A/N: I STILL don't own Hetalia or any of its characters, or any fairytale I use. Thank you for your kind reviews, and thanks especially to HaniChanTwili for the awesome idea of a Peter Pan chapter! Also, I dedicate this chapter to Bookgirl14, who wanted a fairytale for Canada. Here you go!

Guide

C = Canada

P = Prussia

G = Germany

I = Italy

The Princess and the Pea

On to our third fairytale-

G: Isn't two enough? We need to get on with our meeting.

I: Ve~ But Germany, I like these stories!

Yeah, tough potatoes, Mister Germany; I think everyone is enjoying these stories.

P: Jeez, West, don't try to stop before I get my awesome story!

G: F-fine. One more story. That's it!

Like you call the shots. In any case, our next story is based on the Princess and the Pea. So, let me begin!

Once upon a time, there was a lovely princess from a land way up north. Her name was Matilda Williams.

C: I-I'm the princess…?

P: Heh, you're pretty cute when you blush.

C: H-hey, don't just say embarrassing things like that, eh!

P: It's not embarrassing, it's awesome... Prinzessin.*

Awww… Ah, but enough flirting, Prussia. I've barely even started the story… So, Ah…

Princess Matilda had long, wavy blonde hair, and soft blue eyes. Despite how beautiful she was, she was often forgotten about, due to her shy personality and super-outgoing big sister who isn't important to this story at all (sorry, America!). In any case, Matilda was very kind and loving, though often forgotten about.

She never got in any trouble, so her parents trusted her a lot. Enough, in fact, to take trips into the countryside by herself. Because if there as one thing Matilda loved, it was the outdoors. To her, there was nothing better than the sweet smell of pine, and the soft chatter of birds in the trees.

C: That does sound nice…

Unfortunately, that also meant that she had no protection.

C: … That can't be good.

It wasn't good. Because one day, when Matilda was out riding her white horse Kumajiro in the woods, he was startled by a rabbit that had hopped into his path. Kumajiro reared, and the princess was thrown to the ground. She was left stranded as the white horse ran off into the forest.

P: Hey! Are we going to get to the awesome me, or what?

In a second! I was making the transition, ok? Jeez!

What Matilda didn't know, was that on the other side of the woods was a castle. The royal family living there consisted of Ludwig and Feliciana Beillschmidt

I: Ah, that's me! Ve~! It is, isn't it? I'm in the story!

Ahem. AND their son, Gilbert.

Now the king and queen (but mostly the queen) were in despair, because they could find no suitor for their son. He rejected every young princess that came to call, even the ones that passed Queen Feliciana's rigorous (and usually quite strange) tests to see if they were good enough for her son.

Prince Gilbert didn't like the idea of being tied down. He was wild and crazy, much to King Ludwig's chagrin.

G: You have no idea.

P: Kesesesesesese…

There was nothing Gilbert liked better than exploring the forest just outside his home. He enjoyed practicing his (admittedly impressive) swordsmanship there, and listening to the birds chirp happily in the trees. It was nice, to be surrounded by noise. Because no matter that he had a castle filled with servants, and had a loving mother and father… Prince Gilbert always felt so very, very alone.

P: B-being alone is fun! S-see? It's fine!

And as much as he would never admit it, being lonely was a terrible feeling.

But that still didn't mean he was going to get married to some random person. So… He found a yellow bird.

No, no, you heard that right, a bird. And after a few months of slow interaction, a friendship built between them. In fact, the bird liked Prince Gilbert so much that it began to perch on his head when he left the forest, and followed him everywhere. Eventually, his mother (oblivious as she was) noticed the animal, and brought up the question of what it was to be named. Prince Gilbert decided to christen the bird after himself, and came up with the inventive name 'Gilbird'.

P: Gilbird! Gilbird is in the story! How awesome!

Yes. Now shush for a bit.

Anyways, back to poor Princess Matilda, who was alone in the forest between her castle and the Beillschmidt castle. She cared deeply for her horse, Kumajiro, and chased immediately after him. Too bad for her, this only got her off the past and lost.

After a few hours, even she, who was so at home in nature, became panicked. Besides that, she hadn't eaten since she had left that morning at 5:00am, and she was achingly hungry, wishing only for a large plate of warm pancakes, drizzled in syrup.

P: Now I'm hungry! Not awesome at all! Mattie, make me some of your super-awesome pancakes!

C: I-I'm getting hungry too, but I can't just make them on the spot, eh!

I: Ve~ let's ask someone to make food for us while we listen! I'd like some pasta please!

G: Italy, we can't just ask people to-

I'm sure France can whip something up, since he's not in this one, but will you all PLEASE let me continue with the story? I'm just getting to the good part!

I: I'm so sorry! We'll stop talking, right Germany?

G: … Yes, we'll all stop interrupting now.

P: … Feh.

C: I-I apologize, w-we really didn't mean to…

No, no, it's fine, Canada. Now… Let's see… I was rambling about pancakes, right? Here we are!

And so, hungry and alone, the poor princess wandered around, trying to find her way home. Until it started raining. Princess Matilda was actually quite fragile, and even though the trees caught much of the rain, she was soaking and shivering in no time at all. When she was at the last of her strength, she stumbled into a clearing. Her glasses toppled to the ground, and the scene around her became fuzzy. Still, Matilda beheld another figure in the clearing, before everything went dark.

C: Oh no…

Prince Gilbert was startled when someone entered his clearing. Whipping around, he held up his sword, in case it was an enemy. Instead, he found a blonde-haired young lady passed out on the forest floor. It was a few minutes later and a few loud peeps from Gilbird before the prince was able to tear his eyes away from the stranger. When he did, he sheathed his weapon, and gently picked up the woman in his arms. Gilbird hopped down to grab her glasses in his beak, and then flew back to his perch on the prince's head.

Gilbert carried Matilda all the way back to his castle. She still hadn't woken by then, but his mother cooed over how cute she was, and how they would make such a nice couple, if only she were 'really a princess'.

Finally, Princess Matilda stirred, and nearly jumped when she woke to find three people and a little yellow chick staring down at her. The woman, a small brunette with one wild curl looked absolutely delighted, and began to ramble on so fast that Matilda didn't really catch any of the conversation.

"Who are you?" the king asked finally.

"I-I'm Princess Matilda Williams…" she got out. "B-but where am I?"

"Oh, you're at our castle, ve~" the woman informed her cheerily. "I'm Queen Feliciana Beillschmidt, and this is my husband, Ludwig, and our son Gilbert!"

Matilda nodded, still a little confused, but let it drop.

Now, as oblivious as the queen could be most of the time, she could see the small spark of interest in her son's eyes. It was definitely time for some tests! She'd see if this princess was good enough for Gilbert.

"Come with me!" the queen said, grabbing Matilda's hand and nearly dragging her off.

The Queen thought of every test she could think of, to see if Matilda was a real princess, and she passed them all. Still, so had all the others that Gilbert hadn't liked. And so Feliciana thought up one more test.

She ordered that a guest room be made up, and on top of the mattress was to be laid the thinnest piece of uncooked angel hair pasta in the entire castle. Then twenty more mattresses would be set on top of that. If Matilda could still feel the pasta noodle through all those mattresses, then that would definitely prove she was a princess. Or so the queen's logic went.

G: … Why does this somehow seem like something that would actually happen…?

I: You're right, Germany! That's a really good idea to test for princesses. Ve~!

I'm not quite sure that's what Germany meant… Um.. In any case…

So Matilda was led to the guest room, and though completely baffled by the twenty towering mattresses, didn't comment. She instead climbed a ladder all the way to the top, and laid down on the bed.

The next morning, when Queen Feliciana and King Ludwig woke up, Matilda was setting plates of… Something… On the table.

"You're up early," the king commented.

"Did you get a good night's sleep?" the queen added.

Matilda blushed, feeling almost ashamed to tell the truth.

"I-I'm afraid I didn't…" she mumbled. "Thank you for all the mattresses, but… It felt like I was lying on a stick the whole night…"

Then Queen Feliciana knew that Matilda was a real princess, and was completely overjoyed. Now if only Gilbert would propose to her…

It was something Queen Feliciana didn't have to worry about. Because as soon as Prince Gilbert smelled the unfamiliar but heavenly scent of the breakfast Matilda had made, he swore he'd marry her on the spot. That feeling strengthened once he actually got a bite of what Matilda told him was 'pancakes with maple syrup'.

Gilbert hadn't had much of a varied diet, since his parents were both obsessed with certain foods. So he always had to eat pasta, potatoes, or sausage. And this new food, these 'pancakes', were so decidedly awesome, that he never wanted Matilda to leave.

So he proposed. Matilda was taken aback, but eventually said yes. Then the two of them got married and lived happily ever after, and Gilbert never had to eat pasta for breakfast ever again.

P: Yeah! Very awesome! Of course it was to be expected; I could make any story awesome.

Both Feliciana and Ludwig were glad that their son was finally married. And watching the two interact, Queen Feliciana was reminded of her own romance. It was a rather interesting story. The Queen turned to look at the King and smiled. Maybe she would tell Gilbert and Matilda about it one day.

I: Ve~! What a great ending! Right, Germany? Right?

G: Er… Yes. But… But that's it. No more stories. We have to get back to our meeting.

P: But West, that means you'll miss your story.

C: Yes, it sounded like it would be next…

It is next. And Italy wants to hear. Right?

I: Yes! Ve~ come on, Germany, let's hear the story, please?

G: … O-ok.

Alright! The next story is yours! But for now, I think it's time for-

The End

* Prinzessin is 'princess' in German, and is sometimes used as a sort of pet name for a girlfriend.