A/N Hello there! I'm here with my first fanfiction (oh no!) for you all to read! Has anyone ever seen The Swan Princess? Do you like it? Did you know it was based off a ballet, Swan Lake? Did you know this story is a spin-off of it? Well, now you do! Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or any of its characters, Swan Lake, the Swan Princess, or any of its characters. Because if I did, would I really feel the need to write this?

Once upon a time, there was a King and Queen of a beautiful, sunny land called Spain. They were both very kind, very loving people, and everyone in their kingdom simply adored them. They were blessed with everything they did in life. And then, one fine super sunny summer, they were blessed once again – this time with a daughter.

They named her Anita Fernandez Carriedo. She had hair the colour and richness of chocolate, and eyes the shape and colour of olives. She was kind, carefree, and open. Her thoughts were pure and clear, and when she smiled, the whole country smiled with her. She was the type of girl who would have been just as happy being born a peasant as a princess.

But, as it was, she was born a princess, and everyone in the kingdom loved her to pieces. Everyone – save for one man.

His name was Sadik Adnan. He was a powerful magician, leader of a shadowy, imposing organization known as the Ottoman Empire, who drew his power from the dark forces of nature. He, too, had a daughter, named Tonia. She was almost identical to Anita in size and stature, but her disposition was the complete opposite. She was selfish, loud, and lacked the ability to read the aura around her. People ignored her, brushed her off. Tonia spent her days shut away, longing for the perfect life Anita had.

Now Sadik resented Anita for being so loved, while his own daughter was shunned. He vowed revenge on the pretty young princess. He watched, and waited, and then, one night, when Anita was only six years of age, he kidnapped her.

Her parents wept and mourned for her. The whole kingdom fell to a depression for the loss of their beloved princess. But time passed, people grew older, and soon her memory faded, until she was nothing more than a picture on a dresser covered in a layer of dust.

The Tomato Princess

~~~10 years later~~~

The moonlight fell in a steady stream into the vegetable garden. Anita carefully plucked a tomato off the twisting green vine. Hanging on her slim arm was a basket filled to the brim with perfectly round, blemish-free bright red fruits. She hummed a happy tune as she worked, dancing slightly as she wandered through the seemingly endless rows of vegetables.

She glanced up at the sky. A light pink was bleeding over the horizon, and the stars were disappearing back into the night. Sunrise was almost upon her.

"Really, Anita? Picking tomatoes? You'd think with your current predicament you'd never want to eat a tomato again."

Anita glanced down at the lazy-looking woman with silvery gray hair and shocking red eyes, lounging in the dirt. "Tomatoes ate my favourite food, Gillian. Just because I turn into one every day doesn't mean I'm going to stop eating them."

And that was the sad truth of it. When Sadik kidnapped her, he'd placed her under a curse. Whenever the moonlight left the vegetable garden, wherever she was she would turn into a tomato vine, unable to move or speak, and likely to get trampled if she wandered too far. This was how she lived her life – days lying motionless on the ground, nights spent in mourning for the feel of sun on her face.

At first, life had seemed bleak. She'd wasted away her nights, devastated by her loss, growing thinner and thinner until she was waif-like and almost transparent. But time had passed, and she realized she wasn't getting any younger. Gathering her courage, she'd begun to travel around the garden. She started to eat again (the vegetables really were quite delicious) and it wasn't long before she'd met the Vegetable Girls.

Three young women who had spurned Sadik in the past, and had suffered a curse similar to Anita's, called themselves The Vegetable Girls. Gillian was a foul-mouthed, foul-tempered girl who had angered Sadik several years back. He'd kidnapped her, and the curse turned her into a fiery red pepper. There was also Francesca, a blonde French noblewoman who'd rejected his marriage proposal. She was now cursed as a celery stalk. And finally, Roderica, who'd annoyed Sadik in his youth, and had been here since she could remember, cursed as a carrot. (His magic was very feeble at that point in his life.)

At first, Anita had laughed at their predicament. Spending life as various vegetables would seem rather comical, wouldn't it? Until you started looking ahead into your bleak, directionless future. It was quite a sobering thought.

"Well, my little princess. How is life today?"

Try as she might, Anita could not ignore Sadik's drawling tone, nor the shuffling, dragging footsteps of heavy boots coming behind her. She groaned and turned to face her captor. "What do you want?"

"Merely the answer to the same question he's been asking you for about five years now." Tonia stalked up beside her father, a sneer besmirching her otherwise pretty face. "Think real hard, Princess Anita."

"No." Anita stated quietly and flatly. "I will not marry you."

It had started quite a few years back. Sadik had decided that an even more perfect form of revenge would be to marry Anita, triumphantly return to Spain and take it as his kingdom. Anita, of course, refused flat-out. That didn't stop him from asking the same question every time he came to visit her.

"Yeah, you tell him, Anita." Francesca sauntered up. "That's now the, uh, second woman whose rejected you, isn't it?"

For a second, Sadik's face contorted. He looked as though he might kill. Then his lips stretched into a grin. "And look where it's landed the both of you."

Sunlight spilled over the mountains. Anita gasped. Francesca let out a moan before collapsing on the ground. Anita soon followed suit, a sigh escaping her lips moments before they were sealed over, and her thoughts became sluggish.

Tonia snickered at the pitiful tomato vine, lying motionless on the ground next to the celery stalk. "It's a good thing Daddy never lets you guys rot," she sneered, before flouncing away.

The tomato vine could do nothing but lie there, and wish that she could.

A/N ARGH yes, so now you have read the twisted mind of me. Please review and PLEASE help me improve my writing. I know it can be better but I need your help! All you have to do is push the button!