A/N:

Hello, I'm a new uhm… person here at Fanfiction. This is my first published fic, actually though I've been reading here all the time. I'm busy with school XD. I don't own Hetalia, neither The Whipping boy. I was inspired by it. So Yeah. And uhhh... Enjoy...

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A long, long time ago, when people still had kings, queens, rooks and Bishops, there lived a young and awesome prince by the name of Gilbert Beilschmidt. He was exceptionally brilliant, that he himself decided to stop going to school and would only learn from his personal tutors.

Because of this, he was often annoyed by his friends, mainly the aristocrat-slash-perfectionist Roderich and the Hungarian tomboy Elizabeta (who was quite obsessed with yaoi). And to top it off, his younger brother began ignoring him as often as he would start his soliloquy and would rather spend time with the adorable painter, Feli.

And thus, due to his repressed childhood days and the death of his butler Old Fritz, (who seemed to be the only one capable of understanding him) he became an arrogant, mischievous and narcissistic Prince, who would toy around with the people around him and unknowingly irritate others by his intimidating awesomeness. (Like, examples are: replacing his brother's porn with holy books and threatening the Oracle Paul that he would personally chop him to pieces and eat him for dinner.)

And until one day, they decided to make him into a more disciplined and "gentlemanly" Prince. The Council of the King finally resorted to ask help from the legendary wizard, Arthur Kirkland.

"Oh totally Wise and, like, totally mighty Arthur Kirkland-sama, we by the King's order ask of thy help to discipline the super awesome Prince Gilbert." Feliks flicked his hair and grinned at his nails. A voice chirped behind him." Please help us guide him in becoming a proper prince..." Toris whispered silently to the Mage who was busy throwing smelly stuff in his cauldron.

"Huh? Sigh… I have a bloody git of a servant inside my closet in my room. Get that thwat named Alfred out and let him be the royal whipping boy for his highness Gilbert. He damn hell deserves it anyway…" and then the phrases continued to mumble. The Counselor Feliks and his manservant Toris wasted no time and hurriedly skipped towards Arthur's room.

The room was clean and modest. Feliks and Toris kinda expected this, but their thoughts were easily disturbed when they heard silent muffled cries in the closet. Why would he keep a kid in here?

Then they opened the door just to find a blonde kiddo tied behind his back and tape covering his lips. When did he even have tape? A piece of paper was stuck in his forehead and in a silly, barely understandable handwriting, written was:

"Matthe- ALFRED Jones"

The poor tied subject was whimpering something similar to "uhmmpphh! uhmmph!" and other weird sounds you usually make when you're tied up with tape in the old century. Feliks just told Toris to pick the kid up and then they were on their way inside the carriage, ignoring the poor young boy's objections. Another kid just by the window inside the house was waving "bye bye Mattie!" and disappeared into the dark, musky curtains.

At the time they stepped into the castle, Feliks threw the kid on the floor and plucked the tape from his lips somewhat violently, making the kid groan out in pain, and when he was already free, he began to cry." I'm gonna die, uwaaaaaahhhhh " he thought soberly and began thinking of what punishment he was going to receive because his brother tricked him when they were eavesdropping in Arthur's room. He knew his brother's facial expressions were weird ever since his bro heard the words 'that thwat named Alfred'.

While he was still busy crying his eyeballs out, he held a small bear in his arms. It was tied behind his back from the very beginning, and now the bear began to sympathize with him, and tried to think who this guy was and why was he holding him tightly.

By the time he wiped his tears, he was surprised at the sight of a young teen in front of him, observing him curiously. Or so he thought.

"Hmmm... That bear looks awesome. And because of that, I now hereby proclaim you as my personal servant."

...And shortly after that, Matthew knew his days of freedom were officially over, and his days of misery with this prince were just about to start.

Ah, chapter one is over. Thank you for reading.

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