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There are so many fairy tales about the prince and the princess. The prince saves the princess, they kiss, they fall in love, they get married, happily ever after. But no one ever talks about the lonely prince that needed a princess to save him, instead. And no one ever does discuss the tale of the king and the prince who fell in love.

"Yuri, Yuri. What's my agenda for the day," a certain silver-haired prince paced his chambers as he thought up his speech for the upcoming ball he was hosting. Two kingdoms would become one through marriage and he was to host the ceremony that celebrated it all. Kingdoms from across the land would come to visit the spectacular event.

"Calm down, King Viktor. I have you schedule right here," a blond advisor, promptly given the name Yuri, chastised his liege. "Honestly, you'd lose your head if not for me." He sighed out as he looked over the schedule. "You have some free time right now, so I suggest working on your speech for the ceremony. But in two hours, you are to be fit for your ceremonial outfit - which in my opinion is a bit flashy-"

"Ah, but the flashier the better! The Nikiforov Kingdom will have its name spread throughout the other kingdoms," Viktor proclaimed in a rather show-boaty manner.

"Hopefully for good reasons," Yuri muttered under his breath. "Anyways, after your fitting, you have to meet with the Duke of Yutopia to discuss the matters of that kingdom. Then after you will have dinner with the Duchess of the Kingdom of Ji. Then we are to meet with our coordinators of the ball to select a theme. From there we'll discuss colors, decorations, music, et cetera. Then at 21:00, your bath will be drawn for you. At 21:00 and thirty minutes we shall make preparations for your slumber and at 22:00 promptly, you are to bed."

"Ah. A busy day. I look forward to the meeting of the Duke of Yutopia. Yutopia is such an interesting kingdom-" Viktor began but was cut off by Yuri.

"It's not a kingdom, King Viktor," Yuri stated.

"Oh? But it has lower class, noble class, and a ruling prince," Viktor pointed out.

"Merely titles sir. It's a democracy with elected officials. Though in recent polls, most of the citizens are happy with their current ruling prince and are voting for a legislation change. They want to become a monarchy instead of a democracy," Yuri stated as he glanced over the information on Yutopia.

"Ah. As it is, Yutopia is still mysterious. None of the other kingdoms know who the prince is or what he looks like or much of anything else other than certain political points as you've just mentioned," Viktor nodded his head.

"Agreed. Though I am skeptical because, for a democracy, the elected ruler should come to the meeting, not an elected sub-class. Why would the prince not come himself?" Yuri frowned at this.

"Maybe he is shy?" Viktor smiled at his advisor.

"Whatever the case, you have a busy day in two hours. So, get to writing your speech and memorizing it. I will not allow you cue cards this time," Yuri reprimanded Viktor, who laughed despite himself.

"Got it, got it. I'm on the case!"

Meanwhile, in Yutopia, a frantic elected prince paced the office of his home as he thought about the meaning.

"I should go. But... what if I say something stupid? Oh... it's better to send Phichit. He's better at words than I am... How did I become an elected official!? I'm not cut out for this!"

"Calm down, Yuuri. You're doing well. That much is obvious by the fact that the people want a change from democracy to monarchy," the prince's friend tried to soothe him with a smile.

"But why? All I did was run a hot spring with my family and skate on some ice. I have no qualifications for this job!" Yuuri sighed out. "Yuuko, help me here!"

Yuuko chuckled and patted the seat next to the one she was sitting on. "Have a seat and take a breath. People wanted a change in Yutopia. They hated our last one and since you're kinda famous here because of the hot springs and the ice skating, they chose you. They figured you'd do better than our last prince, Tajiru-san."

"But... I'm no King. I wish I had more courage to go to the meeting so I could get some tips on being a leader from King Viktor... he's doing really well in the Nikiforov Kingdom. The people love him..." Yuuri sighed out once more as he shoulders drooped.

"He comes from a long line of good kings. After all, he's a Nikiforov, the Kingdom's namesake. You'll find your niche, Yuuri. You just have to be patient. I doubt the first Nikiforov king knew what he was doing, but as he learned he passed his knowledge down to the line and so on and so forth until Viktor, who was raised with all the knowledge on how to run a kingdom," Yuuko reassured her childhood friend. "Believe in yourself. That's the best you can do."

"I suppose you're right. Thanks, Yuuko..." Yuuri smiled at her. "Hey... wanna go ice skating? I have some time before I need to get fitted for my outfit for the ceremony. I heard King Viktor likes to be flashy so... me and Phichit are gonna wear flashy outfits too."

"Good idea... on both accounts," Yuuko grinned at Yuuri, though she stopped when she saw him fidget. "What's on your mind now, Yuuri?"

"Just... the votes are to be cast tomorrow... so... tomorrow night, we'll know if I'm actually a Monarchical Prince or a Democratic one..." Yuuri bit his lip as Yuuko giggled.

"You'll do fine, Yuuri. I have faith in you!" Yuuko pat her childhood friend on the back.

"That makes one of us."

"Ah. So, he's concerned?" Viktor asked as he blinked at Phichit.

"Yes. See... our Prince is an elected official, and only elected because none of the other contestants for the position were good enough and he was quite famous because of his family's hot springs, Katsuki Onsen," Phichit nodded with a smile at Viktor. "He's nervous about being the leader of our country and he's afraid he'll make a faux pas in person so he's sent me to do negotiations."

"I see. A wise decision if he feels like he won't do well to send someone he feels will do better," Viktor nodded. "I think he has good judgement. So, what ails your country for you to request an audience with the Nikiforov Kingdom?"

"Well... our country is amid a vote. A vote that could change the way the country is operated for years to come," Phichit started.

"Ah, yes. My advisor told me about the vote to change the administration from commonwealth to a regime. Very peculiar of a country, indeed," Viktor stated with a thoughtful pose.

"Yes, but Prince Yuuri's heart is a good one and he only cares about what's best for our Kingdom," Phichit nodded.

"'Yuri'?" Viktor tilted his head and looked to Yuri with a childish grin. "Yuri, when did you become the elected prince of Yutopia?"

"Get serious, King Viktor. I have always been your advisor. It is merely another person with the name 'Yuri'," the angry blond sighed at his King's impish behavior.

"Not 'Yuri', 'Yuuri'. It's a slightly different pronunciation," Phichit smiled. "But... if the vote goes through, and Yutopia becomes a Monarchy, I fear for Prince Yuuri's sanity. He means well, but he's no way in shape to be a sole ruler of an entire people."

"So... what is your request of the Nikiforov Kingdom?" Viktor asked with a playful smile.

"Not the Nikiforov Kingdom, itself, sir... But you, King Viktor. I, personally, am asking for your help in guiding Prince Yuuri. Being a mentor to him. The Nikiforov Kingdom prospers and your citizens love you... if you could... please teach Prince Yuuri all that you know so that he may become a successful king such as yourself," Phichit bowed his head. "This is my personal request and is no way tied to Yutopia or Prince Yuuri."

Viktor blinked in surprised. "I will have to meet him before I decide."

"King Viktor. You really don't have time to babysit some prince from another country," Yuri reprimanded his liege.

"If not, I understand. As for why Prince Yuuri has sent me here, he wishes to extend a hand of peace. He's realized that the Nikiforov Kingdom and Yutopia have no treaties and wants to raise an olive branch in honor of the ceremony next month. He was inspired by merging of those two kingdoms to create peace between yours and his country seeing as you are neighboring lands," Phichit stated with a nod.

"Alright. I will make my final decision after the ball as well. I will need to meet your Prince to discuss details. Meanwhile, fax over any documentation you may have on the treaty so my advisor and I can read it over," Viktor nodded. "As for now, we have no reason to go at war and a peace treaty will ensure that, I am aware. But until this is further discussed with your leader, I cannot guarantee a signed treaty."

"Understood. Thank you for time. I will have the documents prepared and faxed over in a few days. The vote tomorrow will determine the ultimate wording of the treaty," Phichit smiled and bowed once more. "Thank you for your time, King Viktor. I will take my leave. I shall see you at the ball."

Viktor nodded and looked to Yuri. "Things are looking like they'll be interesting here real soon."

"Oh man. Oh man! Oh man oh man oh man oh man oh man oh man Oh Man OH MAN!" A cry was heard on the evening of a very crucial vote for a certain peaceful country.

"Maybe we can recount?"

"HOW DO YOU MAKE SUCH A WIDE MARGIN MISTAKE, YUUKO!?"

"...ah-"

"You can't! The votes are obvious! Besides it's an electronic vote! There's no paper ballots!"

"The vote is 99% for and 1% against. Our country has 11,350 eligible voters. So, that means 11,237 people voted for a monarchy and only 113 people voted against. You're quite the popular one, Yuuri."

"PHICHIT!" Two voices screeched.

Yuuri sighed as he slumped in his chair and looked at the results on his computer. He rubbed his temples as he removed his glasses. "This is impossible."

"I know you didn't want this to happen, Yuuri, but the people have spoken. Starting tomorrow, you are a monarchical prince. You will need to make the decisions with nobody's input but your own true input. You can have Phichit be your advisor, but in the end, everything is your decision," Yuuko consoled him as best she could.

"Well, Phichit's already a Duke, so I'll keep him in that noble class. Yuuko... could you be my advisor?" Yuuri asked sheepishly.

"If that's what you want, then sure! I'll be the best advisor I can be," Yuuko grinned at Yuuri, much to his relief as he sighed out - more visibly relaxed.

"Well. There's something else good about this," Phichit smiled at Yuuri.

"Huh? What?" Yuuri asked as he looked at his high school friend.

"King Viktor will be more than likely willing to coach you," Phichit nodded his head at Yuuri.

"What!? King Viktor?! But... why!?" Yuuri asked as he stood up once more, now very on edge.

"I ask him to help you should Yutopia become a monarchy after today's vote," Phichit just grinned.

There was silence to be heard in the room as both Yuuko and Yuuri looked at Phichit with disbelief.

"Yuuri?" Phichit asked as he waved a hand in front of Yuuri's frozen figure. Yuuko looked at her best friend, concerned for his mental wellbeing. "Yuuri? Are you oka-"

"YOU DID WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?"

Crows took off in the distance as a very frantic prince now had to face the possibility of being coached by his idol in the monarchical world.

Thank you all for reading this story. I wish I could link the Prince AU comic that inspired me to write this fic, but FF doesn't allow me to do that. But if you wish to know, just shoot me a PM and I'll happily give you the link! Thank you all, again!

Until next time lovelies~
Zelkova