Author's Notes: Yea~ Ready for another chapter? I hope you are! I don't know why, but I was completely stuck on this chapter...maybe because of APs or something stupid. Anyways, I want to talk a bit about the story. First, I really want to finish this story. The ending is going to be quite awesome and this part is rather boring. *Pouts* where's all of the fun? Second, this chapter is a chapter full of explainations. I hope it makes it a bit clearer, and if not, you could always PM me. Lastly, it's obvious that there has been a major idea introudced: the Red Revolution; and I'm hoping to further escalate it. Who do you think is behind it? I seriously regret not putting these notes at the bottom. Urg. A bit hug to all of my reviewers who are sweeter than cake. Mmmmm cake. Reminder to all of you that are currently enjoying this story, remember to vote on my profile page for me to continue this story, or a different story.

Warnings: Strong language.

Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia or Cardverse AU.

"Arthur?" Yao asked knocking on Arthur's towering chamber door and entering without permission. It was always like Yao to invade someone's privacy like that, a pet peeve Arthur had acquired over the years.

Arthur hastily tucked a book on the history of Spades into a drawer in his mahogany desk before turning around smirking in his chair. "Hello, Jack. Is there any news?"

He tilted his head trying to get a glimpse at what has been occupying his Queen from his usual monotonous schedule. "Actually yes, aru. I cannot figure out a permanent cure for Alfred's brother. I'm more concerned with Alfred, actually."

"And why is that?" he asked worried about his King's health. He placed his crown on the side of the table and stared at his reflection in it. Never has he seen black circles engulfing his own green eyes as heavy as it did now, mocking the design of a raccoon, although Yao's were much worse. Arthur had spent the past two nights catching up on his paperwork, while Yao was working on a cure for Alfred and Matthew.

"He kept saying some…" he cleared his throat "things in his sleep."

Arthur's emerald eyes filled with curiosity. "Like what?"

"The word 'Red.' Do you have any idea what that means?"

Arthur sighed, resting his head in his delicate white gloved hands. "I was hoping you could answer that. When we went to his town we encountered something horrific. Alfred called it the Red Revolution, but that's all he knows," he said furrowing his brow. Even his Clock would not give him any information on the Red Revolution, just as the books he studied had no evidence it ever occurred before.

"Red Revolution? I've heard of it before," he said receiving an icy glare from Arthur. "Just once," he added defensively. "It's some nonsense about overthrowing the government, but it would never receive enough popularity because of how smooth the country has been running recently. It was the most threatening right after you became Queen, actually, aru."

He pouted crossing his arms across his chest and asked "and why would anyone not bloody trust me?"

Yao shrugged. "Uncertainties, I'm assuming. It's not common when a sixteen year old takes the throne, especially without a King's guidance."

He sighed tangling the chain of the Clock between his thin fingers. "I guess," he said more focused on the hour hand seizing to move even slightly from its position at the five.

"Don't fret, my Queen, it is no concern at all anymore. You are obvious worthy enough of their trust," Yao stated placing one strong hand on Arthur's shoulder, which was immediately rejected.

"Then why does Alfred bloody know about it?"

Yao shook his head. "This is nothing to get riled up about. I, too, have second thoughts about this boy; but it is not my place to do so. The Clock has chosen and I'm afraid there is no way to change its decision."

Arthur turned around in his chair to get a better glimpse at his Jack. "What do you suppose we do?"

Yao exhaled loudly. "The choice is yours. Either we teach him how to be a worthy King or…" he said unable to speak the last words.

"We kill him?" Arthur suggested turning the humid room silent.

"I think it would be in our best position to train him," Yao stated breaking the tense silence.

He shook his head. "We only have until the Autumn Equinox. Are you sure that is enough time?"

Yao rubbed his forehead, obviously overworked from the past couple of days. "It's unable to say for sure. I bet if we work hard enough, it would be possible. Now if you do not mind, I will be going back to sending out a formal invitation for the Jokers. I advise, my Queen, that you watch over him," he said before striding out of Arthur's room hastily, leaving Arthur to sulk.

Alfred's cobalt eyes shot open. "Arthur?" he asked blearily trying to focus on the figure hovering over him.

Arthur quickly looked away, his cheeks flaring a bright pink. He was sitting in the mahogany desk chair which was conveniently pulled next to the side of the bed. "Oh, good morning, Alfred," he said with his voice cracking slightly, denying to actually care about his future King. "I was not staring or anything…Yao just told me to check up on you."

"Whatever," Alfred mumbled trying to stand up from his bed but somehow unable to. "It seems like Yao has more power than you do."

He smacked the back of his blonde head. "Do not speak lowly of royalty when he has done so much as to cure you and your brother."

"He did?" he asked rubbing the back of his head, which surprisingly hurt contradicting Arthur's fragile structure. The last thing he could remember clearly was fighting Christian, and who knows how many days it has been since then.

Arthur nodded having his distressed, platinum blonde hair fall into his face. "It took a while to get your brother much healthier, but he still is not fully cured. We have already sent out a request for a Joker representative to come, but that could take weeks for all we know."

"How long have I been…you know…asleep?"

He waved his hand through the moist air. "Just a couple of days," he said watching Alfred's eyes widen in disbelief. "It is completely normal for that to happen, seeing the effects of magic."

"Can I see him?" Alfred asked struggling to pull himself out of his bed.

He sighed placing his hand above Alfred's chest and laid him back down. "You need to rest, my King, as well as Matthew."

"Can't you use your Queenly powers and heal me?"

Arthur raised his eyebrow. Never has he heard something as stupid as Queenly powers. Not all Queens had a magical gift; it was a rarity some people are born with. "Queenly powers?"

"Well…you're, like, magical and stuff. Right?"

Arthur groaned "your grammar is bloody horrific!"

"That's not the fucking point!" he exclaimed throwing his hands in the air. "My point is that you have magic powers."

"Indeed, but the Jack is a far better healer," he said wearily. His magic was, err, infamous for creating unpleasant things to happen. It was preferred that he wouldn't partake in magic unless absolutely necessary.

He sulked "I'm not just going to lie around on my ass all day!"

"That was not my intentions. I propose we begin working on your etiquette, something you seem to be lacking," he said muttering the latter of the sentence.

"Fine," he said sitting up on his oversized bed. "Where do you want to start?"

To Be Continued...