Well, as much as I would like too, I do not own Hetalia XP
And if there is any mistakes in this a apolozise
In a world similar to our own, and yet so very different, a kingdom resided. In this kingdom the ruler, a kind and powerful king, was almost on his death bed. He was determined to prepare his son to become king before he was no longer able to even get out of bed. However, there was a slight... problem.
His son had no desire to be king. All he wanted to do was goof off, singing with his band, eat horribly unhealthy food, and lord knows all the stuff teenagers do. Well, he was only seventeen going on eighteen.
He couldn't really blame him. At that age everyone just wants to have fun.
But who else was there to take the throne?
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The royal adviser, a sophisticated looking aristocrat with dark, tidy hair that had a cute curl, and deep purple eyes, sighed and pushed his glasses back up. Where was that over-hyper, self-proclaimed hero of a prince?
"Let's see..." Roderich sighed, crossing his arms. He stood now in the center of the courtyard, the sun shining down on him, the four small ponds on either side of the four paths that lead to the large circle in the center that he was currently standing on, made the light cast strange shapes along the walls and on him. To the servents and soldiers who cared to look, he looked rather dazziling.
Just then he spotted the castle steward, Francis Bonnefoy, walking his way. He was carrying a folder, looking threw it, probably planning for the up coming spring festival. The held it every year as soon as it was warm enough to be outside even during the night and the flowers were in bloom. The queen, when she was alive, insisted it be held around the time her apple trees had blossemed with little white flowers all over. Francis had a habbit of strictly following that even after the Queens unexpected death ten years ago.
Roderich ran over to him, "Good day, Bonnefoy. You haven't happened to see the prince anywhere by any chance, have you?"
The blonde man shook his head, "Non, I have been to preoccupied."
"Alright... thank you. Carry on." The adviser stated before hurrying on his way.
Francis shook his head. So much was laid down on the poor boy so suddently, why couldn't Roderich leave him be for once? Then again, the prince did have a nack for running off when the adviser needed him most. Laughing to himself, Francis continued on his way to the kitchen.
Roderich found himself heading to the stables. Maybe he was there. Upon entering he found one of the stable boys, a somewhat odd blonde named Feliks, brushing a pony. Roderich walked over to him, "You, stable boy!"
"Hm?" Feliks looked up from what he was doing. Upon seeing the royal adviser he smiled, "You are, like, looking for the prince, am I right?"
"Yes! Was he here?"
"Yeah, he was. Came in, like, an hour ago and set out on horse back." The boy told him, turning his attention back to the horse.
Roderich felt his eye twitch. Oh... his nerves.
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Alfred yawned and stretched his arms. He was quite far from the castle now, he could see it over the treetops. Strange... it seemed so much smaller from over here.
He leaned his head back against the large oak. The blonde's mind began to wander. Why was his father so intent on him being prepared to take the throne? He didn't even WANT to be king. He'd much rather be a hero. He'd rather be out there helping people, not stuck in a castle telling other people to save them. As much as he liked everyone having to listen to his ideas, it wasn't worth it. He wanted to be a hero. To be a king AND a hero, that would be hard. He would probably have to, like, die or something.
So not on his list of things to do.
With a sigh he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Who was he kidding? He had to be king. There was no other option. He was the only heir to the throne. If something were to happen and he weren't to become king, then the kingdom would be thrown into war.
He wouldn't allow other's to die because of him. He was a hero, after all.
With a frustrated sigh he got up and found his horse, the got on. He then headed back to the castle, making sure to go the long way to annoy the royal adviser Roderich Edelstein.
Damn that guy had become like... his babysitter since his father got sick.
Though... it was kinda funny.
Okay, so, this is my first ever story to go on the internet. It's kinda creepy O.O
But, anyway, please review, I even welcome flames XP
The second chapter will probably have Arthur in it.
Anyway, til next time. ^^
