AUTHOR'S NOTE: In this royalty AU none of the countryhumans are related to eachother unless specifically mentioned. So in this AU America and Canada ARE NOT RELATED!!!!! Thank you! Hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS: cursing in this chapter! Graphic scenes involving death and gore in this chapter! And somewhat suicidal thoughts. Torture happens in this chapter as well. Kidnapping also happens in this chapter so read at your own risk!

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A tired groan escaped the lips of a young man laying in a unbelievably large bed. He shuffled to his side while his stripped hands scrapped across the real gold stitched into the fabric of the linens. The man sighed as his eyes flickered open and he looked around his large room. Even through the darkness, he could pick out the beautifully carved walls and ceiling which depicted the story of his life so far. He smiled faintly at one corner in the room which presented his parents holding his small hands at the very young age of five. It was his birthday at the time and his parents were leading him to his surprise party in the gardens. He had absolutely no clue of the happy ambush which made that day beyond unforgettable in his young mind. A warm smile rested on his lips as he closed his eyes and tried to rest once more. Though a noise outside his door awoke him once again. With a heavy sigh he sat up in his massive bed and held his head in his hands. "What I would give for one night without those pesky guards waking me up."

Suddenly the door opened and a guard he'd never seen before approached his bed with a drawn sword. "Your highness, I heard mumbling from within your quarters. Are you alright?" Even though the question was asked there was no ounce of concern in the guard's voice.

"I was just talking to myself. No need to make a fuss!" The young Prince smiled and held his very expensive linens to his chest.

"Oh, that's simply wonderful. I was worried someone was with you!" The guard sneered with a mocking cock of his brow as he reached across the bed and grabbed the other harshly by the ankle.

"St-stop!" The Prince protested as his small frame was dragged across the bed and dropped harshly to the ground.

"Say hi to your parents for me!" The guard smiled happily as he brought his raised sword towards the vulnerable being on the floor.

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"NO!" A stripped man, with messy, curly hair, jolted awake with sweat rolling down his sharp jawline.

"Your highness?!" The bedroom door bursted open and a familiar pair of golden eyes met with his wild ones. The knight bounded over to the frightened man and reached for him similarly to the way it happened in the dream.

The Prince could only watch in untold horror as he was dragged to the edge of the bed and wrapped in a hug.

"What's wrong? What's happened?" The knight looked around with wide eyes but didn't find a single threat in the room.

"It was a bad dream, Sir Canada." The Prince finally found his words while his breathing calmed to a steady pace. "I'm so sorry to startle you, but I woke up screaming like that."

The knight known as Canada released the Prince with a slight frown. "All that matters is that you are safe."

The Prince closed his eyes and nodded before standing up and dusting himself off. "With you at my door, I will never be in harms way."

Sir Canada took a few steps back with his already red cheeks warming quickly. "I would never let you down, Prince America."

The Prince recoiled immediately and stared warily at his knight in dull, silver armor. "I thought we talked about this, Canada."

Canada's metal plates screeched slightly as his back straightened with mild embarrassment. "My apologies... I would never let you down, America." His lips pressed together as he refused to bring up the fact that the Prince referred to his in his proper title only moments ago.

"That's better." America grinned boyishly and sauntered over to his dresser filled to the brim with formal suits. "Is it around breakfast time, Nada?"

"It's still very late, your high-" Canada's lips zipped closed once he saw another glare come from the Prince.

America groaned and abandoned his dresser for the giant windows facing the palace gardens. With a jerky pull of the large, light green curtains he revealed a dark sky filled with sparkling stars. America threw his head back and groaned with annoyance. "I hate nightmares."

"How about you journal for awhile... Ame." The nickname that rolled off his tongue felt foreign on the devoted knight's lips.

America sighed and headed towards a beautiful white desk which was covered in various books and papers. His stripped hands searched for a little blue book and flipped it open to an empty page. "I'll try I guess. Thank you, Canada."

The knight nodded with a quick bow and exited the dark and quiet room as quickly as he came in.

The Prince sighed and pulled a lantern close to light it. It's warm light danced across the marble floor and ceiling with a comforting glow. "Let's see..." He dated the paper with some ink and quill while hesitating writing a few sentences.

Dear journal,

Today I woke up in the middle of the night with an awful dream. I think it's because of the attack on my parents a few days ago. There's still no answers about who did it or when they will wake up. I'm starting to believe that South Korea, the kingdom's adviser, is beginning the preparations to crown me which could be any day now. Everyone knows about my parents and the kingdom is looking incredibly weak so I guess that's why it's so important to crown me quickly.

America suddenly placed his quill back into the bottle of ink with a sigh. Writing about his current situation wasn't helping as much as he hoped it would. Thinking about being crowed as King was nearly heart stopping to imagine. His father was only injured, so why does it all need to happen now. With pressed lips, the Prince tiptoed to his dresser and pulled on a warm coat. He grabbed his gold infused bed sheets and formed a make shift rope which was soon thrown carelessly from his window. He hadn't seen his parents sense the attack and tonight was his breaking point. Despite being catered and pampered to every day of his life, America easily climbed down from his window to the palace garden like a seasoned sailor. Once on the ground he ran stealthily towards the palace kitchens. The warm glow from the small windows were hard to miss but especially the sweet smell of fresh food being prepared called to him easily through the darkness. Loud voices carried his way so he sat in the bushes just outside one of the kitchen's narrow windows. The conversation grew closer so he held a hand over his mouth and looked up warily.

"That royal adviser is a royal pain in my ass!" A feminine voice boasted with straight out annoyance.

"Oh I know! You need to do this... you need to do that! He's been on my ass all day too!" A deeper voice grumbled while the sound of running water began.

A small smile began to form on the young Prince's lips. He thought it was absolutely hilarious that the kitchen staff disliked South Korea so much. Honestly, he understood why. When it came to business about the crown and its duties, South Korea was extraordinarily stern and stiff about them. In times of relaxing and ease, the royal adviser surprisingly was a fun delight to be around. Judging from how the staff were mumbling he guessed they never saw South Korea off the job before. Deciding that it was now or never, America scampered away from his hiding place and slipped into the palace kitchen's open doors. Once his eyes adjusted to the light, he gasped in absolute horror. The kitchen staff he overheard only a few seconds ago were being muffled and dragged into the cellar. A dark hooded figure stopped abruptly once seeing the Prince stand in the doorway like a fawn stuck in headlights. "HEY! IT'S THE PRINCE! GRAB HIM!" One of the assailants bellowed and pointed at the frightened young man.

"NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!" The Prince screamed and turned to run away only to stumble into another masked man.

"Lookie- what I have here." A familiar voice cooed mockingly at the frightened Prince. The figure discarded his mask to the ground with a sinister grin. "Remember me?"

America's mouth only gaped open and close like a fish slowing dying on the surface.

The tall man began to laugh deeply with a pleased expression blooming on his face. "This was way too easy." His blood red hand grabbed the young Prince's shoulder with a vise like grip.

"Owww! You're hurting me, Ambassador Soviet!" America screeched as his eyes brimmed with tears.

"That's the idea, dear sweet, little prince." The former peaceful visitor chuckled once again.

"I can't believe after all the kindness my father and mother showed you that you go behind their backs and attack me!" The Prince hissed as he was confined with rope by one of Soviet's masked men.

"Your father and mother have been very kind to the likes of me, but they are also laying on their death bed as we speak. You must use every opportunity given to you, young one." A cold smile grew slowly on the man's blood red lips.

America's heart nearly broke in two from the mention of his parent's health. "You are the cruelest man I have ever met!"

The huge man leaned down and met the Prince eye to eye. "Is that so? I guess you haven't met my son yet." He straightened up along with his dark clothes and smirked. "He's the cruelest person I have ever met." With a happy sigh, Soviet made a fist and jabbed the Prince into the temple of his forehead. The harsh strike sent the Prince into a deep darkness.

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The feeling of cold wood pressed deeply into his back upon awakening. The soft sounds of the sea soon followed afterwards and made him more aware of his surroundings. The once thoughtless Prince was now tied to the mast of what appeared to be a pirate ship. He immediately started to struggle in the tight ropes binding him. "How dare you ruffians-!" A very cold sharp metal pressed into his neck made him silent.

"Now that's a rude way to introduce yourself. Aren't you a Prince after all?" A voice as cold as winter ice whispered closely to America's ear.

Shivering against his will, America glared with bright, angry eyes at his captor. "Yes, a Prince who won't die without a fight."

Pale blue eyes danced with laughter, but no such sound was made. "I like the feisty ones. Breaking them to my will is much more rewarding."

"You're sick!" The Prince hissed as the fire in his eyes seemed to explode.

"My, my... what a temper on this one." The pirate teased while grabbing his knife and sticking it back into his belt. He pinched the Prince's cheek while winking. "I promise to take great care of breaking your soul into two."

"Bite me." The Prince growled, but gasped as a sharp pain jolted from his ear. Fresh blood rolled down his cheek where the pirate previously touched him.

"Be careful for what you wish for, Princess." The man sneered while wiping America's blood off his lips with his wizard sleeves.

"My ear?!" America gasped with disbelief and watched as Soviet approached the two. The traitor now wore loose fitting clothes that were very pirate like, ragged and free.

"I see you had the pleasure to meet my son, Prince America. Can't you agree that my Russia is more ruthless than me." A calm smirk covered his blood red lips as he inspected America's face. "Already breaking him in, huh? Just go easy on the royal face. They will send a lot of good coin for an unbroken face."

America shivered and looked up at the two pirates that blocked out most of the bright blue sky. They were giants with many scars and a blood thirsty gleam in their eyes.

"I will father." Russia smiled softly while grabbing a handful of America's colorful hair. "Smile."

The Prince gave the other a nervous smile, but cried out in pain as his head was jerked backwards. He bit his lip to cover some of the pain, but the pirate only smirked.

"I think that's a better look him you. Don't you think, Father?" Russia turned with a triumphant smirk towards his own flesh and blood.

Without thinking, America growled and spat in Russia's direction which landed directly on Russia's torn white shirt. "I will never bow down to you." He hissed with venom even as Russia's grip on his head tightened.

Without any type of warning, Russia enclosed a hand around America's throat with hate filled eyes. "Keep going. It will just make this more fun for me."

Soviet cleared his throat with narrowed eyes. "No one will insult my son. Not even a Prince. Russia, untie him and take him to your quarters. Do whatever you wish." The giant pirate turned his back to the two and walked away to order around the crew.

"Poor little Prince. You have no idea what position you just put yourself into." The pirate once again pulled out his knife and cut the ropes holding America to the mast. "Try to escape and I will pull out all your teeth."

America shivered and quietly allowed himself to be pushed across the busy deck. Soon enough, the two were below deck in a small room that must belong to the horrible pirate himself. "Please don't harm me. I'm sorry for spitting at you."

"You should be." Russia growled and shoved the terrified Prince onto the bed.

"You better not touch me, you ruffian!" The American scrambled to have his back facing the wooden wall of the room.

Russia gritted his teeth as a look of disgust covered his features. "You're not my type..." Then a horrible idea popped into his head as he reached under his bed. "But this one here is." Russia revealed a pile of bones and pushed a skull into the Prince's shaking hands.

The Prince shrieked and threw the decaying bones as far as he could. "Why do you have that!?"

"In life they annoyed me, but now in death, I annoy them." The Russian smirked and placed the skeletons back beneath his bed. "Now that you're here, will you cower or fight me?"

"I could take you." The angry Prince hissed. He must admit that he was terrified of the pirate before him, but he would resist as much as he could. Kidnapping him would be the hardest thing these pirates ever did.

"How adorable." The pirate reached over and pinched both of America's cheeks until they stretched into a strained smile. "A tiny little Prince with all bark, no bite."

America gritted his teeth and swatted at the other's red hands. "Leave me alone, you brute. You don't scare me."

Russia pulled out his knife and waved it in front of the Prince's face. "What about now?"

"Nope." The Prince sneered coldly while narrowing his eyes at the other.

Russia held his knife against the delicate skin of America's neck. "And now?"

"Kill me." America whispered with eyes so bright that it stunned Russia into silence. A cold smirk crossed upon the Prince's lips. "You have no idea who you're messing with." America moved into the knife, allowing the blade to cut into his skin. "Torture me, bend me to your will, I will never give in."

Russia's eyes widened and his lips parted with disbelief. He had never met a captive with this much of a death wish before. "You're insane." He dismissed the looney Prince and backed away. He closed the door to his own room and locked it shut. Something about the Prince disturbed him so much that he felt his own soul squirming. "Can't wait to get rid of him." Russia muttered while walking away above deck, leaving the hallway in complete silence.

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HEY GUYS!!! ITS THE AUTHOR HERE! I hope you enjoy this little AU! Its a bit more dark than I imagined but I quite enjoy it regardless. I have no set direction for this book so your comments are important! Thank you for reading!

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