Sealand groaned as he woke up, sitting up at the feeling of something poking him. Of course, it was just a piece of his bed, and he glared down at it before standing up and stretching out slowly. He heard the call of his father a few seconds later, sighing shakily and going over to the door that connected the two Rooks' rooms. "Ladonia! Wake up, we're being summoned!" He called lightly before getting his clothes on, perching his sort of blocky crown on his head. The two microcountries weren't royal per se, but they were the ones directly under the royals, so they got sort-of honorary crowns. Of course, nobody knew of their semi-secret relationship since they sort of tried to hide it by Sealand's request, so everyone just thought they worked really well together.
Ladonia had, unlike his companion who seemed to like waking up sporadically instead of sticking to a schedule, had already been awake, so he merely rolled his eyes when he was called by Sealand to wake up. It ''subtly'' had something to do with his ego, that much he tried to conceal, but it couldn't hurt to jest around so early in the morning, right? "Bold of you to assume I haven't been up this entire time," Ladonia called out lightly mockingly, walking over to the door that stood between their rooms, though not crossing that threshold; hey, even he could respect personal space if it was desired, and he didn't want to risk walking in on a changing Sealand, having gotten outright bitchslapped the last time he accidentally did so. England taught him well, at the very least, because it bruised and hurt for [i days] afterwards. "Now hurry up, I haven't been late to a royal summons in years and I'd rather not have this be the first."
"Tch." He rolled his eyes as he walked over to the door, opening it and kissing the other's cheek. "I'm ready, let's go." Peter made sure his crown was on properly before heading out the door, gently hooking his pinky with Ladonia's until they got to the door leading to the throne room. He then let go of him in order to walk inside, bowing to the royals inside as he cleared his throat. "At your service, Your Highnesses." He spoke out calmly, then straightened up as he put his hands behind his back. "How can we be of service?" Peter tried his best to be respectful around the royal family, especially since he was technically part of it. Being the son of one of them, Arthur, he was partially an heir to the royal family. Partially. He was still next in line for the throne, but he would most likely not be chosen. The people seemed to frown upon the idea of a royal family member being a Rook, or anything less than a King or Queen piece. Peter didn't like the idea of being either of those, much less with him being as young as he was.
Arthur looked up from his throne, humming out in contented satisfaction with how quickly the two Rooks had answered his summons, sitting up a little further in his regal throne to properly address the two. "Good morning, both of you, I hope you got plenty of sleep," Arthur started out simply, keeping the required formalities as casual as he could get while in front of the other royals. Fates forbid one of their leaders if he spoke informally in front of his son and his friend, he rolled his eyes; he'd be changing that soon enough anyway, so it wasn't like it mattered much. "All we need from you two at the moment is our daily formation practice. After that, you both are free to leave and spend the day for yourselves." Arthur lightly instructed, rising from his seat soon after to gently motion for the two to find their proper places while making his way to his own, eyeing as Arvid swiftly did so as well.
"Yes, your majesty." Peter chirped before looking over to Ladonia, taking a soft breath before nuzzling him lightly. "Good luck..." He whispered before running over to the side that his father was standing on, placing his hands behind his back once again. One of the servants was calling out the squares that the 'other pieces' were moving to since it wasn't time for them to battle that day, Peter taking a soft breath and waiting for himself to be able to move into play. He held onto the hilt of his sword as his eyes glimmered with excitement, watching the servant for a moment before running out onto the field once he was allowed. He was standing right in front of where a pawn was supposed to be, and he gripped onto his sword before pretending to 'take' the piece with his sword. In their usual battles, the weapons would only wound enough for them to be able to take the piece back to their jails, but he hadn't put that attachment on since they were merely practicing and there was no opponent.
The practice battle was swift and shortlived, as per its usual while under the calculating gaze of royalty; although all pieces, besides the pawns as technically they were of a specific lesser class, were [i well] taught in battle tactics and strategies, just in case something were to happen to any of the specialized pieces. So, once the battle had been formally finished, Arthur was quick to dismiss everyone, both so he could have some personal space and so- well- actually, that was the only reason, he adored his personal space and would rush things just to get so. Arvid didn't question it, and if anything rather enjoyed it himself as it meant that he and Peter's presence was no longer required. With a respectful bow of his head, Arvid swiftly left the checker-floored practice room, patiently waiting out in the hall for Peter to catch up to him, ignoring the slightly curious looks he got from others while doing so.
Peter bowed his head respectfully to his father before running up to Arvid with a soft smile, taking one of his hands and holding it gently. Luckily their sleeves were a bit long, it was hard to tell where their hands were sometimes. He gently smiled at him while gently rubbing the back of his partner's hand with his thumb, sighing happily as ne nuzzled him. "You did well, beloved...the final blow was yours!" He chirped out the last part, letting go of him to gently toss his hands in the air in his slightly childish excitement. Peter was always one to congratulate the piece that managed to checkmate the game when it was one of his own kingdom's pieces, and he giggled happily as he covered his mouth. He knew that Arvid might not enjoy his childlike excitement, but it always made his father smile whenever he showed it. He then looked over at him, clasping his hands in front of his chest. "What would you like to do now?" He asked curiously, tilting his head while making sure his crown stayed on his head.
Arvid only raised a brow at Peter's childlike excitement, unaware he was offering up a half-smile to his partner as he gently shook his head in amusement. He got to quietly thinking for a moment, considering all the possibilities and things they could do now that they had some downtime to kill, lightly clicking his tongue as he thought. "Well, rumour has it that Yao's visiting and he [i always] brings Leon with him, so unless we want to be third wheeled, I suggest we find something to do [i outside] the castle..." Arvid muttered out; don't get him wrong, he enjoyed their friend's company just fine, but the Chinese man's son always found a way to ruin little moments between him and Peter and sometimes it drove Arvid up the wrong tree. "We could go out and ''raid'' the shops in Castletowne if you'd like? Maybe find a nice store to shop at, oooor a cafe or pet shop or something. I've been dying to get out of the castle regardless," He softly suggested, spewing out his ideas for a moment, allowing Peter to choose his favourite of the ideas since he himself had no preference.
He thought about it for a moment before remembering that a cafe filled with cats had been made in the city, grinning softly. "We could go and visit the new cat cafe that opened? I know the owner, they told me I could bring you there if I wanted!" He chirped out excitedly, clapping his hands and bouncing a bit as he grinned at his partner. "It could be really really fun, don't you think? So many cats!" Peter then offered his hand to the other as he smiled, bowing a bit playfully as he looked up at him. "Shall we, then, beloved?" He asked gently, always loving to call the other that word. Beloved. It just seemed to fit his partner so well, and it rolled off his tongue oh-so easily. Arvid was Peter's beloved, one of his fellow microcountries, and someone he's known almost since he was born. They were fast friends when they were younger, always getting into mischief and getting caught by Arthur. Peter would almost always take the blame, typically to the dissatisfaction of both Arthur and Arvid, but Peter could handle the consequences of both Arvid and his own action.
Arvid softly rolled his eyes and quietly laughed to himself, muttering something under his breath along the lines of how he could have guessed that answer had he tried. "You know, for someone raised by the nicknamed ''Ruler of the Open Seas,'' I'm a little surprised you don't like fish more than cats, my dearest," He lightly joked, sticking his tongue out playfully for a moment as he took Peter up on his offer by taking his hand and leading him through the halls with said destination in mind. Peter called him beloved, so he called him dearest in return, and while he seemed almost tsundere at times, he definitely was no stranger to adorning Peter with various nicknames. Arvid had a list of them, quite literally, that he freely referenced and used to his full advantage, keeping track of which nicknames Peter seemed to like more than others by gauging his reactions to them. Dearest seemed to be the happy medium, so it was what Arvid stuck with most often. "You know your dad will kill you if you have cat hair on you, though, you'd better lint roll yourself well after this. Poor fella, I almost feel bad for picturing him sneezing up a storm; imagine being allergic to cats," Arvid sarcastically commented, still dutifully leading Peter through castle grounds out to the city that surrounded said castle on all sides like a thick wall would typically protect one.
"Father should be fine eventually, but I will." He hummed softly, trotting up to the cafe and opening the door. He'd opened and held it for his boyfriend, and smiled once he closed it and trotted up to the front. He did seem to know the owner, the two of them conversing friendly-like before Peter waved Arvid through a door. "Come along!" He chirped out, then walked into another room and sat on a couch. There were many cats there, rolling around the room every so often. He petted a cat gently as he grinned happily, nuzzling it as he giggled. It seemed that he liked this place already, looking up at him before smiling more. He sat up properly and patted the seat beside him, waiting for him.
"You treat me like a dog without a leash as if I need to be instructed and tempted," Arvid jokingly stated with a clearly mockingly sad sigh while he obediently walked over and took a seat where he was motioned to do so. A striped tabby almost as red as Arvid's ginger hair cat had followed behind him and gently meowed and pawed at the Rook to gain his attention, hopping up on the couch and curling into a fluffy ball beside him soon after it was able to get it. A little curious about its intentions and why it curled up next to him of all people, Arvid gently pet at its head, smiling a little bit when it erupted with a loud purr.
"Aww...puppy boy." He giggled as he petted his head gently, then leaned onto him while petting another cat that had decided to join them up on the couch. Of course, Peter got something small to drink, and happily sipped his drink as he closed his eyes. "I'm glad you decided to come with me, beloved. You didn't have to, and yet you did. You're amazing.." He mumbled out before hugging him gently, snuggling into him with a happy sigh. Peter was in heaven, he wouldn't be surprised if Arvid was an angel. He'd be happy, of course, that he managed to catch an angel's eye, but he otherwise would only miss the world before. He sighed out as he closed his eyes, nuzzling into him further.
"First off, I am [i not] a puppy boy," Arvid grumbled quietly as if he were upset, though he was only slightly flustered, only silently growing moreso when Peter pet his head and snuggled into him. He really wasn't the best with affection, but he tried his utter best specifically just for him. "And secondly, it's not like either of us had anything better to do. Besides, you really should know by now I'd do whatever you ask me to do, sweetheart. [i ...Don't you dare think about that too much or let that power get to your head,]" He huffed out, swiftly adding onto his original words with a gentle yet firm warning. Arvid indeed [i would] do anything Peter asked him to do, no matter what he was asked; anything from the ordinary to the extraordinary; and sure, with a little complaining, but he'd still do so regardless. Hell, he'd murder in cold blood if as much as genuinely asked to.
He giggled softly and kissed at his cheek, sighing happily as he looked up at him. "Of course you aren't, beloved." Peter hummed out before gently petting at the cat in his lap, being mostly silent for the moment while occasionally drinking his drink. The two small males were a bit attention-grabbing, but at the same time, they were mere Rooks in the hierarchy of pieces. Not many cared about spying on Rooks. He opened his eyes and looked up at his boyfriend, slowly pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips. Peter was always hesitant about kissing Arvid, always giving him time to pull away as he sighed happily. Regardless of how nervous he was, he always loved the little moments like this, where they could just be peaceful for a moment. Just the two of them in their own little world...
Arvid hummed out contently, smiling into the kiss as he drew Peter just a little closer for their comfortability and convenience. It seemed like the world was blissful for a few moments, the cats in the shop meowing and mewling freely, the sun shining through the crystal clear windows, the warm scented aroma lingering in the air, the sound of the door opening- Wait, the sound of the door opening? Arvid pulled himself away to swiftly look, or rather glare coldly, over at where the door was, and to his surprise, lo and behold it was opened and someone was making their way inside the cafe. "Ayo, shopkeep! I'm back, it's nice to see ya again!" The painstakingly familiar voice of Leon called out, an all too loose smile on his face as if he didn't have a care in the world; and he really didn't due to the knowledge that both Yao and Arthur would hound the locals if any issues with him came up. Castletowne was his home away from home, or even his second home considering Arthur had once whisked him away from Yao because the royal was worried for him. Leon paused upon recognizing the two faces of the people who sat on the couch, soon grinning once more as he strolled over, tucking his hands neatly inside his sleeves. "I did [i not] expect to see you two here, like, whatsoever. I always thought regular cafes would be more your guys' style, but wasup??"
“Oh bloody hell…” Peter groaned lightly for a moment before smiling gently at Leon, clearing his throat. “Hello, Leon. I’m alright.” He spoke out before clearing his throat, forcing his smile at this point. “Me and Arvid were trying to be [i alone] together at this cafe, just in case you [b didn’t know.”]
Leon rapidly unhid his hands from inside his sleeves and held them up in a gesture of surrender, though his loose grin only grew. "Whoa there, I didn't even know you two were here, don't, like, get so snappy! I only swung by to talk to the shopkeep again and help the store restock cause Yao insisted I should; he probably wants me to get cat hair all over me so Arthur sneezes like a sick kid; but calm down with that passive aggression a little, won't ya?" The Chineseman's son calmly explained with a lighthearted laugh, not saying anything else out of respect for their personal space as he slid into the backroom to help the owner out in any way he could. Arvid silently scoffed as he watched Leon flee to the backroom, leaning back into the cushion of the couch while he gently pulled the orange tabby still curled beside him into his lap, resuming to stroke at its head and listen to it loudly purr out. "He has the [i worst] timing imaginable, I fucking swear..." He grumbled with a sigh following afterwards, offering Peter one of his hands to hold for the time being. Better to play it safe rather than be sorry, especially since Leon was still in the shop and could pop up at any time; that was one thing he and Yao had in common, the two could pop up out of thin air, something that passively annoyed Arvid without failure. Again, don't get him wrong, he didn't mind their friend, but he had some of the worst [i or] best; there was no in-between; timings out of all the people he had met thus far.
Peter let out an angry growl, but held Arvid's hand gently as he sighed. "I swear...I hate it when he pops up like this." He growled out, then put his arms around Arvid's as he closed his eyes softly. He loved his friends, all of them genuinely, but he hated it when he got popped up on like this, especially by people he'd rather not have gossipping about him and his lover. He tapped his fingers on his arm, letting out a soft grumble. "Maybe we should go back to the castle grounds..." He huffed out, then looked up at him. "He might follow us back...mm..." He started to think about what to do, his face falling into a gentle contemplative look as he sighed out slowly.
[Know what, might as well drag this out till that scene so it makes it more intense- but I'm so shitty and terrible with battle scenes I'm not even joking ;v; I'll try my utter best, but i might gloss over it to get to that good angst later- just sayn']
Arvid hummed out quietly before softly clicking his tongue, doing a little thinking of his own to try and figure out a way to keep Leon at bay. He looked over to the backroom, observing it for a few moments to keep an eye on it in case said friend of theirs does decide to slide back out of it; it was always a wildcard when it came to Leon, much to Arvid's dismay. He looked back down to Peter, giving him a small kiss to his forehead. "I can always hop inside your phone and you can walk us to the castle. If he decides to talk to you, you can lie and ask him to find me for you as if we got separated somewhere somehow." Arvid quietly offered out after another moment of silent thought, offering up a small smile alongside his idea.
Peter perked up a bit before pulling his phone out and offering it out to Arvid as he smiled, humming lightly. "Why don't we go ahead and do that? I'd rather go back with you than deal with him right now, we've only had a little bit of time together today. We could go back to the castle and cuddle." He smiled happily, kissing him once before allowing him to enter his phone. He was humming to himself now, trotting back out of the room and humming happily while closing his eyes and smiling. He'd already paid for his things, and he trotted through the city as he put his arms around his back. It was a bit rough to walk along without his lover, but at least he knew that Arvid would be with him in his phone.
Arvid sat harmlessly and contently inside the home screen, digging through the file folder he had dragged closer to himself to go through and organize all inside of it; hey, he might as well just make himself useful while inside his lover's phone, right? Besides, there was something satisfying about organizing digital files, at least in his opinion, but slowly he grew bored sorting through various things. Arvid looked up at the screen. Hmm, it didn't [i seem] like Leon was going to come and bother them, perhaps he was still back at the cafe, or even beat them to the castle walking a different path than them. Regardless, it meant Arvid was free to talk to Peter if he so wished, and he wished. He hopped up and made his way into texts and quietly typed something in before sending it, standing next to his messages as he waited to hear the sweet sound of a notification ping, smiling widely when he did.
Hey hey hey, sweetheart
Do you have a sunburn or are you always this hot? ;)
[yes i know i format texts a little weirdly, it's just what I'm comfortable with for whatever reason, hhhHHh-]
Peter perked up and looked down at the messages, blinking softly and softly flushing as he covered his face a bit. "Whyy..." He whined softly, then huffed as he stuck his tongue out at the other. "You're such a flirt, Arvid." He grumbled out, scrolling the messages just to make Arvid fall over as he huffed gently. "Take that." He managed, then kept walking. His eyes glimmered as he sighed softly, looking up to the skies and taking how peaceful it was. One of their Bishops had spoken of danger to the Rooks, but Peter had paid it no heed. He didn't feel he needed to, at least at the moment, so he walked into the castle and let him out of his phone as he pulled him into a kiss. Since they were at the castle now, he got to do things like this as long as he kept it subtle. He sighed softly as he licked his own lips, enjoying the taste of the other on his lips before smirking lightly. "Your eyes are like the ocean; I could swim in them all day~"
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