Prince Arthur 'Tsundere' Kirkland's Tale
Once upon a time, there was a kingdom ruled by a queen, whose real name never really was revealed. The queen had a son, Prince Arthur, who would one day rule the kingdom.
It was foretold by the great[ly drunk] prophet, Gilbert, who saw that Arthur would grow into the largest tsundere ever, and would marry the one who could make him say 'baka' thirty times. The queen, needing her son to marry soon, had then decided to post a challenge, stating whoever could make her son say 'baka' thirty times would be the one to marry him.
This is where the fun begins.
The first prince was from the distant kingdom of Russia, Prince Ivan. Unfortunately, before Ivan could even have a conversation with Arthur, he was quickly scared off when he had found his sister, the heir to the kingdom of Belarus, had followed him there.
The second prince came from an even father and larger kingdom, China. Prince Yao was from a foreign land, and couldn't speak much English. Thus, Arthur could barely understand what Prince Yao said, with his thick accent and all, and kicked him out.
The third prince was Prince Francis of France, both charming and perverted. He was so close to marrying Arthur, having been called a 'baka' by him a mere twenty eight times. Arthur had called him other names, from being called a frog to a bloody wanker, and acted more tsundere than usual. Unfortunately, Francis just didn't have enough charm to break away the 'tsun' nature of Arthur, and left.
Prince Feliciano from the kingdom of Italy tried to charm Arthur as well, with his kind nature and looks, anybody would have been lucky to marry him. Alas, he kept saying 'Ve~' which annoyed Arthur enough to send Feliciano packing. But don't worry; he eventually got married to the Prince of Germany.
By the time the fifth prince, Prince Antonio, was sent away, the Queen was getting worried. She was really starting to regret trusting the old, drunk prophet.
And then, Prince Alfred of America came to court Arthur. By the time he came, the queen was having doubts that he would have a chance of even getting Arthur to look at him.
Well, she was proven wrong.
"Baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka baka! Alfred you bloody wanker!" Arthur was running around chasing Alfred, who had spilled his tea all over him. He may have been pissed off, but the Queen was overjoyed to finally find Arthur a husband.
The wedding was grand, even though Arthur didn't even like Alfred all that much; he still went along with the marriage. Although, Alfred's best man was nowhere to be in sight. They all just assumed the floating polar bear with the bow tie was the best man. Poor Mathew…
And they all lived happily ever after…?
A/N: Man, I needed to get this story out of my head before I forgot. I may make this a series of oneshots, someday…
