AN Thank you to whoever corrected my German, whoever you are! I also apologize to everyone on my horrible spelling and grammar. I type these usually n my free time on my phone. :) Anyway, I know that Francis is supposed to be with Lil, just STAY WITH ME. I have a plan. :) toodleoo. :)

-In the country of Clubs.-

"Eliza?" Ivan knocked on her bedroom door gently, carrying a plate of food. He wasn't really the sensitive type, but the queen was the head of all battles. He couldn't do a thing about Hearts without her. He needed his Jack back.

"Why don't you come out and eat something, da? We can work on something. We could get him back on the 3rd of October?" Then Hearts would be suffer their acts of war for daring to put his country at risk. Clubs could hardly trade without their Jack. He was the mathematician. Roderich was the one who would have all the numbers and organize the events and festivals. They haven't had one since his disappearance.

After several moments of hesitation, Elizabetha opened the door and brushed some of her hair back. It wasn't as nice as usual, but at least she kept herself decent. Only stress showed. Some withdrawal. Though no weakness. "No thanks. I do not hunger." She turned and closed her bedroom door. Ivan took a step back in following suit. "Zough I will plan that rescue operation."

Ivan handed the plate off to one of the servants as he walked with Eliza. "You sent a letter to Spades?"

"Hm? Yes, just to the prince. Contact with new royals isn't bad as a queen can't really message a king. It's impolite." She couldn't say a thing.

"Good. I do not like them. If anything more then upon agreement I can go to war." He smiled

"There is no reason to get involved with them again. Unless they choose to join Hearts." They walked into the council hall and proceeded into a hush of arguments and plans.

-In the country of Diamonds-

"Ohohohon...so little Alfred has finally found his queen. His coming of age is fast approaching, I was wondering when the queen would be found.~". King Francis handed his letter over to his beautiful queen.

Joan smiled. "Well I'm happy for them. Aren't you?" She gently placed her delicate hand onto her husband's who smiled back and tightened his fingers around it. Coughing gently into her other hand.

Francis frowned but decided to momentarily change the subject. "Et 'ow is the little one?" He smoothed the pads of his thumb over Joan's knuckles, which prompted her to chuckle.

"They're fine amour."

Francis gently sat back and sighed. "Will you be well enough to go? To the wedding?"

She nodded happily. "Of course I am."

Francis nodded carefully. "Only if you say so mom cherie~."

The Dimond brought her hand up to his lips slowly so.