"How on earth did you get here?"

Some shuffling around and a loud crash.

"Ow! What the bloody hell? Damned chairs, I swear to god these chairs are the most-"

Alfred groaned as he opened his eyes to see a bright light. Immediately, the voice stopped talking. There were a few rustling sounds before someone coughed and Alfred turned to see who it was.

"Arthur?" Alfred muttered. What was going on? Where was he?

Arthur frowned. "Im sorry, I couldn't hear you. Never-mind that, Who are you and why do you look exactly like America?"

Either Arthur was playing some sort of elaborate prank on him or this really wasn't Arthur, which again begged the question: Where was he?

Seeing that he was not going to answer, Not-Arthur went on to explain, "You suddenly appeared during a world meeting. We weren't sure where to take you, so we brought you to one of the spare rooms." He turned to leave the room through a door Alfred hadn't noticed until right then. "You'll stay here if you know what's good for you."

The room fell silent as he left. Alfred hesitantly sat up on the couch he was lying on and looked around the room. It was a simple room with a couch and a few chairs littered around the room. How did he get here? What was he doing last? He frowned as he tried to think of what he was doing last, but it was all fuzzy.

Alfred stilled as the door opened to Not-Arthur and someone who looked exactly like him aside from his clothing and crown.

Alfred blinked, "You must be America."

America pointed at him with an exaggerated flair. "Ahah! How does he know my name England? I told you this is some weird alien crap, but you didn't listen-"

Not-Arthur or England cut in, "I told him your name America, and I told you this has nothing to do with your aliens."

Alfred spoke up, "Excuse me, but where are we? Who are you and why do you look like me?"

America laughed. "That's actually what we were wondering. I'm America, short for the United States Of America, a.k.a the Greatest Nation in the World!"

England scoffed. "As if. If anything, you're the Greatest Idiot in the world."

Alfred eyed the two nations wearily before saying, "I am Alfred II, The King of Spades."

To his surprise, America looked at him half-horrified and half-elated, "There's no way my doppelgänger is a King. Where the heck is Spades anyways?"

Alfred frowned at America. "The Kingdom Of Spades has been around for thousands of years. Also, what do you mean you are a nation? That's not possible."

Before the two lookalikes could argue any more, England pointed to Alfred and said, "You are not from this world."

America's face lit up. "He's an alien!"

England immediately shot him down, "No. King Alfred here is not an alien." He paused before adding, "He's from a different world."

"What does that mean exactly?" Alfred asked exasperated with not getting a straight answer to his questions.

Before England could reply, the door once again opened. This time it was Francis, or at his lookalike. "What is taking you so long? Germany is shouting again, which is terribly unattractive, and we still need to know what has happened with the mysterious visitor. Is he awake yet?"

Not-Francis' eyes swept the room and smirked as they stopped on Alfred. "Dieu, You look exactly like America over there. I wonder why."

Noticing that America was about to speak, England quickly replied, "We'll discuss this in the meeting room. Now get out of here France before I drag you out by your disgusting mop on your head that you call hair."

Ignoring France's acidic reply to England's insult, Alfred turned to America, "Where exactly is this meeting room you all keep talking about?"

America grinned at him, "I'll show ya!"

||Cardtalia||

The meeting room turned out to be similar to the room he had woken up in. The only differences were the lack of a couch and the other people sitting around a table. The other people also happened to be lookalikes of people Alfred knew as well.

'Go figure, I suppose.' Alfred thought to himself as he looked around the room.

The Ludwig lookalike spoke first. "England, America, who is this?"

England's mouth twitched like he was unsure if he wanted to smile or frown, "This is Alfred II, The King of Spades."

Alfred rolled his eyes, "Just in case the crown didn't give it away."

The others still didn't seem that convinced.

"Where did he come from, ahen?" The Yao lookalike asked.

Alfred raised an eyebrow. "Apparently I seem to be from another world."

"Well yes, you see the light was saw was actually from a very powerful magical source, so powerful that it was able to break through the barrier separating our two worlds and land him here. The person that sent you here must have been in a hurry." England explained.

As soon as he spoke the world magic, the other nations looked away briefly or groaned aloud like America who immediately said, "England, your freaky magic stuff's not real, dude."

England looked torn between yelling at America for calling him dude and for the magic comment, so Alfred cut in.

"What do you mean magic is not real? Of course magic is real." As if to prove his point, Alfred absently waved his hand and a chair quickly moved from across the room to him. Alfred ignored their astonished looks as he sat down and smirked.

"H-how?" England stuttered, for once caught off-guard. "You didn't even mutter an incantation..."

"I don't need to."

England gave him a piercing look, "But the power needed for that is...ridiculously high. You simply cannot have that much innate power in you without any side effects."

Alfred shrugged.

("Honestly Alfred, you're the King Of Spades. Don't shrug your shoulders like that. It so...uncouth.")

("Calm down Artie, who's gonna see me? The only one here is you.")

("You shouldn't be doing it anyways. And it's Arthur.")

"Who said that I don't?" He said with a wry grin.

Not-Yao let out a disapproving sound. "Let me guess, aru: you have super-strength."

Alfred's eyebrows furrowed. "Yes actually I do. How did you know that?"

"Yes China, how did you know?" Ivan's lookalike asked with an off-putting smile.

China huffed. "Obviously, King Alfred would have the same abilities considering they are parallel versions of each other."

There was muttering across the room. More and more nations were looking more convinced with England's explanation.

"Germany man, this seems pretty legit." America laughed awkwardly, thrown off balance by the casual display of magic.

Not-Feliciano raised his hand like a student in class. He waved it around a couple times. "Ooh Germany, Germany, pick me! Pick me!"

Ludwig's lookalike, Germany, sighed, "Yes Italy?"

Italy smiled, "How did Signore Alfred get here?"

Everyone turned to face Alfred. "That's a very good question." He paused before adding, "I don't remember how I got here. I remember Arthur and the castle and then everything gets fuzzy."

"Who's Arthur?"

Alfred smiled to himself. This answer he knew without a doubt, "Arthur, Queen Of Spades."

"Dude, you have a Queen?"

"Of course he has a Queen, America."

"Your Queen is named Arthur?"

"Not only is this version of America a King, but he is married too??"

Alfred blinked, "I really don't see what the big deal is."

England gestures to America. "I'm surprised that anyone would want to marry any version of that idiot, but the real issue is the Queen status. Your Queen is a male?"

Alfred shifted on his feet before glaring at England. Alternate version of his husband or not, there was no way he was letting this slide. "Yes? Do you have a problem with that?"

England's face closed off for a moment before a look of realization crossed it. "Wait no, that's not what I meant at all. I was referring to the fact that the title Queen refer to female rulers traditionally. That's all I meant, I swear!"

Alfred nodded his head. England seemed apologetic enough, so he let it go. "In my world, any of the four roles - King, Queen, Jack, and Ace - can be held by anyone regardless of traditional values. Besides, we don't technically choose who gets to be who."

Italy frowned, "Wait so you're not married to your Queen?"

Alfred immediately shot back hotly, "Of course I am! I love him! Just because it's not the traditional way of getting married..."

Seeing everyone's wide eyes, he sheepishly added, "Sorry. It just that a lot of people used to say that it didn't count as being married and couldn't believe that we actually stayed together. Living as long as we do, I still get many surprises looks when people realise that I don't have any mistresses."

Germany tentatively asked, "What do you mean living as long as we do? Are you not mortal?"

Alfred's lips pursued. "Technically no. Arthur calls it longevity. We're more resilient than regular people and retain our youth and lives unless we are mortally wounded."

"So basically you stay young until you get killed."

Alfred laughed, "That's one way to put it."

England pointedly coughed, "We should be getting back to the point. How did you get here in the first place?"

Alfred pressed his lips together as he thought. "I don't know, but I do know a way we can find out." He checked through his pockets quickly, but he couldn't find it.

"Did you guys find a magic clock that looks like a Spade? It's kinda important." Alfred asked.

("Remember Alfred, this clock is a symbol of Spadian royals. To everyone else it looks like an elegant jewellery piece, however you may also use it in an emergency to contact the other royals, not just of your court but other courts as well. It also has other uses though I pray that you never need to discover them. Promise me that you'll guard it with your life.")

("I promise.")

"Yes we did." England took out the palm-sized watch out of his pocket and gave it to him. Alfred swiped his thumb across the crystal-layered clock before abruptly grinning at the Nations who looked surprised at his sudden mood swing.

Grasping the clock tightly, Alfred's voice rang out in the room as he commanded the watch, "Show me Arthur, Queen Of Spades!"

Barely-there green mist surrounded the mist before dispersing. America coughed. "Was it supposed to do that?"

Alfred frowned worried. "No," He said in a low voice. He tried again. Again the most appeared before disappearing just as quickly.

France hesitantly smiled. "I'm sure it's fine. Why don't you try someone else?"

Eyebrows furrowed, Alfred tried, "Yao, Jack Of Spades!"

To his immense relief, the green mist actually stayed and swirled above the clock until a clear image of Yao appeared. He was running, his clothes ripped and dirty. He had a pained look on his face until he noticed Alfred.

"Alfred! Where are you?" Yao panted as he continued to run and hold his clock out in front of him.

Alfred frowned. "I'm in a parallel world. I have no idea how I got here, but Yao! What happened to you? Why can't I contact Arthur?"

Yao quickly glanced over his shoulder before replying, "The castle has been taken over by the rebels. The Queen and you both disappeared shortly into the chaos. I tried to find one of you, but I only came across Matthew who said that he was also looking. Try talking to him-"

Suddenly, Yao stopped talking. Alfred paled and looked to Yao's stomach which had a sword protruding from it. There was a moment silence where Alfred and Yao looked at each other. Then Yao screamed and fell to his knees as the mist holding the image dispersed. The room was silent as Alfred felt that final image of Yao screaming burn into his mind.

AN: Here's the first chapter of Shuffled Deck. This is actually the rewrite of the original story. I will be updating this story as often as I can! I hope you enjoyed reading this. Check out my other stories too!

-Madsinator (12/30/18)