((Authors Note: I know that this pairing is a little different from the norm, but I just wanted to try something a bit unique. Well, I hope that you enjoy this story in all its lemony glory (because trust me, there's a lot). xD))

Christoff was the epitome of France. He always stood by his beliefs and made sure he honored his traditions and kept it alive. Many who knew him saw him as a strict and disciplined master who ran his empire with an iron fist. However, those who were close saw him as a great friend.

One day, he decided to take a walk through the town for a breath of fresh air. He got many bows and nods as he traveled through, getting paid the respect he deserved. As he was walking, he couldn't help but notice someone catching his eye...

Kenny was rarely ever out, as the woman at the shop valued him because of his blonde hair (as Lord Christoff had a genuine hatred for blondes, so they were often executed on-site) and he was her most expensive servant. He often wore a wrap around his head to keep his blonde locks protected and safety hidden. Though seeing him out in the open was rare, today was an exception. She needed his charming smile to help her run errands.

He watched as a man walked down the street, people bowing and nodding to him. 'Hm. He must be a noble...' Since Kenny rarely got out, he had no clue who Christoff was. His shop keeper stepped out and pushed his head, whispering darkly. "Bow, you imbecile!"

"Y-Yes...sorry..." Kenny whispered back, bowing beside the woman.

Christoff noticed his delayed reaction and stopped abruptly. He turned around and came closer to the little shop.

The boy was a foreigner- he wasn't too keen on foreigners as they never really acknowledged or respected his culture.

Which explained a lot.

"Where are you from, boy?" He interrogated as people instantly stopped in their tracks to watch what was going on.

Kenny froze. The man was approaching him! He heard the question and gulped. "I-I'm from a small town in Italy, S-Sir." Kenny was still bowing, his eyes tightly closed.

"My Lord," the shopkeeper started, "I am so sorry, I should have trained him better. But he was just so perfect with his manners and abilities as a servant, it completely slipped my mind..."

"Mmm...I can tell," his frown twitched, cross-examining the boy intensely. "You're quite decent-looking, zough, for a foreigner. What'z your name?"

Kenny blinked. "Ah...I-It's Kenny McCormick, Sir." He was shaking. What if the man hit him? Would he? Would it be like home?

"Kenny McCormick, hm?" He pulled out a small pen and paper and wrote it down. "I shall remember your name...as the boy who felt it unnecessary to give respect to the former King of France," he sneered, staring him down.

Kenny's headstrong personality was getting ahead of him as he stood straight and growled as he exposed his usual self.

"Listen here, you uptight bastard! I was born in a small town where nobles barely batted a damn eye at! You need to get off your high horse and walk in my shoes! See what it's like to be walked all over, like you're nothing! I'm tired of bastards like you! I'm done being nice! Screw you, and have a nice day!" Yu grabbed the bags of groceries and began storming off, the shopkeepers in shock.

The bystanders let out a gasp in unison as they spectated the scene. Dissent against the Lord was unheard of and could very much result in harsh punishment or even death.

Christoff grabbed the boy's arm before he could fully leave to give him a menacing glare.

"What zid you just zay?" He growled, slowly accentuating each word that came from out his mouth.

A dark smirk came to rest on Kenny's face."Oh, I'm sorry. I meant...Screw you and have a nice day, SIRE!" He shouted in Christoff's face before jerking his arm away.

Christoff wheeled his hand back and collided his hand with Kenny's face, leaving a red hand mark on the boy's cheek. The sound reverberated throughout the town as some of the village officials and policemen came out to inspect the situation.

Kenny's head snapped to the side with the force of the slap. He felt no pain, and busted into fits of laughter. "Awe, is the widdle King angry?" He looked up at Christoff, his blue eyes challenging.

"Is anything the problem, sir?" The man bowed before him.

"Dissent."

"DISSENT!? The men instantly drew the swords. "Don't worry, we'll have him killed, sire."

The shopkeeper then spoke softly. "Death isn't good enough for him. It's too much of an easy way. Torture him."

Kenny froze. That bitch!

Christoff blinked for a moment, then closed his eyes with a smirk. He refused to let this boy drive him to full rage, it wouldn't be the proper etiquette of a person of high status, well in public anyways.

"Don't kill him yet...put him in the chamber underneath my castle."

"Yes, sir," they went to grab the boy to put him in the caged wagon.

Kenny screeched as the men grabbed him. "No! Please just kill me! I don't want to go through this again! Rip my heart out, decapitate me! Please..." He whispered the last of it as they slammed the door shut.