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Summary: Arthur has found himself in a dress. Along side with Alfred who is wearing a prince suit...ouo Dont ask.

Chapter 1

A Hetalia Play


Alfred walked out onto the stage, smiling that 'hero like' smile he always did, as if he was being praised for some victory. He was dressed rather fashionable, well, if you considered armor fashionable.

But it fit him and his ego quiet well. His metal boots heals clicked on the hard wood floor as he made his way to the princess whose back was to his view. Once he finally made his way to the Princess, he stood beside her, admiring the shinny heals she was wearing for a slight second, and that slightly tight fit dress. He looked up and kept the smile he had been wearing when he walked up to the maiden.

"Oh fair maiden, I have come for your hand in marriage."

He tried his best to keep a straight face as he exaggerated a tad, bowing before Arthur and giving off an almost sexy smirk as he looked up holding the pose. He was doing a pretty good job at it too, the not laughing that was.

He waited for a response from the green eyed princess. Looking blankly ahead at the faces from the crowd; England stared wondering how the bloody hell he got in this situation. Yawning and wiping his eyes, he got up from the floor. Hearing whistling and shouts from the crowd he didn't realize what was going on until he stepped forward.

Laced in frilly pink. He was like some doll that was found on some type of child's wedding cake.

"W-what the?"

Glancing across the stage his eyes met with the "Prince". Alfred looked up at the short Princess in slight anger, his glasses reflecting the light. "What are you doing, dumbass. Say your lines!" he whispered keeping a slightly irritated smile. But none the less a smile. He stood up and smiled, putting his hand to his chest and his hand in the air.

"I have come across many lands, seen many maidens, but none.." he moved forward leaning on one knee before Arthur, his facial expression changing from slightly irritated to a cute childish face, then a small charming smile, "could even compare to your elegance and beauty. So I have chosen you, my Princess, to be my bride. "

Alfred looked up at England eyes daring him to miss another line. Irritated with the dirty looks before. All that melted away as he exchanged glances with Alfred. Steadily trying to keep his composure, he meekly spoke out,

"What makes you think your good enough to be with me?"

Oh, that must have struck a nerve.

Maybe two?

It was payback for the mean looks. But Arthur was only trying to see what type of reaction his Price would have after saying 'those' lines.

Something in Alfred snapped right then. Something deep down, and a small irritating tingling pain was building up in his heart.

He held Arthur's hand. He was never good at hiding his emotions, though he smiled and kept his cool, well, as much as he could.

"What makes you think I am NOT?"

The blonde gave off a slight hint of anger gripping Arthur's hand tighter as if to say 'you sneaky little shit.' But swiftly glancing to his left and seeing the crowd in slight confusion he thought of something quick and stood up facing the Princess, his face showing an odd amount of sadness.

"Princess, if you were to compare me to anyone here, anyone at all, I promise you'd see that I would be the best choice… For I am the night sky, and you are my star. "

His hand lightly ran over one of England's cheeks.

"I live to let you shine. I live to love only you. Fight for only you. Protect only you. I am yours in every single way. And will be till the day we part in death."

Blue eyes pierced the princess, as a small smirk danced across his lips, a smirk of victory. Caught in a breathless awe. Arthur stood there. Unable to speak or move. 'D-does he really mean what he says...?'

Locking onto the deep pools of blue, he immediately snapped himself out of daze. Mentally shaking him-self out of that memory. That memory that changed both of their lives. Flustered and oddly upset; he stared into Alfred's eyes. Arthur was filled with confusion and hurt. He longed to understand this bloody idiot, he used to call brother. 'I-is this truly what you mean...? Or are you playing me like you did all those years before...'

Snapping out of his train of thought he replied,

"Are you sure you truly love me? And only me? You say that I'm your star and you are my sky..." Arthur felt lost staring into those eyes, "But don't you know that when the sun comes up; that all those bright stars that you love go and disappear. They become lost because something else outshines them..."

Hot bliss trickled down Arthur's eyes are he tried holding back the thoughts that raced over and over in his mind.

Alfred watched the sweet expressions that clearly and so gracefully danced across England's lips. But suddenly his heart sank. Then sank some more. Then more words, and it started to ache, all the sudden his chest became tight.

He knew what England was doing.

He knew what really hid behind those words; he saw the hurt in those forest green eyes that once before showed such kindness and innocents, which he had so selfishly ruined. He opened his mouth, face overwhelmed by shock as well as body, he was not only lightly panting but shaking as well. He stood up, more like sprinted up, his voice filled with slight hurt and yet odd enough anger.

"But that's not true!"

violently shaking now he gripped England's hand "No matter how light it gets, not matter how many stars go away, they never disappear! NEVER! They're always there…"

Always there. Right.

Those words stung oddly. "Like the moon the others never disappear, they may hide under a bright blanket, but they aren't ...they aren't gone. If they disappeared, they" He let England's hand drop as he slowly wiped tears off his face.

He looked down at his feet. Not now. Not this, and defiantly not here. Why, why the fuck did that British bastard have to bring this up.

A deep voice came from the back followed by a light laugh "Bonjour, la Princesse!"

Rage suddenly filled the fallen hero.

Fan-fucken-tastic. France was here.


To be continued