Okay guys! For this chapter, you might need/want to break out your trusty Google Translate! Just so you know, don't yell at me if I get stuff wrong, or it comes out weird, or I used wrong context of words. I just used Google Translate, for it is my friend!
Prussia slid down a slope on the roof of the castle, his two friends right behind him. Nimbly, they leaped from turret to roof to windowsill, until they reached their destination. The crown room. Prussia paused, taking in the view while his friends France and Spain opened the skylight window.
"Ah," he commented, "I love this view. It makes me feel so awesome. Not that I need a reason to feel awesome, but it does. Imagine how awesome this view would look if I owned a castle myself." He turned to his friends. "Guys I want one."
"One what mon ami?" France asked irritably. He and Spain were used to Prussia's babbling, and usually tuned it out.
"A castle. I want a castle. You guys could live in it too!" Prussia smirked. "I can see it now! The Bad Friends Trio, with their own castle! Beautiful maidens falling at our feet, and countries just begging to be taken over by us!"
"Amigo," said Spain, "We do this job, and we could probably buy a castle!"
"If you would get your butt over here!" Put in France.
Prussia sighed, and walked over to his friends. Spain held out the rope and Prussia tied it around his waist.
"Ready amigo?" asked Spain.
Prussia smirked. "Of course I am. It wouldn't be awesome if I-"
"Tais-toi! Shut up!" cried France, "They'll hear you idiot, the window's open now!"
"Entschuldige," said Prussia, "Kay, lower me down." Minuets later, Prussia was hovering above their goal.
Her Royal Princess Embodiment's crown.
Or, at least, that's what her title was to other country embodiments. To the people of Hungary, it was Her Lost Royal Highness's crown. Covered with pearls, rubies, sapphires tiny diamonds, plus three gigantic ones, the pay off from their boss Cuba would be huge. Not to mention Prussia and his gang were the only ones willing to attempt to penetrate the Hungarian Castle. Prussia grabbed the crown and put it in his bag just as one of the guards in line around the crown sneezed. "Gah," Prussia commented, "Hay fever?"
"Prussia!" the hiss from France could be heard all the way down there, and they began instantly hauling him up.
"Yeah, it's horrible." said the guard. By the time he realized it wasn't one of his comrades who had made the comment, Prussia had already made it back up to France and Spain. "HALT!" he called up to them, but it was too late. Prussia already had the rope off him, and they were half way across the castle roof by the time the guard reported to the King that the crown was gone.
Once they got to the bridge that connected the island capitol to the main land, Prussia started back on the castle talk. "Can't you see me in a castle of my own?" he asked, "I mean, really, an awesome castle of an awesome me!"
Spain called from behind him, "What about us Amigo? Didn't you say we could come too?"
Prussia continued, unaware of Spains questions. "It would be all full of money! Money and women!"
France rolled his eyes and said to Spain, "Don't mind him, mon ami ignoré. Once the chapeau de cul calms his arrogant head down he'll remember us."
"Beer too!" Shouted Prussia, "The best beer in the world!"
"Eso podría llevar para siempre!" cried Spain.
"With a castle like that, I wonder if Transylvania would leave mein Bruder to come be with me!" continued Prussia, unaware of his friends own dialogue as they entered the forest. "Not that I'm hitting on my brother's wife or anything but-"
"English s'il vous plaît Spain." said France tiredly.
"I'm just saying, even a lady like her would have to be at least slightly-"
"Lo siento. I said, that could take forever!"
They continued to run for the next half hour -France and Spain trying their best to ignore their friends babbling- before Prussia came to a halt, bending over to rest his hands on his knees panting. The other two passed him by several yards before realizing he had stopped, and assumed positions similar to his. Prussia stood up first, stretching out before noticing the hand drawn posters nailed to the tree behind him. "Oh no," he said, sounding panicky, and tearing one off "No, no, no, no, nein, nein, NEIN!"
"What's wrong Amigo?" asked Spain.
"They did it again!" He cried, holding up the inked parchment. It was a wanted poster, depicting a longer haired Prussia. Below in the description of him it said, "5'9" dark blond hair, red-orange eyes, thin but strong".
"I don't get it mon ami." said France, "What's the problem?"
"My description!" Prussia cried, "My eyes are red! Not 'red orange'! And my hair is white, not dark blond! Those stupid palace guards. And look at my hair in this drawing! It's way too long!"
Spain sighed, still trying to catch his breath. "Is this really muy importante?"
"Pshht! Easy for you to say!" Prussia looked at the other two posters. "You guys look amazing!"
At that moment, three arrows embedded themselves in the tree next to Prussia. All three head whipped around to see three palace guards riding towards them, then turned back around and began to run again.
DUN DUN DUN!
LoL! Sorry about the wait on this one, I hope you guys didn't give up on me! Few notes on this chapter, the first being a mention of a certain Transylvania. Yes, you read that right, she's married to Germany. She's an OC of my friends and she's kinda helping me write this, and make sure I don't stray too far from the Tangled storyline, or make them act too out of character. Don't forget Ms. Sylvie, she'll be returning at a later date.
Also, I know in the movie, the posters always screw up Flyn's nose. In this case, I chose to use issues I have with Hetalia fanart. Mainly his hair and eyes. Grrr...
NEXT CHAPTER: A Chase, a frying pan, and some big news!