Hey guys, I know, I know, it's been a while. I came to alert you guys that I have just uploaded a sequel to this story Titled: the Scorned King. To say the least, it's interesting, and to give you a little taste, I'll give a little preview.

Slowly yet surely Dominic came too, rubbing his eyes as he sat up, body covered in love-bites and scratches. Gilbert gagged and Alfred laughed, clapping. It was hilarious, the bothered look in Ivan's eyes as his only heir groaned. "What now?" He asked tiredly with a surprisingly well concealed Russian accent. "Haven't you heard of knocking? We're in the land of the free, you can't barge around like you own anything while we're here." Ivan huffed at him, and Alfred continued to snicker. He liked this kid. "And who are those bozos behind you, hah? S.S, da?" His dull purple eyes glared at the American monarchs lazily.

There was a groan from underneath the covers, dainty a hand peeking out from the covers. "Who are you talking too?" Said a hoarse voice, and just then a sickening feeling shot up Alfred's and Arthur's spine. They stood their quietly before turning to face each other, eyes flashing in fear and rage. Alfred pushed past the Russians to the side of the concealed second party. If God loved him, he wouldn't let this be who he thought it would be. He crouched down to his knees before clearing his voice, humming, the body under the covers growing rigid.