All right everyone sorry it has taken so long to get this up, really sorry... So I've made a slight change to it as well. I'm not going to do it in script form anymore!
I know it's a random change. And its only me, Romano, working on it now. I know in the first chapter I mentioned that Spain and I would be working on it together, but he's just to busy to work on it so its just me.
And before anyone says anything else about it, Yes Prussia thinks France is a girl just because he has long hair and an almost girlish figure. So that is why he continues to call France a she instead of a he.
I do not own the Hetalia characters or the story Beauty and the Beast (Obviously but I wanna make it clear since that's what others do lol)
K I hope everyone enjoys this.
Part 2~
Prussia and Poland stare at France's cottage from behind a bush
"Heh! Oh boy! France's gonna get the surprise of his life, huh Prussia."
"Yep. This is her lucky day!" Prussia lets go of the branch he was holding, which swings back and hits Poland in the mouth. Prussia turns to the band, wedding guests and others, that are just out of sight of France's cottage. " I'd like to thank you all for coming to my wedding. But first, I better go in there and… propose to the girl!" Everyone laughs nervously and thinks that Prussia is slightly crazy considering the fact that France is a boy... The Baltic's are crying their eyes out. Prussia turns to Poland, "Now, you Poland. When France and I come out that door…"
"Oh I know, I know!" He interrupts then turns and begins directing the band in 'Here comes the Bride.' Prussia slams a baritone over his head.
"Not yet!" He says angrily.
Poland says from inside the instrument, with his lips sticking out the mouthpiece, "Sorry!"
Inside the cottage, France is sitting in a chair reading his new book. There is a knock at the door. He puts the book down and walks to the door. He reaches up and pulls down a viewing device. He peeks through and sees an anachronistically accurate fish-eye view of Prussia. France moans, and pushes the door open. "Prussia, what a pleasant… Surprise."
"Isn't it though? I'm just full of surprises. You know, France. There's not a girl in town who wouldn't love to be in your shoes. This is the day…" Prussia pauses by a mirror and licks his teeth clean. "This is the day your dreams come true."
"What do you know about my dreams, Prussia?" France asks with a disgusted look on his face.
"Plenty. Here, picture this." Prussia plops down in the chair and props his mud-covered boots up on France's book. He begins to kick off his boots and wiggle his toes through his holey socks. "A rustic lodge, my latest kill roasting on the fire, and my little wife, massaging my feet, while the little ones play with the dogs." France looks positively disgusted now. Prussia gets up next to France's face. "We'll have six or seven."
"Dogs?" France says.
"No, France! Strapping boys, like me!" He says as he hits his chest like a manly man.
"Imagine that." He picks up his book, places a mark in it, and puts it on the shelf.
"And do you know who that wife will be?"
"Let me think." He says as he moves towards the door only to get cornered by Prussia.
"You, France!" France ducks under Prussia's arms.
"Prussia, I'm speechless. I really don't know what to say…." He starts moving away quickly. Prussia is pushing chairs and things out of the way until he reaches France and traps him against the door.
"Say you'll marry me." France reaches for the doorknob.
"I'm very sorry, Prussia, but I just don't deserve you." He twists the knob and the door opens outward. France ducks under Prussia as he tumbles out the door and into the mud.
The wedding band begins to play "Here comes the Bride." France throws Prussia's boots out the door and slams the door shut door. Poland who is directing the band, looks down and sees Prussia's legs sticking out of the mud, and Pierre the pigs head sticking up. Poland cuts off the band, and Prussia's head pops up, with the pig on top of him. He tilts his head, and the pig slides off.
"So, how'd it go?" Poland asks as he tries to hold back a laugh.
Prussia picks up Poland by the neck and shakes him rather violently. "I'll have France for my wife, make no mistake about that!" Prussia drops Poland in the mud. Prussia walks off, dejected, and the focus returns to the cottage as France pokes his head out the door.
France says to the chickens pecking about nearby. "Is he gone? " They nod yes and he walks out of the cottage. "Can you imagine, he asked me to marry him. Me, the wife of that boorish, brainless.."
(now France sings)
Madam Prussia, can't you just see it
Madame Prussia, his little wife
Not me, no sir, I guarantee it
I want much more than this provincial life…
France walks into the pen and feeds the animals, then runs off singing into an open field overlooking a beautiful valley.
I want adventure in the great wide somewhere
I want it more than I can tell
And for once it might be grand
To have someone understand
I want so much more than they've got planned.
Phillipe the horse runs into the open field. France looks at him, disturbed that China isn't with him.
"Phillipe! What are you doing here? Where's Papa? Where is he, Phillipe? What happened? We have to find him, you have to take me to him!" France unhitches the wagon from Phillipe, and rides off to the Beast's castle. Once at the gates he looks up at the scary looking castle. "What is this place?" Phillipe snorts, then begins to buck as if something is scaring him. France dismounts and comforts him. "Phillipe, please, steady." He enters the gate and sees China's hat on the ground. "Papa…"
Inside the castle, Germany and Italy discussing the events of the day.
"Couldn't keep quiet, could we. Just had to invite him to stay, didn't we? Serve him tea, sit in the master's chair, pet the pooch." Germany says angrily as he acts out guiding China to a chair and petting a dog.
"I was trying to be hospitable…" Italy says a little solemnly. The entrance door opens and France walks into the castle
"Hello? Is anyone here? Hello? Papa? Papa, are you here?" He says as he looks around in the darkness. France walks up the grand staircase searching for his father. Little Chibitalia sees him and rushes into the kitchen where Mrs. Hungary is sitting next to a tub of hot water.
"Momma. There's a girl in the castle!" Chibitalia says.
"Now, Chibitalia, I won't have you making up wild stories."
"But really, momma, I saw her." Mrs. Hungary looks disgusted.
"Not another word. Into the tub." She lifts Chibitalia into the tub as the Featherduster enters
"A girl! I saw a girl in the castle!" Chibitalia pokes his head out from the water.
"See, I told ya!"
Now back to Germany and Italy who are still bickering.
"Irresponsible, devil-may-care, way eared, slack-jawed…" Germany spits out at Italy until he hears France speak.
"Papa?" Germany and Italy turn to look at the new arrival to the castle.
"Did you see that?" Italy says before running to the door and poking his head around the corner with Germany. "It's a girl!"
Germany looks long and hard at the new guest before speaking again. "You idiot that's not a girl it's just a boy with long hair that's tied back!" Italy ignores Germany.
"Don't you see? She's the one. The girl we have been waiting for. She has come to break the spell!" He chases after France.
Germany tries to stop him. "Wait a minute, wait a minute!"
France advances down a narrow hallway. Germany and Italy sneak up behind him and open towards the door that leads to the tower where China is being kept. The door creaks open and France hears the sound.
"Papa? Papa?" Germany hides behind the door and Italy rushes off. "Hello? Is someone here?." He says when he thinks he hears someone going up the stairs. "Wait! I'm looking for my father!" He goes up the stairs, but doesn't realize that Italy is watching him. "That's funny, I'm sure there was someone… I-I-Is anyone here?"
China's voice echoes from his cell. "France?"
France rushes up to the cell to find China. "Oh, Papa!"
"How did you find me?" He asks as he reaches his fingers through the bars. France takes his hands.
"Oh, your hands are like ice. We have to get you out of here."
"France, I want you to leave this place."
"Who's done this to you?"
"No time to explain. You must go… now!" He says in a panic.
"I won't leave you!" Suddenly, England grabs France's shoulder and whips him around. He drops the torch that he was carrying into a puddle and the room is dark except for one beam of light from a skylight.
"What are you doing here?" England says an his deep scary voice.
"Run, France!" China cries out.
"Who's there? Who are you?" France asks as he pears out into the darkness.
"The master of this castle." He says as he whips his long cape around his body defensively.
"I've come for my father. Please let him out! Can't you see he's sick?" He says as he angrily points to his father's pail gloomy face behind the bars.
"Then he shouldn't have trespassed here." He says almost nonchalantly
"But he could die. Please, I'll do anything!"
"There's nothing you can do. He's my prisoner." He says and crosses his arms over his chest like a child.
"Oh, there must be some way I can…wait! Take me, instead!"
"You! You would take his place?" He says a bit surprised.
"France! No! You don't know what you're doing!" He pleads with his son hoping to get him to change his mind.
He looks toward his father nervously. "If I did, would you let him go?"
England thinks for a moment. "Yes, but you must promise to stay here forever." France thinks about the situation and realizes he can't see the captor. He once again pears off into the darkness before speaking.
"Come into the light." England drags his legs, then his whole body into the beam of light. France looks, his eyes growing wider at the sight of the beast until he can stand no more and falls back to China.
"No, France. I won't let you do this!" France regains his composure, then steps into the beam of light, giving England a very virgin-ish look.
"You have my word." He says trying his best to stand his ground.
England says quickly so the other cannot change his mind, " Done!" England moves over to unlock the cell, and France collapses to the floor with his head in his hands. England unlocks the cell door, then China rushes over to France.
No, France. Listen to me. I'm old, I've lived my life…" England grabs him and drags him downstairs.
"Wait!" France Cries.
China cries out, "France!"
France pleads. "Wait!"
At the entrance of the castle, England drags China towards a sort of cage like contraption called Palanquin.
"No, please spare my son!" He tries once more to convince the Beast.
"He's no longer you concern." England throws China into the Palanquin. "Take him to the village." He says to it. The Palanquin breaks the ivy holding it to the ground, then slinks off like a spider with China inside.
"Please, let me out, please!" He cries as it carries him away. France is looking out the cell window at the Palanquin crossing the bridge over the moat. He begins to cry. The Beast walks up the stairs and Italy is at his post.
"Master?" Italy says to him as he walks by.
"What?" He shouts angrily.
Italy gulps. "Since our guest is going to be with us for quite some time, I was thinking that you might want to offer her a more comfortable room…" England growls angrily again and once more Italy gulps nervously. "Then again… maybe not." England goes into the cell where France is still crying.
"You didn't even let me say good-bye. I'll never see him again… I didn't even get to say good-bye."
England suddenly feels horrible. "I'll show you to your room." France stares at him surprised.
"My room?" He looks around at the cell a moment. "But I thought…"
"Look do you wanna, you wanna stay in the tower?" He says with that usual anger in his voice as he spreads his arms out indicating that he would be stuck here.
"No…"
"Then follow me." He leads France to his room. As they walk, France starts to lag behind. He looks at the hideous sculptures on the walls, and the light casting shadows on them. Frightened, he gasps and runs to catch up with the Beast, who is now carrying Italy as a light source. England looks back at France and sees a tear form at the corner of his eye.
"Say something to her." Italy suggests.
"Hmm? Oh… Uh." He tries to think before speaking. "I… um… hope you like it here." He looks at Italy for approval and Italy motions him to continue. "This castle is your home now, so you can go anywhere you wish, except for the West Wing."
There is a look of interest on France's face. "What's in the West Wing." England stops walking.
"It is forbidden!" He shouts. France leans away from him, scared once again.
"Ok ok… just… calm down…" England continues to walk, and France follows reluctantly. They get to France's room and he opens the door to let the light spill in.
"Now if there is anything you need, my servants will attend you." He says trying to be tender.
"Dinner… invite her to dinner." Italy whispers in his ear. England growls as he starts to grow angry once again.
"You… Will join me for dinner. That's not a request!" He says, leaving and slamming the door behind him. France, terrified, runs over to the bed and flings himself onto it, finally breaking down and crying once again.
Back in the town, in a tavern Prussia is sitting in a big chair looking all depressed.
"Who does she think she is? That girl has tangled with the wrong awesome man. No one says 'no' to Prussia!"
"Darn right!" Says Poland who stands faithfully by Prussia's side.
"Dismissed. Rejected. Publicly humiliated. Why, it's more than I can bear." He turns his chair away from Poland. Poland runs around to the front of Prussia.
"More beer?" He asks, and Prussia turns the chair away again.
"For what? Nothing helps. I'm disgraced." He says still very glum as he rests his chin on his fist.
"Who, you? Never. Prussia, you've got to pull yourself together!" He starts to sing,
Gosh it disturbs me to see you, Prussia
Looking so down in the dumps
Every guy here'd love to be as awesome as you, Gaston (men in the gallery cheer.)
Even when taking your lumps.
There's no man in this town as awesome as you
You're everyone's favorite guy
Everyone's awed and inspired by you (Poland turns the chair back around)
And it's not very hard to see why!
No one's slick as Prussia, no one's quick as Prussia
No one's next as incredibly thick as Prussia
For there's no man in town half as manly
Perfect, a pure paragon!
You can ask any Tom, Dick, or Stanley
And they'll tell you who's team they'd prefer to be on! (Poland pulls some guy's belt off, and his pants fall to the ground. Then Poland wraps the belt around Prussia's neck, who flexes and breaks it off. Poland continues to dance around. Some men pick Poland up and swing him around.)
No one's been like Prussia, a king-pin like Prussia
No one's got a swell cleft in his chin like Prussia
(Prussia chimes in) As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating!
My, what a guy that Prussia! (Poland tickles Prussia's chin and he stands there with pride)
Give five hurrahs, five twelve hip- hips (sings the random bar guys)
Prussia is the best and the rest is all drips! (Poland swings his arm up in dance and accidently throws a mug of beer in Prussia's face, Prussia socks Poland in the face and they all sing)
No one fights like Prussia, no one bites like Prussia.
In a wrestling match no one bites like Prussia
(The Baltics join in) For there's no one as burly and brawny
(Prussia sings) AS you see I've got biceps to spare. (he flashes his biceps)
Not a bit of him scraggly or scrawny (sings Poland)
(Prussia sings again) That's right! And every last bit of me's covered with hair! (He and fights with the men, then lifts up a bench with the Baltics on it. He drops the bench on Poland, then he reveals his hairy chest.)
(The barmen join in again) No one hits like Prussia, matches wits like Prussia
(Poland) In a spitting match, nobody spits like Prussia
(Prussia) I'm especially good at expectorating!
(All) Ten Points for Prussia!
(Prussia plays a game of chess with a man, then hits the board, sending it and the pieces all over. He takes a bite of leather from the belt once wrapped around his neck, chews it and spits it into a spittoon, which falls and gets stuck on Polands head."
(Prussia)When I was a lad I ate four dozen eggs
Every morning to help me get large!
And now that I'm grow, I eat five dozen eggs
So I'm roughly the size of a barge! (He juggles a bunch of eggs, then swallows them whole, almost choking on the last one. Poland attempts to do the same but all the eggs fall and hit him in the face.)
(All) No one shoots like Prussia
(Poland) Then goes tromping around wearing boots like Prussia
(Prussia) I use antlers in all of my decorating. (Prussia takes three shots at a beer barrel with his gun, and the barrel starts leaking into the mugs of random guys. He returns stomping to his chair, where the fireplace is surrounded by the head of the animals he has killed.)
(All) My what a guy! Prussia! (The random men have picked up the chair and carry Prussia around in it. Poland tries to get out of the way, but they toss the chair back in its place with Poland pinned underneath it. Then China bursts through the door freaking out.)
"Help someone help me!" He begs.
Some old man looks at him. "China?
"Please! Please, I need your help! He's got him. He's got him locked in the dungeon."
Poland stares at China. "Who?"
"France. We must go. Not a minute to lose!" He cries. Prussia stares at China as well.
"Whoa! Slow down, China. Who's got France locked in a dungeon?"
"A beast! A horrible, monstrous beast!" China has gone from person to person, pleading his case, until he is thrown at the feet of Prussia. There is a minute of silence and then the men begin to laugh and mock China.
One of the men Laughs, "Is it a huge beast?"
"Huge!" China says.
Another man joins on. "With a long, ugly snout?" He says as he makes a funny face.
"Hideously ugly!" He says nervously.
"And sharp, cruel fangs?" Says another man, making a swipe at China with his nails.
"Yes, yes. Will you help me?" China asks hopefully.
Prussia chuckles. "All right, old man. We'll help you out."
China smiles. "You will? Oh thank you, thank you!" The men pick China up and help him out by throwing him through the door.
"Crazy old China. He's always good for a laugh!" Says one of the men.
"Crazy old China, hmm? Crazy old China." He says very pensive before he starts in singing.
Poland, I'm afraid I've been thinking.
(Poland) A dangerous pastime…
(Prussia) I know, but that wacky old coot is France's father
And his sanity's only so-so
Now the wheels in my head have been turning
Since I looked at that loony old man
See I promised myself I'd be married to France,
And right now I'm evolving a plan! (Prussia picks up Poland from under the chair where he was left. He holds his head close, and whispers)
"If I…" He whispers some more into Poland's ear.
"Yes?" He asks curiously.
"Then I…" He whispers.
"No, would he?
"…Guess!" He says happily.
Poland thinks then goes on. "Oh now I get it!
Together they say. "Let's go!" Then they begin a waltz around the room as the both sing.
No one Plots like Prussia, takes cheap shots like Prussia
(Poland) Plans to persecute harmless crackpots like Prussia
(All) So his marriage we soon'll be celebrating!
My what a guy, Prussia!
Outside China stands in the street. "Will no one help me?" He cries out.