.

"It was nothing," he said yawning.

"Just get some rest," he stated stroking Alfred's hair, trying to flatten out his one cowlick, but unable to achieve his goal. He looked over at the two twins and sighed. Treating the two was the least of their problems.

To Be Continued...