Author's Notes: Howdy. I'm going to take a wild guess here that nobody liked the previous chapter (although I don't blame you because it was quite boring) but I hope to ramp it up a teensey bit in this chapter. It is not supposed to be completely action-y, yet. There's still a little fluff in the middle. Aw. Also there is a part where Alfred says that Arthur treats the commoners as if they do not have souls. Actually in Spain, there was a trial in which Native Americans were believed not have no souls. Awww poor natives. Even though it is a bit ironic that Alfred is saying that because in America there was the Trail of Tears and the Manifest Destiny (not the Mandate of Heaven). Okay I will stop being a history geek now and proceed with the story. I actually like the ending of this chapter. I know, it will be a first. It was a bit short though. I think next chapter will have some more cliche fluff...or not. This story has to move along or it's going to be fifty chapters! Unless you want fifty chapter...Thanks a billion times for reviewing! Don't forget to check out my profile and vote for the story I should continue or start! Now for chapter 11!

Warnings: Some language.

Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia yatta yatta yatta

"Come on," Arthur exclaimed tugging on Alfred's muscular arm and the two followed the servant back into the castle like lost puppies. Her hair hung just below her shoulders in messy wavy charcoal locks as if she had just awoken moments ago. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"I'm sorry to say that I was not there in the scene of the crime. However, I can bring you there if you would like." The two royals nodded before being led into the throne room. Unfolded before them in the large room was the Ace, Two and Three all chaining three assassins to the floor with platinum chains. Near the corner was Iain being comforted by his brothers and the Jack.

"Yao? What is the meaning of this?" he asked stomping over to the four.

"It seems these assassins somehow got past the guards. Thank Spades you two are unharmed," he said quite relieved; although his focus remained on Iain whose cheek was horribly bruised in hues of black and blue.

"Yes, yes, we are okay. Now can somebody explain what happened?" he asked hastily and impatiently tapping his foot on the blue rug.

"That fucking prick tried to kill me! Send him to the dungeon!" Iain yelled desperately. He was still shaking of fear when a servant handed him a porcelain teacup which spilled a bit on the floor.

Arthur nodded partially ignoring his brother's statement before walking over to the tallest assassin. He could not care any less about his brother's witness and would rather know the murderers' motives. His light brown hair was stained with crimson blood splattering onto the floor, as well as parts of his black shirt. In the corner of his emerald eye, he noticed a red spade stitched into his shirt. "Why were you here?" he asked picking him up by his collar. For someone of a fragile structure, Arthur wielded much strength. "Were you here to eliminate me?"

The assassin scowled "I do not take orders from you."

"Very well then," he stated through his gritted white teeth. "Take those three to the dungeon and extract information by any means necessary."

The Ace nodded, complying with Arthur's demands and began knotting the chains tighter together around their wrists.

"You can't just go around torturing people!" Alfred exclaimed from beside the servant girl. "No matter what crimes they committed!"

Arthur rolled his eyes and hissed "stay out of this Alfred!"

"Why? So you can be the victorious man who wins the revolution. Maybe this is why they are revolting. You treat your commoners as if they didn't have souls!"

"These are not commoners," he spat disgusted at both Alfred and the murderer's behavior. "These are filthy revolutionaries here to kill me or even you. I am merely trying to keep you safe."

"You don't care about me! It's all about your fucking country."

"Alfred! Arthur! Calm down," Yao yelled over the commotion the two were making. The two of the pouted before Yao shouted "can't you just go one day without arguing?" The two royals looked guiltily into their hands. "Alfred, it is not your place to be making orders yet; although I do not totally disagree that Arthur's demands are a bit extreme."

"Yao," Arthur complained holding his tongue on his actually thoughts. Public or not, he still was expected to be harsh with his punishments or nobody would take him seriously.

"Both of you, apologize at once," the Jack ordered harshly. "I will not have you two at the brink of war with each other!"

"Sorry," the two muttered simultaneously although neither meant it.

"I'll be in my quarters if anyone needs me," Alfred mumbled before walking off embarrassed.

"He's the cream of the crop," William noted sarcastically.

Connor added "you are so very lucky to be bared with having to marry such a lovely man."

The Queen could only curl his lip in response.

"May I come in?" Arthur asked after tapping on Alfred's open chamber door twice.

"I don't really have a choice, do I?" he asked noticing Arthur had already walked in beside him. He closed his book and asked from his desk "what brings you here?"

"You," he stated brusquely. "You confuse me."

Alfred tilted his head in confusion before raising an eyebrow as a signal to continue.

His face flushed red watching the sun splatter light in the room through a small window. This made it easier to see each other's face, which is not necessarily a bad thing. "No, wait that is wrong is it not? What I meant it that…you amaze me. At times you can be this passionate person who cares a lot more about the citizens than I ever could. Then there are the times when I want to kick you in the ass."

Alfred scratched the back of his head. "That was probably the nicest thing anyone's every said to me so…thanks, I guess. I guess you do care about me."

"Well…um…goodnight," he said awkwardly prior to pressing his lips against Alfred's forehead. He turned on his heel and left without any other words leaving Alfred curious about his Queen. Maybe Matthew was correct about their feelings after all…

In the lower levels of the castle harbored the lowest excuses for humans in all of Spades. Footsteps echoed in the long hallway before the clicking stopped in front of a heavy metal door. The silhouette reached in a pocket stitched into his purple trousers for a silver key before unlocking the door and stepping inside. The murder cocked his head in confusion and asked "who are you?"

"Your new Queen," the other stated in a harsh voice.

The murder smiled smugly and jingled with his chains in hopes of getting out of his imprisonment. "And what business does my Queen have in my prison cell?"

"I'm congratulating you on a job well done," the other says with an intimidating smile before walking out of the cell.

"That is all?" he asked..

The other smiled deviously. "For now, at least."

To Be Continued...