IMPORTANT NOTE: When this story refers to 'Whites', 'Blacks, 'Reds', and 'Browns', it's not intended to sound racist at all; it's just the way things are. I'm not a racist at all, and I don't intend it to sound that way.

Ok, first of all, let me get something straight. People of White and people of Black hate each other. Nothing will ever change that. No one knows when, how or why this hatred started, but it's been going on for such a long time; that it's become tradition. Perhaps it's because of the opposite colours or something. But then again, the way we function is pretty much the same. I don't know. I'm a White. The prince actually. The real heir to the Whites, Butters Stotch, has never been a healthy person. He's almost always sick. And about four years ago, his illnesses took a turn for the worst, and now he can barely walk without some help.

I'm an orphan, and I was always at the top of the class when it came to academics. The Queen decided I would be an appropriate person to be the 'replacement' prince. She's nice. She even let me keep my actual name, 'Phillip Pirrup'. People just call me 'Pip' for short though. God knows where they got that idea from. I've never been one to make friends, and I'm fairly shy, so actually most people refer to me as 'young prince' or simply just 'prince'. Meh, whatever. Why should I care if I don't have many friends? I have the utmost respect that anyone could ask for. As long as everyone's not cruel or mean to me, then that's fine. Most just think I'm cold, anyway.

I don't know who my parents are/were. I was never told anything about them, like most orphans are. Here's the deal; there are four cities/kingdoms/countries/empires/districts, whatever you want to call them. We're separated into them by hair colour. So there's the White kingdom for people with fair and blond hair; Brown for brunettes or dark blonds; Black for black haired people; and Red for red, ginger or strawberry blond haired people. When you get old, and your hair turns grey, then you still stay in your original kingdom. And if your hair colour changes as you grow, then you're transferred to the appropriate kingdom. It depends what colour you are where you're allowed to go. The Black and White kingdoms are off limits to each other, of course. The Reds allow everyone except the Browns to come into their country. Us Whites allow everyone except the Blacks. Browns don't allow anyone unless you have permission from the prince. They're a bit…overprotective of their land.

It's not illegal to be romantically involved with a person from another colour. It may be a tiny bit frowned upon (if a White and a Black become involved, then actually it is highly frowned upon), but still, many people do it. About a quarter of the population. The down side is, when they have a child, the child must go to their colour. Maybe with one parent, maybe with neither. It's the way things work. But I'm different. Most orphans are told the names of their parents when they're about five, and what kingdom their parents are in at the moment. They told me squat.

Us Whites are very happy people. If you're in a bad mood, or are angered, it's common sense here to keep it to yourself. It's very bad manners to complain about something. You say anything negative here, someone else will always say either 'What's done is done' or 'It can't be helped'. Bottom line: whining won't get you anywhere. Either fix your problems yourself or grin and bear it. Out of the four kingdoms, we use the most technology. Almost everything is built inside, so there's rarely ever a time you'll need to go outside. We mainly use marble, glass, and white coloured metal for everything. We all wear white, everyday. For jewelry, we use pure gold; silver is banned since the people of Black use it. We're also allowed to wear golden or yellow clothes to make outfits look less plain, but you have to have some White on you somewhere. With dignity. Any object or food that is black is strictly forbidden, as is a romantic attachment with them. The people of White are always either Christians or Catholics. Don't get me wrong, we still swear.

And we all absolutely hate the country of Black.

"Wake up, prince." A voice says behind me, not bothering to even touch me. I resume staring at the wall, not listening to what the person said. He doesn't own me. If the queen came in, then I would listen. Alright, I'll admit it. I'm not in the best of moods. But it's not as if anyone will care. I'll still have to do things a prince has to do. "Hey, wake up already." The same person shakes my shoulder, but I again ignore them. "O-M-G! WAKE UP, DAMMIT!" The person shouts in anger and pulls me out of bed. I stand up and turn around.

"KENNY, YOU BASTA-

My legs get tangled in the sheets and I fall flat on my face. You'd think Kenny would laugh at me, but he doesn't. I've never seen him smile unless he's faking it to impress people. In reality, he hates me very much. He thinks that I think I'm better than Butters, and he's been by Butters' side since birth basically. So you can imagine he wasn't very impressed by me suddenly showing up and being declared the 'new' prince. As soon as he met me, he said I was a 'petty replacement' and to not get 'ahead of myself'. Kenny's job is to pretty much stay with Butters and I. An assistant, male equivalent to lady-in-waiting, whatever you prefer to call it.

Albeit most of the time, his job doesn't apply to me. Just Butters. During the occasional times Butters does get up and walk around, Kenny has to stick to his side like glue. To be blunt, if Butters falls, he'll probably break in half the way an old lady would. So anyway, I don't really blame Kenny for spending nearly all his time taking care of him. The only reason he's here to wake me up is because I have to do some very important crap today.

Have a damn meeting with the princes from the other kingdoms.

"Get your ass up and come pray!" Kenny snaps, pointing to the spot next to him, facing the window. I give him a dirty look and do as he says. The people pf White must always pray as soon as they wake up, and right before they go to sleep. No more, no less. It's the way things are; almost law. I scramble up and get next to Kenny. We both take out our cross pendants from around our neck (we're given a necklace with a small cross on it at birth; of course, it's made of pure gold), and clasp the cross part to our hearts. I close my eyes.

Dear God, thank you for all the lovely blessings you have given me. For my high status as prince, for my few friends, and for my healthy body. If I could ask one thing of you, please grant me my true love soon?

I make my little prayer short and sweet, since I've got other things upon my mind other than religion today. Like having to talk to the prince of Black. Once a year all the princes/princesses have to meet to 'discuss' things, but really all that happens is the other kingdoms try to convince the prince of Black and I to make amends. It usually ends with the prince of Red and the prince of Brown getting into a huge fight, and the Black prince and I awkwardly leave. Well, it's happened every time since I came into the picture, anyhow.

You'd think the kings and queens would have to take care of these issues with the other kingdoms, but they've got their hands full with financial problems and such. So they leave the relationship crap to us heirs.

I open my eyes and patiently wait for Kenny to finish his prayers. He seems to be doing it extra hard; most likely praying for Butters to get better so I can leave. Pah, fat chance! Kenny finally opens his eyes and sees me watching him.

"What are you looking at!?" He grimaces at me. I take a step back, keeping hold of my usual indifferent expression.

"You."

"Don't get smart with me, you little brat! You're only fourteen!"

"And you're only fifteen." Kenny marches up to me and grabs my collar forcefully.

"You shut up, you smartass! Or I'll-

"Or you'll what? Hit me?" I smile knowingly. Kenny can't touch me. If he does anymore than he's doing to me now, then he's as good as dead. Kenny's eyes widen, and he immediately lets go of me.

"Just fucking get dressed and eat some breakfast. Bebe is coming in an hour." I waver. Bebe!? Everyone in the kingdom of White knows Bebe, what with her strong, dominant personality. I'm not fazed by much, but even she scares the crap out of me. She's my tailor; I have to agree with everything she makes me. Though you can get clothes made by machines by inserting a design, I prefer to get my clothes the old fashioned way. And despite how scary she is, even I'll admit Bebe has a gift for designing and making clothes.

But still, I'm not exactly excited about her monthly visits.

As soon as I step out of my personal elevator and enter the kitchen, I hear a loud crash. The sound makes me flinch ever so slightly, but I merely blink.

"Oh God, my prince, I'm so sorry you had to witness that! I'll clear it up right away!" A friend of mine, Tweek Tweak, clumsily stands up, and bows apologetically to me. He's dropped a stack of plates, and they've all broken. I frown timidly. Why does he do this? Why can't he just call me Pip? He usually calls me 'my prince' (he's the only person who calls me that), and he never says my name.

"It's fine. I'll help you clean it." I tell him calmly, crouching down and starting to pick up fragments of the glass. Tweek immediately shakes his head and brushes the shards out of my hand gently.

"Please, don't. I would never want you to cut yourself, my prince,"

"I insist."

"No! I would never be able to face you if I had to see a bandage around your hand that I caused," Tweek says, clasping my hand as if it's actually some kind of value. "You are a very precious person, my prince."

"I've told you a hundred times! Call me Pip!"

"I could never be so formal with you, my prince." Tweek says, sounding shocked. I don't understand. No one has ever treated me as kindly as he has, and yet, he's hurting me even more by refusing to call me by my own name.

"Fine. Do what you want. I going to eat." I snatch my hand away from his and stand up, walking towards the dining room. Many servants stop and make way for me. Several of them also stare at my outfit. All I've done is wear a silk gown over my pajamas, without even tying it. Bebe's coming anyway, and she'll give me a new outfit for this special occasion. She loves to try and impress the other kingdoms by flaunting me; she actually succeeds. I always catch the prince of Black glancing at me.

I sit down and start eating my ready breakfast. Kenny is across the table sipping orange juice, glaring at me every so often. I wish he didn't get such special treatment. The queen is also here, and she smiles as I eat silently.

"Today's the day, hmm, Phillip?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Are you bothered by having to see that person?" I automatically know she's talking about the prince of Black.

"Not really." Kenny looks up, disturbed. The queen also looks surprised.

"Does he not bother you?"

"He's very polite to me, so I don't particularly mind him, ma'am."

"That's… unusual," The queen shakes her head, baffled. "But anyway, I just wanted to tell you, whatever decisions you make today, you have my utmost support in them."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"And another thing. Who is going with you? Kenny, surely you have some free time? I can take care of dear Butters." Kenny spits out his juice, and I choke on my food. An entire day spent with Kenny? I'd rather spend a day with the prince of Black, in all honesty.

"Tweek is coming with me." I tell the queen firmly, continuing my meal.

"What?" She looks taken aback.

"Wh-What?" Tweek asks, peeking his head around from the kitchen door. I wave him off, and he quickly goes back inside.

"The kitchen boy? Pip, surely Kenny would be much more suitable to accompany you?"

"Perhaps. But Kenny is busy with Butters, and you have your own work to do. The chef can manage without Tweek, no problem. He's coming with me."

Bebe enters my room as I'm finishing my glass of water. The people of White believe if you drink a large portion of water after every meal, it's extremely good for your health. I personally don't think it makes much of a difference, but I do it anyway. It isn't like it's going to harm me.

"What are you wearing?!" Bebe stops abruptly and points at me. She's never been one for greetings. I glare at her slightly for almost making me choke on the water.

"Does it truly matter? You're going to rip it off me soon, anyhow." I turn around and hastily finish my water as Bebe gets her stuff out. A small, fair-haired servant boy immediately comes and takes away for me. I don't bother to thank him, since he doesn't bother to even make eye contact. Not that I care. What does get to me, though, is how young the kid is. Five, maybe? These days you can work as young as you want, and you can choose whether to attend senior school or not. Attending senior school won't get you a better job; you'll just be smarter than others. But most people wait till they're about ten to work. Seeing such a small child work around here is quite strange.

"Get up here so I can measure you!" Bebe gestures towards a small platform expectantly. I scowl and do as she says.

"Seriously, explain to me why you're wearing this shit." Bebe grimaces as she unties my gown and undoes my shirt.

"You made this 'shit', Bebe, remember?"

"Yes, but for night when no one can see! Parading around in this, during the day, you practically gave me a heart attack…" I roll my eyes. Bebe always exaggerates over the smallest things. "Holy crap, you've grown quite a bit since I last saw you! Damn, you're adolescence is finally kicking in. I was always hoping you'd stay like a cute ten year old." I don't say anything, and she sighs. "You're hopeless. Talk more!"

"I have nothing to say, so why on Earth should I have to talk?" I don't understand why people feel the need to force conversations, when everyone can just as easily stay quiet and not say anything. I seriously don't get it at all.

"'Cause it's good manners!"

"I wouldn't want to start getting into the habit of chattering away like a parrot the way you do." Bebe glowers, quivering in rage. She takes the hint and silently finishes measuring me. As always, she takes several steps back, picturing me with her fingers. Nodding to herself, I see that she's finally come to a conclusion.

"I can see it. There's going to be a pure white blouse, with a light golden waist coat with layers either end to compliment it. A small matching golden tie will be added for some boom! With matching trousers and white boots to tuck them into. Small white sequined gloves so your hands aren't lonely! TO FINISH IT OFF, A BEIGE COLOURED JACKET WITH SLEEVES JUST BELOW THE ELBOWS; SNOW WHITE STRIPES AROUND THE CUFFS! AND LACE, LOT'S OF LACE!" Bebe goes into beast mode, ripping out a touch pad and scribbling it on with an electronic pencil. I stare at her, slightly afraid. When Bebe gets this determined, she goes insane if you move the slightest inch.

And another thing. When Bebe gets this excited over a new outfit, especially for a special occasion such as today, she goes full out. Half and hour is all it takes. Half an hour. And she's done. Finished.

"IT'S DONE! IT'S DONE!" She screams gleefully, gathering up the clothes and shoving them into my arms. "Well put it on, godammit! I have to see! HAVE TO!"

I go into my dressing room, safe from prying eyes, and put the new outfit on. Well, I have to hand it to this young woman. She is indeed a genius. These are the best looking clothes I have ever worn. The other princes will be dying of envy. Bebe bangs on the door loudly. "LEMME SEE, PIP! I HAVE TO SEE THAT MASTERPIECE ON YOU!" I shake my head and step out, showing the anticipated tailor how I look. She drops to her knees in amazement, her mouth in a '0' shape.

"I have to give it to you, Bebe. You've outdone all of your previous works with this. It's wonderful." Bebe shoots up and grabs my hands excitedly.

"It is, isn't it?! I knew it would look great on you. My mom's gonna be so proud of me!" Bebe grins happily, pleased with her work. "You… You do like it though, don't you? You really do?" Bebe gives a nervous smile, hoping for the best. I give her a small nod of approval, and she squeals happily. "Thank you, thank you so much, young prince!" I waver at her referring to me as 'young prince'. The only time she's ever called me that is when we first met and she had to make a good impression.

"Wow! I've never been here before! It's amazing!" Tweek exclaims, looking around in amazement. Annual meetings for the princes are held in a city that's in the center of all the kingdoms. It's called the 'Purple' kingdom, and you guessed it, everything is purple. Not many people live here, though. Only on special occasions such as Christmas do people all come together to celebrate. The few people who do live here have their hair dyed purple or violet, so that none of them will have grudges against each other.

"Tweek, please, you're embarrassing me." I grumble, flushing after seeing a group of girls in purple dresses giggling at us. Tweek takes no notice of me and keeps looking around admiringly. In the midst of staring at Tweek in disbelief, I crash into someone. Dropping down to the ground, I shake my head at such bad luck. "I'm sorry, I…" My mouth drops open in shock when I look up and see who I crashed into. It's Damien, the prince of Black! But what worries me even more is that his good friend Craig is with him. Craig is infamous for being the bluntest, biggest dick to anyone that annoys him. And well, since I just walked straight into Damien…

"You what? Speak up! You just crashed into the prince of Black! Have some manners!" Craig snaps, earning a humiliated glare from the other prince. Tweek suddenly decides to get overprotective.

"Hey! Don't forget you're speaking to the prince of White! Know your place, dammit!" Tweek and Craig start to get into a heated argument, and in the midst of the two of us observing it, Damien bends down slightly and holds his hand out calmly. I look at him hesitantly, but decide to be polite. I detest this person less than most Whites do, after all, he is similar to me, but I still definitely don't like him. I take his hand and allow him to pull me up. I'm surprised at how gentle he is, for a person from Black. He isn't even scolding me; his calm gaze doesn't have a hint of anger in them. Only a small amount of… fascination, I guess you could say? I'm not fazed by it. This is only his fourth time seeing me, after all.

As Craig and Tweek's fight starts to get physical, Damien and I let go of each other's hands and quickly separate them. I turn Tweek away from his nemesis and hold him at arm's length. "Tweek, we didn't come here to hit people from Black, ok? I came here to discuss with the other princes, and you came here as company. I don't ever want to see such childish shit again, you hear me?" I tell him angrily, embarrassed at his short temper. Did he really need to start hitting the damn dude?

"Yes, my prince."

"Now come on. I don't want to be embarrassed a second time by being late." As we turn around, I catch a glimpse of Damien clapping Craig on the back of the head.

"You stupid fuck." He mutters, clearly annoyed. I guess he's like me today. Wants to look like the most sensible colour here. Damien catches me staring as Tweek and I walk behind the two of them. Tweek doesn't notice, since he's too busy looking where he steps, shamed. To my utter shock, Damien gives me a small nod of polite apology. I shakily nod back, not exactly sure what to do. A person of Black has never shown such… respect for me, the prince of White!

"Phillip Pirrup! It's been too long!" I stiffen, and the prince of Brown, Eric Cartman, comes up and puts his arm around me playfully. He's quite laid back, just as all of the people of Brown are. They're very outdoor, country people. Expect tree houses and shrines. A mix of the place they once called Asia, Southern America, and Native America. Brown is a fairly boring colour, so they dress in a mix of brown, orange, green and blue. They basically follow any religion that isn't followed in the other countries. Whites are Christians or Catholics, Reds are Jews or Buddhists, and Blacks are all Satanists. I think Eric Cartman is an Atheist.

Oh! And another thing. Browns and Reds hate each other with a passion. Though not as much as Whites and Blacks hate each other.

"Indeed, maybe a little too long." I agree with Cartman sharply, praying for him to get away from me. Browns think they're better than everyone else because they can operate without much technology. I notice the prince of Black watching me carefully. What the hell does he want?

"Get away from him, fatass!" The prince of Red shrieks, pulling me away. "Pip, you don't need to answer the likes of him, you hear me?" This is the first thing that annoys me about Kyle. He's the same age as me, and asks like he's ten years older, just because I haven't been prince for very long. Kyle takes notice of Bebe's outfit.

"Wow, don't you look charming today?" I once again notice the prince of Black eyeing me. Everyone in the room hears and looks at me, in fact. Eric has brought a friend of his, Nelly, I've brought Tweek, Damien brought Craig, and Kyle has brought a young girl called Ruby with him. He always calls her sweet and stuff, but I think she's plain rude. She ignores everyone and never speaks.

"HUH? Who the heck is your tailor, prince of White?" Eric asks curiously. The Browns actually don't use machines to make clothes; they have tailors as well.

"Um, she's a White…"

"Yeah, but what's her name?"

"Bebe Stevens." Eric takes out a notebook and writes the name down quickly. Oh shit. Bebe is going to kill me - she's not particularly fond of the Browns.

"Ok, let's all admit Pip looks damn fine. Can we get on with this meeting already? I want to go home already. Or else I'll be late for my damn dentist appointment." Kyle looks annoyed. That's another thing about Reds. They're all really, really snobby. If they think they're better than you, then they won't have any trouble showing it. Ruby is a prime example.

"Well what are you waitin' for!?" Eric glares at all our companions. "Get out so all us princes can get on with the meeting! What we talk about is confidential!" Craig, Tweek, and Nelly nod, doing as he says. I mouth to Tweek 'And no fucking fighting' as he passes me. Ruby remains standing in the same spot, looking at the ground. Kyle immediately goes over, and puts a hand on her shoulder to get her attention. She jumps when she feels his touch, and he quickly whispers for her to leave. She nods obediently and follows the others like a bullet. Damn, she must be so out of it, to not hear Eric forcing the others out.

"That girl…" Kyle smiles knowingly and sits down with the rest of us. A person from Purple ambles over and gives us all a glass of water, and I wince. I've had enough water this morning, damn it. "Ok, first at hand, we need to discuss boundaries!" He gives a 'You know what I'm talking about' look to Eric. He sighs at Kyle bringing it up.

"What the hell's your problem? I told you, it was an accident! Those kids were too young to know what they were doing."

"They knew exactly what they were doing!" Kyle snaps.

"What are you two even talking about?" Damien asks boredly, drumming his fingers on the table.

"Three little kids from Brown crossed the border into Red country, sneaked into the city, and wreaked havoc! Smashed windows, tripped people over, all kinds of crap!"

"And how's that my fault?" Eric looks outraged.

"You are responsible for every single person in your kingdom, Cartman!"

"Maybe if you Reds weren't such snobby, uptight dicks with a fifty foot pole up their asses, they wouldn't have bothered."

"Maybe if you didn't teach your damn kids to hate Reds to much, it wouldn't have happened!"

"Pft, you've got to be joking! Are you honestly telling me that you teach your kids that Browns are likable people? I highly doubt it." Kyle fumes. "You Reds treat me and my people like trash! At least the Blacks and Whites respect each other!"

"No we don't." - "No we don't." Damien and I say at the same time, looking at each other like 'Has the prince of Brown gone mad?'.

"Fine, fine, whatever! Tell you what Kyle; you get fences like my country, problem solved."

"Fences cost money, moron!"

"You guys are pretty fucking rich, so grow up. Now, about this little war between your two empires." Eric looks at Damien and I. "Well, honestly, if you want to know my true opinion, I think the Whites and Blacks should get over their little hate fest." He says, trailing his finger on the table and smirking. Kyle amazingly nods in agreement. Damien and I both stay silent. Kyle and Eric both eye us inquiringly, but neither push it. Though, Kyle does eventually ask what everyone is thinking. After a few different discussions.

"So…uh…what do you two think?" He questions the two of us hesitantly. I look down, trying to think of a way to say 'no' without sounding like an asshole. Why would I, or anyone from White, want to make peace with the Black country now? It's much to late for such an absurd thing. "Damien?" My head snaps up to see Damien's answer. He closes his eyes and sips his water carefully.

"…See what the prince of White thinks. I personally don't care. It won't change much anyway." My mouth drops open. He obviously doesn't want to be allies, so he's forcing me to be the bad guy and refuse? What an asshole. And to think that I was considering him respectful for a moment!

"Pip? What do you think?" Kyle asks. Eric smiles knowingly at me, obviously interested in my final say.

"I think the prince of Black needs to know his goddamn place, that's what I think." I tell them, standing up and leaving the room. Tweek jumps up from his chair and automatically follows me.

"Dear God, my prince, what's wrong?"

"You can call me Pip, you fool! I've told you a million times. And I'll tell you what wrong. IT'S THOSE DAMN PEOPLE OF BLACK!" I say the last part loud enough for Craig, and hopefully Damien, to hear. Tweek immediately nods in understanding, the look in his eyes immediately hardened.

"What did the prince say?"

"He wanted me to sound as if I'm an asshole, that's what! The two other princes wanted us to make peace, but neither of us wanted to, of course!"

"Don't mind him! All Blacks are the same. They'll always treat us like that!" Tweek reassures me, though he looks as angry as I am now. "That Craig is a primary example. We should never trust the likes of them! You did the right thing, my prince."

I was gonna wait until I finished 'Insane' to publish this, but… I COULDN'T RESIST!