Author's Note: Hey everybody SpoonMeister13x8 here! I got the idea for writing this story after watching the movie Tangled (great movie by the way if you haven't seen it!) and I thought it might be cool to do a fairytale kind of thing with my two favorite Hetalia characters. I hope you enjoy it! :D

Chapter One

Alice's POV

I leaned against the balcony railing resting my head on my arms. The cool nighttime breeze fluttered around me as I gazed up at the stars that dotted the sky. The balcony was my thinking spot. Even as a little girl whenever something troubled me I came out here to think it over. But there was just so much on my mind tonight. I had so many problems and I didn't think that standing out on a balcony could fix any of them. I felt like I was being swallowed whole by something, I felt like I was being crushed by a ton of bricks, I felt like I was sinking into a terrible nightmare. A marriage interview, had Father gone mad?

I started to pace back and forth trying to picture myself as someone's bride but I just couldn't. I was only a seventeen year old girl and this wanker that Father wanted me to meet was turning thirty. I let out a heavy sigh; I never wanted any of this. No matter how grand my life was I wished with all my heart I could be a normal girl.

I stopped pacing and looked out over the balcony, the view was breath taking. An enormous town was spread out before me. The architecture of the buildings I saw was nothing as majestic looking as what my own home had, but I still thought it was wonderful to look at. I could faintly see the scattered lamp lights that sat in the windows of the people's homes. They were glowing softly but you still knew that they were there. Once you got past the town you could see rolling green hills and fields for miles back. After the fields ended a mighty mountain range started. That's how far I could see, to the beginnings of the mountains, although I knew that past that there was a lot more. This beautiful sight that I observed every morning before breakfast and every night before I went to sleep was the land of Hetalia and it would all be mine once my Father passed his crown down to me.

My first name is Alice, last name Kirkland and I am the heir to the Hetalian throne. But the thing is I don't want be a queen. Ever since I was a little girl I knew that I would never be happy ruling a country. I deeply despise the idea of having to sit still all day in a throne room and do boring things. I want to have fun, travel the world and go on fantastic adventures. But Father doesn't care about what I want. I have tried so many times to tell him that I didn't desire this kind of life, but he ignores me. By blood you are next in line for the throne and there is nothing that can change that he would always tell me. So basically now he's forcing me to take over the country (the worst job possible for a girl like me) and meet with some strange git who's thirteen years older than I am. Everything was so messed up.

Suddenly I heard a voice calling my name from inside, "Princess Alice!" I wasn't in the mood to see anyone; I was too pissed off about the marriage interview. All I wanted was to be alone on my balcony gazing down below at Hetalia pretending that I had a regular life. I shut my emerald green eyes tight and tried to block out the voice. I heard it again a little louder this time. "Princess Alice Kirkland!" Crap they used my full name. After that I knew that if I kept them waiting too long they would scold me so I quickly looked out over Hetalia one last time before plastering on a fake smile and running inside to my bedroom.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," I apologized sweetly to the maid who had called me. But what I really wanted to say was "Shut the bloody hell up and leave me alone."

"Your Father wishes to speak with you, Princess Alice," she said as she curtseyed. Then she stepped aside revealing my Father who was standing a few feet in back of her.

My father looks just like me except for the fact that he's a guy. We both have the same golden locks and deep green eyes. We're both average height and we've got the same eyebrows, a bit large but still attractive. However, even though we're similar in looks our personalities are completely different. He was patient, focused and refined while I was easily annoyed, spacey and sharp tongued.

"Alice, I want to talk about what happened tonight at dinner," he said to me, you could hear in his voice that he was bracing himself for one of my snarky remarks. My Father is one of the few people who know that I'm not as ladylike as I appear to be. Obviously not wanting the maid who called me in from outside to hear my response he quickly motioned for her to leave the room and she quietly did.

"Oh? You want to talk about that bloody bomb you basically dropped on me?" I sneered ignoring the hurt look he had on his face. "Alice, tomorrow I'm setting you up with a strange man who's over a decade older than you, could you be a dear and pass the peas?" I turned away from him, my arms folded tightly against my chest in aggravation.

"Alice, don't use the word 'bloody' you're a young lady, honestly who taught you such expressions?" he sighed bringing a hand to his head to comb through his hair.

"Books," I lied. It was actually Richard, a gardener who had taught me. I remembered that bright sunny day when I was a little girl. I had been strolling around the castle grounds looking for someone to play with when I had met him. Richard wasn't the only gardener who worked for us because that would be way too much work for one person to do, but anyways we started to talk as he weeded. He told me about how he was working at the palace in order to support his family and I told him about how lonely I was and how I wanted to have a normal life and not have to go to etiquette classes. After that I went to talk to him every day. I would tell him about what it was like being a princess and he told me stories about his hometown in England. I didn't know where England was on the map at the time; all I knew was that it was north of Hetalia. Richard talked all the time with British slang and I picked it up from him, soon after I became my etiquette teacher's worst nightmare.

"I'm sorry about telling you about it like that, Alice," he told me, "I know it's a bit rushed because the interview is tomorrow, but that's the only time Prince Francis could do it."

Prince Francis huh, now I had the twat's name to put with my creepy fantasies of him whisking me away to get married. "But you never even asked me if I wanted to do it!" I cried throwing my hands up in frustration.

"I didn't tell you till this evening because I knew if I had mentioned it sooner you would refuse to go," he explained calmly.

"I'm still refusing to go," I declared, tossing a piece my hair over my shoulders.

"I'm sorry but Prince Francis is already in Hetalia, in fact he is in the castle right now. He has been given one of the guest rooms to stay in. He didn't come to dinner tonight though; he had supper in his room because I didn't tell you about him yet and I didn't want to upset you."

"Oh, I'm a little more than upset!" I hollered. "Blimey, Father, he's bloody thirty!" Tears had started to form in my eyes, but refused to let them out. I wouldn't show weakness to my Father. I wouldn't show him that I was terrified of the idea of being someone's wife. "Why are you doing this to me? I don't want to get married; I'm bloody seventeen years old!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, I didn't care if anyone heard me.

"Alice," my Father boomed, he was starting to get mad with me. "Every queen needs to have a husband or else they cannot rule."

"I DON'T WANT TO BE A BLOODY QUEEN!" I screeched, "HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT!" My last statement had bounced off the walls of my giant bedroom and hit back as an echo, each time stabbing my Father's heart a little deeper.

When my echo had finally died an uncomfortable silence filled the room. My Father coughed and looked away from me. "We will talk about this in the morning," he confirmed. Then he made his way to the door and let himself out.

My face was red with anger, how dare he come into my room, get me all worked up and not even finish the bloody conversation! I scowled as I changed for bed switching my uncomfortable day dress with a flowing white night dress. I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that that nitwit Prince Francis was in the castle at this very moment. He was probably fast asleep dreaming of our encounter that would happen tomorrow, I almost choked on air when I thought about that.

After slamming my dresser shut I ran to my over to my enormous bed and climbed up onto it. "William," I called out so soft it was sounded like a whisper. "William, where are you?" Suddenly a bunch of throw pillows on my bed started to shuffle around and I watched as a fluffy head emerged from beneath them.

"There you are, William," I said playfully but still with a hint of anger in my voice as I scooped up the tiny rabbit.

I had gotten William for my twelfth birthday. He was a rare breed of rabbit that came from somewhere in Asia. His soft fur was a weird kind of minty green color and his circular eyes were shiny black and curious. I had decided to call him William after William Shakespeare one of my favorite authors. He was very lazy for a rabbit, most days he lounged around on my bed sleeping, but once in a while he would take a stroll around my room and stretch his legs a bit. Besides Richard William was my only friend.

I stroked William's fur gently and I cuddled with him feeling like he was the only one in the world that would understand me. "Father's gone loony," I told him. "He wants me to rule Hetalia and marry that bloody git Prince Francis. I hate how he never listens to me. I wasn't meant to rule a country and I want to find my own husband and marry for love, but he doesn't understand that. He doesn't understand me at all."

I felt trapped. I was being forced down a path that I didn't want to take. It was my life; I wanted to choose my destiny. I had never been allowed outside of the palace walls because my Father wanted to protect me from the dangers of the outside world and I wanted nothing more than to venture into the village that I looked over every day from my bedroom balcony. I wanted to make friends and attend the festivals and fairs that the village threw each year. I wanted to try commoner's food to see what it tasted like. I wanted to explore and play games and get dirty and not have someone scold me. I wanted to fall in love with someone that I had chosen and I wanted to be free of the responsibility that had been weighing down upon me since my birth. That's when my brilliant idea hit me.

I abruptly set William down on the bed and I dashed to my tremendous walk-in closet. William tilted his fluffy head to the side staring at me with his big black eyes as I yanked open the door and started digging through all my gowns.

I owned hundreds of dresses in every color imaginable. They were all custom made by a seamstress who lived overseas. I had holiday ones, springtime ones, casual ones, I even came across a frilly cocktail dress that I never knew I had and I certainly wouldn't be wearing any time soon. After I had gone through racks and racks of fancy clothes I finally found what I had been searching for. It was a workers uniform that I had nicked one day from the servants laundry when I was thirteen.

I remembered that drizzly afternoon clearly. I was on my way back to my bedroom from ballroom dancing lessons when I came across a large basket filled to the brim with worker's uniforms. I had always wondered what wearing servant's clothes would be like; their clothes seemed roomy and comfortable while I had to wear tight, itchy gowns all the time. I looked up and down the long corridor and I saw no one so I quickly reached into the basket and pulled out the first one my hand came into contact with. I didn't want to be caught with workers clothes so as soon as I had grabbed it I sprinted back to my bedroom as fast as I could. When I was back in the safety of my bedroom I tried on the outfit. They were simple clothes, a plain brown dress and a frilly white apron. It was fascinating to see myself in a maids dress, but as quickly as I had put it on I had to take it off just in case one of the nosey workers decided to enter my room and saw me in it. I loved the feeling of wearing that dress. It made me feel like a normal girl so I stashed it deep in my closet where no one could ever find it.

I stripped off my night gown and tugged the maids dress over my head; it fell perfectly over my body. I laughed to myself, a couple years ago when I had first tried it on it was way too big for me. Next I tied the apron around my waist and stood admiring my reflection in my golden mirror.

"How do I look, William?" I asked my rabbit who was staring at me in wonder.

I was sick of being a princess. I was ready to get away from all of it. "I'm running away from home," I decided. William, being a rabbit couldn't comprehend what I had just said so he kept staring at me while I continued talking to him.

"I'm going to sneak out of the castle and head to the town. With this disguise on no one will know that I'm the princess. I'll stay in the village for a few nights just so I can have a look around then I'll travel past the mountains and eventually I will be out of Hetalia. Then I can start anew, the life I've always wanted," I finished with a proud smile on my face.

I started to look around my room for things that I would need for my big escape and William watched me from his spot on the bed. First I grabbed a small leather traveler's pouch that Richard had given me for Christmas a few years ago out from under my bed. He said that it was a common thing to have in England and he thought I would like it. I had thanked him for it over and over, I thought it was smashing. Next I ran to my dresser and pulled out a few pairs of knickers and stuffed them inside of my bag.

I spent the rest of the hour rushing around my bedroom pulling out useful things that I would need and cramming them inside my sack. Pretty soon my pouch was filled with the basic things I would need for my breakout. Clothes (mostly just panties and a few simple dresses that I didn't think would give away my identity), a hairbrush, a toothbrush, a wash cloth and a bar of soap, and twenty gold pieces I thought would come in handy just in case I couldn't knock off any meals from the food stands that were in the village square.

Suddenly I thought of my Father. I knew that if I ran away I would hurt him. He would be sad and disappointed with me, but also angry at himself and guilty that his only child had left him because of his mistakes. I felt cruel doing this to him. I felt the urge to take off my maids dress, unpack my sack and pretend that none of this had ever happened but then I remembered that if I stayed I would have to become a queen and be forced into a marriage. I couldn't turn back now; I was so close to freedom I could hear the village practically calling out my name, Alice, Alice you belong here. You deserve to choose you own path. I stood in front of my mirror, clad in my maids outfit and slinging my travelers pouch over my shoulder. I took a deep breath. Yes, I was ready to leave; I was going to get everything that had ever I wanted after all these years of wishing. But to be fair to my Father I decided to leave a short note telling him not to worry and that I would be fine. I quickly scrawled a simple goodbye on a piece of parchment and left it out on my desk where it would be easy to find.

I then went over to my bed and scooped up William. I looked at my furry companion and he stared back at me with shiny black eyes. "Are you ready to go?" I asked him. Of course I didn't get an answer but I knew that William loved me and he was ready if I was.

I, Princess Alice Kirkland was about to be no more. I was going to start over and begin a normal life.

As I gazed out over Hetalia from my balcony I memorized every tiny detail about how everything looked every hill slope and aerial detail of the town's buildings and the way that the lamp lights looked in the villager's windows. This night would be the last time I would ever see my home country from a view like this. "I'm going to be free at last," I whispered to myself. Then I took one last glance at Hetalia before William and I slipped quietly out of my bedroom and into the night.

Author's Note: Dear Readers,

If you didn't know this was the first fanfic that I've written that isn't a one shot so I'm kind of nervous to see what everyone thinks of it because I don't really know if I'm any good at writing longer types of stories yet haha. I would really appreciate if you reviewed my story and let me know what you thought before I post more chapters. Thank you for reading I hoped you enjoyed it! :D

Sincerely SpoonMeister13x8

P.s I have always wanted to make Iggy into a girl! Haha