Since people asked what Fem!Poland and Prussia's married life was like after The Tale of the Drinking Contest and the Princess, I decided to do a series of vignettes about the different couples starting with PruPol.
Companion to The Tale of the Drinking Contest and the Princess and The Tale of La Principessa y el Matador (You might want to read those first, the second one is in my Spamano anthology)
Title: Happily Never After 1, Regret
Rating: K
Warnings: Genderbended nations, slight language
Characters: Germania "Sigmund", Fem!Poland "Felicyta", Prussia "Gilbert"
Summary: AU!Kingdoms. Perhaps marrying your daughter to the winner of a drinking contest wasn't the greatest idea in the world
Pairings: PruFemPol
HETALIA AIN'T MINE. Fem!Poland belongs to my loverly Prusy~
Life was good for King Sigmund IV of the Germanian Kingdom. His son was getting closer and closer to being able to take over as king, two of his children were married, the Romans were finally leaving him alone and then…
"You are such an idiot!"
Shouting. Lots of it. And in the middle of the night too. Sigmund rubbed his forehead. Was that all Felicyta and Gilbert did all day? Yell at each other?
If it was, he couldn't wait to get them packed up and sent off to live in Warsaw. Maybe his great idea hadn't been such a great idea after all… picking the man who could drink the most out of a bunch of heavy drinkers sounded like a good idea at the time, but he'd never factored in the winner's personality, his daughter's personality, or how terribly those personalities would clash when you mixed them together.
The result wasn't pretty. Oh, they'd gotten used to each other well enough to go through with the marriage, but more often than not they ended up fighting and arguing. Still... there were those times when he noticed them curled up together, doing something quiet, on those rare occasions when Felicyta was feeling affectionate (or just demanding attention).
"Wow. Good job, Gilbert, you have managed to be defeated at the hands of a Lithuanian," she remarked dryly, watching her husband come crawling back to her, covered in cuts and bruises from his fight with the Duke of Lithuania. The man had done something to insult Gilbert's honor so the Prussian challenged him to a duel…
… and lost. Great, really just great, what a winner she had married. If she combined that with his excessive drinking and the rumors about him fooling around with other women… well… let's just say the only thing keeping her from kicking him out or leaving him were her marriage vows. "Til death do us part" had never sounded so terrible. She'd even come to the point where she loved the idiot, but still… he wasn't the first man she would have picked to marry. She grumbled, grabbed the Prussian, and started dragging him back home for the healers to patch up.
She'd chew him out later.