'Alright. I've almost got it-'.

Arthur let out a yelp as all 4 books fell from his head. Sighing, he bent down to pick them up.

The queen sighed "Arthur, perhaps we should take a break, you seem distracted. Why don't you go into town and familiarize yourself with the people?" Arthur lightened up with that. Sure he may not be able to see his home which was all the way in eight, but that would do.

Arthur was dressed in more appropriate clothes and then was escorted to the town. And that was how he spent his day. Truth be told, it did cheer him up. Though he did see brown eyes staring at him

Upon reaching home, Alfred ran into his room and immediately began to write, he started with the intro. Then put his quill down. Stretching, he leaned back and sighed. Then he wrote again. That he wouldn't be able to make the decision when he was prince. He needed until next week. Alfred then closed it and then didn't hear from her again throughout the week.

Arthur was being bathed for the prince. Though he couldn't stop thinking about the odd things he had seen in town. He could have sworn he had seen red. Though now was not the time to worry. Today was the Wednesday before the Saturday wedding, and he was granted time, this whole day, to talk to Alfred and spend time with him.

Arthur made his way to the breakfast table with the queen and sat down. The queen whispered to the king and he traded looks between the two and themselves. Breakfast was quiet. Alfred looked tense. Only one thought ran through his brain. 'Run with Sakura, help aid Hearts against Clubs, or believe that clubs had lost their jack.

Arthur ate in silence and rather slowly, so when Alfred was done he joined the awkward conversation that his parents were attempting to make.

After a while Alfred excused himself and then went to the other side of the table, holding his hand out to Arthur. Arthur took it and the head royals smiled.

In the garden Arthur stayed mute and Alfred wasn't talking for once. Though he finally broke the silence. "So, Arthur...uh...it looks like we will be married on Saturday." Arthur nodded.

Alfred sighed loudly. "Arthur I need your help, as my future queen." Said man stopped and rubbed his arms. "It's about hearts...isn't it.

Alfred nodded. "Look, Arthur I...I don't know what to do...do you remember when I told you I was afraid when we first talked?"

"Yes." Arthur looked at Alfred as the prince began to walk again. Arthur followed in step.

"I think that the prince of hearts is hurting Sakura... She says that she can't leave her kingdom but she loves me...when I suggested we elope...I doubt she would even give up her royalty to be here with me..."

"Arthur tensed at those words. "I don't know Alfred, and it isn't really my business. ...I feel that she would tell you what's wrong if she loved you the way you love her." Arthur quickly realized what he had said. "But I'm not saying she doesn't! I am just saying that maybe she needs more time..."

Alfred frowned. "Okay...Arthur..." The American cleared his throat. "Also...you heard what happened between my Dad and I... Hearts has just asked for aid...and I..."

Arthur interrupted him. "Alfred, I don't intend to put this country into war. And honestly I don't think hearts is worth it. Nor is Clubs."

"Alfred tensed. "Wait, Arthur- I mean, at least think it out! You can't just let your jealousy blind you when a country calls out! "

Arthur turned on him. "I'm not bloody jealous! ". Arthur sucked In a deep breath. "I was merely going to say we don't have enough evidence! Either Clubs is trying to take hearts over, and if we join then maybe they could come after us! Or Hearts is pulling our strings! We don't know what they are planning! There is a birthday party for king Ludwig's 24th, and we can inspect there to see if Clubs has really had their Jack taken. In other words we could find it what is really up and you can make your decision then."

Alfred waited for Arthur to finish and then sighed. "I guess you are right..."

Arthur scoffed and proceeded to walk in front of the now slower and defeated American. Bending down to gently caress a rose. "I know I'm right." He ran his gentle skin over the rose and pricked himself on the thorn, simply observing.

Alfred watched Arthur play with the roses and sat down on the grass behind him, reclining in the beautiful September air. He leaned on his arms which propped him up from the ground. The flowers should be wilting, but it seemed like Arthur would revive them. A small smile appeared and then quickly faded. "Arthur?"

Arthur turned to look at him and raised a brow in confusion. "Yes?"

Alfred swallowed and looked at the grass, sitting forward and beginning to play with the strands of grass. "I'm sorry...I've practically doomed you to spending your life on your own...for this position..."

"Arthur frowned and his shoulders fell. "Oh..No. Alfred, it's fine. ". He corrected him. "I'll be fine." He corrected.