Author's note: For the people who may not know, according to Wikipedia, the definition of a tsundere is a person who is initially cold and even hostile towards another person before gradually showing their warm side over time.
This story takes place in the modern era instead of the 1920s because I don't know much about that era.
Oh, and I said Toris would be like Eli La Bouff, but really Felix's dad never makes an appearance here. Toris plays Felix's best friend and eventually his lover.
Yes this story had FrUk and mentions of LietPol and SuFin. If you don't like it, don't read it.
I failed at Berwald's accent…
If you look up at the sky on a clear night, you will see that one star shines brighter than the rest. It has been known by many names, but most call it the Evening Star. They say that if you wish upon this star, your wish will come true. But this is only partially true: It is a combination of wishing and hard work that will make your dreams happen, as two young men would one day discover together…
"…And then the ugly little frog looked up with his sad brown eyes and pleaded 'Oh please, dear Princess. Only a kiss from you can break this terrible spell that was inflicted on me by a wicked witch.'" A man with short blond hair and light violet eyes read aloud to two seven-year-old boys who were listening attentively.
One boy was wiggling around excitedly as he listened, his chin length straight blond hair whipping around and his bright green eyes gleaming with anticipation. Despite his obviously male appearance, he wore a puffy pink dress and carried a wand the same color in his pudgy fist. "This is like, my favorite part." he whispered to the other boy.
"Shh, Felix, I want to hear it too." the other boy whispered back. His hair was blond like the other boy's, but was scruffy and his emerald green eyes peered out from under thick eyebrows. He petted the air next to him as if there was something there that no one else could see. "Flying Mint Bunny says to be quiet too."
"Fine then, Artie." Felix huffed, pouting a little. The man who had been reading had paused to listen in amusement to the short conversation before continuing.
"And the beautiful princess was so moved by his desperate plea, that she stooped down, picked up the slippery creature, leaned forward," Felix and Artie leaned forward too: Felix in expectancy and Artie in disgust. "…raised him to her lips, and kissed that little frog!"
At this, Felix let out a happy sigh, while Artie shuddered.
"Then, the frog was transformed into a handsome prince. They were married, and lived happily ever after." The man finished.
"Yay!" Felix cried, clapping his hands. "Read another one, read another one!"
"Sorry Felix, Arthur and I need to be heading home. It's getting late, and I have work tomorrow." Arthur stood up and was about to leave, when a third boy peeked timidly into the room, long wavy brown hair hanging over grass green eyes.
"Hi, Mr. Tino," he said shyly. "Hey Arthur, Felix."
"Toris! Have you seen this dress? Isn't it just fabulous?" Felix twirled around to show off his poofy skirts and fell down as he overbalanced.
"It's very nice." Toris said politely, long used to his friend's early revealed tendency to cross-dress. "Your dad says he has a surprise for you in the gardens."
"Really? Oh my God, I totally can't wait to see it." Felix nearly ran over poor Toris on his way out, and Toris left to try and catch up.
"Come on Arthur, Berwald should be home from work now." Tino took Arthur's hand.
Arthur was still thinking about the story that Tino had just read. "There is NO WAY that I would ever kiss a frog, even if it did turn into royalty! Yuck!"
Tino smiled warmly at Arthur as they left Felix's home where they could loud excited squeals from Felix in the distance.
"Oh my God! A pony!"
The neighborhood where Arthur and his family lived had a relatively small, but tight knit community. Tino and Berwald had chosen to raise Arthur in an accepting community where their own choice to get married had been accepted without any opposition.
"We're home!" Tino called as he and Arthur came home. A tall man with short blond hair and glasses hiding intelligent blue eyes looked up.
"H'llo. How's m' w'fe 'nd k'd? (Hello, how's my wife and kid?)"
"Don't call me that, Su. We're both fine. We just got back from Felix's house." Tino told him using his nickname for Berwald.
"Hey Father? Can I make dinner tonight?" Arthur asked Berwald. Tino quickly spoke before Berwald could.
"No that fine! I've got it!" Tino didn't want to hurt Arthur's feelings, but to put it nicely, his meals had a lot to be desired.
After dinner, in order to make up for Arthur not being to allowed to cook dinner, Berwald asked "So, d' ye' w'nt t' tell us a st'ry? (So, do you want to tell us a story?)"
Arthur perked up. "Sure!"
He took a breath and was about to begin when Tino stopped him. "Hold on there. Your storytelling gift is something to be shared."
Arthur beamed before opening the front door and shouting out to the people lounging outside in the pleasant summer evening, "Hey everyone, I'm going to tell a story!"
Arthur's storytelling talent was well known throughout the neighborhood, so it was no surprise that about an hour later, a crowd sat in front of Arthur's house, enraptured by Arthur's tale of a young man who fell in love with a prince who had been transformed into a scary monster.
When he finished, they burst out into applause despite themselves. For such a young boy, Arthur had an extensive vocabulary and a way with words. His voice, though not yet a man's had a soft dreamy quality to it that spun the words into a magnificent tapestry of language.
"The great thing about stories," Tino said as he and Berwald tucked Arthur into bed that night, "Is that they bring people together, from all backgrounds. Stories can teach lessons, or say something about life, or simply be entertaining. But a great story, no matter what it's about, is one that will resonate in some way with everyone."
"And someday, I'll write a book that'll make everyone happy!" Arthur said proudly. Berwald chuckled a little and ruffled Arthur's hair. Then he pulled out a little book that he must have stitched together himself.
"Yes th'ts r'ght. But 'til then, y' c'n wr'te 'n here. (Yes, that's right. But until then, you can write in here)."
Taking the journal, and looking outside the window, Arthur gave a start and wiggled out of bed. "Look! The Evening Star! Felix told me that if you make a wish on a star, it has to come true."
Berwald picked up Arthur with ease and tucked him back into bed. "Th'ts r'ght, keep 'n wishing b't rememb'r, y' h've t' w'rk h'rd too. B't d'nt l'se s'ght 'f wh'ts imp'rtant. (That's right, keep on wishing, but remember, you have to work hard too, But don't loose sight of what's important)."
Berwald put his arm around Tino as he spoke and Tino smiled back up at him, and walked out holding hands with him after saying good night to Arthur.
As soon as they were gone, Arthur jumped out of bed again and ran to his window to gaze at the Evening Star. He heard a giggle next to him and a green rabbit with wings flew up to Arthur, bringing with it what appeared to be a small woman with wings.
"Hello Flying Mint Bunny. Hello Miss. Fairy. Did you come here to keep me company?"
"Of course." They laughed and Arthur laughed with them. Too bad he was the only one that could see them. Besides Felix and Toris, they were Arthur's only friends. Looking down at the journal Berwald had given him, Arthur returned his gaze to the star and pressed the book against his chest as he whispered. "Oh please, please, please, let me publish my own book one day."
He was about to go back to bed when he noticed a small frog on the edge of the window. Arthur looked at for a few moments before it croaked and Arthur screamed (manly of course) and ran out to sleep in Tino and Berwald's room.
He would never kiss a frog, Arthur decided. Not ever.
