England and America were being settled into their rooms. "Aiyah! I do hope this room is to your liking, Aru!" The Jack, Yao, chirped with a smile.

The countries met Yao soon after the King explained their mission. They were to save The Queen from The Diamond army.

There were four kingdoms in this world. Spade, the most powerful, Diamond, Club, and Hearts. The ally of the Kingdom Spade was The Kingdom Of Hearts.

For some reason, every time somebody mentioned King Ivan from the Kingdom Of Club, Yao would become nervous and fiddle with whatever he was doing.

Anyways, England looked to the Chinese man and smiled gratefully. "Yes, thank you." He nodded to him in kindness.

Yao nodded back. "Alright then, I shall go check up on America's room. You are to come down to the dining hall no later than 8 o'clock in the morning to discuss the plans over breakfast." He informed with a smile. The smile seemed slightly warm and filled with rememberance, but England knew that they never met. Was it perhaps the smile was meant for Arthur? Most likely.

Yao left the room, and shut the door with a click before England heard his gentle footsteps fading down the hall.

England sighed softly and laid on his bed. What in the name of the lord is going on? He wondered. He wanted to know where his other self was, but no one would tell him a thing.

He decided that he'd just wait until somebody would open up.

A knock at the door snapped the Brit out of his thoughts. He stood up and dust off his pants before walking over to the door and opened it. He blinked. "America? What are you doing here?" He questioned with a frown.

America grinned and made his way in. "I need to talk to ya!" He insisted with a grin.

England narrowed his eyes slightly but shrugged nonetheless. "Fine. Speak." He said.

The American walked over. "We should try to find out where you are! I mean, everyone keeps looking at you weirdly, like you were some sort of ghost!" Plus the stupid other me would stop staring at you. He added in his mind.

The Brit hummed softly. "Maybe.. But I don't want to piss off the King. He may be you, but he's from this universe and not our own. They have stronger powers than me here. I mean, he can control time, and not even I nor Norway could do that." He said to him with a careful expression.

Blue eyes stared into Green ones. Until the blue ones finally gave way. "Fine.. We won't go snooping, but I at least want to try and get someone to talk." He stated.

"Whatever you say. Now please leave, I want to go to bed." England sighed heavily.

"Kay! Night Iggy!" America chirped, kissing the Brit's forehead before skipping out.

England's cheeks burned in embarrassment. "Th-That guy! He's being so weird..!" He grumbled before plopping into his bed.

*****
The next day England and America were seat next to each other across from the King. "I am sorry for bringing this up so early, but we need to take action." He said.

They both nodded as the King spoke. "It's fine." The assured.

"Okay, so I guess before we continue I must explain to you how the Queen disappeared." He said to them.

"I hope she's hot." America whispered to England.

England elbowed him before nodding for King Alfred to continue. "Anyways... The Diamond Kingdom and the Spade Kingdom weren't on such good terms.. In fact we always argued with each other and even sent spies.. But one day the Diamond King did something despicable, that sent both our countries to war."

"The kidnapping of the queen?" England asked.

King Alfred nodded. "Precisely. You see, King Francis was always jealous of my marriage to the Queen.. He would do anything to have them.." He said sadly. "He went as far to paralyze me with poison before taking my beloved.. Right from the bed we were in. He took them, just as they were struggling and looking at me with pleading eyes." He bit his lip, his eyes watering. "I couldn't do a thing! I loved them so much, yet I was helpless! Nothing ever made me feel so weak!" He yelled, slamming his fist down.

England jumped as did America. England placed his hand on King Alfred's. "We'll help you... Just... Will you tell us who the queen is?" He asked softly and kindly.

King Alfred sighed and calmed down. He shook his head. "If I tell you who.. You may not want to help me.. And I need you to... I promise I'll tell you when the time comes." He said.

England frowned at not knowing the Queen's identity, but nodded in agreement.