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"Arthur! Where are you. I need to speak with you immediately. Please come to my chambers." The king called. Arthur looked up from his desk and writings to respond.
"Yes father!" He put his pen down and stood up, neatly pushing in his chair. He left his room quietly and began to make his way towards his father's chambers. To his dismay, his older brother Erin caught him in the hallway.
"Hey wee tyke! Where you heading off too?" He put his little brother in a headlock and would not release.
"Off to see father. Now I would appreciate being let go of." Arthur struggled in his brothers grip.
"Well it's good I don't need your appreciation, now isn't it?"
"Erin! Release me!" He smirked.
"Sure little brother." He pushed Arthur down. Arthur landed face-first, scratched his face in doing to, Erin laughing behind him. Erin walked away, still laughing mockingly. Arthur picked himself up and dusted himself off, before continuing towards his father's chambers.
"You wanted to see me father."
"Ah Arthur, come in. What happened to your face? Did Erin get to you again." Arthur put his hand over the cut and nodded. It was starting to bleed slightly. "I swear that boy will never learn."
"I'm alright father."
"Ah, but I could never let someone like that rule the kingdom! Just think of what he'll do! Which brings me to why I've called you here." A curious Patrick was walking by when he heard this. He began to eavesdrop on their conversation.
"What do you mean."
"You know, Arthur, I will not be around for much longer. I need someone to take the thrown."
"Oh father, you mustn't speak that way."
"It is the truth, my son. And to leave you to live with these ingrates who have no respect for you or anyone else for that matter. And to leave Erin as king? No that would not do. That boy has too much bloodlust, and our country cannot survive off war. No matter how weak the enemy.
"Our thriving country does not need a war."
"Precisely why I have changed the heir."
"You can't mean-"
"Erin shall not be King. Arthur, I have chosen you to be the next heir to the thrown. To rule the Kingdom of Emerald with peace, not war. I shall tell the Kingdom tomorrow. Goodnight." Patrick quickly left to go tell Erin of the Kings plan.
"Goodnight father." Arthur left without another word. He headed to his chambers to think.
"Yes father!" He put his pen down and stood up, neatly pushing in his chair. He left his room quietly and began to make his way towards his father's chambers. To his dismay, his older brother Erin caught him in the hallway.
"Hey wee tyke! Where you heading off too?" He put his little brother in a headlock and would not release.
"Off to see father. Now I would appreciate being let go of." Arthur struggled in his brothers grip.
"Well it's good I don't need your appreciation, now isn't it?"
"Erin! Release me!" He smirked.
"Sure little brother." He pushed Arthur down. Arthur landed face-first, scratched his face in doing to, Erin laughing behind him. Erin walked away, still laughing mockingly. Arthur picked himself up and dusted himself off, before continuing towards his father's chambers.
"You wanted to see me father."
"Ah Arthur, come in. What happened to your face? Did Erin get to you again." Arthur put his hand over the cut and nodded. It was starting to bleed slightly. "I swear that boy will never learn."
"I'm alright father."
"Ah, but I could never let someone like that rule the kingdom! Just think of what he'll do! Which brings me to why I've called you here." A curious Patrick was walking by when he heard this. He began to eavesdrop on their conversation.
"What do you mean."
"You know, Arthur, I will not be around for much longer. I need someone to take the thrown."
"Oh father, you mustn't speak that way."
"It is the truth, my son. And to leave you to live with these ingrates who have no respect for you or anyone else for that matter. And to leave Erin as king? No that would not do. That boy has too much bloodlust, and our country cannot survive off war. No matter how weak the enemy.
"Our thriving country does not need a war."
"Precisely why I have changed the heir."
"You can't mean-"
"Erin shall not be King. Arthur, I have chosen you to be the next heir to the thrown. To rule the Kingdom of Emerald with peace, not war. I shall tell the Kingdom tomorrow. Goodnight." Patrick quickly left to go tell Erin of the Kings plan.
"Goodnight father." Arthur left without another word. He headed to his chambers to think.
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Alfred held his mother's hand tighter as he walked into Hetalia Academy Elementary. He looked up at his mother. “Mommy... I'm scared... I liked my last school more...”
His mother rubbed his hand. “It's okay darling. You'll be fine. I'm sure there's lots of nice kids here.”
Alfred squeezed his mom's hand tighter as she opened the door to his second grade classroom. There were kids everywhere. He hid behind his mother's back as the teacher came up to her.
“Hello!” The teacher smiled brightly. “I'm Mr. Vargas.” He held out his hand out to Alfred mother and she shook it. He knelled nex
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"Ready to get your ass kicked?" Alfred grinned. Feliciano hid behind Ludwig, who's expression did not change.
"You haven't even told us what ve're playing." The blonde german reminded him.
"We're gonna play some football!"
"Football?" Feliciano jumped out from behind his taller friend, "Ve~ I love football!"
"Great idea, Alfred." Arthur grinned, "I'm quite good at football."
"Really?" Alfred blinked slowly in surprise, "I can't see you tackling anyone to the ground..."
"What on earth are you implying?" Arthur flushed, "You don't tackle in football! Trip maybe, but that could get you carded
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Alfred looked up at Arthur and blushed letting go of Arthur's hand. “Why'd you let go?” Arthur asked looking into Alfred's sapphire eye.
Alfred shrugged and hid his head in his knees, blushing furiously.
The Brit scowled and took Alfred's hand in his own, giving Alfred a weak smile. “I like it, it makes me feel safer having you holding my hand.”
Alfred didn't look up but didn't pull his hand away.
They soon heard a knock on the door. “Hello? Alfred? Is Arthur up?” His mother asked.
“Yeah...” He said muffled.
His mother walked into the room and saw they were holding hands, she sm
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