"Where are we?" Sicily wondered aloud. "This isn't France's house…" She glanced around, then down at herself. She was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, rather than her military uniform.
"Of course it's not papa's house, sissy~" Paris responded, sporting a very girly peace sign- how can that become girly, I don't even know. Ask Paris.
"... I'm not related to you, Frenchie."
"Denial with a capital D, my dear~"
"Shut up…" Resolutely staring the opposite direction of Paris, Sicily realized, "This is a dream, isn't it? Is Tokyo here too?"
"If it were a dream you'd be a man….I MEAN YOU'D BE NICER AND MUCH MORE CUTER," Realizing this was getting her nowhere, the French woman sighed, "I'll shut up…."
"So that's what I would be in your dreams? Well, too bad, this isn't your dream, it's mine!" Sicily shot a sharp stare at the blonde, daring her to argue.
"It's actually mine…"
"Oh, really? How do you figure that, oh wise one?"
"It's actually mine!" a high-pitched voice piped up, Fia appearing on Sicily's shoulder.
"I-I thought it was mine," Tokyo mumbled, appearing beside them.
"Oh, Tokyo's here! NOW TOMATO SUSHI IS COMPLETE!" Fia jumped to her feet and grinned.
"Fia, do shut up…" Sicily muttered as Tokyo blushed. She continued, "Could it be that it isn't any of ours?"
"Italians don't make fairies be quiet," Fia deepened her voice to try and be a little menacing.
"I'm Sicilian," she objected. "I do what I want. Now excuse me while I go bang my head on the wall and try to wake up..."
"Don't hurt yourserf, Siciry-chan!" Tokyo cried, glomping Sicily to keep her from trying anything.
"Can we all just focus on trying to wake up….?" Paris muttered, flicking a piece of her hair out of her face.
"You don't tell me what to do!" Sicily shot back at her.
"I'm the oldest here! Well, technically Kyo is, but since she won't acknowledge it, I'm the oldest!"
"In that case, how about I wake you up?" Sicily smacked her in the face.
Paris shot her a glare and elbowed her in the stomach, rubbing her face. "Hmph…."
Sicily doubled over in pain briefly. Straightening, she observed, "This isn't a normal dream."
"Well, let's figure out how to get out, Captain Sicily~" Fia smiled, walking across Tokyo's head.
"Actually, I think it might be- oh look at that, everything's exploding," Sicily commented, as casually as though she was merely taking note of the weather.
"HOW IS THAT WEATHER?" Paris questioned loudly, seeing what her little sister saw.
"Looks like this might be the end. See you later!" Sicily smiled as everything shattered into a thousand shards of a dream.
=^w^=
Those shards quickly gathered together behind the blast of darkness. Forming recognizable shapes quickly, it seemed time itself had blurred together to show only a mere second.
In a dark, almost-bare room, Tokyo gradually came into view, laying on a bed. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, as if she had been asleep.
"Wait… Whe…?" The girl glanced around the room, confused. She blinked once from the light filtering through the nearby windows. "...Where… is this place?"
Jumping out of bed, Tokyo walked about the room, searching for any clues. Just a minute ago… wasn't I with someone? Racking her brain, Tokyo could only find hazy memories. Ah, I get it! I must be dreaming!
A wave of security washed over with her realization, and the Japanese girl decided to give in to her curiosity. Slowly opening the room's door, she carefully made her way down the long staircase. It had led to a large room, with a cold, yet smooth floor. She didn't realize she was currently barefoot. "Herro?"
Footsteps came from the room across the hall. Nerves started to manifest in the pit of Tokyo's stomach. "W-who's there?"
"It's me, obviously." A dark and looming figure appeared from behind the corner. The man had sharp, violet eyes and a kind of platinum-blond color for hair. His dress was long, puffy, and blue with both white and red designs on the hems. "Now, go start your chores."
Something about the sight of the man seemed so off, it was kind of awkward. But she couldn't put her finger on it.
"I-I'm sorry? ...Russia? W-what chores?"
"That's 'Mother Russia' to you. And don't tell me you've forgotten? You should know what they are, da?"
His voice was slow, but no doubt he was angry.
"I-I-I-I… N-no…? No, I haven't?" Panic surged through her. What chores? Why did Russia insist to be called 'Mother Ru- Oh my mapre, what if he took me ov-
He gave a small sigh. "It doesn't matter. I took the time to write it out last night. We'll all be heading out to get last minute preparations done for the ball tonight. You can join us when you finish, da?" 'Mother' Russia smiled and took out a small, folded up piece of paper from his dress pocket before handing it to her. Opening it up, Tokyo found that there were a lot more folds to it than there seemed. Completely unfolded, it quite literally touched the floor.
She had to do this all today? ...A-and what ball?
"U-um… t-there's a barr tonight?" she asked, barely able to look up at his creepy face.
"...Did you hit your head last night? ...Just go clean the kitchen."
"...Y...Yes, ma'am," she muttered, watching him go down the hallways.
Without any logical reasoning, she was starting to realize that the "we" he had mentioned was referencing Mother Russia as well as her brothers and sisters, to whom he was so kind. Letting out a sigh, Tokyo made her way to the kitchen and began her chores. It was close to 18:00 when she was three-fourths done. Everyone else had already left.
"I wirr never get this done…" she muttered, feeling her hope quickly die and replace itself with sadness. She had really wanted to go, but it seems her weeks of planning were a bust.
Suddenly a loud yelp of 'HEY, I WAS FLYING THERE, STUPID STAIRS!' could be heard from outside the room the Asian girl had been cleaning. Jolting up from her position, she ran towards the main room to see what was the matter. There she saw another girl, wearing some short blue dress, on the ground.
"A-are you alright, m-miss?" ...Who was she? And how did she get in our house?!
"Oui, I'm fine~" The girl sat up rather quickly and got to her feet, dusting herself off and putting on a smile, "Well...aren't you wondering who I am?!"
"H-hai… I am… W-who are you?"
"Who am I? WHO AM I? Well, my dear, I am the all powerful! The..wait." She dug into her pockets and pulled out a couple of cards, continuing, "blah blah blah, something about dumb Asians and sexy Sicilians….OH HERE IT IS!" She grinned and put them away. "I AM YOUR ALL POWERFUL AND AMAZINGLY TALENTED GODMOTHER….friend...thing...oh forget it, my name's Paris and you're getting sexified whether you like it or not so suck it up."
"W-w-w-what?! NOOO!" The scared, blushing Japanese girl proceeded to run back to the kitchen to hide. This person needed to go to a mental institution or something.
"You aren't going anywhere so get back here and SIT DOWN!" She grabbed her collar and sat her back down in front of the fairy.
Big, bubbly tears formed in her eyes. "B-b-but, I don't wanna get 'sexified'..."
The French girl smiled and ruffled her hair. "Aww, you're cute. Now there's a Sicilian prince who needs some serious Frenching so lets get you in a nice pretty dress~~"
"MOTHER IN HEAVEN, THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANTED. THIS IS NOT HOW I WANTED TO DIE."
"Oh quit whining and come on!" She grinned and waved her hand, a giant spellbook appearing in her hands, "hmm...Jamaican crab, no, Caesar salad, NO I AM NOT MAKING HER GREEK I REMEMBERED WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME WHEN THAT HAPPENED...someone died…..and it wasn't pretty. Aah here it is~~ Asian beauty~ Only lasts til….MIDNIGHT!? OH COME ON, THERE COULD'VE BEEN SOME ROMANTIC French ACTION GOING ON-" seeing that she was scaring her..god child thing, she stopped and took out her wand. "This won't hurt a bit, now c'mere and let Paris love you~~"
"I-I don't want anything to do with this French stuff…" She leaned forward. "I-It… arr sounds... dirty." This person was definitely mental.
"Because it is, sweet cheeks~" she smiled wickedly and waved her wand, giving the girl a gorgeous kimono-like dress with gold trim and white fabric with silver cherry blossom designs on the end, her hair going into a graceful yet simple braid topped with a gold dragon pin, finally giving her a comfortable pair of black flats that Asian people wear. "There, that wasn't so bad, now, was it?"
The girl was pleasantly surprised. "H-how…? I-it's so beautifur! T-thank you, Paris!" she cried, smiling, as if forgetting the whole ordeal that she was French.
"Hehe, no problem. You need to be back here by midnight or princy boy finds out you're a maid," Paris recalled before looking at a clock, "Forgot something!" She ran out the front door, only to trip on nothing and fall on her face. "...ow...I meant to do that...or is that payback for accidentally getting Romania killed...?"
"...Shourd… Shourd I rearry trust you?" ...Maybe that was who she turned into a salad.
"Toyotally~ even Fia trusts me with atomic bombs~~"
"W-who the what no- Nevermind. I… I'm so happy you did this for me… but… how wourd I even get to the barr…?" ...Not to mention all the chores she still had to do, and blah blah blah, all that other stuff.
"Let me get that done for you~~" She waved her wand again and shouted something in French that sounded like 'ALRIGHT YOU LAZY TOMATO, TURN INTO A CARRIAGE FOR MY SEXY LADY FRIEND NOW!'
And within seconds, a tomato laying conveniently nearby turned into an expensive-looking carriage.
"..Norway owes me a dollar...and he has to dress up like Tinker Bell for an entire year...hehe, in his face."
The scared and beaming Asian took a few more steps away from the French fairy. "S-so… d-does this mean I-I can go to the barr now?"
She nodded, "Go get some Sicilian booty~~"
I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. Waving at Paris, she climbed into the carriage. "Thank you for everything~!"
"No problem! Remember, midnight!"
~timeskip~
It wasn't long before the carriage had arrived at the castle. Walking up the stairs and into the large, magnificent building seemed like a dream. However, it quickly turned into a nightmare when she saw how many people were there. ...And she was pretty sure most of them were staring at her.
The Sicilian prince just happened to be looking toward the door when she walked in, and he was immediately entranced by her beauty and couldn't look anywhere else.
Fia followed his gaze and giggled, "I see you staring at that sexy little Asian~ Go on, ask her to dance!"
"Oh, do shut up," the prince replied with a smile. "You're my advisor, not my love-life dictator." Nevertheless, he approached the girl to ask for a dance. For some reason, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had seen her somewhere before.
Hesitantly accepting his offer, she let him lead her around the room, rather oblivious to his status as the prince. The whole time, she was blushing and stuttering - as usual - while trying to have a conversation with him.
"I-I'm impressed~ Where did you rearn how to d-dance?" she awkwardly queried.
Sicily laughed softly, "All Italians must know how to dance, si?"
"Oh? Y-you're Itarian?" Tokyo blushed as she remembered what Paris the fairy god friend had said.
He hummed an affirmative and continued, "But it's not my Italian blood talking when I say you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen~ So tell me, what's your name?"
"I-I... W-what?" Realizing she was being rude, the Japanese girl paused and quickly answered, "My name is... Cindererra. U-um, and yourserf?"
"Pretty name, too," the prince observed. Noticing her dragon hairpin, he touched it lightly and remarked, "I like dragons... You can call me Draco~"
A flustered Tokyo blinked several times before smiling, "T-that's wonderfur~ I-is that, um… a nickname?"
Considering for a moment, he said, "Hmm, I suppose, in the sense that it's not what I'm usually called, but it's a name and I like it~"
The girl giggled, "W-werr… I'm honored to be abre to carr you Draco~"
Sicily smiled warmly, "I'm honored to have a princess like you call me Draco~"
"If I'm a princess, you're a prince," she replied, giggling and blushing once more.
Sicily blinked rapidly, suddenly flustered, and stuttered, "W-wait, what? Who told you?!"
Before the red-faced Tokyo could think of anything else to say, she tripped while admiring the handsome Sicilian prince.
"S-Sorry! I-"
BONG! The clock tower outside starting to loudly chime, signaling the new hour. Looking over her shoulder, Tokyo saw - with dread - that it was already midnight. How could time fly by so quickly?
The girl turned back to Draco and stepped away. "O-oh, I must be going! I'm sorry!" Without waiting to see how he would respond, she took off into the night.
BONG!
The prince blinked - why was everything fading? - and cried out, "Cinderella! Wait!"
BONG!
Tokyo would have responded with her usual apology, but she tripped over herself. She lost one of her slippers, but that didn't matter. She was in too much of a panic to care, nor notice that the world around her was quickly disappearing.
BONG!
Sicily shook himself and began to chase after the girl. He had to catch up to her, and...what?
The girl was gone, and before the last bong's echo disappeared, the illuminated castle, and the rest of the world around it, had faded into darkness with her.
A/N: Ciao~! Just me here this time. The others were here to write but they left me to post it by myself. Side note, I really don't know whether male Sicily's name is Draco or if he just pulled it out of an imaginary hat or something because of Tokyo's dragon pin. What do you guys think? So anyway, thank you for reading, and please review, favorite and follow if you like this crackish...thing. Addio until next time~!
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