Author's Notes: Please excuse my lack of updating. I honestly do not know what came over me. I think I had writer's block so I am terribly sorry if this is awfully written. I am also sorry about the pace of this story. I do not even think I am one forth done with this story, so I want to skip around a bit. Sorry. Also, this chapter and last chapter are both filler chapters for a reason. I like the part in this chapter with the glasses. I think it is sweet that he mentions Arthur's eyes first over everything else in the room. Okay, next chapter something awesome is going to happen! It is about time the story-line kicks in a bit. The next two weeks are finals so don't except too many updates. Or not. Maybe on days of easier ones. As in, everything but math and possibly science. Enough with my life. Here is a Spade Rose for all of my reviewers! Don't forget to follow my tumblr page: betweendreamsandrealityy and vote on my profile for the next story for me to update. I will be closing that poll Monady June 11th so please do not forget to vote! Please enjoy.
Warnings: Strong language, I guess.
Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia or Cardverse AU.
"Your highness, I need your signatures on these," Arthur explained as he walked into Alfred's bedchamber with a stack of messily stacked papers in his hands. Alfred was sitting studiously at his desk with his finger intertwined with the golden chain of his Clock.
"It's Alfred, remember?"
Curtly, he scowled "of course, Alfred. Now where do you want these documents?"
"Just leave them over there," he said pointing to his oversized bed lazily. His blatant disrespect for his work proved he was unfit or at least too careless to be King. What was so hard about signing documents anyways?
"Do you not have any care about being a ruler? If you want to end up crafting our laws, you must begin somewhere," he said furious with Alfred's stubbornness. It didn't matter if he wanted to return to being a normal citizen; he had duties towards his Kingdom which triumph over his alternative motives.
Alfred sulked by crossing his arms over his chest managing to ruffle the nightgown he was still dressed in, even though it was afternoon. "But it's so boring and I have more important things to do!"
He raised an untamed eyebrow. "Like what, my King? Reminisce on old memories?"
"I was not reminiscing!" he protested as an obvious lie. Arthur did not know how it felt to lose everyone important to him, and maybe a little reminiscing is just what Alfred needed.
He rolled his green eyes. It was pointless to argue with a child. "Whatever you say. Just get this done before nightfall."
"Fine," he said snatching the parchment from Arthur's gloved hands. His sapphire eyes read curiously over Arthur's cursive letters. "It's all fucking blurry!"
"What?" Arthur asked looking over Alfred's shoulder and reading the parchment. "Is there something wrong with your eyes?"
He squinted at the sheet. "Possibly. A lot of things are blurry."
Arthur face fell in concern. "Why did you not tell me about this?"
"I don't know," he shrugged.
"I know Yao has a pair of spectacles he does not use in his room," he said tugging on Alfred's long indigo cloak.
"Spectacles?" Alfred asked locking into the Queen's gaze. "I'll look so old! I might even look as old as you," he said trying to lighten the mood.
Arthur scowled. "I am only twenty two, git," he muttered unable to comprehend Alfred's juvenile connotation.
Alfred scanned Arthur with a shocked face. Twenty two? he asked himself. "I'm just fooling around," he lied patting Arthur's back and making him practically fall over in the process.
"I wish you would not. It is not proper to be seen as a fool, your hi-Alfred."
His eyes gleamed. "You called me Alfred!"
A light pink blush painted his cheeks. "Yes, yes it seems I have."
He wrapped his arms around Arthur. "Now if you'd only let me call you Artie!"
"Yes, yes, if only," he said rolling his eyes. He cleared his throat awkwardly signaling Alfred to remove his strong arms strung around Arthur. "Shall we get your spectacles?"
"Oh right," Alfred said shamefacedly. He followed the Queen down the hallway and into another bedchamber similar to his. Only, this room had a shelf of books meticulously aligned against an oriental style desk. Arthur pulled out the top drawer of the desk and handed Alfred a pair of small round glasses. "Try these."
Alfred hesitantly placed the glasses on the bridge of his nose before looking into the round mirror placed on Yao's desk. "I look terrible!"
"You look…mature," he replied in a feeble attempt to say something nice about the glasses.
"I'm not wearing these," he stated stubbornly and removed the glasses.
Arthur's lips aligned. "I might have a solution." He motioned for Alfred to hold out his hand before closing his eyes. Then he began to chant ancient text, called Latin, from many centuries before the Great War occurred. "Is that better?" Arthur asked opening his eyes. Please don't say I screwed up, he thought to himself.
He looked down at his own hands noticing the circular glasses manifested into a pair of platinum wired glasses. "I didn't know you were good at magic!"
"I'm usually not," he admitted wondering why his magic suddenly worked after countless efforts to successfully complete even the simplest of spells. This will show my brothers!
"Thanks Artie!" he exclaimed and teetered them on the bridge of his nose. His blue eyes practically gleaming as he scoped the room yelling "whoa! You're eyes; they are so green!"
"Why thank you," he said with pink blush gracing his cheeks.
"And the room is so sharp and beautiful! Look at all of those rocks on the wall! Were there always so many rocks in the wall?"
Arthur giggled at his immaturity. "No, the rocks magically arrived from Hearts after you put on the glasses."
Gullibly, he asked "really? Hearts knew that I was going to get new glasses?"
The Queen chuckled once more. "Sometimes, you are such a bloody idiot."
"Would an idiot be able to do this?" he asked grabbing Arthur by the feet and hauling him over his shoulder as if he was a sack of potatoes.
"Let me down!" he hollered trying to squirm out of Alfred's grip, although it did more harm than good.
"Admit I'm the strongest, greatest person ever!"
He ignored the question. "Let me down!"
"Okay, fine. I was just trying to have a bit of fun," he said defensively.
Arthur brushed off imaginary dust from his cloak and said "very well. Just one question: when did you learn how to do that?"
The future King shrugged. "I always knew, I guess. I was always pretty strong. My dad said when I was little that I used to lift the bison that roamed onto our property. Isn't that cool?"
Arthur's green irises widened as he asked "really now? That is quite impressive," he said although he obviously was not. He could not believe such rubbish he was rambling about. "I will be back later for those papers. Try to have them done by midnight."
With a salute he said "will do."
"Your highness?" Arthur asked peeking his head through the door to Alfred's bedchamber. From a glance he saw Alfred sprawled out on his desk through the light of a candle. The corners of his lips turned upwards reflexively. "I need those papers." He walked into the room only to notice he was asleep and, worst of all, drooling on the documents.
Arthur bit his lip. He thought to himself why does he have to look so cute when he is asleep? He grabbed the stack of papers glimpsing at all fifty decrees signed with his infamous signature consisting of a star replacing the A in Alfred.
He rolled his eyes flipping through each sheet of paper until he reached the last piece of parchment. Through the dim lighted candle, he saw a picture sketched into the parchment in magnificent hues. On closer observation, it happened to be a realistic painting of Arthur sitting in the rose garden infatuated by a novel and on his lap was one of the blue roses. Has he been stalking me? he asked himself looking at the picture again and smiled.
"Thank you, Alfred," he said stopping the flickering flame from burning with two of his fingers before kissing him on the forehead.
To Be Continued...