Summary:
In an alternate universe, Wonderland was ruled by Empress Alice, who governed the entire land. She was a fair queen and under her, Wonderland saw peace and prosperity never before seen. However, when she died without a heir, the land was thrown in chaos. The two royal families - the Red Family and the White Family - battled for domination of Wonderland.
Sisia Vogel (Liechtenstein) follows a peculiar man down a Rabbit Hole and lands in Wonderland just in time for the civil war to start, and for her to get caught in the middle. Each side thinks that if they get her on their side, they'll win the war and rule the world. But little do they know that the more they fight, the faster Wonderland disappears. The have to find peace soon, before everything they know disappears forever.
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PROLOGUE
“Looooo~oooooviiiii~iiiiii~!”
Oh shit. Not him again.
“Fuck off, bastard!” Lovino squirmed pitifully trying to escape from a certain Head Gardener’s death-grip-hug.
“But Lovi~” Antonio pouted, snuggling closer to the adorable brunette’s body.
“Go away, Toni!” Despite how the pair looked – crazy, dysfunctional, maybe a bit scary – they were actually going out and were incredibly close.
“Lovi~”
While the two were having another daily – or was it hourly? – spat, they failed to notice the silver-haired Steward walk over to them. “Come on, man.” Gilbert tried to pry the two of them apart, to no avail. “He’s so BOOOOOOOORING.”
“But Gil….” Toni whined, slightly glaring at his friend while trying to contain the raging bull in his arms.
“Toni, I agree.” Francis added the final touches to his hair, finishing off his blue bow to keep most of his blonde, wavy locks out of his face. “It’s not worth it and we’re wasting our precious break.”
Inside Romano, something snapped. “YOU ALL SUCK!!!” He shouted, finally breaking free and running off into the heart of the Royal Gardens.
“Lovi!” And there goes Antonio starting the chase.
“Toni!” Followed by Francis, who is followed by
“DON’T LEAVE THE AWESOME ME BEHIND!” Gilbert.
All four of them kept up their speed, running through the twisting and turning Rose Maze.
After a long, long, long chase, Lovino suddenly stopped.
“Gotcha~” Antonio nearly got his arms around the younger’s waist, but met the ground and a make-shift gag instead.
“Shut up!” Lovi hissed, keeping his hand over Antonio’s mouth. He quickly stole a glance around the corner, then flipped back. “The king is right there!”
Francis was the next to catch up. “So?”
“SO, HE’S WITH THE FUCKING DUKE OF RED!”
“Duke Zwingli? Really?” Gilbert panted/whispered. “So what? They meet up for business.”
“You guys have a screwed-up version of business then.” Lovino threw his free thumb back behind him to where he saw the king and duke.
“What do you- ohohohohohohohohon~” A perverted smile danced on the blonde’s lips. “How interesting~”
Around the corner was indeed the duke and king, that much was normal. What wasn’t normal was the fact that the king had Duke Zwingli pinned to the table by his wrists, kissing him passionately and grinding against the blonde’s hips. Small moans and whines were just barely audible to the unknown four audience members and certain names and words were picked up as well.
“Vash… I love you…”
“R…Roderich… M…More… Please…”
“Dude, the duke TOTALLY sounds like a whore!” Gilbert laughed under his breath.
“Agreed. Though it seems the king is like one himself.” Francis pointed to how “experienced” the king was acting.
“Disgusting.” Lovino shuddered and backed away, horrified with the sight.
A cocky grin appeared on the steward’s face. “Oh? Like you haven’t done that with Toni.”
He normally would’ve shouted something along the lines of “SHUT UP, BASTARD!” but with his ever-perfect timing, Antonio managed to get his boyfriend to be quiet with a perfectly placed kiss. He nipped at Lovino’s lips, getting him to open up so he could slip his tongue into his sweet mouth, thus effectively keeping him quiet.
While inadvertently entertaining Francis and Gilbert.
Luckily, one of the two was smart enough to get the king and duke out of there before things got too heated.
“Yo! Young Master!” While Antonio was keeping Lovi preoccupied, Gilbert snuck to the other side of the hedge and walked toward the duke and king. “Where are you?! Queenie’s looking for you!”
Roderich and Vash sprang into action, breaking apart, fixing their messed up clothes and trying to erase all evidence of what they were doing.
When the coast was clear, Roderich finally responded. “Gilbert. I’m right here.” He sighed, giving the understood signal for him to appear pretending to be in a hurry.
“Man, there you are!” He shouted, dragging the king away. “Queen Elizaveta is PISSED and needs you RIGHT NOW.”
“But the duke-”
“Can come with us. Now hurry before someone else dies!”
Francis watched as the trio left, getting out of earshot. He lightly tapped Toni on the shoulder, telling him that he could stop now.
The minute he pulled back, he was met with a curt slap in the face. “YOU FUCKING BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU KISS ME LIKE THAT! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING, JACKASS?!”
“Lovi-”
“DON’T YOU ‘LOVI’ ME! EXPLINATION RIGHT NOW BEFORE I KICK YOUR ASS!”
“Mr. Vargas,” Francis stepped in, separating the fighting pair before someone’s blood was spilled on the roses. “It was the quickest and surest way to keep you quiet. Besides,” he dropped his voice and whispered in Lovi’s ear. “I know you enjoyed it~.”
Lovi’s face turned the same shade as the surrounding flowers. “S-Shut up!” Poor, poor Toni. He was being forcefully dragged away by the storming brunette after that little comment.
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Roderich was NOT happy. Not only was he interrupted when he was with Vash, but Elizaveta had no idea what he was talking about when he asked her what happened.
So that left him with a question: Why the hell did Gilbert interrupt him?!
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Within the giant library of Red Castle, the clicking of heels was heard pacing along the red and black tile floor. The rhythmic tapping bounced off the walls and jumped up to the high cathedral ceiling.
The sound originated from the only one in the library: The Red Queen.
“Tch.” Her hand on her chin, she strode left and right, trying to collect her thoughts. “I can’t BELIEVE him! That ungrateful man is cheating on me!” On the table next to her, a vase of red roses used to sit, but that was before she came along and knocked the flowers over in her fury. “I was the one to lift him out of poverty and make him king! I was the one that gave him his position! He is supposed to love me, not that foolish duke!” Another decoration was thrown against the walls and shattered pitifully. Her heavy breathing mimicked an animal’s. Eventually, her mind caught up with her body. A deep breath and she took a seat, fixing her crazy, wavy brown hair. “No, stop worrying self. We can fix this.” Slowly, the look in her eyes changed from hurt betrayal to that of selfish revenge. “If that foolish duke thinks he can take away my precious Roddy, then I’ll just take something precious to him~!”
