In a small kingdom deep in the heart of the Italian peninsula, a King and Queen tried for many years to produce an heir. Eventually, as these stories go, they were blessed with beautiful twin boys. Immediately they summoned their kingdom to celebrate their birth at a party. The King and Queen had their friends, the Three Good Faeries, come and each bestowed a gift upon the children. The first was the faerie with the iconic eyebrows, clad in a red coat slightly resembling that of a pirate. He gave the twins the gift of good cooking (he himself being the butt of many culinary jokes, he did not wish them the same fate for whatever reason). The second was a dark haired man with a peaceful expression clad in a green kimono. He gave them the gift of communication with the fauna of the land. As the final faerie, a flighty man with near-shoulder length blond hair in a blue outfit, began to speak the ceremony was interrupted as the Wicked Witch of the West flew through the door in a burst of green fire. She was pissed that she wasn't invited (though for obvious reasons) but decided to come anyway. To the youngest (by a minute or so) she gave a curse to prick his finger on a fork tong before he turned sixteen and die. To the eldest she gave an apprenticeship. Scooping up the screaming babe she cackled as she vanished into more green smoke. The kingdom was distraught. After determining that there was absolutely nothing they could do for the older son, the last faerie could perhaps save the youngest. The gift he gave the child was one of sleep; the ability to sleep almost anywhere and through almost anything, so that, should the time come, he would sleep through the curse until (ever the romantic this faerie was) true love's kiss. But the King and Queen were still fearful of their remaining child's safety. So they ordered every fork in the kingdom to either be burned or melted down and made it treason to either harbour or create one of the poor utensils (taking up suggestion from one of the faeries, chopsticks were now to be used). But (remember, these are Italians), still being fearful of their remaining child's safety, they give the young boy to the Good Faeries (they were really fucking scared) to "raise" until his sixteenth year, at which time he would marry the princess from the neighbouring kingdom.

The story now, finally, actually begins on the day of his sixteenth year…

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"Ve, pick berries?"

"Of course, of course!" The English sounding faerie explained while simultaneously pushing the smaller man towards the door. "We're fresh out."

"Oh, and ma petite fleur, if you should happen upon a wild rose—"

"Of course Big Brother Francis!" The Italian flew past Arthur back inside to hug the Frenchman, "I'll bring them to you!"

"C'est mon garçon." He hugged back, fingers, out of habit really, tugging at the brown string about the neck of the peasant shirt Feliciano was wearing.

"That's quite enough French we've had for one day. Belt up and stop trying to deter the lad," Arthur said as he began ushering the boy back outside

Francis crossed his arms and pouted, "Boo, you're so cold Arthur. Is that why the handsome farmer boy across the way—"

"You shut your froggy mouth!"

Feliciano sighed as the two of his parental figures began quarrelling once again. He tied his handkerchief around his hair as usual and was about to leave before being stopped by the third and much more pleasant of his guardians, "Be save Feli-kun, and remember not to speak to strangers."

Feliciano nodded vigorously while waving his customary white flag around, "Don't worry about me Kiku, I'll be fine." The Asian man smiled slightly and bowed. Right before leaving he turned around and waved at the three in their small cottage. He's always lived with the three like this and he's never asked questions, he's never had a need to. He loved the intimidating Brit, with his scary faces and poisonous food. He loved the over-passionate Frenchman with a tendency for groping people. And he loved the quiet, mysterious Japanese man; he could never figure out what exactly he was thinking.

He received three hasty waves in response before shutting the door behind him. When he was gone the three undercover faeries brought the book out from under the cabinet where it had been hastily tossed. They opened to the page with the suit and Arthur pointed to it, "This will do nicely. Look how it would accent his waist."

"Non, non," Francis flipped to another predetermined page, this of a green dress, "This would accent his waist better. It would also keep his shoulders nice and round, graceful unlike that monkey suit."

"Francis, you idiot, we've been living with the child for sixteen years and you still can't seem to get it through that thick head of yours that he's a boy."

"So? Gender is nothing; beauty is beauty. And Feli would look GORGOUS in this!"

Arthur facepalmed, "Kiku, would you please tell him that a dress is not appropriate attire for a lad to be meeting his future wife in?"

The two blondes turned to look at the Japanese man who held his arm in front (to try to hide what seemed to be a spontaneous nosebleed) of a carefully blank face, "I see nothing wrong with it." Arthur sputtered. "But who will make it? None of us, I believe, have skills in clothing making. Unless it's miniaturised, but then it wouldn't fit Feli-kun."

"Well," Arthur said in his reasonable tone, "I've wanted to make the cake so you two can fight over the suit."

The other two glanced at each other in a slightly panicked expression, "Er, Arthur," Francis spoke cautiously, "You should probably let Kiku make the cake. You're much better at needlework than either of us anyway."

"Oh come now," Arthur was already making his way to no-man's-land…. The kitchen. "You know I've been wanting to do this for a while. There's a recipe in Scotland of all places that I was fond of. Haggis Cake I believe it was called," He drew a knife from the drawer, "We'll need a sheep first—"

"I think," Kiku spoke on the fly, the threat of sheep slaughter and abuse lingering too close for comfort, "Seeing as this is his sixteenth birthday of course, that we use magic to make it special."

"Oui!" Francis's voice drowned in relief, "That is an excellent idea Kiku. Er… Arthur you put them back last, would you go get them please?"

Said Englishman frowned, sharpening a knife, "You know where they are. And that's entirely unnecessary. We have plenty of skill to be doing this. Get started on the—"

He was pushed out of the kitchen, knife being plucked from his unprepared hands, "Thank you for volunteering Arthur."

He scowled as he headed upstairs for the wands. Francis steadfastly remained in the kitchen while Kiku wondered what exactly he'd gotten them into. As the Brit returned to the others he spoke, "Shut all the doors and the windows; I don't want anyone to detect the magic." The others nodded and proceeded to do so.

When the wands, after sixteen years of separation, were finally returned to their owners Kiku took rare command, "Arthur will make the outfit. Francis will clean. And I will make the cake."

"But Kiku-!"

"No, Francis, we just need a simple cake, not a five course meal. Now, to your duties. Who knows when he'll get back."

Ma petite fleur-My little flower

C'est mon garçon!-That's my boy.

I know I already started something...
But I was watching Disney movies a few nights ago and this kinda just raped my brain. I like it a lot so I think I'll be working on this more than Hetalia U.

I know almost everyone has done something like this but deal with it.

I fully planned on doing this Sunday but Fanfiction was doing something and I couldn't get into the Doc. Manager. -_-'