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[Alan Nickolas Yvan]

Clicky! Alan and King Yvan


Alan felt the hand on his shoulder tighten, threatening to bruise his pale skin if Alan breathed wrong. He stood stock-still, not really even breathing, he always felt like this when his father was around. Cautious and fearful, yet none of it showed on his face. He was the perfect face of the Swiss Royal family, he was a perfect example of a masquerade doll. He paraded around his egotistical mischievous side but under it lay a paranoia, a dormant volcano of mental insanity. One wrong step and he might end up with another black eye like last time. He couldn't show up to school with any more bruises, people would suspect something.

" Stand up straight Alan... this is your fiance... Don't embarrass the family like you have been lately..."

Alan felt the sharp smack on the back of his head, nowhere near gentle. His head moved forward only slightly, mostly because he had prepared himself for the blow. The limo pulled up in front of the ballroom that Parent's night was being held in. Cat was in that limo, probably dressed in something nice and fitting for meeting her fiances father. The father of the man who knocked her up. Regret ran through his mind, he'd have to tell his father that Cat was pregnant. His father would be pleased of course, but also very angry. King Yvan didn't have children until after he and his mother had been married, and having a child, even if Cat and Alan were to be married, wasn't okay since they weren't actually married yet. He knew he was in for a world of hurt if any sort of word vomit slipped and he didn't gently slide the conversation in.

King Yvan was tall, towering over his son, and the intimidation of the King was overpowering. Alan looked... small... compared to his father, weak compared to the strong-looking blond man. Alan was already effeminate as it was, and standing next to King Yvan was like a mouse standing next to a horse. Even though King Yvan was well over his thirties, he looked attractive, blond hair and blue eyes. But the Kings hair was a darker shade of blond than his sons, Alan took after his mother and her hair was lighter. When the door to the limo was opened by the driver, Alan swallowed the thick lump in his throat. He prayed to every god he knew of that this could be over soon. His hands shook was Cat got out and he shoved them into his pants pockets to keep his father from noticing. It was obvious that his proper stance was forced, in fact, Cat would clearly see Alan's discomfort of fear at being so close to his father.

It's not like she didn't know the reason why he felt so...

[Catarina Aurora De Luca]

KITTY'S ALL DRESSED UP

Parents Night... Cat had started the day in a terrible mood... seriously... Catarina really didn't want to go.. Parents night symbolized that her parents were dead. She would never get to see her parents again... It made her so miserable, but she couldn't miss this night... Her fiance's father was coming to meet her. She had to look presentable and good. Alan's dad had been more then generous, or so the Committee said... He had switched his eldest sons arranged marriage to secure Cats right as royalty, and Italy was guaranteed support from the Swiss. Cat took a deep breath and looked at that purple dress she was wearing for tonight. Cat felt anger swell in her chest. She didn't want to meet the man who hurt her amante. He was hers... No one should hurt him.

Cat got ready though. King Yvan was a king, and until Alan or someone else took the throne... King Yvan deserved respect.. Cat had been raised with that drilled into her. Cat sat in the limo, dreading how Alan was going to look at her. She had been avoiding him as much as possible since their 'date' she didn't want to feel as guilty as he always made her feel. She loved him.... she didn't like what their baby was doing to them. "Va tutto bene, il mio bambino. Ti amo ... anche se gli altri non lo fanno." She said with her hand to her stomach. She couldn't believe that she was having a baby... A little prince... Cat was going to love her little baby more then anyone could love another. Cat watched as the limo reached the building that the parents night was being held out. "I can do this..." Cat whispered to herself right before she stepped out. Cat knew that she looked confident as she stepped out of the limo. Cat's eyes sought out Alan first. He looked terrified. Cat resisted the urge to run to him and hold him.

Cat walked up to her fiance and his father with a confident smile she had learned to have when she was stressed. Cat smiled at King Yvan and gave a little curtsy. "King Yvan, it is a pleasure to meet you. Cat said sweetly. She just wanted to grab her Amante away from this man. He was too close to what belonged to her... but Cat was a good actress, and she had to stay in the good graces of a king.

[Alan Nickolas Yvan]

Alan was indeed terrified, standing this close to his father was sort of like trying to hug and angry wild bear. Sure it's a cute bear... but you know if you touch it, it'll probably kill you and eat your soul for dinner. Alan's father was a lot like that, to the public he was a smart, handsome, talented king with a gorgeous wife and a very wealthy kingdom. But behind the velvet curtains he was controlling, abusive, angry and easily frustrated with his eldest son. His wife couldn't control him and his other children were too afraid to help Alan when things got out of hand. And it didn't help that Alan constantly rebelled from his father, doing bad things on purpose. Of course, the abuse never got close to the public, only the most recent incident was one that was visible to others. Most of the time, King Yvan never made a mark on Alan that couldn't be covered up by clothing. The black eye Alan had was the first time that Alan's father ever made a mark that could cause suspicion. Of course Alan claimed that he fell down the stairs, but two people outside of the Yvan family know better. Alan wouldn't normally lie, but he really is too scared of his father. When he was very young he was locked in a closet for almost a full day by his father, and ever since then he has been too scared of small spaces that he fears if he says anything... his father will trap him somewhere again.

" Indeed, my prayers go out to your family, Miss Catarina." King Yvan spoke with such pride and dignity that he didn't deserve. Both Alan and Cat knew what a sleazebag he was, yet he acted like the greatest thing placed on this Earth. Alan shifted uncomfortably, he kept his gaze towards the ground, he didn't want to look up and have his father hit him later for it. " I've had quite the trouble, the effort of rebuilding Italy has been quite the endeavor. Luckily the Swiss family has the funds to support Italy for the time being. " King Yvan took a step back, a social movement that Alan knew. Alan held out his arm, not looking at his father or even Cat at all. King Yvan turned to walk inside and Alan let Cat take his arm. His arm was shaking just enough for Cat to feel it but not enough for anyone else to notice. Alan was obviously scared out of his mind, Cat had never seen him like this, nobody had but his family. His mother always tried her best to keep King Yvan from hurting Alan but that never really worked. If Cat paid close attention she could see the black and purple bruising on Alan's wrist from earlier that day, before the two men arrived here... It was sort of obvious because of his light skin tone, but only visible when his cuff was moved.

[Catarina Aurora De Luca]

Cat smiled politely at her future father-in-law. "And my people are very grateful to you for your families generosity. My brother also sends his many thanks." Cat didn't want to speak to this man, but the Committee demanded that she was polite to him, especially since he was the reason that Liam did not have to be crowned right away. Liam needed a few more years as a kid before an entire country was placed on his shoulders...

Cat watched as King Yvan backed up and started to head inside. Cat tried to meet Alan's eyes but he was avoiding eye contact. Cat bit her lip and gently placed a hand on her Amante's arm. She let out a pained gasp when she realized just how much Alan was shaking. Cat couldn't imagine what a parent could have done to make Alan, her Amante... act like this... her Amante was the strongest person that Cat knew, but here he was shaking with a fear so strong that Cat could barely understand. Cat lightly squeezed her Amante's arm in an attempt at comfort. She was here for him... No one was going to hurt him while she was around.

This squeeze made Alan's cuff move up just a bit. It was enough though. Cat's eyes narrowed and she took a calming breath. She could not cause a scene here. This man held her countries future in his hands. Until Alan was crowned, Cat had to be nice to this evil man. "Oh my Amante... If only I could do something." She said in a pained whisper. She looked away from him and walked into the beautiful room that had been decorated for this event... At least there were a lot of people here, King Yvan wouldn't dare cause a scene here.... right?

Cat couldn't help but think of one of her best friends as a child. Anita... She had been a refuge noble, Cat didn't remember where she was from... but she and Cat had become quick friends. Anita lived with her father, and she was really clumsy. One day Anita didn't show up to play with Cat... Cat had gone to her mother, Cat's mother had told her that Anita had fallen down and broken a lot of bones. When Cat went to visit her friend she overheard her father threatening her not to tell. Cat had walked into the room with a shocked and angered face. She had demanded to know what this man had done to her friend. The man had just laughed, not realizing that this was the Italian Princess. Anita had begged Cat not to say anything... She hadn't wanted it to get worse... Cat hadn't done anything... That man killed Anita. She had 'fallen down the stairs', but Cat knew better. She wouldn't let something like that happen to her Amante... She wouldn't let anyone hurt her baby's father....

[Alan Nickolas Yvan]

Alan was trying his best to hide how he was feeling, he had been for 17 years. He'd been beaten, bruised, hit, cursed at, locked in a closet. he'd be yelled at to be perfect, yelled at because he was a playboy, hit because he wasn't responsible. He'd been called, pathetic, useless, weak, childish, stupid, fake, ugly, and half a billion other things. He never had a father, only the man who beat him if he didn't hold his fork at the exact angle for eating. If he didn't stand up straight, and act like a man... it was like giving his father the bird. Alan was a dog on a chain too tight and too short and for days he'd be bucking and fighting with the chain, choking, and pulling so hard his doggy-neck would bleed. But right now he had his tail between his legs and he was crying for help. His cries had never been answered, so why would he think that today was any different.

Alan felt Cat's arm squeeze his but he didn't react at all, heck he might of flinched a little. He didn't look up, he kept his eyes and face down, hoping he could just blend into the wallpaper. But he wasn't stupid, he knew that wouldn't happen. He couldn't blend in, it wasn't Alan. When Cat looked at his wrist he pulled away, he literally moved his arm away from hers, his cuff going back and covering the mark. He looked over at her with a look that clearly told her to keep her mouth shut. King Yvan sat down at a table that had a little place card that said 'Switzerland' and then something else in Swiss-German. Alan pulled out cat's chair for her and then sat down himself. King Yvan placed a strong hand on Alan's shoulder and the boy flinched only slightly, it was barely noticeable. King Yvan smiled, " I'm very pleased at Italy's progress, I'm happy that Italy and Switzerland can be bonded, you're marrying into a good bloodline Miss De Luca. The Swiss have been economical tycoons for centuries." It was true, Switzerland has been one of the wealthiest countries since the royal families formed. Only behind America and Britain, Switzerland has the best economy and is generally stable with it's money. Which is why when Italy's downfall occurred, the Committee looked to the Swiss to financially support Italy and it's economy until things get settled out. Cat and Alan's marriage would only strengthen the bond.

Alan felt his fathers grip tighten on his shoulder and he tried to hide that it hurt. But soon King Yvan let go and looked at his son, " I heard you had good news... you know that rumor-mill runs 24/7..." God, it's like he already knew.

[Catarina Aurora De Luca]

If there was one thing about Catarina De Luca, it was her ability to pretend. Being a princess had helped that fact as well. Cat knew that she couldn't do anything to help her Amante here. There were too many people, and it would look bad if the princess of Italy jumped across the table and tried to tear her benefactors throat out.... They would all say that the Italians were crazy and should take care of themselves... She couldn't take Liam's freedom from him... He had already apologized to Cat, since she was now in the position of having to marry someone who did not love her purely because it would keep Switzerland funding Italy's reconstruction. The system was corrupt, but it was the one they lived in.

Cat smiled politely at the King. She felt like he was rubbing it in that her country hadn't had enough money on it's own to fix it's own mess. "Of course. I am honored at the chance to join such an important bloodline. My parents admired your country and would be very happy that I am joining your family." Cat said... She wasn't lying either. Other then the Americans and the British, the Swiss had a growing economy that rivaled anyone else. So when the Committee had gone looking for someone to engage Cat too, they looked immediately to Alan, mostly because he was her age.... Cat kept sneaking glances at her fiancee. He was being very quiet, which she understood, but he wasn't even trying to reach out to her... Cat didn't know how to handle this situation...

When King Yvan placed a hand on Alan's shoulder she flinched a bit. She didn't want that man touching her Amante. She wished that she could sit between them and stop this. She was itching to tear that hand off of her Amante.... Cat had been almost glaring at his hand, until she heard his next words. With a shock she looked at Alan and then back to the King. "Rumors, your majesty?" She said with a very convincing laugh. "What kind of rumors could be circling about the two of us?" Cat asked with some genuine curiosity. He couldn't have heard about the baby could he? Cat knew that Alan didn't want his dad to know yet...