Yes, I understand that the way the spell SHOULD work is if Alfred makes the vow to Arthur in his mind, but physically gestures to the wrong person the spell should still know he means Arthur, not Toris who looks like Arthur. But the spell is stupid and thinks that he means Toris just because he fucking physically gestured to him even though he looks just like Arthur uuuuuuugh can you tell how much this movie frustrates me now that I'm old enough to question it. I'm sure that if you were to rewatch the movie, you would see the plot holes and understand my frustration.

Just in case you wonder later on, Russia, Ukraine, and Belarus are not related in this. Same for Prussia and Germany if he comes in later.

Enjoy the chapter and have a happy Thanksgiving!

Chapter 10

Kings and queens, princes and princesses, they came from all around for Elizaveta's ball. As they arrived, three footmen were there to greet them. One had short silvery white hair, light pink-ish eyes, and a puffin perched on his shoulder. The other two were both Asian men with short dark brown hair and golden eyes, one with a large grin on his face and the other with a more bored expression. They sang as they opened coach doors for the guests.

"Every single royal on the planet prayed to be invited to the ball. Every Lili, Lucille, and Kim-Ly would come by coach or boat to be here. Most would swim the moat to be here, just to be at this historic gala. They would walk around or even crawl. Rumor is that at this joyous scene tonight the prince will likely choose his future queen tonight."

Inside the queen's room, Elizaveta and Alfred were putting the finishing touches on their ball attire. Elizaveta was putting the last of her jewelry on while Alfred tried to get that one piece of hair to stay down, though he wasn't having any luck. Eventually he gave up. After a knock on the door, Feliks peeked his head into the room.

"Your Majesty, it's, like, getting totally crowded."

"Very well, you may begin the introductions. We'll be out in a moment."

The chamberlain was just about to leave when the queen spoke again.

"And Feliks, no mistakes this time."

The Polish boy let out an awkward sounding laugh, blushing in embarrassment at the reminder of his mistake from the last ball they held.

"Like, no way, never again, Your Majesty." And with that he closed the door behind him and made his way back to the party.

Elizaveta smiled at her son before getting up from her seat in front of the mirror and making her way to the door as well. "Don't forget Alfred, I want you to tell me who it is the moment they arrive."

The prince just chuckled as he followed her out the door. "Don't worry, you'll know him when you see him. Trust me."

Outside the castle of Swan Lake, Gilbert paced back and forth, him and his two companions trying to figure out a plan to free Arthur from his watery prison and get him to the ball. Suddenly Gilbert stopped all movement and yelled out, "Ah!" The surprise caused Francis to fall back into the dirt.

"What?"

"It's coming," replied the black eagle.

Antonio and Francis raised their eyebrows in confusion. The turtle asked, "What is?"

"An idea. An awesome, huge, colossal idea!"

"Sounds big."

The bird wrapped his wings around the Spanish turtle's neck, pulling him in close to listen to his amazing idea.

"Alright, listen to this. Water leaks into the dungeon, right? So there must be a hole in the wall somewhere. We'll swim down to the bottom of the lake, find the hole, make the hole bigger, and BAM! Arthur is free!"

"I think you are forgetting two things," Francis said pointing to the alligators in the water.

"His lordship has a point," Antonio had to admit.

"Not to worry. First we'll need a scout."

"And just who do you think is going to get in that water with those beasts?"

Gilbert grinned at the frog. "He's got to be a good swimmer."

"I should say so."

Antonio had caught on to what Gilbert was trying to do. "He's got to be small."

"Teeny tiny, not to be seen."

The black eagle put his wing around Francis' shoulders and leaned in as if telling him a secret. "And it wouldn't hurt if he were green for camouflage."

"That's right, good swimmer, small, and gree- mon Dieu, you mean me?!" Francis tried to make a run for it once he realized they were going to make him get in the gator infested lake. But he didn't make it very far before his friends pulled him back towards the water.

"Thank you all for being here. I know some of you just hate pageants, but being a pageant girl myself in my younger days, I just couldn't resist! 1, 2, 3," Elizaveta counted down, music starting on her queue.

Alfred watched on in horror and embarrassment as the curtains were drawn back revealing princes and princesses for him to choose from. He had asked his mother not to turn this into one of her beauty pageants, but of course she didn't listen. Some of the suitors he recognised. Feliks stood at the front, soaking up the attention as he sang.

"Beauty and glamour and breeding unmatched."

"Royals on parade."

"Lovely, enthralling, and all unattached."

They all made their way down the grand double staircase.

"The hoi polloi and those well-bred agree each enjoy a royal pedigree."

"Born for success,"

"Each possesses a spark, each a remarkable choice."

The suitors made there way over to Alfred, who just stood there feeling awkward and embarrassed.

"Boy oh boy these royal highnesses all have pluses, they've no minuses. Gaze upon,"

"Royals on parade."

Roderich jumped in then, giving introductions for some of the princes and princesses.

"This princess comes from Ukraine where corn and sunflowers grow. She plays croquet and harpsichord and sews her own clothes!"

A rather large breasted woman approached Alfred with a smile and curtsied before bouncing away.

"Miss Natalia isn't known for taking the path of least resistance. She hails from Belarus and came the farthest distance."

This princess had a naturally scarier look on her face, but upon reaching Prince Alfred her cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she curtsied to him.

"This prince lives to help the world, he finds no task too menial. And all the other royals think he's the most congenial."

Lovino's younger twin brother, Prince Feliciano, came up to Alfred and happily shook his hand. As Alfred kissed his hand, the Italian prince leaned in and whispered to the other, "Have you seen my fratello?" He knew that he and Lovino were best friends, so if anyone would know where his brother was then he would. Alfred gave a small smile. "No, I'm afraid I haven't. I've been looking for him since this morning." Feliciano nodded and went back to his business, blowing kisses to the ladies in the room.

"Vash is from Switzerland where our weapons and armor is made!"

A short blonde man holding two AK-47s in his hands approached the prince with quite the intimidating look on his face. He bowed to be polite, but other than that he didn't seem to want a kiss or a handshake. And Alfred was going to fully respect that in fear of getting shot.

"Gaze upon," Feliks continued on.

"Royals on parade."

"This is the likely occasion when the heir to the throne picks a wife."

The suitors sang together, "This may be the day that Prince Alfred will say,"

"Where have you been all my life?" Feliks sang in place of Alfred. Some of the princesses swooned at the thought of Prince Alfred choosing them to be his bride.

"Brilliant, beguiling, the smiling brigade."

"Royals on parade."

"Each the pride of their community, each a golden opportunity."

"Just the thought that crown Prince Alfred'll face his choice and he's hysterical."

The princes and princesses climbed back up the staircase as the song was coming to an end.

"Gaze upon, heap praise upon,"

"These radiant, glamorous, luminous, dazzling,"

"Royals on parade!"

Feliks took a bow at the end of his number, soaking in the applause. He was feeling pretty good about himself. That is, until there was a knock at the grand front doors. Alfred looked up, a smile growing on his face knowing who it must be. Elizaveta however had to force her smile as she regarded the chamberlain.

"Feliks, all who were invited are present, are they not?"

This had to be a joke. This wasn't really happening. Had he really messed up again? Did he forget someone again? Feliks looked through his list of guests checking for anyone he might have missed but he didn't find any mistake. "Yes, Your Majesty, I..." There was another knock on the doors.

"Open the door," the queen commanded of him.

Feliks raced up the staircase to the entrance, muttering to himself. "It's totally the milkman." Though really, the milkman wouldn't come at this time of night to the front door during a party. But Feliks was in so much denial, not wanting to come to terms with making another big mistake, that he would believe it anyway. When he opened the door to see it wasn't the milkman, he was a little more than disappointed. But when he realized who it was standing before him, his eyes widened with shock. Standing at the door in front of him was someone everyone had believed to be dead. At the doorway stood who he believe to be...Arthur.

I probably would have made this chapter longer but I really needed to get it out, and it's Thanksgiving so I can't spend all day working on it. It'll just have to wait until next week!

The footmen in the beginning were Korea, Hong Kong, and Iceland. The girls mentioned in their song were Monaco (Lucille, she doesn't have an official name and it was just one of the ones I found for her), Liechtenstein (Lili), and Vietnam (Kim-Ly, she also doesn't have an official name and this was one of the common names I found for her). The suitors were Ukraine, Belarus, Italy, and Switzerland. But that was obvious, I mentioned where they were from.

I hope you have a great Thanksgiving, eat lots of turkey and pie! Review, I'll see you all next week!