A/N: Hey guys! So, this came on request from Spagna Conquistador, and they wanted a Princess and the Frog AU for FrUK. Well... here it is! Hope all of you enjoy it!
Please note: This mostly draws from the Disney version. However, it DOES take some elements from the Brother's Grimm. Also, there will be no songs, and the script was heavily changed to avoid copyright infringement. (Also because I didn't like certain parts of the original movie, but... Oh well.)
And, here's the cast list!
Princess (Tiana): England
Prince (Naveen): France
The Alligator (Louis): Prussia
The Firefly (Ray): Spain
Doctor Facilier: Russia
Charlotte: Italy
Mama Odie: China
Lawrence: Germany
Charlotte's Father: Old Rome
Tiana's Mother: Austria
Tiana's Father (mentioned): Switzerland
Charlotte's Dog: Romano
Mamo Odie's Snake (Juju): Canada
So, that's about it... On with the story!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers in any way, shape, or form. Nor do I own any iteration of the Princess and the Frog story. All rights go to the original creators. On with the show!
"The frog looked up at the beautiful princess with pleading eyes and said, 'Oh princess, only your kiss can break this horrid curse.' The lovely princess was so moved by the prince's plea that she leaned down and kissed the frog. In a flash of sparkling light, the frog was transformed into a handsome prince. The prince and the princess married, and they all lived happily ever after. The end."
"Yay! Read it again, read it again!" Feli cried, bouncing up and down on the bed. Roederich laughed and ruffled Feli's hair.
"It's getting late, darling. Go to bed. We can read it again tomorrow," Roederich said, smiling down at Feli and Arthur. Feli pouted a little but complied with Roederich's request, flopping back down onto the bed and burrowing under the covers.
"Oh, wasn't that story so romantic, Arthur? I'd love to be that princess! One day, I'm going to find my own prince, and we'll live happily ever after! Won't that be wonderful?" Feli sighed. Arthur scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"What's romantic about kissing a frog, Feli? You're more likely to get sick than you are to find a prince. Plus, frogs are disgusting!" Arthur proclaimed. Feli pouted.
"So? If that frog is really a prince, then I'll kiss him and set him free!" Feli exclaimed, flailing his arms and accidentally hitting Arthur. Arthur sputtered and moved to the other side of the bed while Roederich just laughed at the two boys' antics.
"Frogs are gross! Even if that frog is a prince, I'm never going to kiss him! Ever!" Arthur cried. Roederich sighed and ruffled Arthur's hair as well.
"Arthur, some day, you are going to find someone you love, and I promise you, you will think differently. Now, go to sleep, honey. It's late," Roederich said. Arthur rolled his eyes but burrowed under the blankets anyway. Roederich leaned over and kissed his forehead. "Guten Nacht, liebling."
"Sweet dreams, Father," Arthur murmured back. Roederich gave a low chuckle before exiting the room, closing the door behind him.
"Hey, Feli?" Arthur asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Hm?" Feli murmured back sleepily.
"Do you really believe there's someone out there for everyone?" Arthur whispered.
"Of course, Arthur. Now, I'm sleepy. See you in the morning."
"Night, Feli. Sweet dreams." And with that, Arthur fell asleep, dreaming of frogs turning into handsome princes.
"Arthur! Do you have any macarons left?" Alfred cheerily called, bouncing into the restaurant where Arthur worked. Arthur rolled his eyes at the American's antics.
"Yes, Alfred, I have plenty of macarons left. I'm assuming Kiku has a craving for them," Arthur drawled. Alfred just laughed and pulled money out of his wallet.
"Don't you know it, Artie. Don't you know it. And I can't disappoint, now can I?"
Arthur rolled his eyes again. "You and your romance. I'm glad I've never gotten involved."
"Aw, Artie, one of these days, you're gonna find that special someone, and then you'll think differently," Alfred sighed. Arthur snorted in disbelief and handed Alfred his macarons.
"Go give someone else your lectures on love. I'm actually working."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I know. You're always working, you're too busy to go out. Just relax once in a while, yeah?" Alfred shot back, although Arthur caught a little glimmer of worry in his eyes. Just as Arthur was going to comment on it, Feli burst into the shop, bouncing excitedly.
"Arthur! I need a favour!" Feli squealed. Alfred laughed and left Arthur alone with a hyperactive Italian.
"Yes? What is it, Feli?" Arthur asked, starting to scrub the counters. They didn't really need to be cleaned, but the familiar motion soothed Arthur.
"So, you know how my father is hosting this big masquerade party in a few nights?" Feli started. Arthur nodded, motioning for Feli to continue. "So, we need someone to make a bunch of desserts. Would you mind making croquembouche and beignets for the ball? We have a very important royal coming to visit, and Father wants to go all out in his honour. We're going to pay you a lot as well, as compensation for your work."
Arthur's breath caught in his chest. "How much are we talking?"
"Pastries? Enough for a hundred people. Money? Well... enough to open your own restaurant," Feli answered, smiling. Arthur's childhood best friend knew all about Arthur's dream of owning his own restaurant. This seemed too good to be true.
"Tell your father it's a deal. Um, so... do I have to come in costume as well?" Arthur stammered, blushing a little. He was too poor to afford a nice costume, and he really wanted to avoid humiliation.
"Oh, don't worry about it! I've got you one. You'll just change when you come," Feli grinned. Arthur smiled back. Even though this seemed too good to be true, this was one of the happiest moments of his life. He came out from behind the counter and grabbed Feli into a tight hug.
"Thank you," he whispered, trying to hold back tears.
"You're welcome, Arthur. Glad I could help." Feli hugged him back, and Arthur's grin widened. In this perfect, wonderful moment, nothing could ever bring him down. Nothing.
"Francis! This is the address," Ludwig called. Prince Francis inhaled through his nose and exhaled before spinning around to face the building that would change his fortunes.
"Well then! Let's enter, shall we?" he chirped, strolling to the doors. He could feel Ludwig rolling his eyes behind him, but the tall German followed him anyway.
"Hello?" Francis called out once they were inside. A cold draft answered, and Francis shivered. It was the middle of summer; there shouldn't be a cold draft.
"Hello, foolish prince. You came," a creepy voice drawled from the shadows. Francis and Ludwig both jumped and spun around, facing back to back as they tried to find the owner of the voice.
"Show yourself!" Ludwig demanded. The voice chuckled and began muttering in a foreign language. The room began to spin, and the last thing Francis registered before blacking out was Ludwig's shouts.
Francis groaned as he regained consciousness. He tried to push himself up before he fell back down. His arms felt... really weird. He cracked open his eyes and saw... frog legs. In the place of his arms. Panicking, Francis crawled over to a mirror. A frog gazed back at him, and Francis almost passed out from shock. He... was... a... frog. He. Was. A. Frog. A FROG?! How had this happened?!
He was about to start hyperventilating when the creepy voice from earlier spoke up. "Now, Mr. Beilschmidt, if you do what I say, your precious prince shall remain unharmed, da?"
"B-but... you're asking me to commit murder!" Ludwig shot back. Francis' heart stopped. What was going on?
"One man you don't even know, or your prince. One of them will die, so I suggest you pick which one you want to live," the creepy voice drawled back, silky smooth.
Francis shook his head and started looking for escape routes. Once he was out of the picture, Ludwig could handle himself. Francis just needed to get out.
Ah ha! Francis spied an open window and quietly hopped over, wiggling through. He landed on the ground below with a dull thud, and he quickly hopped away from the building, not wanting to be kidnapped again.
"Now, where can I go to find help...?" Francis murmured. A colourful sign caught his eye, and he hopped over to take a look. A grin spread across his face.
"Ah, a ball. There is sure to be a princess there. They can help!"
With his mind made up, Francis quickly hopped in the direction of the ball, intent on finding a princess to lift this curse.
Arthur sighed from his position in the corner and carefully straightened his costume. Somehow, Feli had thought it was a good idea to make him dress as a prince, so now Arthur was trying to avoid everyone because of his ridiculous costume.
Old Rome, Feli's father, had given him the promised money earlier, as well as telling Arthur he could build his restaurant on the land of one of his old sugar mills. Arthur was absolutely delighted, and he resolved to get right on that... once he could get away from the ball.
He couldn't really leave now, though. Prince Francis had just entered, and it would be incredibly rude to sneak out during his speech. Say what you wanted to about Arthur's prickly personality; he was a gentleman first and foremost.
The speech was lasting a ridiculously long time, and when it was finally over, Arthur told Feli he was going to get some air before stepping out onto the balcony. He breathed in the crisp night air and let out a sigh. He wished his father Vash had been here to see his dreams come true.
"Bonjour, mon cher. How are you this fine evening?" a smooth French-accented voice came from next to Arthur. Arthur turned in the direction of the voice and saw... a frog. Smirking up at him. And talking.
"What the bloody hell?!" Arthur yelped, jumping back in alarm. The frog just grinned and hopped closer, ignoring Arthur's growing blush and stammering.
"Oh? What is a lovely prince like you doing out here alone?" the frog continued. Arthur blinked in shock. What had the frog just said?
"Anyway, as a fellow prince, I need your help. See, I've been cursed to be a frog, and the only way to lift it is to be kissed by a princess. Or, well, another prince works as well. So, could you please do me a favour and kiss me?" the frog asked, shooting puppy dog eyes at Arthur.
Arthur gritted his teeth and swallowed a growl. "No. Why would I kiss you?"
"Because it's the only way to break the curse! Please, mon cher, help me out?" the frog begged. Arthur sighed and debated his options.
Firstly, he could ignore the frog. He was probably going crazy, anyway. Secondly, he could chuck the frog over the ledge and never have to see him again. Or third... he could comply with the frog's ridiculous request and... kiss him.
The frog seemed to sense Arthur's weakness, and edged a bit closer, grinning.
"Mon petite lapin, please. It will only take a moment or two, and then I will repay you handsomely for your troubles. Please."
"Fine! Stop begging, it's unbecoming," Arthur snapped. He gathered his courage and leaned down to the frog.
"Are you ready?" he asked. The frog nodded, and Arthur pressed his lips to the frog's mouth.
A/N: So, that was a beast to write... This story should have 2 or 3 more chapters. BUT THIS IS GETTING PUT ON HOLD! I'm continuing it, but here's what else I have to do:
AP English 11 Summer Project
Birthday fic for friend
Beta Work
So, expect an update in a few weeks (like, 3). I promise, this is getting worked on! Just... slowly...
On that note, I hope you enjoyed this first chapter! Concrit is LOVED, flames are used to grill teriyaki. Until next chapter! ~Neah