FAFF: So me and my Sister-From-Another-Mister xXxSilverMoonxXx decided to collaborate on a collection of Fairy Tale Hetalia stories. And they WILL have pairings. HOW THE FLUFF SHALL FALL.

I do not own Hetalia and sadly, never will.

Warnings include the following: Human names, Genderbending, Foul-language, and Suggestiveness.

America, Seychelles, Prussia, and England were played by moi.

Canada, France, and Germany were played by Silver Moon.

Please excuse my OOC, I've never cosplayed anyone but Canada before.

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Once upon a time, in a rather fanciful mansion in Paris, there lived a man who had a daughter named Madeline. She looked very much like him and he doted on her every whim and quiet request. However as the time past, he was determined she have playmates to get along with, (as he often liked to go to dinner parties and other such frivolous things) and so he adopted two more children, a boy and a girl. At first they seemed to get along well...but as time past, Madeline's two new siblings, Alfred and Sey started to take advantage of their father Francis' outings and go with their own friends, leaving Madeline behind to finish the work at the house...

A loud banging issued from the other side of Madeline's door. "Hey! Hey! It's time to wake up! You were supposed to make breakfast this morning, and HEROES don't wait for anyone!" Alfred was desperately trying to get his sister up and out of bed, munching on a McDonald's Egg McMuffin as he spoke. After all, Maddie made the best pancakes ever! So she should be the one to make breakfast right? After all, Francis wasn't there, (he was off visiting some place in England), and neither he nor Seychelles could cook. "C'MOOON! I'm starved!"

Madeline Williams was having a nice peaceful dream, where she was out in the garden relax with her pet dog...yes he was a dog, not a bear. Point is everything was nice and relaxed...until he dog looked up at her and started shooting about being hungry and heroes and...

The blond girl rubbed at her eyes, sitting up and throwing a glare at the door that her brother was standing behind. Why was he so loud, every single morning? Did he not appreciate that some people liked to sleep in?

Still, as much as she'd have liked to tell him to bug off and make his own breakfast, she didn't. Instead, she stood up and pulled on a sweat shirt and her glasses, before heading to her door. Yawning, she opened it, staring up at the much taller blond boy that people thought was her twin.

"Good Mor-" She cut off, yawning, before continuing. "-Ning, Al..." She said, waiting for him to back up so she could leave her room and head for the kitchen. "Do you want pancakes again?" Her violet eyes noticed the food in his hand and she forced herself not to roll her eyes. He already had food, why did she have to get up and make him something?

Of course, their little sister Seychelles would argue that. 'Chelle was probably whining about not having food. The younger girl couldn't cook, and hated McDonald's...so she'd have to cook for her.

Not that it matter, by now the petite teen was craving pancakes herself. It wasn't that hard to make some extras...she just wished her siblings would learn how to say please. Was it that hard to at least pretend they had manners? Soon Seychelles would leave with Lilli, and Al would hurry off to find Kiku or maybe Arthur, leaving Maddie to do the chores before their Papa got home.

Alfred laughed obnoxiously, putting his arm on Madeline's head nonchalantly. "Of course! You make the best pancakes in the world!" He shot her a sincere grin behind his glasses. The elder blonde usually meant well, he was just...busy with other things! That was it! After all, HEROS always had to be around to save the day! Like...protecting Maddie from creepy communists who would try to hang around her! ((coughRussiacoughhackCubacough).

Laughing, he suddenly ran his knuckles across her head in a noogie, putting her in a chokehold to keep her from squirming. "Hey, and don't forget about my laundry! You lost the bet, so YOU have to do it!" Of course, it wasn't far that he had challenged her to a game of baseball but still, SHE had said he could pick the game...and he did!

Chuckling, he finally let her go and slid down the banister of the stairwell, to get first dibs of the TV.