Hello, Tasha here.
okay, before anyone ask, I will still be writing on 'An Infinate playlist called life'. But this HAD to happen. My brain would not let me focus on anything else. So please, just bare with me. It will be worth it, I promise.
So, I follow/stalk an ask-devil-america page om tumblr ( : / / a s k - - . . c o m) and let me just say her art is AMAZING and BEAUTIFUL and ALL THINGS GOOD IN LIFE! And, after her event with Angel!America, for some odd reason, it got me thinking about this. I think it was because of the coffin part where he's about to shoot Devil!America, but I'm not sure. My inner nerd just kicked in and this happened. But believe me, it WILL be finished.
I do not own Hetalia or Beauty and the Beast. Only the wonderful laptop this fanfic was typed on. And please, rate and review, but remember all flames will be used to make s'mores and roast hotdogs.
And, for clarity, It is Devil!America, with the horns, tail, and wings, and Devil!England, minus the horns, tail, and wings.
"Oi! Peter!" Arthur called up the stairs to his younger brother. "Hurry up or we'll be late."
"I'm coming!" Peter shouted, racing down the stairs. "Can you tie my shoes?" He asked, sitting on the sofa. Arthur sighed and walked over to him.
"You should already know how to do this yourself." He said.
"They get tangled when I try." Peter huffed, puffing his cheeks out.. Arthur chuckled and poked his brother's cheeks.
"Well, they're tied, so let's go." Arthur stood up, taking his brother's hand and walking out the door.
"Where are we going anyway?" Peter asked.
"Ludwig needs help at the library organizing the new books for tomorrow." Arthur said.
"Sounds boring." Peter whined. "Can I play in the plaza?"
"Last time I let you do that you got in trouble." Arthur said.
"It was Ravis' idea." Arthur chuckled, reaching into his pocket.
"Here are some coins. You may get some snacks and play by the fountain. Don't go wandering off, alright?" Arthur said, handing him the coins. Peter nodded, racing ahead of his brother into the town. He looked around at the small town and sighed. One day, he and his brother were going to leave this town and live in a big house. One day, but not today.
Arthur was a young man of twenty two. He lived in a small house on the outskirts of town with his brother, Peter. He had fire red hair and piercing green eyes like their father, whereas Peter had sandy blond hair with blue eyes, like their mother. Their parents had fallen ill and passed away three years ago. Since then, Arthur has been raising Peter on his own the best he could. He had a job at the library, which didn't pay a lot, but was peaceful. Plus, he was friends with the owner of the library.
Arthur walked into the library, where Ludwig, the older, was shoving books into one of the shelves.
"Good afternoon Ludwig." Arthur said. Ludwig turned around, adjusting his glasses and smiling.
"Good afternoon Arthur. I really appreciate your help." He said. Arthur just smiled.
"It's no problem. It's a pretty big job for one person to do." Ludwig nodded before glancing around.
"Where's Peter?"
"He's playing in the village."
"Well, I found that book he was looking for, 'Treasure Island,' if he still wants to read it. It's in my desk."
"Thank you, that's very kind of you." Arthur said, grabbing some of the books."
"Consider it an early birthday present for him."
The two spent an hour sorting out the new books. Just as they finished up, Peter came walking in.
"Good afternoon Ludwig." He said.
"Good afternoon Peter. How are you today?"
"Good. I brought some sweets from Katyusha." He said, holding up a basket. "They're strawberry tarts. I thought we could all share them." He said.
"Well, we're finished, so let's eat." Ludwig said, sitting on the floor. Arthur and Peter sat down with him.
"There are six tarts, so we can have two each." Peter said, passing them out and taking a big bite of his own. "Katyusha makes the best tarts." Peter said between chews, causing Ludwig and Arthur both to chuckle.
"Peter, don't talk with your mouth open." Arthur scolded. "We don't want to see your food." Peter laughed. Ludwig finished his tarts and walked over to his desk, pulling out an old brown book.
"Here. Happy early birthday." Ludwig said, handing the book to Peter.
"Wow, you found 'Treasure Island'!" Peter cried, jumping up and hugging Ludwig. He turned to Arthur. "Can you read this to me when we get home?" Peter asked. Arthur nodded, standing up.
"Well, we have a little bit of shopping to do, and then we'll be leaving. Is there anything else you need Ludwig?" Arthur asked. Ludwig shook his head before handing Arthur a bag of coins. "Ludwig I couldn't-"
"You helped out a lot. Besides, you have a birthday party to plan. Consider it a bonus." He said. Arthur took the bag.
"Thank you. Have a good day." He said. Peter waved and went outside with Arthur.
"Can I have tarts instead of a cake this year?" Peter asked as he and Arthur went walking through the market place. Arthur chuckled and ran a hand through his red hair.
"Why do you want tarts instead of a cake?" He asked.
"I like tarts more. You can make your cherry ones and Katyusha can make her strawberry ones." Peter said. Arthur laughed.
"Well, I'll have to ask Katyusha if she wouldn't mind, alright?" Peter smiled, opening his book.
"Do you think there's a real treasure island?" Peter asked. Arthur thought for a moment.
"Well, I'm sure there's one somewhere. No one's found it yet is all. I think everyone has their own, special treasure out their waiting for them. It might be money or fame or love but, one day, everyone finds theirs."
"I'm going to find it one day. I hope it's gold." Peter proclaimed. "So I can buy you your own library." Arthur squatted down and hugged his brother, ruffling his hair.
"And then we'll buy you a big house." Arthur added laughing. "And you could eat all the tarts you want." Peter cheered as a gunshot rang nearby. Peter and Arthur both jumped only to see a duck fall from the sky. Arthur snorted. "Francis…" He growled. Peter looked up at Arthur.
"Is the duck okay?" He asked. Arthur shook his head, causing Peter's eyes to start watering.
Francis Bonnefey was a young man of twenty five. He was tall, long blond hair, blue eyes, and a dazzling smile. He was an expert hunter, able to kill a deer miles away with one shot. Everyone in the village swooned over him.
Everyone, except Arthur and Peter.
Francis came waltzing up to Arthur and Peter. Peter hid behind Arthur.
"Good afternoon Arthur, Peter." Francis said.
"Hello Francis." Arthur said through gritted teeth. "We were just leaving." He said, turning around, ushering Peter towards their house. Francis, however, moved in front of them again.
"Why such a hurry, Cherie?" Francis asked. "Perhaps we could all talk over dinner?"
Arthur narrowed his eyes. "Move now frog. My brother and I are going home." He snapped.
"We're having roast duck~." Francis sang.
Peter frowned. "The duck you shot out of the sky?" He asked. Francis nodded. "I'd rather have Arthur's vegetable soup." He said.
Francis frowned this time. "Duck is better for a growing boy."
"He doesn't eat meat." Arthur snapped. "Now please let us get home." Francis stepped to the side and let them pass.
"Perhaps next time, no?" He asked.
"Don't hold your breath frog face."
Arthur and Peter walked up their walkway to their house. Peter ran up the porch and picked up the orange tabby cat that was resting on the mat.
"Hello Merlin, how are you doing?" He asked the cat, only to have the cat yawn in response. "I'm tired too. Arthur's going to make some soup and then we're going to read a new book." Arthur opened the front door, allowing Peter and Merlin inside.
"Set him down. We have to put away the other animals first." He said, sitting the basket of food on the kitchen table. Peter sat the cat down.
"Alright. Do you think we can ride Sugar before dinner?" He asked.
"Maybe. It's awfully late." Arthur said, sitting down a plate of food for Merlin. "If we're quick with the other animals." Peter smiled and darted out of the backdoor. Arthur chuckled and followed. He walked over and started feeding their chickens when Peter came running up to him, holding a collar.
"Arthur! Arthur! Queen's gone!" He called. Arthur looked up at the weeping boy. "Her collar's here. She broke it and ran off!" He cried. Arthur scooped the boy up.
"Now now, crying won't help. Let's call and see if she comes, alright? Maybe she's close enough she can hear us." Arthur said. Peter nodded.
They spent two hours calling, with no luck. Arthur finally told Peter he'd look first thing in the morning, as it was getting dark outside. Peter ate his soup sadly before going up to his room. Arthur came in a short time later.
"Do you want me to read your book to you?" He asked. Peter shook his head. Arthur hugged his brother as Merlin jumped on the bed. "I promise I'll find her first thing in the morning, alright?" Arthur asked. Peter nodded, wiping his nose on his sleeve.
"Do you think she'll be okay?" He asked. Arthur nodded.
"I bet I won't even have to look for her in the morning. I bet I'll go outside and she'll be there waiting for me to play with her." Arthur said. "Just get some rest for now." He kissed Peter's forehead, blew out the bedside candle, and walked out of the room. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. He walked to his own room and collapsed onto the bed.
Later that night, Peter tossed and turned before sitting up. He was too worried to sleep. What if Queen was hurt? What if she was hungry? Or cold? Or sick? He got up and quietly began slipping into clean clothes. He tiptoed passed Arthur's door and out the back. He looked around. No sign of her. He went to the shed and grabbed the lantern Arthur kept for emergencies. He lit it, took a deep breath, and walked to the dense woods.
After an hour, Peter realized two things; he was not going to find Queen, and he was lost. He looked around, trying to find the outline of the house, but to no avail. He shuddered. The woods were dark. He shouldn't have gone out by himself. Arthur was going to kill him when he got home.
If he got home.
Peter gulped at the thought. He heard rustling in the brush behind him.
"Queen…? Is that you?" He called. Instead of a cute basset hound, a huge wolf stepped out. Peter's eyes grew and he took off in the opposite direction.
He kept running and running until he came across large metal gates. Peter pushed and gates opened and slammed them closed behind him, keeping the wolves out. He looked up. There was a huge castle. He walked towards the front door and knocked. The door opened.
"Hello?" He called. "Is anyone here?" Someone began whispering, but he couldn't tell what they said or where they were. "I don't mean to bother you so late, but my puppy ran away and I went looking for her and got lost. If it's not too much trouble I'd like to stay until morning." He said, picking up a candelabra.
"Oh, like, of course you can little guy!" Someone said. Peter turned.
"Who said that?"
"Over here." Peter turned again. Nothing. Suddenly, something tapped him on the head. He looked at the candelabra-
-Which smiled at him.
"Hello." He said. Peter squeaked and dropped it.
"Feliks, don't scare our guest." Said the clock that was next to him. "I am sorry to have startled you."
"It's alright S-…AH-CHOO!" Peter sneezed. Feliks frowned.
"You poor little guy. You're cold. Come on, let's warm you up." He said, hopping towards a different room. "Come along, this way."
Peter and the clock followed him. The room had a big chair in front of a huge fireplace. Peter sat down in the chair as a blanket wrapped around him. A tea tray came in with a teapot, a cup and the sugar and cream.
"Here," said the teapot, pouring tea into the cup. "Drink this, it'll warm you up." Peter picked up the cup and began drinking only to have the cup wiggle.
"That tickles." The cup chuckled. Peter smiled. "I'm Tino."
"I'm Peter."
Then, the door was violently thrown open, filling the room with a cold draft. Peter shuddered as Tino wedged out of his grasp and hid behind the teapot, which had an unwavering expression.
"There's a stranger here…" came a very sinister voice.
"Master, like, let me explain. He's just a little kid so-" Feliks began, only to be silenced by a loud roar.
"Master…it's only a child-" The clock started, but he too was silenced by a massive roar. Peter looked to one side of the chair. Nothing. He turned to the other-
-And was face to face with bright blue eyes.
Surprised, Peter jumped back in his seat.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" The owner of the eyes growled. Peter scurried out of the chair.
"I-I got lost in the woods-" He began. He could now see the man.
He was tall, taller then Arthur, with short black hair. He had on a grey jacket, a black t-shirt, and black pants. A pair of glasses were perched on his face. Two horns had grown from his head and wrapped around the sides, like a ram. He had a tail and wings that reminded Peter of a devil. He had long, sharp fangs, which he was barring as he growled at the poor child.
"You are not welcome here!" The man shouted, causing Peter to fall on his butt. He quickly got to his feet, noticing the man walking towards him.
"I'm-I'm sorry sir." He said, sobbing. The man glared at him.
"What are you staring at?" He demanded.
"Nothing!" Peter choked out. The man gave a devilish smile.
"So, you've come to stare at The Beast have you?" He asked, lunging for Peter. He quickly ran towards the door, only to have the man beat him there and tower over him.
"No sir! I just needed a place to stay-" Peter began, only to be lifted by the back of his shirt as if he weighed nothing.
"I'll give you a place to stay!" The man snarled, taking Peter out of the room. The servants could only cry over what fate the boy would endure, listening to his screams echo through the castle.
Chapter 2 will be up soon