I promised and I deliver! Frozen, with a Hetalia twist. Who's pumped?

Here are the characters so far: Italy- Anna, Romano- Elsa, Germany- Kristoff, ?- Hans, Prussia- Sven. I would love to hear your suggestions for Olaf and your guesses for who Hans is.

Pairings: Germany/Italy, Spain/Romano, and more as the story progresses

Enjoy!

Once upon a time, there lived two princes.

The youngest was a sweet and happy child who loved his family very much. He longed to see the world and perhaps find the perfect pot of pasta. His name was Feliciano Vargas.

The older was Lovino Vargas, and he was cursed.

He could hold a flame in the palm of his hand, conjured from pure will. His mother would always joke the eternal fire was born from his fiery temper. His father would always warn him to be careful with his powers.

The kingdom of the two princes was known as Regno del fuoco. The climate quite suited the fair skinned brothers, as it was hot almost year round. One season of the year, however, did not agree with their tastes, and left Feliciano huddled under the covers, wishing for the end of winter.

Sometimes it would simply become too cold and the little prince could not sleep. Unable to escape the chill, he would cry. Roused out of his slumber, Lovino tried to muffle the noise. But after waiting for the tears to subside (they never did), he would sigh and stumble out of his own warm bed and into his brother's. The little prince would cling to his brother, glad to have the extra heat.

Now one winter, when the princes were four and seven respectively, the youngest decided he needed to play outside.

"Lovi, Lovi… wake up!" Feliciano appeared off the side of his brother's bed, his large brown eyes staring intently at his brother's sleeping form; yet, he didn't stir.

Feliciano switched tactics. He hefted his tiny legs up onto the sheets and began to shake his brother back and forth. "Lovi, Loviii..."

Lovino's eyes fluttered open. "Go back to sleep, Felici…" He cut himself off with a yawn

The little prince refused to take no for an answer. He flopped on Lovino's back, pressing a hand to his head for dramatic effect. "The sky's awake, so I'm awake, so we have to play!"

"Go play by yourself" And with that, Lovino pushed Feliciano off him and onto the floor.

Never one to be deterred, Feliciano popped back up like an unwanted weasel. "We can go to the garden..." He coaxed.

Lovino cracked open an eye and Feliciano knew he had won.

Outside the wind howled and snow began to fall in tufts. But if Feliciano stuck by Lovino's side, he was never cold. Together they trekked through the winter in their snow boots and too light jackets, intent on getting to the small garden that the royal family had planted in the spring.

The little haven was Lovino's favorite place in the world, though he would never admit it. It was Feliciano's too, and he eagerly took every chance to watch the flowers grow and enjoy the sunlight. But as they arrived in the dead of the night on the coldest day of the year, their little garden was buried in the snow.

Feliciano tugged insistently on his brother's hand. "Do the magic! Do the magic!"

Snow blew in Lovino's eyes and his hands started to numb over, but he refused to give in. With a huff, he stamped his foot on the frozen ground and forced the cold melt away. Instantly the garden sprung with green. The snow stopped falling and instead became light rain. He released so much energy that even the creek melted and the flowers came to life.

As a final touch, Lovino conjured up a ball of fire that sat high over their heads and illuminated the whole garden. It slowly got brighter and brighter, warming their faces.

"Wow" Feliciano gasped, enchanted as his dream came to life. In their little bubble, there was no more winter. It was like standing in the opposite of a snowglobe.

"Watch this!" Lovino said excitedly, looking for a familiar vine. When he found one buried under all the newborn flowers, he grasped it with two hands. "Tomatoes" He explained as the red fruits suddenly grew.

Feliciano grabbed one from the vine, munching it happily. He gave Lovino a red smile and he couldn't help but grin back. Together, they played for hours, doing as many spring-time activities as time would allow. They played tag, and hide and go seek. They climbed trees, and ate as many tomatoes as they could.

Eventually, the ball of fire that gave light started to become too bright. Feliciano was forced to squint.

"Make it darker, Lovi" Feliciano asked, rubbing his eyes. "It hurts"

Lovino frowned. He could tell it was too much, but it didn't bother him. He raised a hand to try and wave away the light. It didn't work.

"Loviii" Feliciano whinnied

"I'm trying!" Lovino snapped. "Listen to me, you stupid fire. No more!"

With a sudden swell, the ball of fire became larger and more violent. Plants began to wither and die, and exposed skin began to blister burn. "Ah!" Feliciano screamed, feeling his skin heat up. "Lovino, please!"

Lovino closed his eyes, trying to contain the flames. Why wasn't it working? He was the one to conjure it- he should be able to control it! "Stop!" He screamed.

BANG- there was a loud pop, and the fire exploded, raining down on them both. Lovino raised his arms to protect himself, blinded for a split second. The flame didn't hurt him, but singed his clothes and set the small garden around him alight.

Just as quick as it started, it was over. No longer was there light in the sky, illuminating the night. Instead, the vines and flowers Lovino had brought to life burned to cinders. The tomato plant blackened and charred.

Lovino sat up, horrified of the destruction he had caused. His favorite place- reduced to nothing! What would his parents say; what would Feliciano think? Fear struck him as a nagging realization crept into his mind. "Feli?"

There was no response.

"Feli-" Lovino cut off with a gasp. "Oh my god, Feliciano!"

The little prince was huddled into himself, unconscious. "Feli, Feli, wake up!" Lovino shook his brother, but recoiled with a silent scream as he turned over. Feliciano's skin was raw and red, even blistered in some places. But that wasn't the worst part. There was a dark burn mark directly over his eyes.

Lovino couldn't take it anymore. "Mama! Mama, Papa! Help!"

He stayed like that, keeping his arms wrapped tight around his brother as if he could protect him from the wounds he inflicted. Around him the ground began to scorch and burn. After seemingly hours of screaming for help, a lantern light appeared along to path. It was one of the castle guards, the king and queen in tow.

"What happened?" His father demanded as soon as they came close enough. "What are you doing out here in the snow? Where is- Feliciano!"

"I didn't mean to!" Lovino sobbed, holding Feliciano closer. "We were playing and I couldn't control it-"

"He's burning up" The queen interrupted. She unraveled Lovino's arms to hold Feliciano herself. "We need a doctor, or a healer!"

King Romulus shook his head. "This was magic inflicted. We need a special cure"

It was mere moments later that they were racing toward the mountains on horseback. Lovino clung to his father, shaking and praying. It wasn't long before they had arrived in a great clearing, surrounded by rocks.

King Romulus jumped off his high horse and gathered his small family close. "Troll king, show yourself!"

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then all at once, each rock began to move and shake. One by one, the trolls emerged. Whispering broke out in the crowd. "It's the king… and his children… what happened to the youngest? Get Germania…"

The crowd parted as an older troll, aged from years of wisdom, made his way through the crowd. He set his weary gaze on the king. "Romulus. To what do I owe this visit?"

"Feliciano's been hurt. The children were playing in the garden, but Lovino-"

"I didn't mean to!" A trembling Lovino shouted, drawing all eyes on him. "There was fire, and I tried to stop it, but I couldn't-"

Germania took the boys hands. "Born with the powers or cursed?"

"Born" Romulus and the queen answered together. Lovino looked at his parents, then to Feliciano in his mother's arms.

Germania followed his gaze. "Let me see the child."

Feliciano was lowered to the ground, and the wise troll immediately ushered everyone away. He inspected the burn over his eyes. He knew that it would leave a scar, but that was the least of their worries. "Lassen Sie den Zauber verschwunden sein." Germania chanted. "Ich euch!"

The blisters on Feliciano's body faded away, and his skin returned to its pale complexion. No long was the burn angry and red. A small smile found its way to his lips.

"The boy will be alright." Germania announced much to the relief of the royal family. "But I fear I had to remove all traces of magic."

"Magic?" Lovino asked. "He won't remember I have powers?"

Germania gave a stern nod. "It was for the best. Your powers… they are born from great bouts of energy and emotion. Left uncontrolled, they can become your worst enemy"

"But I-"

Lovino was drawn back by King Romulus, a frown on his lips. "I will make sure Lovino knows his place. Nothing like this will happen again."

Germania nodded. "See to it"

As the family turned to go, they passed a curious pair of boys watching from the sidelines.

The smallest, a young boy with blond hair, found himself enchanted looking at the youngest prince. His brother was frowning curiously at the troll king.

Germania had almost transformed when he sensed their presence. Children. Always so curious. "Young boys, come show yourselves."

Reluctantly, the youngest slowly climbed down from his hiding spot. His brother followed.

"Eavesdropping is not the way proper children should behave" Germania scolded. "Return to your families at once"

The oldest boy scowled at the troll. "We ain't got no family, rockman." He brushed the silver hair back from his eyes and puffed out his chest. "I watch out for little Ludwig here."

Germania raised an eyebrow. "I see"

"Please, Mr." Ludwig spoke up from behind his brother. "I'm hungry"

Gilbert's insistent hushing did nothing to deter Germania. "No family, no food. That settles it. I'm going to keep you"

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Far away in the castle, Lovino watched the snow fall. Behind him the door to his outside world was closed, his father shaking his head. "This is for the best"

He shuddered, feeling the cold seep into his bones for the first time as tears began to fall freely.