I just randomly had a crazy idea the other day, and decided to write about it. I hope it doesn't stink as badly as it could have..._
All I want is to play my music and pursue my studies. So why is my father throwing this useless ball? I don't care for people, and don't want to get married, so why. But, I am a good prince and a good son so I obey my father. And now here I stand, trapped in this routine. Father has requested knights from other countries attend the ball, and they're all showing up hours early! So I've been forced to look nice and waste my precious time standing here greeting them.
"Sir Ivan of Russia." The crier announces. A huge bear of a man walks down the hall towards where father and I stand. Two women follow close behind. One glares at me, and nsheathed knife glinting dangerously in her right hand. The other is blocked behind the knight's protective stance.
"Hrm." I clear my throat. "Good morning sir knight. It is a pleasure to welcome you to our fair country. I am Prince Roderich Edelstein of Aurstria."
"Pleasure." He says in a thick accent, his german is a little rough and hard to understand. He bows slightly, his eyes never leaving mine and his hand never leaving the hilt of his sword.
"I am Sir Ivan Braginski of Russia. This is my Lady Yekaterina Braginskaya of Ukraine." He indicates the woman behind him, leaving me puzzled about the other woman.
"Lady Natalia!" Another, younger knight rushes into the hall. "Oh, there you are. Please don't run off again. Sir Ivan was very angry last time."
"Sir Toris of Lithuania." The crier calls. The man looks around, taking the woman's arm. He to me and quickly bows.
"Good morning. It brings me great joy to welcome you into Austria. I am Prince Roderich Edelstein."
"Oh, thank you." Towards the big man. "I-I am Sir Toris Laurinaitus of Lithuania and this is my Lady Natalia Arlofskaya of Belarus."
"Lord Feliks of Poland accompanied by Sir Eduard of Estonia and Sir Raivis of Latvia." I speak another meaningless greeting and ignore another meaningless reply. All I got out of the exchange was that Lord Feliks misused the word 'like' many times. I really just want to get back to my piano.
"Sirs Antonio of Spain, Francis of France, and Gilbert of Prussia." The criers' voice breaks into my blissful hypnotism. I glance up to see the strangest trio ever walking down the hall.
"Ehm." I look back towards the crier and I see another young man also entering the hall. "And." The crier listens to the boy for a moment before saying "Ee-lye of Hungary. I mean, Sir Eli." The crier amends his atrocious pronunciation of a simple name. The young man dashes down the hall, trying to catch up to the trio already at the front. He reaches them and the albino on the end grabs his arm, linking him onto the chain.
"Yes, yes. Nice to meet you. I'm Prince Roderich Edelstein. Welcome to Austria." I see the young boy's face break into a bright smile and my heart flutters irrationally.
"The pleasure is mine. I am Sir Francis of France." The blonde one breaks away from his companions, offering me a rose.
"I'm Sir Antonio of Spain." The second of the four has dark hair and tanned skin. He steps forward and offers me a tomato.
"Mein Gott! You fools! He's just a damn prick. Hey, I'm the awesome Sir Gilbert of Prussia." The albino steps forward and laughs, not even bothering to bow. It pisses me off. If only I had my piano, I would write him a song to accurately express the true extent of my anger.
"I'm Sir Eli of Hungary." The youngest and smallest of the four knights doesn't even step closer, he just bows. When he looks up I meet his gaze. His eyes are bright emeralds burning with a passionate flame. I look the boy over. He is certainly younger than I am. His wavy brown hair is tied into a ponytail that bounces with each movement. He is wearing very simple clothing. It's just a tunic over some pants and a sword in its sheath at his hip. But something about him looks incredibly dangerous. It makes my heart convulse painfully.
"Hrk." My words are stopped by the fact that my heart is currently in my throat for an unknown reason, causing me to cough violently which is quickly followed by a bright blush. "P-pleasure." I say, still staring at Eli. That Prussian, Glibert, notices who I'm staring at and steps protectively in between us. The four knights proceed to one side of the hall, lining up for inspection upon the last knight's arrival.
"Sir Vash of Switzerland." Is last to join the ranks of knights. And his Lady Lilli of Lichtenstein hurries off to the women's quarters.
My father and I walk up the right side of the hall inspecting knights. We find a full Vodka bottle hidden on Sir Ivan's person. We also find several small bottles of various alcoholic beverages with Sir Raivis. We find that under Lord Feliks' cloak he is really wearing women's clothes. We also discover Sir Vash is hiding several strange weapons he calls guns.
Now father takes me to inspect the knights on the left side of the hall. We find many tomatoes in the pockets of Sir Antonio's uniform. We find many disgusting and inappropriate things that Sir Francis brought. On Sir Gilbert the asshole we find nothing particularly interesting. He has a picture of Eli with him and is also hiding a small hick in the top pocket of his coat. We move to inspect Eli and I notice a strange fold in his uniform. It bumps slightly outward, just like it would on a girl. The knight catches my eye noticing that I was staring. His eyes are serious and deadly beautiful. He glares at me, horribly angered, and I move on to Sir Alfred the 'hero.'
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