The land was green and the skies were blue as America sat atop the wall. The prince and heir to the throne watched the city surrounding Britain's high walls. He looked at the small buildings, the people rushing across the stone tiles. He couldn't help the feeling of wanting to jump off the wall. To go and live there, there with freedom.

"Prince America, you father has wished for an audience with you," a voice from behind him beckoned.

He rolled his eyes, dropping to the castle's gardens. "What does that old man want now," he grumbled, walking past the lowly servant.

America entered the castle, his royal boots stomping across the beautifully crafted flooring. Maids and butlers waved and exchanged him pleasantries as the popular prince made his way to the office room. Knights stood at the door and nodded to the prince as he walked to his father's office.

Usually it was a mess beyond recognition from the rest of the castle. Books and reports stuffed shelves, some drifted to Britain's dark brown desk. A candle, now burned out, sat on the desk, a matchbox to its side. Large portraits of him and his brother, his father and his father's parents were hung up on the spot left of the wall. Navy, curly hair poked out hidden behind a chair. America knocked on the door, the chair immediately shifting to view.

"America, how was your walk out in the gardens?" Britain asked his son. Britain had wavy blue hair, a golden monocle to his eye and a mildly causal button up and vest.

"Good, good. Flowers are very pretty," America said, barely paying mind to his father's question.

Britain, unimpressed, continued his conversation, "Say, America. How had your time in crown training. Scotland not to hard on you?"

"Nah, you know me. I'm amazing with horses and swords."

"What about courting? Have you made well enough progress with the duties as king?"

America felt his arm go behind his neck. "Y-yeah. It's fine- easy maybe."

"Oh really?" Britain started before he was interrupted.

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"I apologize for my lateness," Canada stated with a slight bow. He stood up and my eye contact with America then Britain. "May I ask why I'm needed?"

America rolled his eyes. Canada, his goody-two-shoes brother. He was always so formal... and boring.

Britain turned back around to his desk and dug through some papers. "Good that you're here, I was just about to tell my son about the arrangement."

America's ears perked up.

"Arrangement?" Canada asked.

Britain turned with a few papers in his hand. "Why yes. I need support for war and it seems that the east is willing to provide. Sad enough, without a daughter I thought my chances were limited but hey! They have a princess so all is well."

"You're marrying me off?" America asked.

Britain shook his head and laughed, "No! You're the future king of the empire. Anyways so Canada I expect your bags to be packed by dawn, and at least try to look presentable. America, you can pack too. Wouldn't hurt to help him not to mess anything up."

America smiled, that meant a week off of crown duties. Plus a free vacation east. Canada was fine enough to handle himself.

Canada seemed rather put off at the information. Though, he wasn't one to show it. He nodded and turned to leave.

America followed suit, leaving out of the room.

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"So I'm being married off to some royal prick?" Ukraine yelled at her father, "Im the eldest, you should just marry off Belarus or something."

"I don't like your tone Ukraine," her father scorned, "Russia, watch your sister and make sure she doesn't mess this up."

"Of course." Russia nodded, his icy eyes set on Ukraine's frown. She sighed, rubbing her eyes.

Ukraine flew out the door, its plank slamming against the cobble walls. Her high boots stormed the tile, the noise staining her ears. Stupid Soviet. Stupid war. Stupid royalty. Stupid Russia.

Her brother rushed after her. "Ukraine! How could you be so disrespectful!"

Ukraine didn't give him more than a glance. "I don't know, maybe because he's marrying me off to some guy I've never met! Wow thanks so much dad for ruining my life."

"Father," Russia corrected earning another eye roll from Ukraine. "Who else would you possibly marry anyway. I can't think of a guy who would like your attitude,"

"Good."

Russia squinted his eyes. "That was not a compliment sister. This is your only shot at getting married, you better take it."

Ukraine stopped, ready to rebut. That was until an amazing idea came to mind. Ukraine felt a small smile grace her lips. "If father won't let me be single I'll just do it myself!"

Any sane king would not marry off a son to an insane woman. Even worse an improper one.

"You are not planning to sabotage your own marriage!" Russia grunted, confusion and anger flooding his brain.

Ukraine pushed her blue hair back to a bun and raised her similarly sky-coloured dress up. "Perhaps, and you won't be able to stop me!"

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The kings met first, that was custom.

They shake hands, exchange experiences, stories. All unimportant and quite boring to America's vacation. He goes to retrieve his brother's bags only to find a man in armour picking it up first.

"Ahem, sorry sir these are my brother's bags. I'm here to help him," America muttered, going for the bags. The man rolled his eyes and slapped America's hand. Ow!

"He is my brother in law. I help," The other said quickly in a accent.

America felt his temper grow as he ran after the knight and yanked on the bag. "Yeah well not yet! Give me those—"

"—Let go you little shi... shitaki mushrooms."

America ignored the comment and pulled harder at the bag in his hotheaded rage.

Another guard, short and young looking, yanked the bag away from the two squabbling princes and started up the stairs. "I'll take it. You two go out and get a break or something like that," she ordered with a glare.

"Whatever you say Cuba," Russia mumbled with a shrug. America took a moment before following him, sticking his tongue out at the girl. She didn't give him a look and continued up the stairs.

What a great week this was going to be.

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Guess who read a RusAme royalty story and thought she could give it a try but if it was Ukranada.