Sup, People. This is just a short, sweet, drabble to get my mind off of mid-terms. Gah. I'm lagging on all my other Fics because of life. I have one. Durp.
Enjoy. Reviews make the world go round...

Arthur didn't really care what any of the other suits thought of him. He appeared the perfect queen to everyone; submissive, ladylike (or gentlemanly), and nothing but a pretty face. Maybe less quirky than Feliciano, or weaker than Natalia, and really more boring overall, but he didn't care.
Besides, he had a king to protect. And that was exceedingly difficult, considering how bullheaded Alfred could be most of the time.
Alfred, love, why must you make this difficult?" And the king had the balls to laugh. He knew what his Queen could do, but then Arthur would never do any permanent damage.

"Because, if it weren't difficult it wouldn't be fun." He jested, and Arthur just sighed. Being in a war with king Ivan really was no fun. Whomever captured the other's king first almost automatically won. It was like a very complicated game of chess, except you could recapture your king."I don't care if hide-and-seek is fun or not. I need to know where you are!" He ended in a shout.

"Then I win!" And then the oh-so-dignified King of Spades(please note his sarcasm) jumped from the giant, crystalline chandelier hanging from the ceiling, landing right smack dab on his queen. Needless to say, he was also covered in thick, velvety dustbunnies.

"BLOODY HELL, ALFRED!" Arthur screamed, coughing. "WHY? This is my favourite shirt!" And now there was dust all over it.

Alfred's face was less than an inch away now, with that shit-eating grin plastered all over it.

"Sorry, Artie," He sang, quickly kissing the Queen's nose and then running off before Arthur could metaphorically murder him (or really murder him, you never knew with Arthur).

"MY NAME IS ARTHUR, YOU GIT, NOW GET BACK HERE!" He yelled after him, but like wind, the king vanished. And their merry game of hide-and-seek began again.