Welcome to chapter one of Shuffle!

*Sigh* I know what you are thinking. "I'm sick of all of these cardverse stories" but I was just inspired that I had to write it!

Anyways, it won't just focus on Spades like the other ones, now you get all four kingdom's (and the Joker's) POV!

Yet knowing me it is probably going to be mostly Spade-centric.

Also it's in first person. Just warning you.

Enough of my rambling and on with the story~

Warnings: Some language.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Cardverse.

~Shuffle 01~

"Explain to me one more time why I have to be a bloody Queen!?" Arthur shouted. Arthur Kirkland was draped in a dark blue jacket, white button down shirt, white cravat and white trousers. The Briton's usually untidy wiry blonde hair was slicked back and his emerald green orbs sparkled under the backstage lights. He held a gold circular clock in his pallid hands which he shook in my pale face. His large, untamed eyebrows furrowed. "I hope you know that I am not a female!"

Arthur was always like this, a bit shrewd and overall full with pride; which is why he was the perfect Queen of Spades. He was a high end model I managed to find a few years ago in a bar quite drunk; yet no matter how many ridiculous types of attire I spilled onto him, he appeared just as magical.

I scowled. "Look, kid. Kiku's doing it too," I explained. I pointed over my black leather jacket to a Japanese man happily garbed in a purple cape adorning around a pink Japanese style robe. His sharp features, such as his expressionless brown eyes and cleanly cut chocolate hair reaching to his ears, exaggerated his immaculate soft skin. To complete the outfit, Kiku's small hands held a bouquet of heart shaped roses.

I managed to find Kiku Honda working in some sort of dress up cafe in New York City. I think it called a cosplay café or something. Honestly, I don't remember. He was eager to take this job because he needed the money to support his family back in Asia. Heck, he was so desperate he brought his older brother, Yao Wang, along; not that I minded or anything because he made a perfect Jack of Spades.

Yao was less reserved than Kiku, always trying to calm others down claiming he was older and wiser than everyone else. It would get a bit annoying at time but I guess you have to learn to be mature when you have approximately ten younger siblings.

"He's used to dressing up like a freak!" Arthur shouted. He flailed his hands in the hair for emphasis and glowered. "But don't think that I will not-"

"Hey dude! How do I look!?" a boisterous American voice interrupted. Alfred F. Jones twirled around dressed in a long light blue coat, purple vest and beige trousers. Hanging off his coat was a spade shaped clock. His square wired glasses covered a small portion of his sun kissed, lightly freckled face. His California sand colored hair shamed the gold plated crown that sat messily in his tresses. The only quirk was a small strand that never smoothed no matter how much gel he put in.

My apprentice, Peter, found Alfred a few years ago working diligently at the Fashion Institute of Technology, also known as F.I.T. in Manhattan. He was overjoyed to model, especially alongside his British colleague, yet he always yearned to design instead of model.

Arthur blushed a bit flustered. "Fine."

Although neither admitted it, I knew the two had loved each other from first glance, which wouldn't surprise anyone why I chose them to represent the King and Queen of Spades.

Alfred rolled his sapphire eyes. "You ready to be my Queen!?" he asked. He pulled the Briton in close by his slender waist, tugging at the buttons on the white slacks.

He pushed the taller, and more muscular, blonde off. "I am not your Queen!"

I chuckled.

"I am not done with you," he growled.

"Gil!" a female voice interrupted. "I think this corset is a bit too tight."

I turned around to see my childhood friend, Elizaveta Héderváry. She was struggling to tie the loose strands of her green corset together while skipping over.

As I told you, Elizaveta and I were longtime friends. She always dreamed of being a sergeant in the military instead of a social studies teacher, but I always saw her as a Queen. A beautiful Queen.

"And why doesn't she have to wear a dress!?" Arthur exclaimed.

Elizaveta was wearing emerald trousers with a forest green puffy shirt tucked in neatly. An olive green corset wrapped around her waist, bulging out her already large breasts. Her lush brown locks encompassed her slender cheeks reaching halfway down her torso. In her right hand was platinum sword prop which her emerald gaze locked on.

The corners of my lips turned upwards reflexively. "Because she is awesome and way manlier than you. Just be happy you're not actually in a dress."

Arthur pouted and walked away with Alfred following behind like a lost puppy.

"Here let me loosen this," I said. I untangled the cluttered knots she tied together.

"Don't touch her!" another voice shouted, the clatter of heavy footsteps became distinct.

I scowled. "Ha! You think I'm going to steal her because I am just too awesome!"

And I was right, of course. Remember what I said about Elizaveta being a Queen? Well, that was how her husband treated her. It was as if she had no freedom with that stuffy aristocrat around. The only way she could agree to my fashion show was if Roderich would come along. And that is why I placed them as the Queen and Jack of Clubs, respectively.

Roderich Edelstein was dressed in a teal long coat reaching halfway down his white clover studded slacks. Tied around the Austrian's neck was a white cravat which nestled on top of his double breasted olive shirt. His light orbs were obscured by thin square frames and one curl of brown hair refused to fall as all of the others neatly did caressing his face.

"N-no," Roderich stuttered adverting his dark brown gaze, his weight shifted to his brown cane prop. "She is my wife and I do not think you should be touching her in those...areas."

I rolled my crimson eyes. "Look Mister Prissy Pants. Be happy that I even allowed you in my awesome show."

He snorted and turned on his black loafers.

Elizaveta sighed and held up her light brown curls loosely as I retied the frilly green laces on her corset. "Sometimes he can just be so overprotective."

"I know what you mean," I explained and pointed to a burly blonde fidgeting under the backstage lights.

My younger brother, Ludwig Beilschmidt, never modeled for me or anyone else before, which made him overall unprofessional. He always wanted to join the German military or police force instead of prancing around on stage like a marionette. However, I ended up, err, persuading him to come along and model in my Card Collection.

Clad as the King of Hearts, Ludwig was swathed in a red cloak lined with white fur hanging over a brown button down shirt and light red pants. Topping off his outfit was a red and gold crown which nestled in his gel-licked blonde locks. His icy blue eyes were engrossed upon a certain flamboyant Italian.

Feliciano Vargas was a foreign model from Italy, who lacked skills overall. He tended to stumble on stage or smile at the audience quite frequently. The only reason he was a famous model was because of his charming Grandfather.

The Italian was robed in a brown cotton tee shirt hanging loosely over his puffy pink pants. Draping his slender shoulders was a short red coat matching the beret which snuggled his auburn hair. His bronzed fingers wrapped tightly around a crimson flag sporting three pink hearts in a line.

"Thanks Gil," Elizaveta said. She laughed and ruffled my platinum hair making a light pink stain my cheeks.

"Five minutes everybody!" I exclaimed. I clapped my hands together and tried to hide my evil smirk.

"Five minutes?" a French accented voice stammered. His blonde bob of perfect silk locks peaked out of one of the cloak rooms. "I do not think I could make myself beautiful in five minutes!"

This was typical Francis Bonnefoy for you. I knew him since high school where we were infamous for pulling pranks and...other things that I do not feel comfortable repeating. I am a professional, after all.

Anyhow, the pompous blonde instantly agreed to be my King of Diamonds and was draped in a gold silk tunic unbuttoned near the top tucked into a pair of dark orange colored slacks with diamond prints lacing the frills. At the pinnacle of his golden locks was an orange and gold crown studded with diamonds to complete his attire.

I rubbed my temples "Well make due," I called.

"Well then," Francis snapped and slammed the door closed.

"Why is he even in this show? He only shows blatant disrespect for your work!" my Swiss model sneered.

Vash and his sister Lili Zwingli were both hardworking models. They began as assistants bringing coffee at one of the firms and climbed up the ladder of success just to be here today; which is why they envied Francis for working as minuscule as possible yet always attending various fashion shows and star studded parties.

Vash sported an orange jacket with white faux fur to match his puffy pants with white tights underneath. At the crown of his short gold locks was a small beret-like hat dotted with replica diamonds. Hanging over his peach under shirt was a diamond necklace that radiated a hue of colors under the backstage fluorescent lights.

His sister wore a puffy peace colored dress studded with diamonds near the lace fringes. Her short blonde hair was complimented by the yellow roses interwoven yet contrasted her piercing green eyes.

"I know," I muttered.

Vash rolled his eyes. "Lili! Let me redo your hair!" he shouted as his sister picked at the pricking roses.

"Just ignore him, da?" Ivan asked. Just his thick Russian voice made me jump out of my skin.

"Ivan! I told you to behave or I am kicking you out!" I muttered through clenched teeth.

He pouted immaturely. "You should've made me King of Diamonds."

I place a hand on my waist and asked "just why would I do that? The King of Clubs suits you. You are cold and heartless."

Ivan Brangski was my sports line model, given his broad shoulders and frightening appearance. He was a third-time Olympian in men's ice-skating yet decided to retire because he never brought home any medals, which somehow disgraced him enough to move to America.

The Russian model's entire fair-skinned body was clad in an emerald robe imprinted with forest green clubs. A small Russian style jacket lined with green fur matched his small furry hat that nestled in his platinum blonde hair.

He rolled his lavender eyes. "And what are you supposed to be?"

"I'm a Joker, duh!" I said as if it was the most obvious statement in the world.

Well known around the world for my creative and unique collections, I am the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt. I was wearing a charcoal colored leather jacket, the collar turned upwards for extra awesome-ness, with a scarlet print of the devil on the back. Hanging out of my skinny jeans was a sharp pointed tail to match my red horns that were planted in my silver hair.

He rolled his light irises and shrugged.

"Alright everybody, places people!" I exclaimed clapping my hands together to gather the twelve models. "Let's give them something they'll never forget." An evil smirk plastered my face as I led the first group of models on catwalk.

Model after model strutted flawlessly in their medieval style attire, each as beautiful as the one before. Their ornate attire shone off the flaring spotlights and flashes from the Cannon cameras of the photographers blinded their eyes. All 12 models sashayed my collection of the black stage before it was time for the finale.

The real finale.

I slipped off my black leather glove and began to chant in my native tongue Jokerian. A red swirl immersed began growing from my finger tips and a mischievous leer grew on my face.

"Ve? What's happening?" Feliciano asked suddenly engulfed with the red crystals. He clung onto Ludwig's clothes and buried his face into his chest.

"Artie! Hold me!" Alfred cried.

"I'll hold you," Ivan said with a childlike smile.

My chanting ended and the scarlet crystal fog faded into the chill of the night.

"Where are we, aru?" Yao asked standing up and reached for his sword prop. He dusted off his long, royal blue overcoat studded with golden spades and white flowing trousers. Tangled in his raven black hair was a small circular hat with a light blue feather hanging off.

The entire group looked around the beautiful countryside with curious eyes. The orchid was stained in grey hues worn down by the harsh elements of time. The once lively vegetation domesticated from all four kingdoms was void of their dynamic shades and eventually greyed. What did remain were ruins of stone thrones, the embellishments wore off due to unruly conditions and four small arches, and each a shape resembling the emblem of playing cards.

"Don't you recognize your own home?" I finally asked hanging upside down from a tree like a bat.

The group looked at me with wild eyes. "What do you mean by home?" Roderich demanded.

I flipped backwards landing erect on the dew stained grass before bowing my head a slight degree. "Welcome to Cards, your majesties."

TBC?

A/N: Hi there for all of you that are actually reading this! xD

I feel like I still wrote too much about the Spades kingdom over all of the others. *Sigh* I just have so many UsUk feels. Sorry.

I want to do a little more with Hearts and Diamonds since nobody really focuses on them, yet I can tell Spades is going to play a major roll.

I made Roderich sound like such a douche, right? Oh I am truly sorry. I am a big PruHun shipper. :( yet there is probably going to be more AusHun than anything.

BTW I don't really have anything planned out or anything so you can always give me suggestions~

If you're interested, there is a poll on my profile for which Disney movie I should use inspiration as my new aph fanfic. That would be greatly appreciated. Poll closes 30.9.12.

Cover doesn't belong to me, however I could not find the right source so I am sorry to the wonderful artist. Here is the fanpop source until I can find the real one: spots / hetalia / images / 32020967 / title / hetalia - cardverse - photo

Also, please review. I'm not sure if I should continue (and I need suggestions too)!

Thank you!