Author's Notes: Aw. I feel so bad for this horribly written angst. I cannot wait to get to the action part, although that is many chapters away *hint hint* or not. I really don't have much to say, because I have a test today and I am a bit tired... (Also the chapter title gives it away). Insert witty pun about how awesome my reviewers are here. If you get a chance try some of my other stories and follow: betweendreamsandrealityy! I am going to leave it there.

Warnings: Strong language.

Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia or Cardverse AU.

"Luddy!" Gilbert called running across the room to catch up to his brother and a few of the royal servants who were industriously preparing for the night's merriment. "We need to ask a favor from you."

He sighed furrowing his eyebrows and replied strictly "I told you to stop calling me Luddy. It's Ludwig and nothing else."

"Lighten up," Peter said with a radiant smile. "It's not like you're not in debt to us anyways."

Ludwig sighed once more and gave a universal 'one minute' look to his servants. He frowned and whispered "make this quick."

"We need you to move the ball to tonight," Francis said bluntly.

His cobalt eyes grew in shock. "I have worked very hard to keep this event under control, and you three idiots are trying to force me to change this schedule!"

"Actually, there are four of us," Matthew said small. Why were they always forgetting me, he thought to himself. Am I really that small?

He threw his hands in the air to express his anger. "Whatever. I cannot tolerate this rash behavior!"

"This is about amour!" Francis pleaded. "What would Feliciano say if you tried to stop amour?"

He glared at the smirking King of Diamonds. "Do not bring the Jack into this."

Gilbert wrapped his arm around his brother's neck. "Think about it. We'll do all the preparations and all you have to do is say yes. Piece of cake. Anyways, it's not like you have anything better planned. I doubt any of the other royals would want to have a jousting tournament."

"It is fencing, and it is tradition," Ludwig hissed acerbically. He was not about to have his plans ignite into flames over whatever quote-un-quote amour Francis was referring to.

The four looked into their hands shamefully.

"But," Ludwig said as a sign of hope. I cannot believe I am doing this, he thought to himself. "I will allow you to have your ball, if you all prepare for it."

Gilbert saluted his brother before exclaiming "consider it done. Just tell all of the other royals to be here at the stroke of nine."

"It's almost midnight and Alfred still isn't here," Matthew said, his indigo eyes darting around the room. Through the leaking moonlight, he noticed the Queen of Spades was even here, although he was just moping with the Jack. "And it is almost midnight. I knew this wouldn't work!"

"Then I guess you will just have to persuade him," Peter said with a devious smile plastered all over his face.

"Me?" he asked uneasily. "I'm not too good at convincing people…"

Gilbert patted his back. "Nonsense, Mattie-o. Anyways, it will be a perfect time for you to test out some of that magic of yours."

"I'm not using magic on my brother." He really didn't feel comofrtable using magic on a regular day basis, and now Gilbert was requesting he use it on his brother. No way.

He pointed to a sillhouette doorway. "You don't need to." And there Alfred stood, looking quite casual in a white button down shirt and dark blue trousers.

"Alfred!" Matthew shouted calling him over to the group of Jokers at the side of the ballroom. "I knew you would come!"

"I didn't want to, although I was a bit convinced," he said holding up his Clock by its chain.

"This is your chance to make everything right!" Gilbert exclaimed.

"And maybe you could make that jerk all happy again, or at least happier than he is now," Peter smirked.

He sighed and aasked hopelessly "what if I can't?"

"I know someone who could help," Gilbert said with a wink before Francis magically appeared beside him.

"King Francis?"

"What better person than the one who started it all?"

Alfred muttered "I could name a few."

"Oh, but I know that stingy Queen of yours." He said holding out his hand as an invite to dance. "Beside, I owe you a favor."

Before he could blink, he was pulled out onto the dance floor with the moon shining down from the glass dome. He frowned. "Why are you helping me?"

"Because I know about that stupid Clock of yours. It might have slipped a couple of times, but I also know about amour. I know that it doesn't seem that way, but his admiration for you is not just politically but also romantically. He has always been shy about his feelings. Trust me, he will come."

Alfred snorted. "We'll see."

"We will just have to speed things up," he said pressing Alfred's body closer to his. It felt nothing like the way he danced the Spades waltz with Arthur. Absolutely nothing. There was no passion or romance behind this, only revenge and anger.

"It's still not working," Alfred whispered.

"I'm sorry your majesty," he said before kissing him on the cheek.

That was the final straw for Arthur who, of course, was watching the entire act. "Excuse me, do you mind if I have this dance?" he asked abruptly, grabbing Alfred's wrist.

Francis winked. "All yours."

"I am…um…sorry," Arthur said clearing his throat. "Also, I do not have feelings for the King of Diamonds, anymore."

"I'm sorry for blowing things outta proportions. It was silly of me to think you could like someone as slimy as him."

He chuckled. "You have to give me some credit. Also, I was talking to Yao earlier. He thinks we did a good job, you know…"

"With what? If anything I just made a giant mess out of our trip to Hearts."

"No, no, we were able to convince everyone with the whole acting like we are in love routine."

It is now or never, he told himself. "Uh, Artie. I have something to confess to you."

"Yes, your-Alfred."

"You look lovely tonight," he said unable to say his original words, although his words were sincere. The full moon's glow made his features glow angelically.

A light pink blush tinted the Queen's cheek. "Why thank you. You do too, if I do say so myself."

"Wait! That wasn't what I was going to tell you. I meant to say that I'm no longer acting to love you, I honestly do."

Arthur nuzzled his head on Alfred's shoulder. "Me too, love."

To Be Continued...