Warning: M-rated, contains LEMON in this chapter. Don't read if you don't like.

One Last Fairytale: Faith, Trust and Pixie Dust

From the day he was born, Arthur had been raised to be his country's heir to the throne. He was the only son of the previous king and queen, the hopes and dreams of his nation. But he was a "stubborn, arrogant fool," as his father said. He acted out, purposefully going against the rules and laws of his land from day one and just as when every prince turns eighteen; eligible princesses flocked to the castle to be chosen as the next queen. Arthur was disgusted with them all.

Leaning his head on his hand, elbow resting on the arm of the king's throne, he watched the girls chattering noisily on the floor below with disinterest. "I'm wondering why you came here at all," he muttered, glancing to the girl at his side.

She grinned broadly, kicking her legs back and forth as she sat in the queen's chair as if she owned it. Nonchalantly sweeping back her long brown hair from her viridian eyes, she replied, "Oh hush, like you care. Besides, if I sit here and talk with you, it'll dishearten all those silly girls down there. And that's what you want, isn't it?"

Arthur rolled his eyes but nodded in agreement. "More or less. But Elizaveta, what will Roderich say when he finds out you're here?"

Elizaveta smiled knowingly. "Nothing. He's from the West Kingdom, and married into my family, not the other way around. So technically, my royalty trumps his royalty." She patted Arthur's arm fondly, "Ah, the privileges of being your cousin."

"Distant cousin," Arthur corrected, making a face. "You're lucky your blood is of the Nobility at all."

She waved a hand as if to say "pish-posh," leaning over the edge of the chair to peer down at the gathered princesses below. "Oh, look Seychelles is here. She's from a lower branch of the Southeast family. She's probably the most normal, why don't you choose her?"

"Because," Arthur replied, his voice tinged with annoyance, "I don't want to get married."

"What about Liech over there then?" Elizaveta continued as if she hadn't heard. "Aren't you good friends with her cousin Vash?"

"Good enough to get ruin through with a sword should I touch her," Arthur grumbled. "And besides, Liech is like, what, thirteen now?"

"When has age mattered?" Elizaveta snorted, "I married Roderich at fourteen. You're just making up excuses now."

"Maybe so," the prince said airily. He cast a glance over the crowd of girls below with a frown, "What would I have to give you to make a distraction for me?"

A slow smile spread across Elizaveta's face, "I was hoping you'd ask. Can I bargain for free reign of your wardrobe from now on?"

Arthur considered for a moment, know full well that she probably had already picked up dozens of outfits for him to wear. If nothing else, it would piss his parents off to no end if he came up to them in a maid outfit. Or worse. "Deal," he said, holding out a hand for her to shake.

"Right," she grinned, shaking the hand enthusiastically, "Now skedaddle, cause I'm gonna make all hell break loose." She waited as Arthur casually slipped away down the hall before she launched herself into the crowd of suitors with an evil laugh.

The prince covered his ears as he heard the startled shrieks and squeals from the girls as he dashed down the hall, but he didn't dare look back to see what Elizaveta was doing. Noticing a guard a few rooms down, he turned towards the tall window to his right, throwing it open and jumping. He was only two stories up, but he still expected a rather rough landing, only to find himself entangled in a rather large bush. Growling in annoyance, he struggled to free himself, only to topple out onto his face, someone's loud laughter in his ears. Arthur groaned, raising his head from the ground to glare at the person laughing at a prince's misfortune.

The newcomer was a tall, broad-shouldered man, who couldn't have been more than two years older than Arthur himself. He put his hands on his knees, his mid-length blond hair falling over his crystal blue eyes as his sides shook with laughter. And he only laughed harder when he saw Arthur's furious glare.

"What are you laughing at?!" Arthur burst out, unable to contain his anger and frustration at the situation any longer. "How dare you laugh at the Prince of the Nobility!"

The older man covered his mouth with a hand, doing his best to choke back another fit of giggles. "I apologize, ami. But it's the height of hilarity to be sitting here and suddenly see the Crown Prince came flying out the window only to land in a bush." He snickered again, tilting his head to the side, blue eyes twinkling with amusement, "So were the girls really that ugly?"

Arthur frowned, "No. I just have no desire whatsoever to be anywhere near them."

"So you have no sex drive?" the other asked, grinning.

"That's not what I said!" Arthur cried out, face glowing red. He narrowed his eyes at the newcomer, "What are you doing on the castle grounds anyways?"

The other laughed at the suspicious look in Arthur's eyes, "Non, I'm not trespassing. I came here to escort mon Seychelles."

"You're from the Southeast Kingdom then?" Arthur made a face. That side of the kingdom was full of absolute weirdoes in his opinion. Case in point standing in front of him.

"Oui cheri," he smiled smugly, "my name is Francis von Bonnafoy."

Arthur blinked once, twice, "Bonnafoy? You're the second son of High Prince Roman?!"

"But of course," Francis laughed, enjoying the astonished expression on the other, "How did you think I got this lovely face." He waved a hand as Arthur continued to gape at him, "It's nothing special. Mon Antonio will inherit the title; he's a few years older than me. As you can see, I am just an escort. It's apparently on my list of duties, but I think my father made it up to get out of coming himself." He smiled, "So, Mon Arthur, now that you've escaped from the awkward ladies, what are you going to do?"

"Probably just sleep," Arthur muttered after a moment's thought.

Francis looked astonished, "What? That's it? Not acceptable!" He pulled the prince up off the ground, "Come, let's go do something exciting!"

"Exciting…?"

"Oui," Francis laughed, "Like… Oh, I know! I saw a unicorn in the stables earlier on the way here. Let's go look at it."

Arthur bit his lip, deciding not to mention that that was his unicorn, and that it hated everyone but its owner. In fact, it had tried to bite quite a few of his giggling suitors just this morning. But maybe he could use this as a way to get rid of this obnoxious guy. He smiled to himself, whistling Francis lead him to the stable, and hearing an excited whinny in reply.

But to his utter surprise. When Francis reached out a hand towards the silver haired unicorn, the creature nuzzled him, rather than bit him. Amazed, he glanced at Francis in confusion, "Are you bribing him somehow?"

"Non, this is the first time I've met him," Francis smiled.

The prince cast a way look at his steed, "Usually, Sterling bites everyone but me," he admitted, the unicorn gazing blankly at him when he shot him a glare.

"Can you ride him then?" Francis asked, petting the unicorn's silver nose with a content look on his face. "I've never seen anyone ride one of these before."

Arthur considered this a moment, and the possibility that Sterling might come to his senses and buck Francis off. "You want to try?" Before he'd even finished speaking, Francis had climbed up onto the door of Sterling's stable, swinging his legs over the unicorn's back. Arthur opened the door and watched, stunned, as Sterling trotted obediently out. "Did someone put something in your hay?" he mumbled under his breath. He gaped as Francis suddenly leaned down, pulling him up in front of him on the unicorn's back.

"Now we can have a real adventure," he laughed, digging his heels into the unicorn's sides and urging him into a gallop out of the stables.

He emerald eyes prince panicked, desperately seeking a handhold on Sterling's mane. There weren't any reigns, or a saddle, so it was only a matter of seconds before he started to fall. At least, until Francis hooked an arm securely around his waist, holding him steady.

The inside of the castle grounds was enough to hold not only the castle itself, but could have held a small town had the area inside not been full of various gardens. There was even a lake on the southern end. And it was on the shore of this lake that Francis pulled the unicorn to a halt. Arthur leaned back against his chest, eyes closed, "Are we dead?" he asked weakly.

"Of course not cheri," Francis chuckled. He didn't wait for Arthur to reply, jumping off Sterling and down onto the sand. And then to the prince's horror, he started to strip.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Arthur gasped, covering his eyes.

Francis glanced back at him with a "duh" expression on his face, "I'm going to swim in your lake." He flung his pants at Arthur, laughing as the blond gave an unmanly shriek and fell over backwards off the unicorn, landing with a strangled "oof" as the wind was knocked out of him. It took only a few minutes for the prince to regain his breath, tossing the trousers to the ground, growling in rage as Francis merely giggled and dashed off, stark naked, towards the water.

"Get back here!" he snapped, tugging his own clothes off as he raced after the older man. "I'm going to kill you, you bloody wanker!"

Skipping backwards through the shallows, Francis continued to laugh, "Oh cheri, you couldn't even if you tried." He was up to his waist now, and as Arthur waded towards him, pure murder in his eyes, Francis sucked in a breath and ducked below the water. Arthur raised a characteristic eyebrow, watching the spot where the other had disappeared. He had to come up for air eventually… Right?

He didn't have time to take another breath as strong arms wrapped around his legs, pulling him under. Bubbles of whatever air he had left escaped him as he was surrounded by icy water. The arms pushed him deeper, and he felt a jet of bubbled near his ear. Tilting his head to the side, he caught sight of Francis floating a few inches above him, impossibly laughing under water. The other blond released him, allowing him to flail back to the surface.

Gasping for air, Arthur felt his fury rising, "What is wrong with you?!"

Francis was treading water beside him, grinning from ear to ear even as Arthur yelled at him. "Oh, mon cheri. Get out and live a little." He laughed as Arthur glared in reply. Reaching out to take the prince's hand, "Let me show you, angleterre."

Arthur bit his lip, uncertainty clear in his emerald eyes, "I…"

"Do you trust me?"

The golden haired prince took a hesitant breath, squeezing the hand around his own, "Yes," he whispered.

Without another word, Francis pulled him underwater again. Arthur kept his eyes open, watching Francis through the slightly murky water. The older man smiled, keeping a firm grip on the other's hand as he motioned with the other towards the center of the lake. As they approached the deeper water, Arthur was amazed to see the number of fish daring enough to dart close to them, just outside their grasp. And the air almost escaped him when he noticed the massive serpent curled on the sandy lake floor below them.

Francis smirked when they burst back to the surface, "I dare you to touch that thing."

Arthur rolled his eyes, "Yeah right, why would I be stupid enough to…"

"Then I'll do it," Francis chirped, diving back under before Arthur could protest. The prince stared at the ripples he'd left for a moment, before sinking down after him. He was surprised to find that Francis had swam only a few feet away, rather than down to the bottom where the lake serpent lay. He smirked again, flipping underwater and catching Arthur's hands. The prince sank further as their legs tangled together, Francis leading him towards the water snake. The older held up three fingers as they snuck up on the sleeping creature, lowering them one at a time, their hands poised together over its scales. As the final finger lowered, they touched it, kicking up towards the surface frantically as its beady dark eyes snapped open.

"Swim faster!" Francis half screamed, half laughed as the water erupted behind them, the snake's long, horned head rearing out of the lake. He pushed Arthur ahead of him as they stumbled onto the shore, gasping and laughing as they collapsed on the grass far enough away from the lake that the beast wouldn't reach them.

Arthur's breath came in short, shallow gasps as he struggled to regain his heart rate, small giggles escaping him. He tilted his head to the side catching sight of Francis watching him with satisfied blue eyes. He smiled back, for the first time that day. "Thank you," he said quietly. "That was the most fun I've had in ages."

Francis sat up, looking out at the lake with another laugh, "Don't speak too soon, cheri. I think the serpent just ate our clothes."

"What?!"

Arthur never expected to hear from the other man again after that day, as most of the escorts for the various princesses were sent home on his father's request, the castle didn't have enough rooms. But two nights later, when the prince was fast asleep, there was a sharp tap on his window.

Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he stumbled over to the glass, opening it up to the chilly night air and looking down onto the grounds. He blinked in surprise, seeing Francis standing on the grass below holding a handful of pebbles and looking up at him. "What are you doing here?" He hissed, leaning out the window.

Francis smirked, "Always the suspicious one, aren't you angleterre? But yes, I did sneak in. I was kicked out to an inn in the town a mile over, if you must know."

"So why are you here now?" Arthur prompted, glancing around for the guards he knew circled the castle every fifteen minutes.

"I came for you, cheri." Francis replied, as though it was a stupid question. "Would you like to go on another adventure?"

The prince narrowed his eyes, looking down at the three stories that separated them. "There are guards outside my room. I can't leave."

"Then jump," Francis smiled, holding out his arms, "I promise I'll catch you." When Arthur raised a disbelieving eyebrow, he said the same words he'd used before, "Do you trust me?"

And Arthur couldn't deny the unshakeable feeling that he did. Even though Francis was practically a total stranger, even though he had weirdly made friends with his unicorn, which was suspicious. But deep down, he trusted him, somehow. So he climbed up onto the sill and jumped, letting out a surprised breath he didn't know he'd been holding when Francis caught him, twirling him around with a light laugh. He looked up at him, the older being a good six inches taller, "So, where are we going?"

Blue eyes sparkled with mischief, "Anywhere you'd like, cheri." He looked up, listening intently as he heard the approaching footsteps of the guards. Grabbing Arthur's hand, he hurried away from the castle, pulling the other behind him, "Quick cheri, let's be of then."

Arthur chose one of his favourite gardens closest to the castle, the one that was full of small clovers and wildflowers. He knelt down in the clovers, searching through them with a carefree, gentle expression. Francis watched him, "Do you like this garden, angleterre?"

"Yes," Arthur replied, "but it's been years since I've been out of the castle long enough to see it." He smiled when Francis frowned in confusion at this, "I'm sure you've heard, right? That I'm the 'disappointment.' I act out and get locked away, the usual," he shrugged, not noticing the furious look that crossed Francis' face. He huffed in surprise as the older blond suddenly wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pushing him to the ground. "What are you doing?" He asked, though not in the same, angry tone he'd used by the lake. He was more confused than frustrated with the other's behaviour.

"You know, cheri, I was surprised you recognized the name of Bonnafoy when we met," Francis began. "It's not the name of my father, or older brother. It's my mother's." He placed a finger over Arthur's lips as the prince opened his mouth to interrupt. "My mother was not the queen, but one of my father's mistresses. So it is that I am considered not of royal blood." His eyes clouded, "I know my father loves me, and Antonio too. But… To my nation, and the Nobility, I don't exist. I do not have the rights of anyone higher than the lowest chain of royalty. In other words, I am nothing but a step above commoner."

Arthur looked shocked, and for a moment, Francis expected him to flinch away, to shun him like the others of his blood. But the prince did not, merely frowning at the thought of his parents putting Francis in such a position. "When I'm king, I'll change that. I'll make sure to give you a position higher than you father's!" He mumbled something under his breath before turning his eyes back to Francis, "But… Thank you for telling me. I'm sure it was a hard thing to do." He paused, "Did you… Did you love your mother?"

"Oui," Francis replied softly, "she was beautiful. My father says that I have her hair and eyes," he smiled and gazed far away while reminiscing his mother. "They say that she was a commoner from the North Kingdom. You know how they are, fair skin and hair and light eyes."

"I've never been to the North Kingdom," Arthur admitted.

Francis smiled, "Then one day, I'll take you there, angleterre. It's more beautiful than you can imagine. It's almost always snowing, and the land there is full of tall mountains and endless white. And at night, sometimes you can see lights of every colour of the rainbow dancing across the dark, star filled sky."

Arthur blushed slightly, noticing that Francis' arms were still looped loosely around his neck as they lay in the flowers together, "I'd like to go," he replied. "If I can ever get out of this damn castle that is."

"I'll kidnap you," Francis grinned.

"Just don't get caught," Arthur replied teasingly.

It was Arthur who instigated their next meeting, sneaking up on the older man just inside the castle gate while he was waiting for Seychelles. Francis unfortunately, didn't look at all surprised when Arthur grabbed him from behind. "Hello cheri, how have you been?"

Arthur scowled in annoyance, his arms around Francis' waist. "The hell, Francis? What do you mean 'How have you been?' I'm fucking bored, having to individually meet all those princesses everyday. It's so tedious, and there must be, I don't know, two hundred of them. I think I just saw the last of them today, thank god. Now I just have to take my own sweet time narrowing them down. At least five years, give or take a few." He looked up at the other, green eyes meeting blue, "And then, I plan to have you take me to the Northern Kingdom so I don't have to marry a single one, deal?"

"Of course, angleterre," Francis laughed, "So, shall we go on another grand adventure today?"

The prince cast a glance over his shoulder at the sky. "Yeah, it'll take awhile to get there, so let's head out now while there's still a bit of light left."

They debated backtracking to the stable to get Sterling, but in the end, decided to walk the castle grounds. "This thing that I'm going to show you," Arthur began as they made their way through one of the larger gardens by the north wall, "You can't tell anyone about it, okay? It's a secret that only I know. So you're lucky I'm going to show you at all, got it?" He smiled slightly as Francis smirked in agreement. "It only happens once a year, so I haven't seen it in a while. I think I was fifteen last time I was able to get away for this long."

It was pitch dark out now, and they sat down in the middle of the garden, surrounded by flowers of all colours and sizes. "Don't talk," Arthur whispered, eying the orange autumn moon with anticipation. "And stay very still until I tell you that you can move." Then minutes passed, then twenty, Francis growing impatient with the stillness and eerie silence of the garden. Until, suddenly, it exploded with light, tiny drops of coloured rays rising up from the flowers all around them.

Francis held in a gasp, watching with awe as he realized that the lights were in fact, small fairies, rising up and dancing into the air around them. They formed large rings, clasping hands and twirling about. There was a noise in the air, like a hum and a tinkling laugh at the same time. The older man nearly jumped out of his skin as Arthur laid a hand on top of his, motioning silently for him to stand.

Arthur led him by the hand through the rings, smiling broadly. "Did you know," he whispered softly, turning to face Francis as they stepped into the biggest of the rings, "Creatures like this sorta just… Come to me. So as long as you stay close to me, they won't mind your presence." He laughed as one of the fairies flew over, kissing his cheek, "For some reason, they all really like me. So they let me stay when they have their harvest moon dance every year."

"Have you ever shown this to anyone else?" Francis asked, awed as he watched the lights twist and turn around them.

"No," Arthur replied. "My parents… I tried to tell them about it one time, but they called me a liar. So the fairies said that I should act like one then, to prove a point. Do what I want, when I want." He smiled again, "You can't hear them, I know. They say that to you their voices will sound like bells or wind chimes. But…" he tilted his head to the side, apparently listening to the fairies, "They like you. They say that you're a strange man, but they like you because I li-" He paused, castling an embarrassed look at the ground.

Francis stared at him for a moment, before reaching over and taking Arthur's chin in his hand, tilting it up to place a light, almost innocent kiss on his lips. And for the briefest of moments he could swear he heard the fairies too.

"They've met, they've met. The moon and the sun, as different and as perfect together as the sky and the sea."

Arthur pulled away slowly, startled, his face bright red, "Francis, what are…"

But Francis didn't give him time to finish the question, kissing him again, pulling him closer, arms around his waist. He licked Arthur's closed lips, smiling slightly as they obediently parted, allowing him a wider range of access. He dipped his tongue inside, catching a taste, trailing it across the inside of his mouth, over gums and teeth before finding Arthur's own. To which, the prince tentatively licked back, engaging a teasing, gentle war for dominance.

The prince rested his hands against Francis' chest as the other easily overpowered him, toppling them both over into the flowers, the fairies laughing and continuing their dance overhead. He fumbled with the buttons, the older blond taking his sweet time exploring Arthur's mouth. Francis neatly undid the clasps on the back of Arthur much more formal attire, slipping the first shirt off, shortly followed by the undergarments. Once he had the younger man's bare chest before him, he dipped his head down, rolling his tongue over an exposed nipple, smirking at the gasp he elicited as he bit it.

Francis curled his fingers into Arthur's short blond hair as he pulled back slightly, "Cheri," he whispered, "choose me. Choose me over all those princesses tomorrow. I…I won't be able to stand it if you marry one of them. I want you to be mine, and only mine. I'd die if it were any other way."

Arthur nodded, leaning up to kiss him, a harsher, desperate kiss than Francis' had been. "And what shall I do if they refuse? Will you come back for me? Take me to the Northern Kingdom?"

"I'll always come back for you," Francis replied, complete sincerity in his blue eyes. He trailed his hands down Arthur's chest, his fingers skimming the edges of the ornate belt buckle. But he paused there, as if asking for permission. And Arthur gave it with another, silent nod. He shivered slightly at the sudden cold of August air, but Francis was warm against him, one arm still hooked around his back as he licked his fingers before placing them at the prince's entrance.

The younger blond arched up with a small hiss of pain, focusing his attention on the fairies that still danced and sang above the flowers. He wasn't uncomfortable with their presence. In fact, their song was soothing, promising him things to come that would be even more amazing and wonderful. But he doubt that, as Francis leaned over him again, making a path of light kisses up his neck as he levered Arthur's legs up. The prince squeezed his eyes shut, arms tangling beneath the other's as Francis slowly forced himself inside. Mixed in with the fairies song, there was the older blonde's whispered, comforting words near his ear as he pulled out, thrusting back inside.

To Arthur, it seemed as though people must be made like locks and keys. Each only fits perfectly with one other, made as a pair. Soul mates. His heart raced as Francis took him, a feeling of completion washing over them both as they rocked. Arthur moaned when Francis angled himself different, hitting that special bundle of nerves deep inside. He arched up, his nails digging into the other's back as he repeated the motion with similar results. The prince cried out as he came against Francis' chest, his insides contracting around the older man, forcing him to follow soon, pouring hot seed out inside of him. "Oh cheri," Francis moaned, head against Arthur's shoulder as he came, "We have to stay like this, forever. It's too… Too perfect."

Arthur buried his head against Francis' neck, "Don't pull out," he whispered. "More, give me more."

They stayed amidst the fairies until dawn, the little creatures hovering over them, protecting them from sight and shielding the world from their sound. They would not let anyone come between the two while they were in their territory. The pair made love over and over, unable to pull away from each other or bear to part for more than a moment to rest. The light of the rising sun trickled over them when Arthur first noticed the fairies had vanished, unable to be seen in the glow of day. He breathed deeply against Francis' chest, tracing an invisible heart through the cooling sweat on his lover's body. "I have to go," he murmured regretfully, reaching for his clothes.

Francis opened his eyes from the half-sleep he'd been lost in. "Will they notice how long you've been gone?"

"Hopefully not," Arthur muttered, thinking of the scolding he'd get. Leaning over as he tugged on his clothes, he stroked the side of Francis' cheek. "But don't worry. I'll tell them tonight. I'll tell them that you're the one I choose."

A small smile lit Francis' face. "Je t'aime, mon Arthur. I'll walk you back, okay?"

"That should be fine," Arthur smiled in return, waiting for Francis to dress. The older man twined their fingers together as they walked towards the castle, the two talking softly, heads bent together. They didn't notice their surroundings, or the warnings of the now invisible fairies before Francis was suddenly grabbed under the arms and pulled away from the prince just outside the castle doors. Another guard grabbed Arthur in a similar fashion, holding him as he kicked and struggled, panicking as he saw the other guard bash Francis upside the head with the butt of his sword to silence him.

"So this is where you've been," a cold voice interrupted. Arthur jerked his head towards the sturdy oak doors, growling as he saw his mother and father step out into the dawn light. "With this… Filthy bastard no less," the king spat with distaste.

Arthur screamed at the use of the word, pulling against the unmoving hold the guard had on him. "How dare you say that?! I choose him! I choose him father, over all the stupid princesses you picked for me! I choose him!"

A startled look crossed the king's face. "What are you saying, you useless fool?"

The prince smirked, "You can't marry me off now, because I already belong to him. It's too late, father."

The king's gaze grew dark with fury. "How dare you… With another man, the bastard child of that fool Roman. You couldn't have made a worse choice." He waved a hand to the guard holding Francis, "Take him away to the dungeons and send for his worthless father to come get him." He turned a searing glare at everyone in the area, "No one is to know of what you just said, Arthur. You will be confined to your room until next Wednesday, when you shall be married to princess Liech. And you will never speak of this again, or Francis von Bonnefoy will hang at the gallows for seducing the Crown Prince."

Arthur sucked in a horrified breath. "No! You can't do that! You know the laws, the permanent magic between two lovers! You're sentencing the kingdom to death! And why Liech, of all people?! The Northern Kingdom will rebel, Vash will come after the Nobility!" He jerked his head to the side, screaming in rage as Francis was dragged away. "You can't do this! Francis! Francis, wake up! Damn it! Francis!"

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How was the first chapter? I hope you all enjoy reading this. There ain't much response yet, just hope more reviews and alert can be received in the future. :] For that, I have to write this story to be as good as I could do.

The first part of the story is mainly revolving about Arthur and the pairing FrUK since this is the part that relates the origin of Alfred and the causes of everything. I guess you all might know what will the next chapter be about, right? Since in the first chapter I had mentioned about it already. More characters will be introduced in the next chapter, of which will be the story of Ivan. :]

The original author mentioned that this chapter is named after the song from Peter Pan 2 which perfectly reflects this chapter's story, don't you think? The quote "Do you trust me?" also comes from a Disney movie too. Well, I'm not really fond on movies but storybooks, but perhaps some of you may know about it. I'm going to search up more about Disney's movie and their soundtracks.

Disclaimer: The story and characters all belong to their respective owners and copying other's people work without permission is not allowed. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya while One Last Fairytale rightfully belong to Kari Kurofai.