Hey everyone! The Angry German and CanaDERP here! We hope you enjoy our first story (on this account)! The prologue is fairly short, but all chapters following it will be noticeably longer!

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Ludwig was a handsome young man of just 18 years when his life was forever changed. For better or worse, no one could truly tell at the time; however, to Ludwig, it most definitely seemed worse.

Before our story began, it seems only fitting to tell of the background and surroundings of this young man. Ludwig was a nobleman, with a large mansion on the outskirts of a small village. He did not flaunt his money or power; no, that was not his problem. His problem was his temper. It was this that ultimately got him into his current predicament.

Though surrounded by wealth, Ludwig did not keep many servants around for his own use. In fact, he had servants for quite an honorable purpose. The economy in the village was very poor, so he offered jobs to those who had no work, and thus much of the staff was comprised of women whose families could not make ends meet. His wealth allowed him more leisure time than most, and so he spent most of his time reading or sparring with one of his closest friends and his most loyal servant, Gilbert.

Only a handful of the staff in his home was there for any reason other than money. Roderich, another close friend of his—however less infuriating than Gilbert, due to being older and more mature—was among his live-in staff. At this time, which takes place 7 years before our main story, Roderich is 21, and Gilbert is 14—which no doubt accounts for his all-over obnoxiousness. These two tend to butt heads often, which is where yet another of Ludwig's servants comes in. Elizabeta, at this time 17, just one year younger than Ludwig himself, has won the hearts of these two young men.

The infatuation that Roderich and Gilbert had for Eliza has gone on since the day they were first introduced, and was something that Ludwig could not understand. Even his trusted friend and advisor, Valdemar, a man much older than himself, could not explain it to him. "You have to learn it for yourself, for it cannot be taught," he'd said.

One of the few things that this group, living together in the mansion of their master and friend, had in common was their accents. They all had a distinct German accent that was unmistakable for anything else. These persons all met by happenstance, as they were all German refugees in a town that had no German influence at the time. Due to this, and the fact that Ludwig already had money and property before the others arrived, the group of Germanic immigrants lived together, under circumstances that suited each well.

As for the problem that Ludwig faced, these seven years before the actual story begins, as aforementioned, Ludwig had a temper. During an annual event held in his mansion, an outsider named Dragomir came to the village, and thus stayed in the mansion, even after the rest of the guests had left. Ludwig kept company with the man for several hours, not knowing what he was really there for. When asked a rather pointed question, Ludwig lost his temper with the man, and his fate was thereby changed forever. As it turned out, the man was quite adept at magic, and found Ludwig's wealth and good looks as a cause of jealousy, but decided he would only allow his jealousy to act for him if Ludwig's personality proved unsatisfactory to him.

When his temper overcame him, Dragomir took the opportunity to make Ludwig's looks match his temper. In Dragomir's eyes, Ludwig's temper matched a wolf, and decided that looking like one would suit him well. To this effect, his face was elongated to imply the muzzle of a wolf, his ears translated to a higher point on his head, his posture was changed to that of a wolf standing on hind legs. He was given a small covering of fur over most of his body, and a tail, along with claws, and from the knees down, his legs were completely those of a wolf's.

The process of being transformed so hideously was quite painful, and left Ludwig unconscious in his chambers for several hours. When he awoke, Dragomir was long gone, and Valdemar was knocking at his door. Ludwig had no idea what had happened, but when he spoke, he noticed his voice was more deep and gravelly than it had been before. Due to the sound of his voice, Valdemar assumed Ludwig was sick, and left him alone, however, he didn't realize what had happened until he left his room, and a servant from the village saw him. Letting out a shrill cry of fear and dropping the tray she had been carrying, she ran to tell the other servants about the monster that resembled their master so much, and all but the Germanic group of Ludwig's friends stayed to see what had happened to him.

Though Ludwig's friends stayed with him in his mansion, the rest of the village was in a panic. The servants told everyone that the monster in the mansion would eat them if they didn't do something, and they resolved to draw names of 18 to 25 year olds in the village.

Being thus transformed, Ludwig had the ability to witness anything through the eyes of wolves, as long as they were nearby, and he observed what the villagers were doing. Though perturbed about the whole situation, he knew he couldn't let the villagers think that they could overtake him, and opted instead to allow them to fear him, if it would keep him alive long enough to break his curse.

On the subject of the curse itself, upon awakening, and after frightening his whole staff off the premises unintentionally, Ludwig discovered a note left on his nightstand, scribed by Dragomir himself. This note read, "You have exactly ten years to break your curse, you not-so-pretty little rich boy. If you can get any woman to love you, despite your temper and looks to match, and love her equally, you will be human and beautiful once again. Good luck with that.

~Dragomir."

Beside the signed name, there was a symbol, one that Ludwig knew to be the symbol of the magic guild, meaning that the man was practiced in magic more than Ludwig could have possibly imagined. The next day, a young man, about the same age as Ludwig, was brought into the gates of his mansion, his arms tied behind his back and left there for the beast inside to feast upon. It was the beginning of a long line of 'sacrifices' that would be sent to him every year from then on.

Angry German: Alright, this is the first time I did a whole chapter without CanaDERP's help (even if it is just a prologue) but I poured my skills into making this so you will want to read more. For future reference, all chapters that focus on Ludwig or are from Ludwig's point of view will be written by me, whereas all the chapters that concern Feli and/or are from Feli's point of view will be written by CanaDERP. Also, we did not use Google Translate to figure out how to say Feli and the Beast in German; I actually know how to say that. Don't ask why.

CanaDERP: Thanks for reading our fic! :3 If you're one of our previous readers, then you should know that we will be finishing Sorriso, mi Liebling. However, this AU idea grabbed hold of us and just wouldn't let go! XD I hope you'll stay with us for the rest of this fic! Updates should be at least once a week, though we do have a habit of updating every day, and then not updating for a couple of weeks… O/O

Angry German: Well, if you would stop randomly distracting me with Vocaloid music and Hetalia MMD videos, maybe we wouldn't have that problem, huh, CanaDERP?!

CanaDERP: *laughs* Whatever, AG! I know you love them~! Especially those ones with Sexy Germany in them...and, of course, you absolutely adored HetaOni, didn't you?

Angry German: HOLY F**K, NO, NOT STEVE, NOT STEVE, I WILL F**KING KILL YOU, CANADERP! *brandishes gun*

CanaDERP: *takes gun and eats it* Such language, AG! Really now, what if there are children reading? *turns to reader* Well, I tink that's a long enough Author's Note for now, don't you, AG? *dodges missiles*

Angry German: Children shouldn't be allowed on . NOW REGURGITATE MY GUN! *shoves hand down her throat* WORTHLESS SCHLAMPE!