Nya everyone! Tis Lunarkitty15 here along with Blake Bishop to bring you a NEW Russia/America fanfic! That's right! You heard me correctly- me and Blake Bishop! We have joined forces to bring you a unique storyline. (I hope XD) You guys will deff. be able to tell when Blake-chan is writing and when I am (Most likely) but I still hope that you will come to love our story! Now on to Blake-chan's opening words X3-

Howdy! Blake Bishop here! I'm not quite sure what I can add to what Lunarkitty15 has already said, lol. I guess just that neither of us own Axis Powers Hetalia, and...I hope you enjoy our brainchild, lol. :D

It was a fact of life. King Arthur was not afraid to tax his people even if it did start to hurt them. Another fact of life was that the king loved his sons, Alfred and Matthew, but Arthur had a particular fondness of Alfred. He would dote on the boy until he was spoiled rotten and usually at tax payers' expense.

Arthur wasn't too concerned about dissentient of the people. He had the power and right to rule as he pleased and if he wanted to tax the people into the ground, then he had no problem doing so. And that's exactly what the king was doing.

While many of his people lived in poverty and starved, he would spend all of their money on his son. Buying him all the nicest toys, hiring the best tutors from around the world to teach him, practically throwing a feast every time the child said he was hungry, fawning over him every chance he got, these were all things that Arthur did that would not only spoil Alfred, but would also cause a mess of problems for everyone involved.

Ivan, on the other hand, was not a child of privilege. He lived with his two sisters in what would be best described as a rundown shack on the edge of a slum. He never had nice toys or teachers and barely had any food for that matter. He, like many of King Arthur's people, was a simple peasant.

He had, at one time, lived in the steppes of Russie, but land had lost its fertility. He and his sisters had left rather than face starvation. But when Ivan thought about it, there was just as much a chance of them all starving to death under Arthur's rule.

The Russe wanted very much to find some way to get money. Any way would be good, just as long as he could put bread on the table for his family. It sickened him to see his dear sisters looking so sad and hungry and hopeless.

It wasn't fair. Prince Alfred and Prince Matthew got everything they ever wanted and more. Oh, Ivan knew about that. He had overheard the servants of the king while they shopped in the market. He had heard all about the how the royalty of the land wasted precious money and food, and it pissed him off.

He could use that for someone who needs it! Instead, it was just being wasted on some stupid brat who probably had no idea what was happening outside of the castle walls. Ivan wanted so badly to get rid of the crowned prince. He wanted money…

Ivan's eyes widened as a thought came to him. Was there a way to put both of them together? Get money and get rid of Prince Alfred? Sure, there was another prince, but he was no leader. And the king would probably drown in depression if his precious little boy went missing…

The Russe chuckled and it slowly changed into a loud and wicked laughter. He had the perfect plan! Kidnap the eldest prince then demand a high ransom. When the ransom was paid in full, well Ivan would just kill the prince. Now all Ivan needed to do was figure out just how he was going to get his hands on the prince.

"Mattie! Stop running away! I just want to play with you!"

Prince Alfred skidded around a corner sharply, just catching his younger brother- Prince Matthew, before he disappeared behind a huge door. Alfred stopped his advancement and grinned. Now Mattie was trapped with no where to go! There was no other door out of their father's study room. Alfred rushed down the vast hallway lined with portraits of kings passed. Huge glittering chandeliers hanged above his head; ice crystals sparkling. He slowed down as he reached the massive french doors and pressed his ear to the door. His brother must be hiding, for he could hear nothing.

Alfred slowly opened the doors and stepped lightly into the dimly lit room. His father- King Arthur- was away on a trip today with his good friend Francis. Alfred didn't care too much for him, but his brother did. To him, Francis was a huge pervert that, when he thought no one was looking, would grope his fathers behind. Disgusting.

"Mattie! Come out wherever you are!"

Alfred, at leisure, ambled farther into the room and looked around with mild interest. Bookshelves lined all the walls except for the wall behind his fathers desk, which displayed a colossal floor to ceiling window. Many panels contained elegant stained glass pictures. Just another example of his fathers expensive tastes.

"Leave me alone Al! You don't want to play, you're just teasing me!"

.Alfred chuckled as Prince Matthew rose out from below the big mahogany desk, a grimace on his face.

"Actually, this time I really do want to play. I'm very bored. Peter stole Raivis from me and now I don't have a playmate."

Matthew gave Alfred a dirty glare.

"You mean someone to torture?"

Alfred flashed a huge smile.

"Exactly!"

Matthew gave a huff and turned his back on his brother. Alfred rolled his eyes and grinned.

"All right Matthew. I was going to take you with me to visit Princess Eliza, but since you don't want to come..."

Alfred turned and began making his way back to the doors. He started to silently count in his head, 'one.....two...three....fou-"

"Wa-wait! I'll come with you!"

Alfred smirked. He knew it. Mattie was so predictable! When Matthew caught up, they both briskly exited after making sure no guards were around. One in particular- Ludwig- hounded on Alfred and Matthew. He always tailed the boys wherever they went. Even into the bathroom. It was a real pain. Alfred, though, knew just how to lose the man....although it caused punishment later when his father would find the guard locked in the jailhouse with his pants pulled down, tied to a chair. Alfred smiled. Ah. Fond memories.

"There you are! Prince Alfred! Prince Matthew!"

Alfred, together with Matthew, froze in their tracks and Alfred swore. Just his luck. Alfred turned to find their teacher in music- Mr. Roderich. He did not look happy. Of course, when did he ever? He pushed his glasses with one finger farther up his nose and gave the boys a hard stare. He wore the most frilly shirts (well....almost. His father came first place.), and his cloths looked like hand-me-downs. He was infatuated with saving money.

"Yes, Roderich-in-his-pants?"

Alfred beamed while his brother beside him gasped. His instructor began to turn a very interesting shade of purple and looked like he was about to explode. He opened his mouth and was just about to speak when another voice yelled out instead.

"ALFRED F. KIRKLAND!

Alfred choked and his smile fell in an instant. He spun around and stared up fearfully.

"Fa-father!"

King Arthur stood, his eyes flashing and mouth clenched together in a scowl. When did he pop out of thin air!? Alfred shuffled nervously on two feet. Though the king did spoil Alfred every chance he got, Alfred was also lectured just as often for his many pranks and foolishness. Francis stood just beyond Arthur, a frivolous smirk on his lips. Alfred stuck his tongue out at him.

"What, pray tell, did you just call Mr. Roderich?"

"Umm....Roderich-in-his-pants."

Alfred chuckled out weakly and glanced over at his brother who was looking down to the floor.

"That is not his name, Prince Alfred, and I will have you aplogize to him this minute!"

Alfred rolled his eyes at his father and then turned back to . He gave his apology most sincerly (sarcastic the whole time) and the man only glared back at the prince before turning around and stomping down the hallway. Alfred sighed and turned back around to face his father who had arms crossed.

"If I recall, isn't it time for one of you to be running off to fencing lessons?"

King Arthur gazed down at Matthew. Matthew widened his eyes and rushed to his class after saying a quick goodbye to his brother. Alfred pouted. Now who would he play with? Arthur ruffled his son's hair- incident forgot, and informed him that he had some 'business' to conduct with Francis. Alfred watched his father and the dirty french patter off to his study and go in, closing the double doors with a soft click. Alfred, not wanting to stick around for that meeting, turned around and raced down the hallway. He made a split-second decision and decided to go visit his favorite place- the kitchen.

Prince Alfred burst through the kitchen doors and was greeted by squeals of suprise. The four girls that were near the door were shocked by the Prince's sudden appearance, and one of them dropped a bowl of cake batter she was stirring. The batter splayed everywhere and the girl burst into tears. Alfred hurried to her side and helped her up. He apologized a second time that day, this one sincere. He helped her and the other girls clean up then made his way farther in. He headed straight towards the master chef, Romano, who was whipping up Angel Hair pasta.

"Hey Romano! Got any meat on you?"

Romano froze in his cooking and turned to look icily at the young prince.

"Prince Brat, so nice to see you."

Alfred laughed and patted the chef's back. Romano sniffed and chose to ignore the prince, but after insistent yanking on his sleeve he caved in.

"In the back there is some cooked hamburgers on a tray near the door. Be careful of the new arrivals coming in and out of the door."

Alfred pecked Romano's check in thanks and ran for his life before the chef could throw a sharp object at him. He pushed pass the mass of the cooks and servants who smiled and chuckled at the prince. As he spotted the tray he gave a shout of victory and hurried over. The door opened, cold winter wind blowing in, bringing snowflakes that landed on Alfred's winter sailor uniform. He shivered and automatically looked to see who was coming in. He was suprised to find a boy with deep violet eyes and silver hair push his way in between two older servants. He seemed to be in no hurry, unlike the rest of the castle staff. Alfred munched on a hamburger in quick bites and observed as the boy paused and look around the kitchen as if he were searching out someone.

"Prince Alfred!"

Alfred choked on his latest bit of hamburger in his mouth and hacked, spewing the burger bits on to the tray. He gasped and clutched his chest and looked over to Romano who was waving a spatuala in his direction, calling him to come over. Alfred straightened up and turned, bumping into someone.

"Ah. So you're Prince Alfred, da?"

Oh gods...I fricked up...lmao That was way too long and just....ugh! Nice to know that Blake-chan wrote her part out beautifully though! My, my! Whatever will happen next!? DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!! X3 We shall hopefully have the next chappy up very soon!

Any questions? Comments? X3

BTW- Prince Alfred is 15, Ivan is 18, and King Arthur in his lates 20's......though he still would have knocked up a girl at 14 or so.... LMAO (Blake-chan's knowledge)

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