This is my first A/B/O story, so go easy on the details for me. I had some good ideas, though it may seem historical this is purely fictional for it to make sense. Now, the main pairing may be RusAme, but there might be different kinds of side pairings along with it.

Alfred had always dreaded his fourteenth birthday, ever since he was a child all he could think was, Thank god I am not of age yet! Of course there was reason to this, despite his masculine appearance and the melting away of the baby fat, Alfred was an omega, one of royalty at that, but a prized omega.

Alfred was royalty, one of the Americana Kingdom's, technical, princesses. He had been trained from his childhood, since he had been released as an omega, the proper way to sit, the proper way to act around Alphas, all of the things that an omega was needed to know to get by, especially one of royalty.

Above all, he hated it. He was a young and rough Omega, always riding off on horseback, playing with weapons. Perhaps that was what damned him in the beginning. As soon as he was marked as an omega, his father promised him to marry at age fourteen. Now it was finally the day, July 4th, 16xx. He was age fourteen, and he was off to be married to someone in the cold country to attempt to settle the Americanas and the Russios. He had heard rumors about his new mate-to-be, which was utterly terrifying, a burly and cold man.

They would meet for the first time at the ball in honor of Alfred coming of age. He knew the eldest prince of the Russios was roughly six years his senior but that really did not matter, sure he was old, but it was better than someone in their late thirties.

Alfred was one of the most desired omegas within the close countries at the time. It was said that fertility was passed down from omega to omega. His mother was known to be a very fertile omega. She was delicate and gentle, everything an alpha would want.

Alfred seemed to be the opposite of that. Always speaking up, confronting alphas in fights, of course quickly backing away after, one could fight norms, but not instincts. Alfred was known as quite the troublemaker but was still hoped to be quite fertile.

Of course the carriage ride seemed almost a century. He was brought to the Russio's castle and couldn't help but to gulp when he approached the castle.

It was dark looking, something that was sinister was definitely being harbored there. He hoped for his own sake it was not the prince.

The carriage seemed to stop quietly, he took a deep breath before stepping out of the carriage. Of course his handmaidens were all over his case following him with a fluffed up persona. Attempting to make it so he was the most beautiful and presentable omega for this surly prince. Of course Alfred had doubted that his suitor would be greeting him. He settled on the assumption a butler would be greeting him.

A grey-ish blond haired man stood up on the steps. Alfred could tell from his scent he was a strong alpha. As he approached he slowly drew back into somewhat of a feminine bow. Of course this was customary to someone of a higher rank. Of course being an omega he was a prize, but nothing more than a possession.

"Hello Alfred. I trust you will be comfortable here." The broken Russio accent flooded his ears and made his heart flutter. He stayed in his position until addressed by this butler man. Of course you were not to look an alpha in the eyes, but something compelled him to look up after he was at ease.

"It is a pleasure to meet you." Alfred started feeling his heart skipping a beat. The alpha seemed to smile with his eyes. "Will I trust the prince's presence at the ball tonight? You see I have a thing about meeting someone before marrying them."

That was the first time Alfred saw a Russio smile. "I believe you have already met him. But allow me to formally introduce myself." Alfred held out his hand and the Russio kissed the top of it firmly.

"I am Prince Ivan of Russio." Feeling terribly foolish Alfred blushed. "My apologies, my lord, I had no idea." Ivan chuckled, "There is nothing to be apologetic for. Come inside, I will see to it that your maidens are shown to their quarters and I will show you to yours." The seriousness seemed to come back to the Prince's face.

Russios, they were a terribly boring people in Alfred's mind. They never showed emotion, they were never to show anything. That was all Alfred had learned about them, other than that they were a mystery.

Alfred said nothing as they walked into the large palace. Of course it was not as extravagant as his own palace, but it was very well put together.

His shoes clicked on the polished tile as he slowly took in all of the sights around him. It was the first time he looked at Ivan. Ivan was dressed pretty simply for a prince. He knew the Russios didn't like to bring excessive attention to themselves but he knew the King and Queen were more extravagant.

Ivan had a simple coat on, it was black and dark with pants to match and a frilly shirt underneath. Simple of anyone above a commoner.

It was much more common than Alfred's clothing. He had a flashy red half shirt, of course made from his favourite silk there was netting that went down to his stomach and branched out. He had black silk pants and flats on.

Red and silk was considered good luck in his culture. Of course male Alphas dressed much less flashy. Male omegas were considered to be stranger of the two sexes of omega. They were either quite fertile or not fertile. Since his own mother had been very fertile he was predicted to be very much so. Of course their first son had been an omega so that cast a bit of doubt, but with male omegas it was all or nothing.

As he followed Ivan up the stairs he couldn't help but to take in the darkness plaguing the castle. "I trust you have heard of my father's illness. That would be the rush for our marriage and for the peace between our nations." Alfred sighed and nodded, "My mother had explained it thoroughly. I am sorry for your fathers ailment." Unsure of what else to say he ended with that.

"My father and I are not particularly close. Of course no one is with their family. Too much risk and politics. I have not met him but on occasion to hunt and such."

Alfred could tell the king would not bring him many warm fuzzies. "The maids should be arranging what you shall wear to the ball tonight. I trust that it will be a mixture of both of our cultures…" he trailed off and seemed to pause, "Alfred, how close is your upcoming heat."

Alfred seemed a bit flustered and could tell that Ivan was uncomfortable asking the question. "It should begin the week after our wedding. I go into heat once every two months since I was twelve." Ivan's scent seemed to tense, "I know it is much more frequent than usual. My mother told me it was normal of our family." Ivan chuckled, "Perhaps that is why they assume you will be fertile. I hope we will be at peace for a long while…"

Alfred smiled for the first time since he had gotten there. "As do I."

Well there goes the first chapter. I did not want to make it excessively long, but you all get the jist of the atmosphere. I hope this is a good story. It's my first A/B/O.

Love you all,

-J