Alfred's Moving Castle
A/N Okay, so this is the first fanfiction I've ever done, and I'm not exactly sure if I should continue it, so…if anyone thinks I should, maybe I will, with a little help perhaps…..
Disclaimer: I don't own either Hetalia or Howl's Moving Castle where I vaguely got the idea from.
Prologue
It was a perfectly ordinary day, as is often said just before something bad happens, for one Arthur Kirkland. He had gotten up just as usual, had his usual cup of tea, and read the newspaper, before going outside to tend to his garden, as usual. He prided himself on his roses – they had won many prizes you know! - and always made sure they were well before anything else.
The thing that stopped this day from being perfectly ordinary, was the small matter of the large object parked impudently on his perfect lawn. Arthur spluttered and burbled, unable to do much else. There was a castle.
A bloody great castle. Sitting in his garden. Crushing his flowers.
'What. The. Bloody. Hell.' He thought. And promptly fainted.