A/N: This is the last chapter I have to upload here for the moment. I'm hoping before the end of the month to have more here and on LJ :)


In the early hours of the morning two shadowy figures met in a dimly lit storage room. Outside there was a numb silence as they began their meeting in solemn secrecy.

"Here." A hand reached out for another. "You will not believe the shit I had to make last night."

"What? I'm sure it's not so bad, I mean…" The first man took it and shoved it into his mouth before the other man could react. As he bit into it, his eyes widened and in mere seconds his expression turned completely sour. "Yuck! This is horrible! How could anyone eat this?"

"Yeah I know…and that's why we are here brother. To make sure this never happens again."

"Huh? I don't understand…"

"Well I was informed that the person who wanted this was…that princess!"

"The one who is marrying the prince?"

"Yes! We can't let them get married!"

"But that's not very nice! I don't think we have the right to stop it."

"Oh…but if they get married, we will have to constantly make this and eat it too!"

"Oh no! That's terrible! What should we do?"

"For now…we will wait and find out how to make our move." He was about to laugh maniacally when a loud knock came from the other side.

"Hey you two, I can hear your secret plan. Come out. It's getting late!"

"Shut up potato face! Leave us to our important meeting! "

"Germany! Be careful okay!? I don't want you to be incriminated by our plan. It would make me sad!"

"Well I'm…glad you care but you two need to stop with the evil planning and start breakfast already."


Canada squinted as he slowly woke up to the bit of sunlight peaking into the small window in America's room. He finally opened his eyes fully to see not his own place, but that of the man he'd switched places with. The young prince was still tired from the events of the day before and ached. He yawned and stretched as he started to sit up.

"Well, I guess I better get up. I should be getting to work soon." As soon as he spoke out loud, Canada felt a rough arm around him. He wanted to jump but was too scared to even move.

"Oh America. No need to rush. I think you did more than enough work last night," spoke a sultry and groggy voice next to him. To Canada's horror, a completely naked France lay next to him in bed. The other man moved his arm under the covers and started to rub up and down the side of Canada's hip. Canada briefly stared as the chills of France's hand movement finally reached his brain. The unfortunate prince let out a bone chilling scream.

"Wh-what just happened…I mean…I…"

"Oh come now America, no need to be shy around me anymore. You most certainly weren't last night…" France continued to move his hand up the side of the entirely petrified Canada. He tried to formulate speech and failed. The older man grinned broadly and ran his hand up his shoulder and started to mess playfully with his short curly hair.

"I don't think I've ever had it as hot as you. Oh you really are something," he said in a whispered tone while leaning close to Canada's ear. Canada jumped out of the bed and fell on the floor looking up to the now looming France. He finally was able to formulate speech. Well sort of.

"I-I-I-I can't believe it! No…No…I can't…I just lost my virginity…I don't even remember it! And I lost it to you!"

"Oh! I deflowered you!? I must be the luckiest person to be first to meet the real you." At this, tears streamed down Canada's face, as he tried his best not to look up at the man in his bed.

"How-how c-could y-you! I don't even know how this could have happened…I—" Before he finished he looked down at his body. He was completely covered in the pajamas he went to bed in. No marks, no nothing.

"…nothing happened did it?" France busted out into loud laughter.

"Oh America! You should have just seen the look on that adorable face of yours. I'm so glad I found that extra key to your room last night." Canada let out a nervous laugh. He was completely freaked out by this guy now.

He was also extremely angry at America for forgetting to mention the "waking up naked next to you" part when explaining his boss to him. He was still in shock. France rolled out of the bed and completely faced Canada. He blushed and turned away.

"Well I'm off to get dressed. You should too actually. I believe a big shipment is coming from Cuba and I need your help to unload."

Canada nervously nodded.

"And don't worry. Feel free to ask any time for the real thing." He winked and walked out. Canada could do nothing but whimper and stare for nearly an hour.


It was almost noon in the palace and everyone was set into their usual routine. However one nicely dressed man stood out from the rest. A lot of the servants and guards stared at the blonde haired foreigner. Not just because he was new, but because they had all heard about the events that took place the night before.

England tried to ignore the gossip and strange looks as he was already quite pissed off. A certain prince that was now betrothed to him kept slipping into his mind. Their meeting was short, but long enough to leave the two at odds against each other.

Every time the thought of Canada slipped through his mind a tinge of red crossed his face and he muttered angrily. The bodyguard next him rolled her eyes and started to inwardly take bets with herself on how many times he could mutter his hatred for Canada during their walk down the hallway.

They finally reached their destination and were greeted by the Prince's adviser. Next to him was a cheerful dark haired servant with a full tea set on a tray.

"Will you need any help with this?" The servant asked politely. England shook his head and let out a nervous laugh.

"No. I'm fine thank you. I am supposed to be the one serving the tea after all." England gently took the set and the servant bowed and walked away.

England glared at his guard and the adviser before entering the room. He tried to look as pitiful as possible, but both of them smiled and opened the doors. England walked in to see a man staring into space and muttering something potentially offensive. But he ignored it for the moment as he wanted to get this done and over with.

"Oh! I must have missed the memo about the princess tea party!" America turned to face the man holding the tea set in hand. The shorter man angrily set it down and glared at the now smirking America.

"Look, I don't want to be here, but I have to be. There is a custom where I come from that one must serve their betrothed tea right after the engagement."

"Oh so it is a tea party! Sorry, I forgot my dress can I borrow yours?" England rolled his eyes. He wasn't going to live down the drag, even if he was dressed in male clothing now.

"Okay you arse, I'm only going to do this once. Drink my tea or I may very well…"

"Oooo! I'm shaking! Somebody please help me! I think the prettiest princess is threatening me!" England was trying his best not to punch his lights out right then and there. He may have been annoyed but tradition was important to him. So he tried his best to carry on. America on the other hand knew he was slowly pushing him over the edge, and he loved to see how angry he could make his supposed foe.

"Drink the fucking tea!" England yelled.

"No. I don't like tea and yours smells worse than you look in a dress." England lowered his glare. He shot up and grabbed the tea cup. With all his force he ran over to America and attempted to force the tea straight down the other man's throat.

However, America pushed him back and England pushed even harder. Rather than getting the tea anywhere near his mouth, the now lukewarm liquid was poured forcefully down his front. Both of them stopped and stepped back agape.

"H-Hey! What did you do that for?"

"Me!? Well, if you had just drunk it you wouldn't be wearing it," the Prince said, trying to suppress a small smirk. America however calmly walked over and as snootily as possible, picked up the other cup and poured it directly over the prince's head. England stared in shock and was shaking in utmost fury.

"Just making sure you're dressed for the occasion princess!"


Outside of the closed room stood two figures, silently listening to what sounded like quite muffled talking.

"So…Austria right? What do you think?"

"Yes, Miss Hungary if I'm correct. I merely wish that we are able to unite both of our kingdoms in marriage."

"Well it would be nice, but you have to wonder with those two…"

"Are you afraid the marriage won't last because of the negative feelings they have towards each other?"

"Nah. More like when are they going to get over themselves?"

"I think they are just fine on their own really. They are royalty and should have enough dignity and common sense to know how important the bond between them actually is. I'm sure they can handle themselves accordingly."

At that very moment from behind the solid doors came a loud crash. The pair looked at each other in worry. When they opened the doors, they where shocked at what they found. It was interesting to say the least. Both America and England were covered in tea and other assorted food items. Furniture was knocked around, several broken cups and plates were scattered around, and in center was the two of them. The pair of princes were on the ground on top of each other, holding each other's hands, trying to suppress the other, and yelling angry loud insults towards each other. They continued 'til they finally noticed the intruders. They stopped for a moment to realize their position. They shoved each other off and both gave an innocent look as if they had no idea what happened.

They were scolded by Austria imminently while an unsurprised Hungary listened and shook her head. Quickly, the pair was forced out of the room by the appropriate adviser. Before they where shoved away to their rooms, they made sure to glance at the other with a scowl of pure hate.


America was finally back in Canada's room, and he angrily cursed at his situation. He decided that most of the blame should go to the princess from hell, England, while the rest of his hate went to Canada for being the cause of the whole thing. England topped his list if only for the fact that had he had to marry anyone else he could be enjoying the royal treatment rather the torment of the prissy prince.

After much brooding and cursing, he finally had calmed down enough to clean and change clothes. He collapsed on the prince's large comfy bed and sighed in hopelessness.

"I really need to get out of here. There has got to be a way out of this place…"

"Where there is a will, there's a way. You need to fucking believe in yourself, get off your ass and do it!" America thought he must have been hearing himself think, but this couldn't be the case as it sounded nothing like him. America sat up in the bed to find another person in the room. I thought the door was locked?

However, he wasn't quite sure person was the right word to use. Before him stood a man wearing a short pink and purple dress laced in sparkles and satin. A crown sat on his head, he held a crystal wand, and he even had a pair of matching fairy wings growing out of his back. America thought this guy would actually be pretty tough looking if the fairy get-up didn't kill it completely.

"I know it's hard to believe, but no need to worry 'cause I'm here to make all your dreams and crap come true!" The fairy man exclaimed in utmost excitement.

"Who the hell are you?" America finally managed to spit out, confused and a bit disturbed.

"I'm Prussia! And I'm your awesome fairy godmother!"

"Um…what?"

"You know….you are the unfortunate heroine and need a dress or something because some dude you totally want to bang will be at some ball and you need to look your best. I show up, throw on some useless stipulations and BAM! You are well on your way to being more awesome!"

"Sorry, but that is completely useless. First off, I'm already awesome, I'm not a chick, there is no ball, and there is no one I want to… um." He went silent for a second and regained his thoughts. "I'm America, the poor guy disguised as a prince trying to escape from this stupid castle."

"Wait….so you don't need a fairy godmother?" America shook his head. "Oh shit! I'm in the fucking wrong fairytale again! Crap! Couldn't you…pretend to have some use for me? I've been told I'm awesome at dress making by the way."

"Um. I'm gonna say no. Hey…unless you wouldn't happen to be able to help me escape from here?" America asked, in hopes that having a fairy godmother would be of some use. Prussia thought about it for a second.

"Nah. Sorry no can do. If I tried, it'd be ugly. You know…story breaking laws and crap like that." America, hopes crushed and now more annoyed by the bizarre fairy, decided he now really wanted to leave this all behind.

"Well I'm off to figure out how to escape on my own. I also think it'd be awesome if you left too." America got up and mumbled to himself "And never having to see you again would be nice as well." He ran straight out the door and headed through the hallways. He was doing his best not to make much noise and didn't even see anyone on his way to the back entrance.

As he turned the corner he saw the door he was looking for at the end of a long hallway. He ran to the midway point, which conveniently had a large house plant in a corner to hide behind.

"Alright, almost there. Then I'll…" he whispered to himself.

"Dude! This is awesome! It's like we're spies!" Directly behind America was the ever so annoying fairy god thing. Prussia had popped out of nowhere and figured out that America was trying to be secretive, so he of course wanted to follow along because it was cool. However neither of them were being very secretive or cool.

"Shhh! Shut up! Didn't I tell you to leave?"

"Oh…you didn't mean, leave but totally follow me on an epic adventure? "

He said in a voice that sounded like whispered yelling.

"No! I meant to leave me alone! I'm trying to escape without alerting the entire staff of the palace. Especially that one guard…"

"Which one? Tall, short blonde hair, scary beyond all reason? "

"Yes…he's a totally nut job! How did you know?"

"Oh he's standing right behind you." America felt a chill go down his spine and froze. He slowly turned around, and sure enough he was right. Prussia realized what was going on and knew exactly what noble action, as a dignified and brave fairy godmother, he should take. "Well guess this is were I leave…see ya around!"

The fairy popped out of sight. America didn't even have a chance to think about Prussia as he now was face to face with the creepiest man alive.

"Well hello again Canada. Funny meeting you by the exit out of the palace. And you even were talking about me. I love the nice things people say about me when they think I'm not listening." The guard calmly smiled at the fake prince. This made America even more nervous.

"M-me by the exit? Pppht no! I was just…checking out the plants…by this door… you don't believe me and I'm so out of here." America turned to run but was jolted back by the guard who grabbed him by the arm.

"Oh. I'm sorry. But while you may not like me, I have decided that I will like you if only to make your life more miserable. So let me help you back to your room friend, yes?"

"Oh how kind of you." America gritted his teeth as he realized that he was now no closer, possibly further, from achieving his goal of leaving.

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