Yes, this is a fairy fic. But seriously, picture some of the Nations as fairies. THEY'RE FREAKING ADORABLE. Thanks to my bestie for pushing me to do this.

Disclaimer: I'm not the genius who came up with the idea of personifying all the countries.

Enjoys!

I woke up from my most recurring (and favorite) dream. I was flying, honest-to-God flying. Now, around here, that's normal.

For me? Let's just say: never going to happen.

I sat up. My one wing (the left one) fluttered gently from the small movement. I rubbed my head, trying to remember. Something was special about today. Suddenly, it hit me. The king has an announcement to make.

I crawled out of bed and looked out the window of my small cottage. The sun was beginning to rise, turning the sky a light orange color. The other twelve residents were starting to get up, from the Nobles to me, the Outcast.

You see, having one wing makes you different around here. You don't quite fit in. You could be as rich as the king, but have one difference and you're shunned.

That's me. Arthur Kirkland, the one-winged Outcast.

~~~xxx~~~

As I walked to the town square, I spotted all the other residents- Matthew, Gilbert, Ivan, Feli, Ludwig, Antonio, Lovi, Kiku, Wang, but not Francis for some reason. They all turned away when I walked by, which, (I hate to admit) I'm used to. At first, it was hard being an outcast. All the stares and whispers at my one wing. When that would happen, my wings would change from its original emerald green to a light pink

Fairy wing's colors were changed by mood, light pink being embarrassed- one of my usual colors, along with lime green, being envy. Seeing all the other fairies with two wings, flying, falling in love, knowing I could never be one of them.

Right now, as I marveled at my fellow fairies, I saw Antonio flick his wrist and a dozen tomato vines grow out of the once-empty earth. Feli was showing off his pasta-summoning skills to Ludwig. And Matthew was walking around, turning invisible.

Along with out wing-changing abilities, each of us has a special ability or talent. Mine? Well, I'm a major klutz. I don't know how it's an 'ability' or 'talent', but I've got it.

Sometimes, I wonder if I'm actually truly a fairy.

~~~xxx~~~

When all the fairies were assembled at the square, (with a ten-foot radius around me) King stepped out, Princes Alfred, Feli, and Lovi right behind him. (A/N: Yes, Alfie's a prince. And if you didn't know, the king is Grandpa Rome.)

King spread out his arms in welcome. "Hello there, my dear, dear citizens. I have gathered you all for a very special announcement." He turned around and gesturedbehind him. To my surprise, that frog Francis stepped out onto the balcony, his face smug. King, however, didn't see. "From this moment on, Alfred and Francis are engaged too be married!"

Alfred and Francis' wings turned a deep red-love. As the citizens cheered (and their wings turned light blue for happiness) I turned away from the crowd. I couldn't take the emotions running through my mind- angry, sad, jealousy…

…But mostly jealousy.

~~~xxx~~~

When everyone cleared out of the square, I was about to turn and walk home when I tripped on a rock. I was about to fall flat on my face when a hand caught me.

And that hand belonged to Alfred.

He smiled. "You okay?"

I nodded. "Thank you, Prince."

"Call me Alfred."

I smiled, too. But it quickly turned into a frown. "Prince-."

"Alfred," he corrected.

"Alfred. You can't be seen talking to me. I-I'm an outcast," I confessed, flapping my one wing.

He shrugged, as if it was an insignificant detail. "You've got one wing. And your other powers, like your wing changing colors, right?"

I nodded. Unsure, he dropped his foot onto mine.

"GIT!" I yelled, hopping up and down on one foot. My wings changed to angry gray.

"Okay. I believe you."

I glared at him, but it didn't last long. It was really hard to glare under the hypnotic stare of his deep blue eyes.

"By the way, congratulations on your engagement," I said, my wings turning pink.

Alfred's also turned pink. "Thanks. Y'know, I wasn't really expecting it either."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It was an arranged engagement."

"Oh." Hoping to change the subject, I said, "So you don't hate me? For this?" I flapped my wing.

Alfred laughed. "I don't prejudge. Everyone else does."

I smiled. "Thanks. It means a lot. Well, I've got to go. See you around." I walked over, tripped again on a rock, but this time, America's hand doesn't catch me.

No. His lips do.

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