Well well well...does we have another fairy tale on our hands?
I think so anyway!
Now despite the fact that Lithuania is taking the role of Cinderella, he won't be the one wearing the dress. We shall leave that to our beloved 'princess' Poland.
And yet again, Russia is not the bad guy...maybe one day I'll put him in a fic and make him the good guy for the whole thing!
Also, in our original roleplay, Northern Ireland played the role of the 'fairy god mother' but I wanted to use The-Unwanted-1's Hetalia OC Romania (who is a male) because he is so adorable that I wanted to give him a role! Hope you don't mind!
Title : Torisella
Pairings : Poland x Lithuania
Rating: T
Sadly I do not own Hetalia, nor any of these wonderful fairy tales. Although these versions of Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland I do own~! Romania belongs to The-Unwanted-1~!
Torisella
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Like most stories, we shall begin this with the old classic 'once upon a time'
Outdated? I know, but then again, a lot of things are outdated now.
Once upon a time, in a kingdom where there lived a Russian wolf in the forest, a beanstalk grew and fell in the very same day and a tower with no door stood, there was a young man by the name of Toris. He was a very poor unfortunate soul, as his mother died when he was born, and his father went on to marry a very ecentric Hungarian woman who treated him rather badly. She herself had two Russian daughters, who were equally as wicked known as Katyusha and Natalia. Apparantly Natalia was just naturally born this way, and had an obsession with being a princess...she also stalked the Russian wolf that so many feared. Katyusha was not as wicked as her younger sister, but her lack of courage certainly didn't help Toris in anyway.
So Toris was reduced to being a simple servant, forced to wear ragged cast offs and never treated kindly. He had always hoped that perhaps his father would divorce the wicked woman, but he too met his death and left Toris with no family to speak of. Not a life style he would have chosen for himself, but he didn't have any control over that.
After all, he couldn't stand up to the scary Russian sisters.
"Toris, clean my room!"
"Toris! Wash the floor already, it's a mess!"
"Eww! Toris, get rid of these rats!"
"TORIS!"
On and on it went...the poor boy was worked to the bone...
However, dispite all of this, he tried his best to be grateful that he had some clothes and a roof over his head. He tried to polite and appear cheerful, as there was always a dream of his that would keep a small if not secret smile on his face.
He had a dream to dance at the royal ball, that was always held on the birthday of the princess. Toris was seventeen now, and the dream remained the same. Every year though he would have to watch as his stepmother and siblings, dressed in beautiful and stunning gowns, attended the ball and he was left to sweep the never ending floors.
Though, his seventeenth year would prove different from the rest. This year, he actually had the courage to ask his stepmother to go to the ball.
He wished he hadn't bothered.
"You? Go to the festival?" laughed his Hungarian step mother, casting him a smirk.
"Look at your hair, it is a disgrace!" Natalia snapped at him, pulling at his brown locks with a scowl.
"Y-You don't own any respectable clothes..." muttered Katyusha, tugging at his patchwork shirt.
Toris cast a pleading look, begging for some kind of mercy after the torment he had had to endure. He felt his spirits rise though when he saw his stepmother's face soften slightly.
"How about this then Toris..." the stepmother said, slowly walking over to the vase that kept his father's ashes safe. She pulled from her pocket a handful of cooking lentils, emptying them into the vase and shaking it.
"I've emptied these lentils into the ashes for you...if you pick them all out in an hour, then you will go to the ball..."
With that, the step mother and her daughters left with a wicked laugh, leaving the poor Lithuanian with his father's ashes.
Toris gulped as he stared down at what remained of his father. He couldn't possibly defile his father's ashes, yet he so wanted to go to the ball...what was he to do?
With a sigh, he kept a close hold of the vase as he left his home, only to wander into the garden surrounding the estate. From there, he went to sit at a secluded tree. His father had planted it as a grave for his mother, and the many tears that Toris had cried and made it bloom into a handsome tree, branches out stretched to protect the boy.
"Mother, I've been good and I've been kind, doing what I learned from you..." cried Toris, clutching the vase tight. "Why then mother am I always left behind, is there something I must do? What is wrong with me mother, something must be wrong..."
He continued to sob, not noticicing the slight sparkle circling the tree as his tears continued to water the trunk. From the skies, sparrows landed within the safety of the tree's branches, over looking the sobbing boy curiously. One landed on his shoulder, gazing down into the pot of ashes. The boy, unaware because of his intense crying, did not notice as they sparrows flew down from the tree and began to pick the lentils from the pot. Had he seen what was happening, he may have tried to stop them but the birds were quick with their work.
When Toris lifted his head to dry away his tears, all of the lentils were sitting in a pile in front of him. He gasped, gazing up into the tree at the sparrows that gazed back down at him. Perhaps, his tears had let his mother hear him, and she had tried to soothe his pain.
"Thank you mother..." he muttered, ever so grateful for the help.
The brunette gathered the lentils into his hands, placing them in his pocket as he quickly made his way back to the house to confront his stepmother. He had a bright smile on his face, there was no way that his stepmother could deny that he had succeeded with the challenge.
He did not count on his stepmother's cruel heart though.
"You still can't go to the ball!" the Hungarian woman insisted as she stood before their home gates, herself and her daughters ready to leave in a carriage for the ball.
"But...but why not? I did what you asked!" Toris cried out, now for once slightly angry at being denied once again.
"Look at yourself boy, the princess will not want to dance with you!" she cackled, joining her daughters in the carriage then being driven off towards the castle.
Toris could only watch with sorrow as the carriage left. How foolish had he been to believe that his dream would ever come true? A simple servant like him would never get to go to the ball...
With the sadness that was suddenly blooming inside his heart, he was compelled to return to the tree of his mother's grave to cry to her once more. The only sound heard in the night air could be the Lithuanian boy's sobs as he muttered under his breath.
"I wish...I wish..." he mumbled, wiping tears from his eyes.
"Do you know what you wish...?" whispered a soft voice in reply.
Toris lifted his head, looking for a source of the voice yet seeing no one in his company. Was he finally going mad? Perhaps his mother's spirit was finally answering him.
"Y-Yes..." Toris said, sniffling as he stared at the tree hopefully.
"Are you certain that what you wish is what you want...?" the strange voice asked once more, the voice seemed to calm Toris till his tears were dried away.
"I am certain..." he said with more determination than before.
"Then make a wish!" the voice sang to him. "Ask the tree...and you will get your wish!"
Though he was still shaking, Toris managed to stand up, eyes locked onto the tree that he had cared for through out his young life. He gulped, closing his eyes as if in prayer.
"Shiver and quiver little tree..." he murmured. "Gold and silver rain down on me...I want to get my wish..."
When he opened his eyes, there was indeed sparkles of gold and silver raining down upon him from the tree's branches. A faint red orb was hovering through the rain of sparkles, until it hovered just in front of him. Then with a flash of scarlet light, a man slightly smaller than himself appeared. He had deep red hair, flowing in fact that was held back in a long pony tail. Although Toris was able to tell this was a man, the person was odd for wearing a soft pink dress that went down to the ground. An elegant wand in his hands and a smile on his face...and Toris believed maybe his mother was watching over him.
"Do not worry Toris, for you shall go to the ball!" sang the scarlet haired stranger, waving the wand and sending a trail of shimmering dust around him.
"W-Who are you...?" Toris dared to ask.
The man giggled and gently tapped Toris' nose with his wand. "Silly boy, I'm your fairy god mother, Vlad! And I know it has been your dream to go to the ball, so I shall make that dream come true, with a Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo!"
With another flick of his wand, light engulfed the Lithuanian and his ragged clothes were transformed. No longer was he dressed in simple patchwork, but a very royal and sofisticated white tuxedo with a small red rose clipped to the coat pocket. Toris glanced down at his feet and noticed that his shoes almost looked like they were made of silver.
"T-Thank you so much Vlad!" he said, almost on the verge of tears again as he hugged his fairy god mother.
"You are welcome, but please, time is of the essence! The spell doesn't last long, you only have till midnight before it wears away and you'll be back into your normal clothes!" said Vlad, patting the other's back.
"But how will I get to the castle? I don't have a carriage..." muttered Toris.
"That is no problem for my magic!" Vlad giggled, waving his wand and in another sparkle of light, a shimmering crystal carriage appeared before them, to be pulled by four amazing ivory stallions. "Now hurry, with great haste to the castle my boy!"
Toris' eyes lit up in delight as he climbed into the carriage and it pulled away, he turned to wave at the kind man but noticed that he was gone, and only the branches of the tree waved back at him.
Meanwhile, at the royal ball...
The famous 'princess' that the ball was being held for was actually the king's son, but since childhood the young Polish lad had insisted that the best fashion was always for girls. Yet his French father found no problem in dressing his beloved son in pretty dresses imported from the finest boutiques in France. Anything to make his little Feliks happy.
But now, dressed in a fabulous silken baby blue dress, Feliks was anything but happy. Yes, he loved his dress, he was grateful to his father for throwing such a wonderful ball for him but the people were so dull! All they did was talk, they didn't treat him like a princess!
Unknown to anyone else though, Toris had finally arrived at the ball, looking slightly nervous had being surrounded by such elegantly dressed people. But he was finally living his dream! He was so happy, gazing at the so many beautiful people dancing around the ball room. Toris was so happy in fact that he didn't notice that he had walked straight into the beloved princess.
"Like, watch where you are going!" snapped Feliks with an angry pout.
Any confidence poor Toris almost vanished when he turned around and realised that he had nearly knocked over the princess. Could you be imprisoned for nearly knocking over royalty?
"I-I am s-so sorry!" he spluttered, looking around nervously at the people glancing in their direction.
Feliks' face softened slightly as he gazed up and down at the stuttering man. He found him to be handsome - well dressed as well, not to tacky or over the top. And his shoes, they were to die for! This man obviously had his own sense of style and wasn't afraid of it (though his stuttering did make him appear as if he were afraid of something else). Feliks thought the man had such a pretty face as well - that soft hair and sparkling eyes...he just wanted to hug the man and never let go.
Surely, it was love at first sight?
"It's like fine, but you have to dance with me now~" Feliks giggled.
Toris stopped babbling his apologies as he stared at the blonde. Him? Dance with the princess? Just being at the ball seemed a dream come true...but to dance with such a beautiful person...
He snapped out of his day dream and cleared his throat, bowing slightly and offering his hand to the blonde. "I-It would be m-my pleasure..." Toris said with a polite smile.
Feliks couldn't help but squeal in delight as he grabbed the man's hands and led him to the center of the ball room floor. The two sure complimented each other, Toris actually being a superb dancer (he practiced at home with his sweeping broom a lot). As they danced, the two gazed lovingly into each other's eyes and surely it was a match made by fate.
However long they had danced for was uncertain, though Toris was broken from his thoughts of the blonde princess when he heard the bells from the clock tower - midnight was approaching. Hastily, he let go of Feliks' hands.
"I-I'm sorry, really I am..." he said, stepping back. "I-I have to go..."
With that he turned and ran away through the crowds of dancers, muttering apologies to whoever he bumped into. Feliks tried to run after him but it was awfully difficult in a dress. "Wait, come back!" he called, not wanting to let his true love get away from him.
Toris stumbled slightly down the palace steps, glancing back he saw that one of his silver shoes had fallen off. He was about to go back to pick it up but he saw Feliks at the top of the stairs. There was no way he was letting the princess see him transform into a mere servant so he resorted in fleeinig once more, leaving the shoe on the palace steps. He clambered into his carriage, blushing a deep red as it drove off.
Feliks could only watch as the carriage rolled away, how would he ever find his love if he didn't even know his name. He stopped when he noticed the shoe left on the stairs of the palace, elegantly bending down to pick it up.
"I'll have to like...totally search everywhere for my man~" Feliks said with determination. "He'll be the one that fits this gorgeous shoe!"
The next day...
"Why is Toris so happy all of a sudden?" grumbled Natalia as Katyusha brushed her silvery hair.
"I-I don't know...he won'y stop smiling..." her older sister mumbled.
Said male was sweeping the floors of their home, but was humming with a dreamy smile on his face. Last night had been the most amazing night of his life and he had enjoyed it. Even if he were to never leave his home again, he would die a happy man now.
Just then the footman, a nervous Latvian boy by the name of Raivas, burst through the front doors waving a letter around.
"I-I have a letter f-from the p-palace for t-the lady!" he yelled out, shaking slightly as he held tightly onto the piece of paper.
Toris could only clutch onto his broom and watch as his stepmother and siblings entered the room, the Hungarian woman quickly snatching the paper from the Latvian boy.
"The princess is in search of his true love, who attended the ball last night...apparantly whoever fits the silver shoe will be his husband and future king!" said the stepmother with a sneer.
"Husband? So he's looking for a man?" asked Katyusha with a small frown. It would be lovely to be married to royalty.
"This is nonsence! As feminate as the 'princess' is, his father will surely not allow him to marry another male!" the stepmother insisted. "No, I am sure that the shoe will fit a woman...specifically one of you two."
Toris' eyes widened at that idea, that was his shoe, surely it was his chance of freedom! He was going to speak up and say that obviously the princess was searching for a man when the Hungarian woman turned to him with a glare. "Go to your room Toris" she hissed angrily.
He would have objected normally, but now everyone's eyes were on him and he felt like he was up against the wall. He couldn't speak, only silently nod and leave the room to go to his own quarters. Though he didn't notice that Natalia had followed him and once the Lithuanian was inside his room, she closed the door and locked it from the outside. "Now you won't be trying on that shoe..." she muttered, placing the key in her dress pocket and walking off.
Toris had heard the click of the lock and frantically ran to the door, trying to open it. He had been locked in! Now he would never get to try on that shoe...
He turned his head to look out of the small window, eyes widening when he saw the princess step out of his carriage and walk towards his home. What was he going to do, he was going to miss his one chance at true happiness.
Then an idea came to him. He closed his eyes, clasped his hands together...
"I know what I wish..." he whispered. "I'm certain that what I wish is what I want...so I make my wish...please help me..."
He was unsure if the sort of prayer would work, but then from the shadows of the room came that familar red light that seemed to warm is very soul.
"What is wrong Toris...?" asked that familiar voice.
"I-I'm locked in here, and the princess is downstairs looking for me. If I don't get out t-then I might never s-see him again!" said Toris, shaking slightly from trying to hold back his tears.
"Do not worry my boy, you and Feliks are meant to be!" the friendly fairy said.
The little orb of light flew towards the door handly, gently nudging it before it disappeared in a burst of sparkles. Toris reache dover and turned the knob, breaking out into a bright smile when the door opened. He ran down the stairs, two at a time, noticing that Natalia was trying her best to make the silver shoe fit while the princess kept crying "I like, didn't dance with a girl!"
"W-Wait, let me try, please!" Toris cried out, getting the attention of everyone in the room.
Feliks looked over at Toris then back at the Hungarian woman with a pout. "You said there was like, no men in this house."
The woman didn't reply, just cast an evil glare at the Lithuanian. He ignored it the best he could as he stepped forward. "May I?"
The princess gladly snatched the shoe from Natalia, and handed it over to Toris. There was a slight hint of hope in the Polish man's gaze, as if willing Toris to be the one that the shoe would fit. Said brunette slipped off his right shoe, and with the knowledge that everyone was watching now, easily fit into the silver shoe. As soon as it fit, Feliks practically flew into his arms, hugging him tightly.
"I totally knew you were the one!" he laughed, pulling the man down to kiss him.
It was the most amazing experience (aside from the wonderful ball) that Toris had ever experienced. He wrapped his arms around the princess' waist and they sealed their love together with that one lingering kiss.
And so, Toris finally found his happiness. With permission from the king, Toris married Feliks and they became prince and princess together. Toris now lives with Feliks in the castle...as for his former step family, they didn't find their happiness.
But some just aren't that lucky.
End
Don't you just love the fluff?
I enjoyed writing for Poland, I always do~!
The next story will be Orkney White and the Seven Micro Nations!
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