(A/N: Started on May 22, 2015 after watching many random Hetalia cosplay videos.

Well actually, not really—I've had this idea for a long time but never really bothered putting this into words because I was too lazy and stuff and yeah…

Oh yeah—there's only light fluff in this, much feelz, a certain character being an asshole, tragedy, forbidden love, meh what the heck. Use of human names—the way they speak [their accents] may be off since because I don't really want to include that, but I'll try. Uhh, yeah, set back in like medieval times—whatever, it's just set back during a time when there were kingdoms and stuff and yeah.

I can write light fluff, not hardcore yaoi—I'd rather die.

But thanks to Hetalia, I am seriously considering cosplaying as China, getting a "Made in China" stamp and just going around stamping everyone with it because WHY THE HECK NOT?

Anywho~ Let's get the show on the road, shall we?)

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There once was a man—deemed as a country's most dangerous outlaw. What crimes he had committed against the country, the kingdom that ruled over the land imprisoned him for it. His execution was due to happen, but delayed when the country that imprisoned him went to war with another. It was not until the war was finally over—with both kingdoms deciding on making a peace treaty by proposing a marriage—that the outlaw's execution was set out. However, due to a wily trick, the outlaw managed to escape…and by luck, run into the country's prince. The two's encounter will soon turn out to be…

"Goddammit! H-How the hell did I get into this mess?" The outlaw stumbled a bit in the darkness of the night, struggling to escape the castle grounds.

The entire castle was massive, making up nearly a quarter of the entire kingdom itself. He was pretty sure that despite having escaped and on the run for about half an hour now, he was highly doubtful that he had even gone halfway. It was probably because, even if it was nighttime, he was still very cautious on where he went, and also not to mention that the castle was confusing as hell! Where he had escaped from into the open night sky, he found himself in the center of the castle, immediately ducking for cover as guards for the nightly patrol came walking over. Even now, he was still within the castle itself, the proud, tall towers surrounding him.

Every time a guard passed by, or a whole brigade of them for whatever reason, he held his breath, ducked out of sight, and hoped for the best. Not only were there guards on foot, but also ones watching from the towers. Even if this country had just gone to war with another, that doesn't mean their defenses back at their strongholds had been weakened or decreased, proving their strengths.

"Damn it all!" Not only did he need to watch out for the guards, but his slow pace was also due to his numerous injuries, inflicted upon him during his imprisonment.

Blades taken to his skin, his body stretched, subjugated to water torture, whatever it took to break him. However, he just merely took it all, all the time keeping a straight face as they had their way with him, he refused to let them destroy him, not while he had been so wrongly accused. As he was distracted with his thoughts, he suddenly heard the hooves of many horses nearing, shouts of men. Looking back, he saw a troop of soldiers riding towards him, torches held in their hands.

Panicking, he thought he had been found and quickly ran, not caring where he was going as long as he could get away. Not bothering to look back, he ran around the castle, probably in circles for all he knew. Still, the troop of soldiers could be heard, only causing his fear to stir more. Cursing to himself, he looked around, finally resorting to hide somewhere. His eyes searched around hungrily, desperate for somewhere to hide.

Then there it was: a fence of some sort. Though it was made of metal and the tops were topped with spikes, it was fairly set short into the ground. The outlaw smirked, a grim determined look on his face as he ran faster. Then, using the last bit of energy he had, he jumped over the fence, crashing down into soft greenery on the otherside. Though he was winded, he quickly got up, running deeper into the other side.

How long he ran, he didn't know. Even when the sounds of the horses and soldiers had gone, he continued to run, tripping in bushes and occasional tree roots. After what seemed like a mile, he finally came to a stop, collapsing in the dirt altogether. It took him a few minutes to catch his breath, just laying there as he did so. Taking a look at his surroundings, he realized that, for now, he had no more fear of running away. Around him, he was surrounded by numerous, tall trees, shrubbery, and other sources of Mother Nature.

For sure, no one would be able to see or find him.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" A voice spoke up from behind him—or more like up behind.

Whirling around quickly, the outlaw's eyes darted around anxiously, feeling jumpy, "Up here, idiot." He looked up.

A young man was gazing down at him from a balcony, leaning against it. He had a rather bored look on his face as he gazed down at the outlaw, not seeming to be the least alarmed at the sight of a stranger, tattered and with dried blood on him, emerging seemingly from nowhere. The outlaw couldn't help feel a little attracted to the other male's looks, admitting to himself that he had a rather handsome face.

The young man had messy, short blonde hair like the outlaw's, though he was sure that he looked worse for wear. He also had bright, iridescent green eyes, framed with rather bushy, blonde eyebrows. Besides the bored look on his face, there was also a slight scowl pulling at his lips. The outlaw merely gazed back up at him, not bothering to hide the awed look on his face.

"Who are you?" His tone was sharp with him, though the outlaw could tell he wasn't trying to be rude.

Smiling slightly, the outlaw tried smoothing down his disheveled hair, only a single cowlick popping up. His own blue eyes challenged the other's green ones, then he allowed a faint smirk cross his lips, "Why would it matter? I'm surprised in the least that you don't recognize me at least."

The other laughed, propping his arms on the edge of the balcony, leaning his head against one, "Frankly, I don't know what goes on in this damn place, no one tells me anything. Just a few days ago, I heard about that cursed marriage proposal between this kingdom and another—the one we raged war upon. Ironic, isn't it?"

The outlaw nodded, feeling strangely at ease, "Then if I told you who I was, you'll regret ever meeting me."

"I'd like to see you try. Only person I ever regret meeting is the one I'm forced to be betrothed to." He sighed, tapping a finger impatiently on the marble surface of the balcony.

Seeing that he was unrelenting, the outlaw sighed in defeat, "Alright fine. I'll introduce myself." The other looked down at him, looking expectant.

Posing dramatically, with a hand on his hip and the other held out with his thumb up, he said to the other, "My name is Alfred F. Jones, your supposed 'most dangerous' criminal in your kingdom at the moment."

A brief moment of surprise passed the other's face, only to be masked by another bored look from the other, "Well then, Mr. Dangerous Criminal, I'm Arthur Kirkland, Prince of this country."

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(A/N: Eh eh? What? Why is it so short? I don't know, I was bored and just wrote this randomly on the spur of the moment. So really I don't know what the point of this was either. Oh well, hope you liked it~

And I can't exactly put America's "Dude!" or his usual phrases because like, this is set back in a kingdom-based, medieval time? Sooo, meh, or I shouldn't try so hard on this. I don't know anymore…

So yeah uhh, follow and fave both this story and me for other random fanfics soon to come~! )

~~~This is Tsunami signing off~~~