Note: Cinderella AU with our favorite space lesbians OvO The plot isn't exactly the same but it does follow similar premise.

Anya: Nyo Russia

Amelia: Nyo America

Dimitri: Nyo Ukraine

Nikolai: Nyo Belarus

Madeline: Nyo Canada

In this AU I didn't make her step brothers evil since it just wouldn't be them.


Anya knelt up, wiping the sweat off her brow and looking around at how much work she had left to do.

"Anya! Why are you still not finished? I expect you to get dinner ready by 5 o' clock and you can't do it if you spend the entire day scrubbing the floor!"

"Yes ma'am" Anya answered with a roll of her eyes, leaning back down on all fours to continue the tedious task of hand scrubbing the floor clean. Oh, they had a mop. But to Ms. Winter, the way the mop cleaned floors was poor in comparison to hand scrubbing the ground clean.

Anya clenched onto the scrubber tightly as she fought the urge not to just chase after her step mother and fling the scrubber at her ugly mug. Oh, she certainly deserved it, but Anya withheld.

When her father had married Ms. Winter, she had played the part of the loving, grieving widow who mothered her 2 sons all alone. She had always been cold to Anya, but Anya let it be considering her father was happy. Of course when her father had died from an accident just a couple of years later, he had left everything to the wretched witch's name, and she had no longer a reason to play the angel.

"Do you need help?"

Anya jumped with a small yelp, turning around onto her back so quickly she got disoriented for a few moments. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw it was her step brother, Dimitri, standing over her with a worried look on her face.

She shook her head, "No, I am almost finished anyways!" she lied before stopping to think for a moment." But if it is not too much trouble, would be wash the vegetables for me?" she asked, putting on her best puppy dog eyes and letting go of the scrubber to clasp her hands together in a pleading gesture.

Dimitri only laughed, "Always willing to help sister" he said before turning around and heading to the kitchen to do as told.

Anya couldn't help but smile to herself. Yes, her home life wasn't exactly perfect – actually it was borderline hell… but, she wasn't alone at least. Both of her step brothers were kind and loving… ok maybe Nikolai was a little too loving for her tastes, but he meant well… despite the unsettling aura he seemed to emanate. Yes, they did make living here just a little more tolerable…

"Anya! Are you finished yet? I expect the floor to be spotless when I go check again!"

Anya cringed, "Yes Miss" she muttered under her breath before grabbing her scrubber again and going back to work.


"I am so tired of having to hear about this all day!" Amelia held her head in her hands as sat in her sister's room after having to have yet another conversation about marriage with her father.

"I know Amelia." Madeline sighed, sitting across from Amelia with a slightly bored look on her face after hearing Amelia complain about this subject yet again.

"I mean, I'm only 19 years old! I don't want to get married yet!"

"I know Amelia."

"And I'm not even ready to take over the kingdom; I'm just not queen material!"

"I know Amelia."

"You'd make a much better queen than me!"

"I know-… wait wha-"Madeline's eyes widened.

"I mean come on Madeline, we all know you're the responsible one and much more… queen-like" Amelia said.

Madeline furrowed her brows, "And what's that supposed to mean?"

Amelia groaned, "Come on, you know! You're more cut out for this than I! You're the one with the proper style and air, I'm just not meant to be a queen just because I was born a few minutes before you!" she reasoned.

"It's tradition!" Madeline tried to argue, but couldn't deny that even she thought she would be more fit for the crown.

"I don't give a damn about tradition! And besides, it's not even the ruling part that's so bad, but I'm expected to marry someone and produce an heir! I don't want no stinkin' boys shoving their dick in my-"

"AMELIA!" Madeline shouted, flushing in embarrassment at where the topic seemed to be going if she knew anything about the way her sister would spend an eternity on talking about the same subject once her mind got on it.

Amelia laughed and rolled her eyes, before suddenly going serious, "Alright, but come on Madeline…" she whined, pouting her lip slightly. "Don't you agree that it's not fair? That I don't get a say in this at all?"

Madeline frowned, eyes down casted as she nodded in agreement.

Amelia sighed before letting herself fall back on Madeline's bed, "Well it's nice to know at least someone agrees with me…" she muttered softly. She turned her head when she felt the bed shift beside her and Madeline lying beside her.

"I know Amelia, but we can't help it…" Madeline reached for Amelia's hand, grasping it with a soft squeeze before continuing, "But I'll always have your back, ok 'Melia? Even when you manage to set the whole kingdom on fire on your first day of ruling, I'll be right behind you with a bucket of water." She joked with a small smile. Amelia looked at her for a few seconds in confusion before she burst out laughing, rolling over to comfortably laugh into Madeline's shoulder.

"You're the best sis" Amelia finally managed to say when her laughter died down to a few giggles.

"I know" Madeline replied cockily with a small grin before joining her sister's laughter.

They both suddenly went silent when there was a knock at the door.


Anya was setting up the table when she suddenly heard the front door slam open, the sound of thudding heals sounding through her house and dashing to the kitchen where Anya and her brothers were about to set up for dinner before the "ruler" of the house came back.

"BOYS! BOYS!" the shrill shriek that could have been heard a mile away rang through. Ms. Winter nearly fell as she abruptly stopped at the entrance to the kitchen. "Boys, leave your plates alone and don't eat a bite, we are going out tonight!" she exclaimed, happily clapping her hands to herself. "Come immediately! We need to get you ready!" she continued.

Nikolai narrowed his eyes at her in confusion, "Ready for what, mother?" he asked.

Ms. Winter's face lit up as if he had just asked the magic question, "A ball!"

"A ball?" the others managed to ask in unison.

She nodded rapidly, "Yes, a ball! It seems that the princess is look for someone to wed and make a king!" she explained with glee.

Nikolai, much to her distress, immediately clung onto Anya and Dimitri just looked more curious than anything. After a few moments of silence, "Well, hurry up and get ready! It's tonight!" Ms. Winter ordered.

The boys immediately got up, and began their way out of the kitchen until they both suddenly paused in their steps. They both leaned in close, whispering to each other before they both turned around and went straight to Anya, pulling her up.

"W-what!?" she yelped at the sudden action.

"Come on Anya, you heard mother, there's going to be a ball! Nikolai and I have enough money to buy you a new dress for tonight as thank you for all the hard wo-"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" they all flinched when Ms. Winter squawked. "This… pest is not allowed to the ball. This is for proper folk, we don't want to ruin your chances with marrying the princess just because she finds out you boys are stuck with living with such a … ugh." She held her head up high before continuing, "Besides, she already made food. Someone has to eat it. She is staying."

Both brother's eyes widened and Anya lowered her head, knowing there was no way around it.

"But mother! Anya deserves to go out once in a while!" Nikolai tried to reason, Dimitri nodding at his side.

Ms. Winter groaned, "Look boys, I know you have a soft spot for this… orphan" she sneered, "But what I say goes, and she is staying. Now both of you get ready before I drag you out myself, we can't let go of the opportunity of having royalty in the family."

Nikolai and Dimitri looked like they were about to continue arguing until Anya spoke up, "Oh don't worry about me! I didn't want to go anyways; I was planning on visiting father's grave anyways! It's almost the anniversary of his death, and I want him to know I haven't forgotten him." she reassured with a small smile.

Nikolai looked like he was about to protest until Dimitri held a hand to his chest, "It's alright Nikolai, if that's her wish."

Nikolai opened his mouth again but shut it before hanging his head down in defeat, "Very well. But if you wish I would be more than happy to accompany big sister to-"

"Let it go Nikolai" Dimitri interrupted.

Anya laughed, "I'll be fine! Now you both better get ready before it becomes too late! We wouldn't want you to miss a chance to meet the princess! I heard she's absolutely divine!"

"No one is as pretty as big sister" Nikolai muttered but was whisked away along with Dimitri by their mother before he could continue.

"Come on, you heard her, little mongrel wants to stay. Now let's go get ready my precious princes!"

And with that, they left Anya alone to sit at the table, mindlessly picking at her food as she daydreamed of how marvelous the ball would be, and how she wished she too could go.


Amelia and Madeline both pushed themselves up again into sitting positions as they stared at the door.

"Doors open" Madeline said, way too quiet for anyone at the other side to hear. With a roll of her eyes, Amelia took a deep breath and, "THE DOOR IS OPEN!" she shouted.

The door was pushed open to reveal a short English man with notably thick eyebrows, their father. "Ah, good, you're both here. Don't have to make two trips then." He said, stepping in and pushing the door clothed behind them.

Amelia narrowed her eyes suspiciously; already suspecting whatever was going to come out of his mouth was not going to be good news.

"Girls, you need to get ready before the sun sets, we are holding a ball tonight." Madeline nodded obediently, but flinched slightly when Amelia spoke up.

"A ball!? In such short notice? What's the occasion old man?" she teased.

"That is exactly the occasion, I'm getting too old for you not to have a husband yet-"

"Awe come one, didn't we already finish this conversation today?" Amelia huffed.

"So you are picking a husband tonight, at the ball."

Both girls immediately stiffed at hearing that, both staring at their father incredulously in silence. After a few moments, Amelia began to nervously laugh, "Haha… good joke father! Man, you always look so serious, even when you're-"

"I'm completely serious Amelia. I've already sent out the invitations to every household of the kingdom with available males." He stated casually, "I expect you to dress in your best gown tonight and be polite to our gues-"

"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!" Amelia shouted, staring at Arthur with furious, slightly terrified, eyes. But Arthur brushed off her reaction and simply continued, "Be polite to our guests. I'll be back soon to make sure you're ready."

He was about to turn to leave before Amelia pushed herself off the bed, running after him and grasping onto his arm. "Father! You can't make me do this; I don't want to get married! I don't want to be a rul-"

"Don't finish that thought Amelia; you know very well you have no choice. We need an heir to the throne when you and I both pass, and I won't be able to sleep at rest until I know you will have a child and this kingdom won't go to ruins at my passing some day." He turned back to face her, resting his hands on her shoulders and," I love you very much Amelia, but we both know-"

Amelia shoved him away, turning around refusing to let him see her face. When silence passed between them and Arthur was sure she had no more to say, he sighed and turned away. "Please, don't hate me for this…" he whispered before opening the door and slipping out again in silence, the door shutting behind him.

Madeline got off of her bed and slowly walked to Amelia whose head hung down low refusing to look at her yet. " 'Melia?" she whispered, "Are you alright?"

Amelia's shoulders rose as she took in a deep breath, and when she finally looked up she gave Madeline the brightest smile she could muster. "I'm A-OK! I mean, I'm not the first to have to do this, can't be too bad, right?" she asked, clenching her fists to her side tightly. "Right…?" she whispered, smile wavering.

Madeline looked at the floor, sighing softly. "Right…" she finally reassured, truly having no idea and knowing Amelia knew she had no idea, but saying it none the less knowing it would calm Amelia down.

Amelia nodded, taking another deep breath before nodding to herself. "Alright Madeline, we have a party to get ready for!" she shouted, pumping a fist up in the air.

Madeline smiled, "Yes!" she answered back, yelping when Amelia suddenly grabbed her arm and dragged her away with promises of making her the 'prettiest perfectess princess' there is.


Anya buttoned the last of her coat buttons as she stepped out the front door, shutting the door behind her with a swift swing of her boot. She started down the familiar trail down the forest, lined by large pine trees towering over her.

She walked down the path slowly, staring up at stars between the trees that made the illusion of a path of stars in the sky from this view. It didn't take her long to arrive to her destination, a small cemetery sitting in the clearing.

She had a sorrow smile as she approached the statue of a praying angel that marked the spot where her father and true mother now lied to rest forever side by side. She knelt down before it, for once not holding in the tears that ran down her cheeks.

"I miss you guys" she whispered, leaning over to softly run her fingers through the engraving.

She spent the next 10 minutes discussing idle things to the gravestone, looking up at the sky as she filled in her father with everything that was happening, stopping once in a while to compose herself again before continuing.

"And tonight there is going to be a ball…" she whispered, "And my brothers and Ms. Winter will be attending too!" she smiled fondly, "I know you would have taken me had you been here… you guys always liked taking me to festivals and events in town before you died, mom." She giggled, "Mom liked that best about you, dad… I'm sure you're both together now, having a grand time in the afterlife."

She sighed, "It's too bad you can be here to take me…" she finished, leaning back on her hands as she let her mind wander to her own imagination of how the ball would be.

She was broken out of her reverie when a large flash of light streaked through the night sky, "A shooting star!" she exclaimed excitedly, pushing herself up onto her knees again.

She smiled at the memories of her father always encouraging her to make wishes to shooting stars, claiming that they passed by to collect all the wishes of people on their way to the heavens, and would personally deliver your wishes.

She quickly shut her eyes, clasping her hands together and took a deep breath, "I wish… I wish to go to the ball." She whispered.

She kept her eyes shut tightly for a minute, half expecting to be magically teleported to it. But when she peered an eye open, she was slightly disappointed she was still in the same spot.

She laughed at herself, "Guess that didn't work" she murmured to herself. She wasn't really expecting it to, but it was nice to pretend for a few minutes…

She plopped herself back down on the grass, still wanting to spend a bit more time talking with her parents before the cold froze her finger tips off, but was interrupted by a large figure falling from the sky and slamming into the ground just a few feet away.

Anya shrieked, quickly scampering away from the twitching figure on the floor. "W-what is that!?" she screamed, reaching around herself in search of something to use as a weapon in case the thing attacked. She quickly grasped onto a handle of something behind her as she stared down at the moving and groaning mound on the floor.

"D-damn it, I always miss the landing!" the pile mumbled. Now that Anya got a closer look at it, she noticed it had the shape of a human.

The figure began coughing and spitting out, "Agh! Always a mouth full of dirt, I swear I'm quitting this job!" it complained as it pushed itself up on its arms and poked its head out of the long grass that surrounded it.

He shook his head, snow white head of wild hair following the movement before he began searching his surroundings, his glowing red eyes stopped when they reached Anya.

A grin broke through his face and he hopped up again as if nothing had happened, he began skipping towards Anya who still sat shaking on the ground, "Hello! I am the awesome Gilbert, your fairy-AGH!" he fell backwards when Anya had suddenly pulled out an old shovel from behind her and swung it at his face. "GET AWAY YOU WEIRDO!" she shouted, eyes wide and threatening.

Gilbert groaned on the floor, reaching up to softly touch his nose and whined when he removed his hand to see blood. "Damn it, I always get the violent ones! You'd think they'd give me a break after the run in with the pan-wielding Hungarian I had to deal with last week!"

Anya raised a brow, why was he talking to himself? Was he ok in the head? More importantly, why did he literally fall from the sky?

Gilbert pushed himself up to his knees and raised his hands up, "I come in peace, or whatever. Look, I'm not here to hurt you." He said, looking at the shovel wielding arm that Anya still held up defensively.

Anya narrowed her eyes at him, "Then what do you want? And why do you have the appearance of a demon?"

"I'm you fai- wait, demon? Really? And to think I'm here to grant you a wish, and I'm treated like a monster!" he shouted, face palming himself. "OW OW OW! Damn it, I forgot you BROKE my nose! Damn women…" he muttered.

Anya continued to stare at him in confusion, but unyielding eyes that showed she was ready to fight him at any moment. Gilbert sighed realizing he'd have to be extra careful with this one.

He pushed himself up slowly, "Just look" he explained as he turned around.

"Look at wha-"Anya's eyes widened, her mouth falling open in shock. On the strange man's back, a set of large white butterfly-like wings were protruding from his back. Gilbert grinned to himself, yes, his awesome wings have stunned another woman to complete silence once aga-!

Anya burst out laughing. He whipped around to find her bent over, laughing while pointing at him. "Are you a butterfly man!?" she laughed, "Oh I am so sorry for hitting you, I did not know I was in the presence of a-"

"I'M NOT A BUTTERFLY MAN! AND IF YOU KEEP THAT UP I WON'T GRANT YOU YOUR WISH, YOU UNGRATEFUL WOMAN!" Gilbert screamed, cheeks flushed in embarrassment as he tried to keep reminding himself that his wings were the best strong, independent wings in the world, and he don't need no woman.

That last comment seemed to quiet Anya down, "My… wish?" she asked.

Gilbert rolled his eyes, "Of course! All you people are the same, attacking me and being mean until I mention your stinkin' wishes and suddenly you turn into little angels! Unbelievable!" he shouted before crossing his arms and taking a deep sigh. "But yes, as I was trying to say earlier… it is I! Gilbert! Your fairy god mother!" he reached into his white robe and threw out a handful of glittering dust into the wind.

Anya gaped at him incredulously, her mind going at a million miles an hour. 'It worked!? The shooting star worked!?' she mentally screamed as her head went through all dozens of other thoughts. But in her dazed state, she only managed to voice one.

"Fairy god… Mother?"

"GAAH!" Gilbert groaned in annoyance. "Just… just shut up you big meanie!" he shouted.


Note: A wild Gil fairy has arrived!

So, how does it seem so far? Reviews are much appreciated; especially constructive criticism if you have any to offer! I'm on a roll writing multi-chapter lesbian Hetalia fics OvO where all the fellow lesbian Hetalia fans? It's a lonely road, yo. Let us join hands and sing together. All dozen of us.