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The great country of Romania is usually very busy, so many people in the palaces working their butts off, it can be stressful. Really stressful, especially when you’re James Buchanan Barnes. His mom was always pushing him to be the best prince he can, and he tried! His dad wanted him in the eye of the people, so he was! But he was so tired. When he wasn’t doing something for the country, he played with his Nintendo switch or had the tailor make him ballgowns. He also enjoyed Disney movies. The classics were his favorite. Bucky would relate to them in many ways, actually. There was always a struggle with being a princess, just like a prince. Sometimes, Bucky wishes he could be a princess. Most guys don’t want to save a prince. Face it, a gay prince movie? Why would disney want that? Why would anyone want a gay prince? That’s why bucky always had to hide his feelings. When bucky really couldn’t take the palace, he’d drive all night to the seaside to just look at the ocean at night. God, was it beautiful. Bucky felt extremely pressured tonight, so he went down to the parking garage beneath the castle, and hopped into a silver car. Bucky loved how the colors of silver and gold shone at night. He didn’t like his gold car, it was too showy. Silver is the perfect color, it’s simple and elegant. Bucky wishes he were like that. He sighed, put the key in and backed out of the garage. He drove past the gardens of the palace, the servants apartments and the sports areas. Then came the palace gates. He couldn’t go there, no. He had to go through the secret tunnel his grandmother used to sneak to and from the palace to see her lover, a beautiful peasant. Bucky thought it was cheesy, yes. But he also thought it was so romantic, he was “inspired” by her. Bucky turned on the radio once he was out of the tunnel and listened to some chill tunes. He passed the main town and merged into the highway, on his way to the shore. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. It started to rain. Uh oh. Bucky huffed, And sped through the empty road, he was almost at the beach now.
Steve woke up to an awful fright. People running out of their homes in the storm to figure out what all the commotion was. Steve’s mother and siblings all ran out of the house before Steve. People were screaming and shouting over the thunder. Steve put on his London sweatshirt and ran outside as well. A beautiful car, as silver as the moon was wrecked on the side of the road. “What’s going on?” “They are trying to fish the boy out!” His mother yelled. Steve pushed past the people and to the wreckage. “GET HIM OUT! THE CARS GONNA BLOW!” Steve screamed. He held the car up with his back and brought the boy out. He took out the boys bag, it might be important, and carried him out on his shoulders. The crowd cheered. “Mama, I’m bringing him inside!” Steve said. “What? Ok!” Steve laid him on the couch and put a candle on, as the lights blew out from the storm. “Anya, go through his bag for me please?!” “On it!” Steve ran to get a washcloth for his wounds. “He’s breathing, thank god.” His sister, Mary told him. Steve examined his face. He was gorgeous. He thinks he may have seen him on tv as well, he looked familiar. “His phone’s ok.” Anya said. “Does he have any messages?” Steve said, not looking away from the boys face. “Yes. One is from ‘dear brother’ it says, ‘so I did a thing…’ and there’s another from ‘Wanda’ that says, ‘loki cut my hair, I want you to see!’ And another! ‘Where are you? You’re not in anywhere usual in the castle.’ Steve, I think this is Prince James!” Steve looked at him again. “Yep. It is.”
Bucky’s eyes opened for a moment. His eyes met with icy blue ones. “W-what?”
“Shh. Prince James! You were in a car accident. You’ll be ok. You need rest. “O-okay. But can I please have a plum, handsome?” Steve blushed. His sisters giggled. “Of course your highness! Sonya! Get Prince James a plum, please!” “Sure ok” she said walking over to wash a plum. “Here, sir.” Sonya yawned. “Thanks, doll.” Bucky said and he took a bite out of his plum. “Water, please?”
“Could you get him a bottle?” Steve smiled at Anya. “Okay, Stevie!” Bucky looked up and smiled. “Stevie?” He laughed. “Um. Yes. A name my silly sisters use for me. I am Steve Rogers.” Steve stuttered. “Is it ok to call you Stevie?” Bucky looked up. “Yes of course!” He smiled, mentally reminding himself to murder Anya later. She handed him the water and smiled. “Thank you, miss.” He sipped on the water and handed it to Steve. “Is it alright if I don’t finish, Stevie?” He said. “Of course, sir. Should I take you to a clean bed?” Steve couldn’t stop smiling, and neither could bucky. They both thought that the other was gorgeous. The boys had fallen in love. Steve picked bucky off the couch. “I’m sorry if this hurts.” Steve huffed. “You’re strong, Stevie!” Bucky laughed. “Thank you, your majesty.” Steve laughed, carrying Bucky up the stairs. “If I can call you Stevie, then you may call me Bucky.” “Alright, Bucky! Here’s the room!” Steve entered the room with rainbows on the walls and flowers with vines on the ceiling. A beautiful painting of the sky at night text to two watercolors of sunrises faces the front of the room. “You did this, Stevie?” Bucky looked around the room. This was beyond many things in the palace. “You’re magnificent!” He smiled brightly. “Thank you so much, Bucky! I like painting, it helps with my anxiety.” Steve said as he laid Bucky down. “Are you, you know-“ he stuttered. “Gay? Yes. If you have a problem with that, prince or not I-“ “woah! It’s ok, Stevie! I'm gay, too!” Steve’s eyes shot up. “I, uh-“ steve was absolutely shocked. Prince James was gay! He probably had a boyfriend, though. He was a prince. What else was Steve to expect. “Would you like your phone? You got a few messages. But you should get some sleep. We’ll send for someone to collect you in the morning.” “Yes, that would be nice Stevie. Are you going to be sleeping on the couch?” Bucky said, he didn’t want Steve on the floor. “Um actually, my dog, Alice. She sleeps on the couch… I’ll just get a fluffy blanket and a pillow and just sleep on the floor in my sisters’ room.” Steve said, getting up. “Let me get you some blankets. You’ll be more comfortable. The rain makes this room cold and icky.” Steve went to the closet, got out spare blankets and pillows, and brought them to Bucky. “Lift your head, please.” Steve put the pillows beneath Bucky. Admiring his face. He put the blankets over his chiseled body, tucked them in tight and stood up. “Would you like anything else?” Steve said, opening the door. “N-no I’m ok. Thank you so much for everything, Stevie.” Bucky smiled, looking up. “No problem. Sleep well, your highness.” Steve said, getting one last glance at the prince, closing the door. Steve sank against the door, smiling like a fool. He walked into the girls’ room. “Did you kiss him??” Sonya laughed. “N-no! He’s straight, you guys!” Steve said, lying down. “Not my problem.” Anya smiled. “Go to sleep now, Stevie.” Mary sighed, tucking into the sheets. “I’m okay, who wants to play an old English movie?” Steve sighed. “I do!” The girls shot up, Anya put the dvd in the box and the siblings gathered around the small tv screen.
Bucky struggles to sit up, he woke with a panic. Bucky was still in pain from yesterday. The morning glow lit up the room from Steve’s skylight. Bucky threw himself up, groaning in pain. Bucky opened the door, limping down the stairs. Steve was singing along to a song, making some food. “Morning, Stevie!” Bucky beamed. “Morning, Buck. Did you sleep well?” “Yeah, I did actually! Thank you so much for letting me use your bed, Stevie!” “It was my pleasure, your majesty. My mother, Sarah just called for somebody to retrieve you. They should be here soon. In the meantime, I made you breakfast.” Steve handed him a plate. “Thank you so much!” Bucky said, savouring each bite. “It’s absolutely divine. Thank you, Stevie” Bucky smiled, handing Steve his empty plate. “I’m so glad you liked it!” Steve never really liked talking fancy, neither did Bucky. But he was a prince, and he has an image to sustain. Then, the doorbell rang. Steve’s mother ran down the stairs. “It’s nice to meet you, your majesty.” She said, zooming past Steve and Bucky. She opened the door. “Hello, I am Prince Loki, and this is my sister, Wanda.” Wanda waved. “Good morning your majesty’s my name is Sarah. Your brother is right inside.” She smiled, making way for them. “Thank you so much for taking care of my brother.” Wanda smiled, nudging Bucky. “James! Father and mother were so worried! We’re so glad you’re alive!” Loki said, giving Bucky a hug. “I’ll take your bag.” Wanda offered, picking Bucky’s bag up. Steve sisters came down the stairs. All of them were swooning over Wanda. “We must be going now. Our father, the king must be worrying. Thank you so much. Have a very good day.” Loki smiled helping Bucky up. “One minute, thank you so very much Stevie. I really appreciated the help. I will see to it you are greatly rewarded for your kind actions. Thank you.” Bucky smiled warmly, giving him a hug. Steve blushed intensely. “We’ll Be going now. Thank you everyone for your hospitality. Have a good day.” Bucky said, limping out with his siblings. They all got into Wanda’s ruby red car, and vanished.
“Dad’s gonna kill you when you get back.” Wanda said, her eyes on the road “Yeah? Not if I kill myself first.” The rest of the ride was quiet until Loki spoke up. “I hate being royal. I hate the secrets we keep. I hate talking fancy.” He groaned. “But at least we have a place to eat, people who love us, and a roof over our heads.” Bucky said. “One day, we’re sneaking out. Maybe we can go to America? No that’s too far. Italy? No, that’s hard to get Into.” Wanda started. “London! Just for a week” Bucky beamed. “Only if we stop in Paris for a day.” Loki looked to Bucky. “It’s a plan!” Wanda said, taking the exit to the town. “I wanna see that boy again. He was so great.” Bucky sighed, looking out the window. “I assure you brother, you will soon.” Loki smiled at him. “I know you’re in love with him. I know everything.” Wanda looked back at Bucky who choked on air. “Y-you do?!” Bucky said. “A sister always knows.” The Gates opened for the car, and waiting at the main entrance of the palace was none other than the king and queen of Romania. “Oh crap.” Bucky huffed. They got out of the car and gave it to a servant to park. Buckys brother and sister helped him up the stairs. “James-“ his mother started. “I’m sorry Mom, I was just stressed and I wanted to see the ocean. It makes me feel better.” Bucky said, looking to the ground. “We forgive you my son. Remember, there’s an important ball coming up for you and your siblings honor. You must plan for that.” Buckys father said sweetly. “There’s a medic inside for you, James. Rest for a while. Feel better.” His mother smiled. “Thanks, Mom.” Bucky said, walking inside. “My boy, I’ll see you in your quarters when you’re ready.” The medic told Bucky. “Now is fine, sir.” Bucky said, pressing the button on the elevator. The doctor finished examining Bucky, and his parents walked in. “He should be fine your majesties. Have a good day.” The medic said and left the room. “Feel better Bucky.” His Mom smiled. “Have some sleep kiddo. When you wake up, your car will be replaced.” His father said, turning off the light. “Before you go! This boy, he saved my life, Steve Rogers. I want you to give him a big reward for what he did. Please” Bucky said. “Of course, son! Sweet dreams” His mother said and closed the door.