Disclaimer: Me and own anything? Pffff, yeah right XDD No own nothing!
Warnings: Yaoi (boyXboy); fairytales; Russia; in some cases there might be character deaths; nation names used (but real names too sometimes); in some chapters Prussia, Belarus and Romano; language; eventual RusAm
A/N: This story came to me when I was reading fairytales~! 8D Hah, yeah, anyway, as you can see, it's got fairytales in it, but America isn't an actual character. That means; he sometimes plays as the main character, but has no idea what's going on. Practically, he knows about the fairytales (most of them anyway) and knows what to do there, but has no recollection of how he got there in the first place. Haha, confused yet? Yeah, me too~!
Every chapter will have a different fairytale and it will gradually work up to being a RusAm story. In the end though, America will surely return to his own place and time. I guarantee it! :D Not too sure about how America will feel about Russia then, but meh... we'll see!
Fairytale
Chapter 1 - Hansel and Gretel
"Ow, owowowow... Okay, I guess waking up today isn't an option." America wished he could stay in this bed forever; his entire body felt like hell and he didn't feel like going to the meeting today. It wouldn't be the first time he'd miss a meeting after all; on some days he forgets to put the alarm clock on, to finally wake up at 4 pm, when the meeting is over. Today he didn't really care if he would be late. After all, he'll get up soon... sometime... in the near future anyway.
Life wasn't so kind to him, as he felt something shake him, trying to get him awake. "Syestra, syestra! Wake up! Mama wants us to help her."
America pushed the offending hand away and whined, "I feel tired! Just a few more minutes." ...Did he just say mama?
"Syestra, please. Mama will be angry." America was starting to awaken the more the other person talked. His voice sounded gentle, but also... childish.
"Russia." America growled, eyes still closed and back turned to the other, "Get out of my house. It's still too early for the meeting." Had he actually bothered to look at the clock, he would've seen that it was half past twelve at the moment.
"Syestra, mama will come looking for us soon. She will get angry, da."
America, finally understanding that sleep wasn't an option anymore, rubbed his eyes and sat up. He stared at Russia blankly, half-wondering what the other nation was doing here and half-wondering why he looked so... different. He was wearing a grey old shirt and blue shorts with holes in them. America felt a cold shiver run down his spine the further he examined the other. He looked like he hadn't bathed in weeks and his silver-blonde hair was smudged and messy. And he suddenly looked awfully young too.
"R-Russia, what happened?" America was in shock. Why did Russia look like that? What happened? A war that left him in such a bad situation? Economy crisis?
Russia blinked and said, "Mama is waiting for us. Get dressed quickly, da?" He stood up and left, leaving America very confused. It was then that America noticed where he was. A hut of some sort... and he had no idea where the hell this was. It looked so worn out and battered that it couldn't be called a house anymore.
Finding nothing but a dirty old dress, America put it on. He didn't really like it, but he had no other choice when he looked around. Still wondering about the conversation he'd had with Russia, he made his way outside. It was sunny and quite beautiful, but what really got America's attention was England. He wasn't small, like Russia, but rather looked like America remembered him; in his right size (because America refuses to call him tall), but he too was wearing old, battered clothes. He was chopping down trees nearby.
America's eyes traveled to see that Russia and another woman (quite tall) were helping him collect the wood together in a large pile.
He didn't get to stare too much, as the woman turned around and yelled, "America, come here! Honestly, sleeping the whole day away when you could be helping us bring the bread on table." Now that America saw the woman, he recognised her as Hungary.
No way! Hungary as Engand's wife?! Hah! America almost laughed out loud. He didn't actually know if Hungary was England's wife or not, but the way things were, it sure looked like it.
"Oi, England! Finally decided to get married huh? Didn't think you'd choose anyone besides France." He yelled, holding his stomach from the laughter. He stopped when he saw the glare England sent him though, clearly saying 'Another word and you're gonna wish you were never attached to your leg'. Hungary, not really paying attention to what America was saying, said, "Stop talking nonsense and come quickly! We barely have anything to eat, so we must work extra hard."
Mildly curious about this whole situation, America went to the others and started to help them collect the wood in a pile. A few hours later America started to feel slightly tired and asked, "Na, England, I wanna eat something for breakfast." He stared up at England expectantly and then noticed something. Like the fact that he was staring up at England, rather than down to him. He blinked and looked over himself, finding himself roughly the size of Russia right now. It puzzled him beyond belief and was about to ask something about it, when Hungary cut him off, "You missed breakfast because of your sleeping. It's time for lunch." Hungary said curtly and took a glance at England, who finally stopped his chopping.
England smiled, crouched down to America and pat him on the head, saying, "We have only one more loaf of bread left, America. I'm sorry we don't have more, but try to share with your brother, okay?" He stared at the other two fondly and said, "Let's take a break then, if America feels so weary. After all, he hasn't even eaten breakfast yet."
America was still curious about what was going on and was about to ask England what was going on, when he saw Hungary again. No, he wouldn't like Hungary overhearing what he was talking to England. His next choice was Russia, who wasn't so tall that he'd have to yell out loud, so he leaned closer to him and quietly asked, "Na, Russia, what's going on? Why are England and Hungary acting like a married couple and why are we two so young?"
Russia stared at America, confused, before he said, "What are you talking about, America? Don't you remember? Ever since papa married that woman, we've been poor. And what do you mean by young?" Russia cocked his head to the side and stared at America silently.
America stared at Russia and said, "What do you mean by that? Last thing I remember was that... huge economy crisis and... everything just went wrong." He frowned. He couldn't really remember anything else.
"Syestra, I think you are still too tired. Come on, let's go eat lunch and go back to work.
...What does syestra mean anyway?!
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It was night time. America was lying in a bed he, supposedly, shared with Russia who was, supposedly, his older brother. This whole thing seemed so out of place. Like something out of a fairy tale. He wanted to laugh at his stupidity though. That is, until he heard Hungary begin speaking from hers and England's bed. There was no wall between them and America, and even though Hungary was whispering, he heard everything quite clearly.
"England. We have only half a bread left. We have to do something and quick. Soon we will die like this."
"Hungary, what do you suggest we do?"
America turned his head to see that Russia was awake too, listening in on the conversation.
"I suggest we take the kids far into the woods. We'll make a fire for them and give each a bit of bread. Then we'll go to work and leave them there. They wont find their way back home and we're rid of them for good."
"Oh no, we can't do that. I don't want to leave America and Russia behind." England said, but his wife kept on bothering about it, until he agreed.
America felt the back of his mind kick him for some reason. There was something strange and familiar about this all.
Russia smiled at America and said softly, "Syestra, go to sleep, da? Don't be sad, we'll get out of this."
America though, couldn't fall asleep. For some reason his mind kept nagging on him, telling him to think! Think harder! A few moments of nothing he finally fell in to a restless sleep.
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The next morning came too soon, as their, supposed, mother woke them up hastily, "Get up, you two. We have to go to work." She gave both of them a bit of bread and said, "This is for lunch. Don't eat it now, because you wont get any more."
America sleepily walked after them all and wanted to stab Hungary for making them wake up before the sun had even come out. But the more he walked, the more he began to wonder... Would England really do something like this? Leave them out in the woods, all alone? He scowled; of course he wouldn't. This is some kind of a parallel universe or something.
He scratched the back of his head absently and stared at Russia, who seemed to be in deep thought. Suddenly, America got a great idea and took out his bread. He started making a small trail of them. Russia, noticing what he was doing, went to walk in front of America to shield him from their parents' gazes.
It didn't take long for them to get to the center of the forest and England said, "Now, bring me some wood so I can make you a fire. Then you wont get cold." America and Russia complied and went looking for small sticks. After a while they made it back to England, who smiled warmly and made a fire for them. A bit later he stood up and said, "Me and mom will go working now. When we get done, we'll come after you."
America snorted and wanted to say, 'I hardly doubt that' but stopped himself in the last moment. Instead he sat down next to Russia and waited. At noon Russia took out his bread and gave half of it to America, because America had used up all of his. After that, still hearing how England was cutting down the trees, they fell asleep.
When they woke up it was completely black. America shivered from the cold and frowned, "I can't believe they really left us. That damn England..." He grumbled under his breath and started to look around for his bread-trail. The full moon was shining brightly, so it it wasn't that hard to see, but America still couldn't find his trail.
Russia sighed and said, "The birds and animals must've eaten it all. Come on, maybe we can find the way back home ourselves, da?"
They walked for the whole night and the day after that, but only managed to find themselves deeper in it. On the third day they felt awfully tired already and their legs barely held them up anymore. Luckily though, America spotted a white bird on a tree branch, singing.
"Hey, maybe we should follow that bird?" America said happily and Russia nodded weakly. They followed the bird, until they got to a huge, beautiful house. It smelled so nice that America quickly went to it and sniffed it. Finally getting that it indeed was food, he started eating the house, not caring how it would look afterwards. Russia too went to eat the candy house and soon they were both almost full.
Suddenly the door opened and out walked Belarus, eyes wide and red.
America almost choked on his cookie and stared at Belarus. The girl though, only smiled and said, "Come in, my children. Why are you outside in the cold. Come, come!" She led them inside and gave them a proper lunch, with cake and milk.
And that was when it hit America like a fish in the face; this was a fairytale! Hansel and Gretel, to be specific. America felt his blood run cold and he thought frantically how he got here and how to get out of here. He got zero on the 'how he got here' part. And he guessed that he would get out of it when the fairytale would end happily, so all he had to do was act like in the book. He relaxed and chuckled slightly; this was easy.
The next day he woke up to Belarus shaking him awake, "Come now! You have to wake up and start training your brother. When he's all muscly and handsome, then I will rape him~!"
America stared blankly at Belarus, who continued to dance in her own little happy world. "Aren't you... Russia's sister?" He asked.
Belarus stopped fooling around and stared at America silently, before she asked, "...What the hell are you talking about boy... girl... transvestite.. ugh, whatever! Go train your brother, until he looks almost edible."
America thought that it wasn't necessary, when he saw Belarus start drooling and her eyes gloss over. Nevertheless, he went inside the cell Russia was put into, but didn't lift even one finger to train him. He told everything to Russia, who choked on his own breath and said, "I don't want to be raped! We have to get out of here!"
America grinned and said, "Don't worry! I'm the hero! Luckily, I know how the story goes, so all I have to do is throw that witch in a stove and we'll be free! Neat plan, huh?"
Russia smiled slightly and said, "You always were smarter than me, syestra."
America felt his cheeks burn slightly, but brushed it off. The next few hours he told everything there was to tell about his world and asked if he knew what was going on. Russia, though sceptical at first, knew nothing and solemnly said, "Sadly, I don't know anything about your world. I don't think you made that story up yourself, but it sounds..."
"So unbelievable? Yeah," America snorted, "Believe me, where I come from, England is anything but married to Hungary. If anything, then he was married to France sometime..."
"France?" Russia cocked his head to the side, "France is the king in this world."
America laughed, "Really? Him?! I bet he's got an alliance with Belarus here."
"Before Hungary came, he wanted to marry England, but he turned him down."
America was in a new fit of laughter, but almost immediately stopped, when the cell opened and Belarus told him to get out.
The next few weeks were uneventful. America kept training Russia and Belarus was puzzled why Russia didn't seem to get more fit and handsome. Finally she had enough though and said, "America, get my bed ready. I'm taking Russia, whether he's ready or not."
It was then that America began to feel nervous. He looked behind Belarus to see the oven all heated up for the dinner and he grinned, "Of course, but first I want to get the dinner done. Would you come over here and help me see if it's hot enough?" He pulled Belarus by her dress to the Oven. Belarus went closer to it and without warning, America pushed her into the oven. Feeling slightly guilty about that, he soon forgot about it, as he went to help Russia get out of the cell.
They spent half of the day packing sweets for their trip and they finally went to find their home. A day later they found their home. Their father was inside, looking miserable and drunk, but when he saw them, he immediately jumped up and rushed to hug them both. "Oh I'm so sorry for what I did to your two! I thought you were dead! Oh, I'm so sorry!"
America pulled back from England, a frown on his face, "You've been drinking again. And where's Hungary?"
"Shut up, idiot!" England said, half-playfully and then added, "Hungary died from a sickness. I'm now... going to marry... France."
America snorted and tried to keep his laughter inside, but England still saw it and angrily hit him on the head, "Idiot! It's not like I wanted to! It's just that he'll be able to give us a better life, than what we have right now!" Even though England was annoyed with America, he happily sent them to bed and said, "Life will get better from now on, children."
With that in mind, America fell asleep, feeling better than he had in centuries.
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Syestra - сестра - sister