"A Written Tale"
Summary: Whoever thought that the castle Arthur borrowed still had it's magic on? Certainly not these Nations. Various pairings included.
A/N: This fanfic is more of a practice fic for characterizations and details since, it was my first time attempting to write them in a somewhat serious and detailed fanfiction. Pairings include: FrUK, JapAmerica, RoChu, GerIta, AustriaxHungary. Oh and a bit of Canada and Spamano in the end.
DISCLAIMER: None of the characters mentioned in this fic is mine. And yes, I do not own Snow White as well. Characters used © Hidekaz Himaruya.
Terms of Copyrights: Well, this is only my practice fic and I've designed this thing to have some unexplained details here and there. You are free to use said plot PROVIDING that you give credits to this fic. That's all and enjoy this fic.
~Prologue~ Once Upon A Tale
Everyone expected that England had this "Royal Blood" in him flowing in his veins. Although, no one had expected for England to actually 'borrow' (as he dubbed it) someone else's castle for the sake of celebrating World Peace. An added bonus as to why he didn't particularly invite every nation in his castle. The obvious answer?
"Because I only chose you gits for 3 reasons. One, I know you the most. Two, I believe that you guys know how to behave yourselves properly and Three, because all of you would probably agree." The English man replied to all of his guest, eyeing the marvel of the castle once more.
"Ahh, Angleterre, we wouldn't careless about why you invited us. What we wanted to know is that HOW you got this castle in the first place," France paused for a moment to let England talk only to cut him.
"Oh and don't get us started with 'You getting a Royal Bloodline and inheriting this castle' junk." France closed his eyes as the rest nodded in agreement. With this, England sighed in defeat as he proceeded to tell his side.
"You wouldn't believe this but, I borrowed this castle from Snow White." England explained as the rest just stared at him, both in confusion and in disbelief.
"So, you mean to tell us you borrowed this castle from a fictional character that only you can interact with?" Austria seemed to read the thoughts of the people in the room and asked England.
"Look, you can keep asking me how and I'll just answer the same thing. Now, why don't we just start the bloody party already?" England was irritated that no one believed his story. They were just too hard-headed to not see his creatures.
The party was a success. Soon, it was six o'clock in the evening and it was slowly getting later by every second. At that time, the guests and England himself was getting a bit restless or just plain bored.
"Anou, Iggy-san, may I excuse myself from the crowd?" Japan had asked the gentleman who understood the situation and nodded. After the Japanese man was out of sight, America also excused himself and ran after said Japanese man.
A little while and Russia asked to excuse him and China saying that he needed a talk with the Chinese. Italy whined at Germany since he was hungry and wanted pasta thus, the two proceeded to the kitchen. Hungary just left without a word making Austria ran after her.
The ballroom, which was a little earlier the main attraction of the party, was left with two people. Namely, a certain Francis Bonnefoy and Arthur Kirkland.
The party had died out. It was a quiet night. Everyone left the room for other more interesting stuff to them. Everyone except the two rivals. The still air in the room made it hard for either of them to actually start a simple conversation. This just added to the tension developing within the two.
"You know Angleterre, I—" Francis was cut off due to something not even Arthur himself would have guessed.
~End of Prologue~ Thus, the story begins.
A/N: Well, Prologue done. Next chapters are based each from the separating pairs. Also, at this point, I'll start referring them to their human names. Angleterre is French for "England". A special sneak preview on chapter one:
"Ahh, Angleterre, instead of moping there why wont we just enjoy the miracle while we still can?~" Francis asked the disappointed Arthur as said man sighed in defeat.
"Why the long face? Don't tell me an English Gentleman can't dance a simple waltz?" Francis switched his face from a small smile to a playful grin.
"Me? WALTZ? Bring it on wanker." Arthur took the French's challenge as the two began to waltz around the room.