A.N: Here is chapter 1! I'm so late for this one and I'm sorry, just lots of stuff happened and I was super busy, really. Anyway I wrote the chapter going through different mood, so you'll probably notice that, and sorry about that! It's also kinda short, again sorry about that. Hope you like it anyway!

Disclaimer: Hetalia is not mine, nor is the Disney tales you might recognize in this.

Chapter 1

"Rumours in town would say that the castle near the forest was always like this. Never taken care of, letting nature take back what belongs to her. They would tell that once an evil King lived there and one day, so caught up in his evilness he became a tree in the centre of the entrance hall. Some people would tell travellers stories about how they braved the dark forest and its monsters and got to the castle. Legends would say that the people living inside those stone walls could never see the sun.

However, some rumors would say that this castle was once the home of the poor. They would say how the nice King that lived there would give food to his starving people. Some would even say that the King living there was a Saint. They would say that the unfortunate King was cursed by a jealous witch and that the poor man was now trapped inside a tree in the centre of the entrance hall. Legends would say that the King would one day wake up from the curse and bring the sun back in the castle and equality to the villagers.

Both parties may have disagreed on how the castle ended up being dark and unwelcoming but they would sometimes agree or disagree on since when the King stopped showing signs of life. They would say from a couple of generations to a couple of centuries. Nobody knew. What they knew is when the Eldest of the village was born; the dark forest was fully grown and rumours were already well-known.

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Somewhere in the castle a maid opened her eyes. Wondering exactly what had happen. She remembered cleaning the dining hall and then she was there on the ground. She stood up and looks around a little confused, her expression quickly turning from confused to horrify. The carpeted floor wasn't bright deep red like it used to be, it was more of a plain red covered in dust. The polished dark wooden table was covered in dust, letting the carving of the family armories hidden. The wooden cushioned chairs were in no better shape than the table, but none of the cushions had holes in them.

The maid didn't know how much time she was out, by the look of it she was out for quite a while but nobody seemed to have found her or they probably were in the same state as her, She realised she had a lot of work to do before the King would wake up. If he was to see his castle in that state, all the servants would be severely punished. She dust herself off and went looking for other cleaning personal in hope of finding them as fast as possible, they didn't have time to rest.

Somewhere else in the castle, in front of a heavily decorated wooden door two guards opened their eyes. They were in a sitting position leaning against marbled wall, swords on the floor next to their shields both covered in dust, like the rest of the room they noticed. They looked at each other panicked. They were supposed to be on watch in front of the King's rooms and yet they were both asleep on the floor. They wondered if the King would kill hem for this but looking at the dust on the ground and on the statues they came to the conclusion that they weren't the only ones slacking on the job. They knocked on the door to make sure their King was alright.

When Roderich came back to his senses woken up by a knock on his door, the first he noticed was how his limbs were heavy and hurting from an unknown pain. Without opening his eyes he slowly tried moving his legs or his arms which moved without any problems. The second thing the King notice was that he wasn't in his bed. He was laying on something way too uncomfortable for it to be any kind of bed. He finally opened his eyes looking directly at a marble floor. He saw his glasses near him and took them before sitting up. He felt his head pounding by doing so and he wondered how exactly he ended up on the floor next to his piano with a huge headache.

"Those stupid servants could have at least put me in a bed. Incompetents." The king finally stood up and dusts himself off. Nobody could do something right in this castle and he always had to do everything by himself. Ready to yell at the first person he would see, Roderich opened his door with brutal force only to come face to face with one of his guard looking at him worriedly. Roderich opened his mouth and started yelling at them for being not being careful but stopped when he noticed the look on the other man's face. "What is it" he asked hearing himself quite clearly. The man in front of him looked unsure of what to say but noticed the glare sent his way. "We can't hear you, Majesty. I think you have a voice problem." The guard said trying not to upset the already enraged King. Roderich tried speaking again, hearing himself perfectly but he was quick to realised the guards still didn't understand him. He waved one of his hands in the air dismissing the two before walking angrily towards the throne room.

One thing Roderich noticed while walking towards the throne room was how his castle looked unclean. Spider webs were pretty much everywhere, dust seemed to be the new floor, the statues hidden under the same dust and the portraits of his ancestor losing colors. Not a candle was lit and the castle looked dark and gloomy. The King hated it. He also noticed, looking out the windows that his beautiful garden which he made people work hard to keep perfect was a mess. He never thought nature could be so ugly, so unforgivable.

The king sat in his throne room, remembering the previous events that happened. He remembered the Witch, her threat and the conditions and blah blah blah. He wasn't sure how long he was out, but seeing how everything looked old and awfully kept he decided it must have been a while. He wasn't sure how his Kingdom was going or if they all blacked out like him and the rest of his staff. He would have to take a look at that later. For now he was wondering why he was waking up now and not later or sooner. This whole story was giving him a headache and decided to try remembering what that witch had said. "She was a real bitch that's for sure. Letting me on the floor for god knows how long." He mumbled to himself.

He looked at how the people were cleaning the room coming and going with different cleaning stuff he supposed, working quickly but making a somewhat acceptable job. It wasn't perfect, but nothing can be perfect in this world, but it isn't enough for the King. He wants everything to be perfect. It never was enough. He tried so many things to be perfect. He learned piano, he learned different tongues learned everything he was taught receiving perfect grades as a child, but his father would never see that. He would only see those imperfect bastards in the streets and that annoyed the King to no end.

Roderich closed his eyes. He didn't want to think about his past, his father. He was King now, he was perfect now. He didn't need to think about that anymore and his head was hurting too much for him to be able to even concentrate.

Images were flowing through his head mixed up with different voices all saying different things. He wondered if he wasn't going crazy, but then, only the Witch voices came loud between his two hears "Someone will come, when this person comes you'll wake up. You'll have three months to make them fall in love with you." The rest of the sentence is blurry but he had the essentials. That meant someone is in his castle. Someone he never saw before, someone who doesn't work for him. He decided that the first thing to do was to find said person. The king hoped the person was of his standards otherwise he might just throw them out.

He asked his servants to look for a new face that would probably be somewhere in the castle. He then realised nobody could hear him and went back to his thoughts. He would find that person by himself. Obviously the person he was looking for would probably a girl. Men usually fall in love with women, but really Roderich never found a woman that attractive and maybe this time would be different. He had heard of men being in love with men or women being in love with women, it was just less common. He closed his eyes his headache still present. He swore his head hit the floor harder than first anticipated. He would probably need a doctor to look at his head.

After a while and receiving no news about an unknown person in the castle he went to the piano in the throne room. Roderich made sure to have a piano in the most important rooms in case he needed to hear the sound of the instrument. He noticed that the servants had the decency of cleaning it first. He sat and started playing, letting his mind go blank, enjoying the music. He hadn't been able to talk to anyone, apparently he had voice problems, but he had learned to express his emotions through music, the people in the room leaving him. Even if the King couldn't talk anymore, they knew better than to stand in the room when he played piano.

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When the door opened Gilbert didn't expect to see three maids cleaning around the hall, making sure no dust was left on the stuff. The exterior of the castle was a real maze and so unkept that the albino thought the inside would be dusty or not very well cleaned like it was. The statues on each side of the walls were shinning from the sun coming through the large windows above the statues. The marble floor looked new, the same with the expensive looking dark red carpet going all the way to a door up a flight of a large staircase in dark blue marble. Gilbert looked up to see a huge chandelier lit up. He then noticed one of the maids looking at him confused.

The maid looked at the new comer. She hasn't seen anyone new for a long time and she didn't expect to see someone new, after all the castle's gardens were practically impossible to go through. She decided it was better if that odd-looking person was seen by the King. She noticed her King was looking for something for the past three days and well, she couldn't let a stranger in the castle without telling the King. "Welcome stranger. I'll bring you to the King, if you would kindly follow me." She said. Gilbert decided to follow her, not wanting to be kicked out, he had a mystery to solve here. "I suggest you not to get on his bad side. He is also a bit moody lately, lost his voice, it's hard on him." The maid stopped in front of two guards and one disappeared somewhere in the castle. He thanked the maid for the tips and waited. The guard came back and told him to follow. Gilbert did as he was told. He was led in many different hallways before stopping in front of a large wooden door, nicely decorated. No doubt the King was rich. The guard opened the door and motioned for him to go inside the guard following close behind.

And Gilbert learned at that moment that the saying: "Don't judge a book by its cover" wasn't something used in the castle."

A.N: Okay, I didn't know how to end this and well that's all I have. Do not worry, next time Gilbert and Roderich will interact, yeah! I wanted them to interact in this chapter but realised it was getting long and uneventful. So I hope you liked it anyways.

Also, I'm moving out next week, so the new chapter will be a little late!