Asymmetry ( Hetalia, Cardverse, USUK/FrUK ) #wattys2017

Chapter 1 - An Ambitious Gesture.

Broken. Succumbing to the fate that had befallen the Kingdom of Spades: Arthur would sit, heartbroken, on his throne. His porcelain cheeks puffed up as tears dripped, like raindrops, from the faucets that were his eyes. The Queen had received the alarming news that his Kingdom was on the verge of attack due to the imposing force that was the Republic of Clubs: trampling whatever laid in their path like a calm juggernaut.

However, the true meaning behind his tears was the conclusion that he had instantly jumped to. If the Federation of Clubs had mangled itself into the wasteland, that would mean that Alfred had been defeated. That one conclusion, and without a single letter to prove that it was a false accusation, rang through Arthur's head like an annoying bell of self conscience.

"Where do I turn now?" Arthur would inquire, glancing upwards to the ceiling, the blue hues that decorated the throne room only added to his misery. Where would he turn? To whom would he turn? The blond didn't have the King that he could easily confer with, and both the Ace and Jack had been barred - through Arthur's own accord - to stand guard outside the throne room. "To who do I turn to?"

Perhaps, another King? Or perhaps another Queen? Though, the distance that Arthur had practiced towards other's of his disposition would leave him unable to do either. Then, perhaps the old-world leader would listen to his woes?

Within this realm, there was a unique ability gifted to the Queen's, the act of consort, as it was known. This particular act would gift the more magically gifted men and women who took up role as Queen the ability to discuss with an ancient ruler whom would take up the position of the tenth member of court. It was a strange ability, but nonetheless, it was a useful one.

Would he take that worrying stance now?

Considering that he did not have another route to turn to - he took it.

"I summon you, mother, ten of spades," said the Queen. His eyes widening as he felt the stigma that was his spades mark glow. The act of summoning would take a toll on the already depleted ruler. Yet, it was not for waste. Within an instant, the glow surrounded the room and soon the apparition of the previous symbol of the Spades Kingdom had appeared before him.

Their shared faces indicated the evident relation between mother and her, now Queen, child. The two shared the same blond locks, darker than most other blonds in their Kingdom: while they both shared the bushy eyebrows that would only run through dominant genes.

"Mother." Arthur would greet, standing from his seat. His legs moving shakily over to the woman who would float over to her son. Her eyes would widen as she realised that her son had evidently been crying. "Mumsy," Arthur would repeat, hugging onto the woman who was still taller than he was.

"My dear, why do you need my council?" The woman would inquire, holding tightly onto the child that she had raised into this role. The chosen Queen. The one whom rules death. The one who is chained down by death. The Queen of Spades.

"Mum, the Federation of Clubs, they've killed my King. They're advancing closer to our Kingdom everyday, how do I defend Spades?" His woeful voice would cause the Ten of Spades to gasp. "They did what?! Child-"

"-I don't know, I don't know where to turn or what to do!"

The Queen would remove himself from her embrace, pacing around the room as he knew that his options were narrowing: his council would only be his mother and even she seemed unable to give advice in this dire situation. "Arthur, you are smart. I recall, I was the one that raised you after all," she would remind; causing Arthur to sigh with such a thought.