I'm just a busy busy duck, nee? So, I've started to write some Hetalia stuff because I totally don't do enough of that. I'm sorry for bashing France, really, I am...but I'll make it up to you in another fic coming up real soon!
You could say she was caught in a pretty bad situation.
Who is she, you ask? She's one of the little lovebirds of this tale, Elizabeth Kirkland. Now, Elizabeth was a princess, much like most girls in most stories. She had found her prince charming, Francis Bonnefoy, and was happy. No, not happy. She didn't really love him, but the law of the land constituted that she be married to a blood prince. So, happy was not the word.
He did not want her to catch him staring. Her beauty was captivating. Oh, how he wanted her. To his dismay, she was to be married soon. But he loved her all the same. Alfred Jones, the second lovebird of this tale, would capture Elizabeth's heart.
She could see him walk in her direction through the crowded room. He bowed. "Princess..."
"Pauper," she replied. He stood full height.
"You look beautiful tonight."
"You know Francis will kill you if he spots you here."
"I can't bear not talking to you, Elizabeth."
"We are of different bloodlines, Alfred."
"And so what? Break the rules!"
"I will do no such thing! I have a duty to my people. Know your place, Alfred."
A few onlookers turned their heads because they wanted to hide their dismay. Alfred looked away. He remained silent, then took off. She knew she had broken his heart.
He sat on a rock and tossed pebbles into the darkened water, watching the moonlight ripple. "You look troubled."
Alfred remained vigilant on the water. "No, not troubled."
"What then?" his friend Ludwig asked.
"Heartbroken."
"Is she really worth your time?"
"You don't understand...I love her. She makes herself love Francis, that's not how love should be."
"She's to be married soon."
"Yeah...I only wish I could change her mind."
Ludwig patted his shoulder. "Good luck, my friend...I must return to my own lady..."
He was left alone once again.
She stared out her window at the moon high in the sky. She heard a rustling below, and she looked down. "A-Alfred!"
"Shh...be quiet..."
"What are you doing here?" She asked in a harsh whisper. He scaled the wall to her balcony. She opened the door and walked out. He sat on the edge. "Elizabeth...I don't know what to do. I really love you, but you're about to throw your life away to a man you don't even love!"
"What is your reason for loving me, Alfred?"
"Because you're beautiful, and intelligent, and you deserve better than Prince Bonnefoy of Priss." He stood on the balcony, closing the space between them. She stepped back slightly. "Alfred..."
"Please...don't throw your life away..."
"I have no choice-"
"You do! You can run away from here with me! We can get away and live happily."
She placed a hand on his chest. "They will surely execute you for kidnapping me."
"I would endure anything for you." He leaned closer to her face. He could see the faint color of her cheeks, and her pink lips. He kissed her slowly, then let it intensify. She did not resist. She let him take control of her body.
They made love that night.
