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: Umm, yeah XDD This story wont have too many chapters :D Also, would you like me to change the rating to M? With smut in later chapters? :D Also... how I got Finland in this one? Well, my brother picked him out~! XDD

Also, some chapters might come out slightly... short D: Sorry, but the original stories are even shorter and I try to make them longer. But some of the stories will be very long, maybe even in two parts. (And I suggest you guys not listening to "Pub and Go" when writing something XDD Hence the crappy part with Finland and America in the beginning.) And Russia's OOC in some chapters, like this one (because every story is different and so changes his personality, though only slightly)

Chapter 2 - Rapunzel

America yawned slightly, feeling warm and comfortable. Half unconscious, half awake he partly remembered what had happened yesterday. He contently turned around on his warm bed and sighed. There was no way that could've been real. It was all just a... really realistic dream, that's all. After all, how could he be inside of a fairytale?! Pfft, stupid!

After a few moments though, something started to nag at the back of his head slightly. He frowned and turned on his back, opening his eyes. Slightly confused by the wrong ceiling he was seeing, he sat up. This wasn't his home. Hell, he could even tell that this wasn't America anymore, from what he saw outside the window.

With dread he quickly stood up, only to fall back on the bed by something pulling him by the hair. He looked back and saw, to his horror, a long braid of hair. Standing back up, but not before falling back down again, he ran to the window and stared out. He was in a tower... with no doors and only one window; the window he was looking out of. America felt his heart drop and he groaned out loud when he remembered that Hansel and Gretel had been actually real.

"Hell no!" America yelled out loudly, "Rapunzel?! No way! I don't want to be the girl again! And I don't want anyone climbing up my hair!" Looking back out of the window he saw miles and miles of forest.

He frowned slightly, wondering who the prince and witch were if he was Rapunzel, and trying to remember how the story went. It was a long time since he'd heard any fairytales. England had been the one who read bedtime stories to him, but that was a long time ago. It was a miracle he had even remembered Hansel and Gretel. But he guessed that had been the only story he had truly been interested in. Because of the candy-house and because the other stories, like Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty, were love stories and thus were quite boring to him.

With a sigh he sat down on the bed and stared at his long hair. Briefly he wondered how anyone could wash it like this, but was soon brought out of his thoughts when he heard something come from below.

"America, America let down your hair to me~!"

America went to the window and looked below. He couldn't quite make out who it was, but figured it was the witch of this tower and yelled, "Climb on a ladder! I'm not letting you climb up here on my hair."

There was a slight pause and then the person below yelled, "Please? ...I got hamburgers!"

America froze and then yelled back, "Cola too?"

"Yes, now can I come up?"

America immediately threw his long hair down below, facing the room as he sat down and waited. He winced slightly when the other person started climbing up, but decided that it was worth it... for the burgers and the cola.

The person got up and America stared at him for a while. A few moments later he exclaimed, "Santa!" And hugged the boy. The boy though, pulled away and said, "America, it's Finland, not santa. How many times do I have to tell you?" Finland sighed and held up a bag of burgers and cola for America, who took them immediately and started eating.

"Now, America, how do you feel? Do you want some extra blankets for the cold nights?" Finland asked warmly and stared at how America continued to devour his food, like he hadn't gotten any hamburgers in weeks. America, though, shook his head, mouth full, and then said, slurping on his cola, "I'd want... a new... video game... for my... christmas... though... SANTA!"

Finland frowned and said, "Not santa, America, it's Finland," He sighed, ignoring the other statement, and then asked cheerfully, "So, what did you do when I was gone?"

America shrugged as he finished his burger and cola, "Nothing much. Was just thinking... By the way, are you the witch in this story?"

Finland blinked and looked slightly insulted, "I beg your pardon. If anyone's a witch, then you could call it England. He does all sorts of crazy stuff that I don't even want to know about."

America laughed, "Yeah, that's just like him!" He then stared at Finland for a while and asked, "Are you the prince then?"

Finland smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm not a prince, America, don't you remember? I brought you to this tower when you were twelve years old and you must obey my every word..." Under his breath he added, "Though usually it's the other way around... Anyway," Finland straightened up and continued, "I have to go now. Be sure to not let any strangers in, right?" He went to the window and it took America a few moments before he understood that he was waiting for him to help him get down.

America grudgingly went to the window and let his long hair fall down it. Finland smiled and climbed down. Before he was out of earshot though, he yelled, "Remember to only let your hair down when I call 'America, America, let down your hair to me!', Selvä?! Näkemiin, America!" He smiled one more time and then climbed fully down and left America alone again.

America scowled at the retreating back and sat down on his bed, trying to remember the story of Rapunzel. He didn't remember half of it, but he did remember the end. In the end Rapunzel was in some kind of a desert with two children, a year later, and then came the prince. The prince was blind, but Rapunzel healed him with her tears... or something... and they lived happily ever after.

America lay down on his bed and put his hands behind his head comfortably. Well, as comfortably as he could with that much hair. As he stared at the ceiling, he wished he could get away from here, before the next year. He had no motivation to stay here for a year. He wanted to go back to the real world. But the only way he thought would even remotely help him to get out of this, was trying to play into his role. Still, he desperately wanted to get out of this already.

He briefly wondered if he was going to see many more fairytales like this, before he yawned and closed his eyes. For some reason, he felt terribly tired all the time lately. He half wished he could even go back to "Hansel and Gretel" and live there. It seemed that their lives were now perfect, thanks to America. England was happily(?) living with France and they didn't have to worry about being poor anymore. America smiled slightly as he remembered how cute Russia had looked like when he was small.

But the more he thought about how England and Russia were doing in "Hansel and Gretel", the more he thought about the real world, which kinda made him sad. What's this? A hero can't be sad! How can people believe that he's the Hero then?! America scolded himself slightly.

Just as he was about to doze off into another dreamless sleep, he heard something. It was soft and America barely heard it, but it was there.

"America, America, let down your hair to me~!" America jumped up and ran to the window, grinning to himself. That must be the prince... Too bad he could barely make out anything from up there.

He threw his long hair down and waited patiently, bearing with the pain. It felt like hours, but the person finally got up and america immediately looked at him. He scowled slightly as he saw Russia, who was bowing down in front of him and smiling politely.

"Privyet. I am Rus---"

"Yeah, yeah, you came for me, right? Let's go then. I don't have time to waste." America said quickly and stared out of the window.

Russia smiled slightly and said, "Ah, aggravated, I see." He took a hold of America by the waist, catching the other off guard, and whispered softly in his ear, "Then, why waste our time here, fair lady?"

America, face red, turned to Russia and shouted, "I'm not a lady! Can't you see I'm a man like you?!"

Russia paused for a moment, but then continued with a small smile, "Ah, forgive me. Your eyes were so captivating that I couldn't even see your gender. They remind me of the blue sky. And together with those lovely blonde locks, you remind me of sunflowers that reach up to the blue sky."

America wanted to gag; seriously, what was up with the lame pick-up lines?!

He pulled away from Russia and said with a serious tone, "Okay, look here. I want to get out of this tower. And, I really hate asking this of you, but since you're the only one who could help... I need your help with this." America stated seriously, staring at the still smiling man before him, "We could go with the 'ladder' plan, but seeing as building a ladder this long would take forever then I think you should just bring me a pair of scissors."

"Ah, are you going to cut your hair?" Russia asked, mouth pulling into a slight frown.

America nodded, "Yeah, that's the only way we could get out of here." He looked up at Russia and felt his stomach twist mercilessly, when he saw Russia's eyes fill with tears and his mouth turn into a pout. The hero inside him stepped forward and tried to comfort the other slightly, "D-don't worry. I mean, it'll grow back eventually." That was the wrong thing to say.

Russia started whining and cried out, "That'll take forever~! And- And your hair is so pretty the way it is right now!" America, panicking, said, "Come on now, Russia, you're strong! You can handle seeing me cut my hair off." He winced as Russia started sobbing and flew at America, throwing his arms around his neck and placing his face into the crook of America's neck.

America, offbalanced from Russia's sudden weight, fell on the bed. America, seeing that trying to sit up in this position wouldn't do, tried to comfort Russia by patting him on the back.

Suddenly the crying stopped and Russia looked at America, a grin on his face. America stared at Russia blankly and hit him on the head, "You were supposed to get me out of this tower, not be a pervert, you commie bastard!"

"Oww..." Though Russia smiled slightly, through his tears and got off of the other.

America scoffed and sat up, trying to remember if the real Russia was ever like this. Coming up with the conclusion that usually Russia was even more unpredictable and scary, America stood up and said, "Now go away and bring me the scissors. Who knows when the witch will come back and kill you."

"I'm gonna make you my bride!"

America choked on his breath and stared at Russia, shocked by the suddenness of it all, "You... You can't be serious! C-Come on, Russia..." America pulled at his collar slightly, feeling a little too hot for his comfort, "I mean, we've been rivals for ages. Don't you remember the Cold War and all? We can't just suddenly marry."

Russia cocked his head to the side, "Cold... War?... I don't know what that is, but I've decided now! You're gonna be my bride! You remind me so much of a sunflower that I just have to have you!" He took a strong hold on America's waist and pulled him forward, managing to place a small kiss on America's forehead. America blushed bright red and pulled away. Shaking slightly from anger and embarassment, America pointed at the window and said, "If you don't get out of here now, I wont lend my hair to you, so you could get down safely."

"Ah, but why would I want to get away. I'd like being up here with you."

"You forgot; I can still push you over that edge."

Russia's smile slipped for a moment and he said, "Ah, then I think we have a problem."

"You're the only one who has a problem!" America scoffed, before he went to the window and let his hair fall down it, sitting down and holding his hair tightly with both hands. "Get going. I want those scissors before the next century." America blinked slightly when he saw Russia's smile turn evil for a second, but didn't really think much of it. Russia, though, went to America and then kneeled before him and said, "Then, America, is it?" He smiled slightly at the other's nod and then leaned in and placed a small kiss on America's cheek. "I'll come back tomorrow night and take you back to the castle where we can marry."

Before America could even think about throwing all sorts of insults and punches at him, he quickly jumped on the windowsill and climbed down. America was slightly surprised that such a big body could be so agile. But, then again, Russia was really good at fighting.

America scoffed when the other finally got down below, and he stood up to watch him retreat. Russia waved and then retreated to the woods. Only when he was completely out of sight did America turn away and go to his bed.

That night, it took a while, but he finally fell asleep. He didn't think much of how the fairytale-Russia was acting. After all, he was used to France acting like that all the time. And this was a fairytale; there was no way Russia would ever act like that in real life.

With that in mind, he fell into another dreamless sleep.

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"I'm back, my love~!"

America groaned slightly, as something shook him awake. He slowly turned on his back and opened his eyes to stare up into violet ones. Russia was leaning over him, hands beside America's head, trapping him. America blinked sleepily and turned around again before he fell asleep.

"Eh, don't fall asleep again, daragoy," Russia shook the nation awake again and said, "I did what you told me to do~!"

America groggily sat up and stared blankly at Russia, before something hit him, "Hey, how did you get up here without my hair?"

Russia smiled childishly and said, "England helped me~! I knew that you must've been sleeping already, so I asked for his help! Ah, his magic is so awesome~!" He hugged America, pressing his body tightly to the other's. "I missed you~!" Russia said with a creepy smile and hugged America tightly.

America choked slightly and pushed the other away, "Wait, what day is it?" He stared out of the window and saw that it was pitch black.

"It's the same day as it was when I came 4 hours earlier~! I went back home after you told me what to do and I got the scissors. But then I got tired of waiting for the next day to come and I decided to come back here again!" He giggled childishly, "Ain't I sweet? Makes you wanna marry me, doesn't it?"

"Not if you're not the last nation on earth! And that wont be happening, ever!" America shouted and pushed Russia further away. He stood up from the bed and then glanced at Russia, "Anyway, where did you leave the scissors then?"

"Ah, here they are!" Russia exclaimed and gave the scissors to the nation. America grinned, putting the scissors into his pocket, and said, "Now, to be a hero again!" He went to the windowsill and tied the end of his hair to the curtain bar. Then he turned to Russia and grinned his trademark grin, "Now, let's get out of here."

Russia smirked, "I agree wholeheartedly." He went and took a hold on America's waist, smiling his childish smile.

"...You're kinda scary, you know that?"

"Hmm, how so?"

America opted not to say anything and instead climbed out of the window to climb down his own hair, Russia holding on to him tightly from behind. Jumping the last few feet, America sighed and cut the long braid off. He turned to Russia with a smile, that disappeared soon after. Russia glomped him hard and he heard him giggle, "You were right! I can get used to this new hairstyle! It's even cuter!"

America sighed and pushed the fairytale-Russia away, before he said, "Okay, I wanna go home now. Another happy ending, so this is where we part ways."

Russia giggled coldly and said, "Oh, dear America, we can't do that! We have to fall in love and get married! It's not a happy ending without a marriage." He smiled coldly and slowly started to walk towards America, who started to retreat, slightly nervous.

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And thus America was dragged back to the castle, though unconscious thanks to Russia. You can only imagine how angry he was after he woke up. Russia didn't care though and happily told him that they would be marrying tomorrow at midnight in a field of sunflowers. Why midnight, had America asked. Russia had just told him that then they would be able to dance in the moonlight, to which America had promptly hit Russia on the head. Seriously, why was this fairytale-Russia so... cheesy?!

America kept pounding on the door of his room all day, because Russia had locked him into a room, occasionally coming to visit him. When visiting him in the room, he always brought food and tried to flirt with America. Needless to say, he didn't get far with that.

And then it was night time. America went to sleep, not really worrying about the marriage as much as he knew he should. He felt too tired to worry about it much, so he decided that he'll worry about it tomorrow.

But now, good night!

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Privyet - привет - Hello/Hi

Daragoy - дорогой - Darling

Näkemiin - Good bye

Selvä - Right?/Got it? (or something like that, I think. Someone correct me if I'm wrong.)