A Bought Boyfriend (USUK)

Chapter One, Part One: Pilot

The Prince opened his eyes to see a bright light, which was being revealed by his personal servant. He couldn't really see, since his glasses were on the nightstand next to his king sized bed. Snatching up the frames, he slid them on his head. He automatically adjusted, because he had done it since he was 4 years old. 

Alfred Frederick Jones was the prince of Amin. Prince Alfred was 5'9" and very strong for someone who munched on cow meat dunked in grease. Born with bright blue eyes, and blonde hair, he was burdened with a cowlick which refused to be in control. Most girls found it quite adorable, and when he would leave the castle, they would beg to touch the ahoge.

"Sir, you do not have to prepare for the day. Please, go downstairs, and eat your breakfast with your mother and father." The butler bowed, beginning to turn off the lanterns in the room that had been left on. Alfred was deeply afraid of the dark, but he had told the servants and people that stars helped him go to sleep.

Alfred leapt out of bed, yanking the robe on over his bare body, dashing through the hallways because he wasn't allowed to when his mother was around. Hopefully he could charm the maids into sealing their lips. Easy.

Once he entered the dining room, he glanced at the blue, green, and red flags, silently saluting them. Taking his seat on one side of the long table, he sighed. Boring thing he had to do everyday.

"Good morning Mother, good morning Father." Alfred seemed to be dozing off. Just then, a plate was brought out, filled with doughnuts with custards, creams, covered in suagary glazes. He was about to reach for one when-

"Alfred, eat your oatmeal." His mother barked at him. Alfred groaned, his way of complaining of the disgusting, flavorless oats. Amber glared at him, and he sighed, scooping it into his mouth reluctantly.

"I'm sorry I'm late." A small voice came to the door. There stood Matthew, the quieter of the family, walking forward with his polar bear in his arms. 

"You should be." Once again, Amber was scolding the older twin. Well, they kind of were twins.

About the same time, their father had married a woman, but he slept with another woman on the night of his Bachelor party. Thus, Matthew was born on the first of July, Alfred on the fourth. 

"Take that bear into the hallway. It is not allowed in here anymore." Amber spoke harshly, glancing over papers and signing them. Alfred could see Matt was very upset, and gave an apologetic look. Finally! He was finished with the stupid oatmeal. Waiting until his mother looked away, he bit into the cherry filling doughnut, the contents over his cheeks. His father and brother laughed at this.

"Men." The Queen got up, excusing herself quickly. 

Yes, she was gone! Alfred seemed to inhale the pastries, face covered in the sweetness, which was quickly wiped off once he was done. 

"Alfred, its a big day, look good." His father said a bit too seriously, which scared Alfred. He got up, bolting to his room, where a hot bath was ready for him. He stripped the boxers and robe, going into the water topped with bubbles. Alfred felt at ease, mind drifting to relaxation.

Once he was clean, Alfred climbed out, shaking his head and drying it slowly. It needed to be as dry as possible! Smiling lightly, he pulled on undergarments, and a thought occurred to him. Why was it a special day for him? Why?

Alfred yanked on all the clothing, his butler tying the tie, since he couldn't figure it out. He thanked him, the servant not responding. He was about to leave the room, only for it to be locked. The Prince sighed, pulling out his RH, a small device that he could play lots of games on.

Little did Alfred know, that it was his wedding day. He was not told about Natalia, the Princess of Ainruia. Alfred peered out of his window, seeing many things being set up in the garden area. He spotted a priest, and it popped into his head. 

Somebody was getting married!

"Aw I didn't buy a present for them! Damn." Alfred swore, a bad habit of his. He never swore in front of family, in fear of his mother. She was scary, and he wondered how she could be his mother. 

About an hour later, he had set the device down, finally processing. Wait... Why was it a special day? Was Mattie getting married? No no, he would have told him... Confusion was written on the bouncy 19 year old's head. Yet, he was simply oblivious to the fact that he was getting married. 

The servant peered his head in, checking on him, mistakingly leaving the door open. Alfred bolted through, pausing when he spotted Natalia, who was followed by many maids carrying makeup, hair items, and a long dress in a bag.

"Hey dudette!" He waved, only to spot his butler, who pushed him in the room before Natalia could respond. "Hey! Woah dude! I am royalty!"

"Alfred, sir, I have been given permission to do what I must in order to keep you inside your bedroom for the time meaning." The smaller framed man stated, leaving, this time, locking the door. The Prince frowned, pouting like the child he seemed to be.

After what felt like forever, Alfred was able to exit. He was guided to the familiar garden he grew up with. His blue eyes wandered, examining everything. The violet, navy blue, crimson red, leaf green, and yellow bows on the end of each chair, variated but organized. When he was pushed up to the alter, his heart thumping.

"W-wait Dad, wh-what's-" 

"Shut up and just say I do." His mother snapped at him, causing his heart to thump louder. Natalia appeared, looking beautiful with her snow blonde hair , a sweet heart necklined, yellow and purple laced dress dragging with her as a veil was behind her head. 

The priest began to speak, and he was searching for a way out as she said I do, a plan forming in his head. He cut the man speaking off, causing gasps.

"Stop! I can't do this!" He yelled out.

"Why not? She's beautiful-"

With that, he grabbed his butler, yanking him into a kiss, hand around the man's waist, the other seeming to dip him down lightly as Alfred kissed him. The butler's face heated with anger, and embarrassment. 

"I am in love with Arthur Kirkland!"

Ainruia- An area that holds modern day Russia, the baltic states, Ukraine, and Belarus.

Amin- North America, including modern UK, the borders have moved closer due to an explosion that happened in Russia long ago.

The Great War- Something you readers need to remember