In a World of Their Own: Hetalia Cardverse AU

Slowly

I felt every bump and curve in the carriage. My knuckles and head pounded, still bleeding. Matt sat across from me, holding a hand to his head in disappointment. "You didn't need to start a punching match," He said.
"You didn't need to walk in and say me name to begin with." I said, "I stay in Arcadia all the time and the rebellion never knows. I can't stay in Arcadia anymore."
"Sis I didn't mean to—" he was cut off by a sudden stop causing me to wince.
"Son of a bitch this better be important," I stuck my head out of window.
I was greeted by a familiar face. Queen of the Spades, Elise. "Heard you got into fight in Arcadia."
"I don't wanna talk about it." I got out of the carriage. I was preventing from getting my bag by Arthur.
"You're going to bed immediately," Arthur stared at me, "You follow her and wrap that hand."
I sighed. I stared sympathetically at Matt who shook his head. "Led the way Elise." I grabbed my bag.
She navigated the castle like a rat though a maze. It was strange how eerily similar it was on our's. Large halls just felt empty for lack of decor. No paintings, and small statues that made the hallway seem huge. We eventually got to a semicircular corridor. "Your room and please use that wash basin for that hand of yours. If you need anything ring the bell," She explained.
"Thanks Elise." I said walking in and I slammed the door. I just slammed my bag onto the bed. I opened it just to close it. It hurt to much to move my hand, let alone get undressed. Adrenaline quit pulsing so it felt like the worst stinging sensation and it felt terrible. I washed it off and felt it worse. I cursed like a sailor under my breath. The door to the balcony was open and the wind made it cold. It was nice. I felt the wind more and heard soft footsteps. I turned. It was him. Kiku. Red robes and out stretched arms. "You didn't come by my window." He said.
I run and leaped into his arms. "I got stuck in Arcadia"
"I noticed," He said gently caressing my hair, "that hand of yours looks terrible."
Cut to me and him sitting on the bed. He slowly but meticulously wrapping my hand in bandages. "I wish I could say me and Matt beat them on our own but I didn't get my ass handed to me on a silver platter like I used to." I said to him.
"You could have just stabbed them." He said, "that usually works."
"Touché" I winced. My side was hurting again.
"You need help taking that off," he pointed to the corset.
"If you wouldn't mind," I said.
He was already on it, already undoing each clip. I felt my posture slack as soon as it was off and thrown across the room. I put my arms around his neck, pulling him down slowly. I clung around his hips like a koala. He put his hands down to prevent him from putting all his weight on me. I slowly kissed him and the moment slowly burned into my brain.