Hetalia Tales

Sleeping Beauty

Rated: T for Hetalia

Pairings: Romerica

Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, more of the countries would be personified.

Warning: Crack while also not being Crack. Fufufufu. Fem!Romano, this time guys~...and Fem!Rome~

AN; Guys, guys, I really love you all, even if you didn't review~ Anyone who even read it makes me happy :)

Part 1

An Interrupted Birthday

Lovina Vargas glowered at anyone who came too close to her or her little sister. This was of course because the soon-to-be three year old did not approve of the odd looks that crossed some the men's faces. One could say she was overprotective of Feliciana, but whenever someone allowed that phrase to pass their lips, they were awarded with a kick to the shin.

Today was Lovina's third birthday, and Feliciana's second. How they managed to be born on the same day, no one knew, though their mother joked constantly that they were meant to be twins. Lovina did not find at all funny, though the nobles of the castle always tried their best to suck up to her mother. This, of course, disgusted the oldest princess.

Queen Arsenia was hovering over the younger, tying Feliciana's hair up in ribbons. Once her mother approached her, Lovina hissed and dodged under her mother's arms. There was no way she was going to wear those sissy ribbons! Arsenia sighed, "You really don't want the ribbons? But you'll be just as adorable as Felicana then~!" The elder threw her younger sister a rare dirty look, though the bubbly Feliciana didn't notice it.

"Dear?" came the rumble of their father's voice. Arsenia perked up and lead her two daughters to see the man. Folkert frowned lightly at the sight of their ruffled eldest daughter but didn't question it. He too was used to Lovina's tomboy attitude.

The royal family took leave of their daughters' room and headed down the impressive spiral staircase that lead to the main hall. As soon as their feet hit the bottom step, trumpets rose and announced their arrival. People bowed deeply to the family of four as they walked across the hall to their thrones. Lovina made a disgusted noise that went unheard by everyone.

When they sat in their respective thrones, the ceremonies began. The eldest of the princesses stared at the speakers, diplomats, and gift bringers, bored out of her mind. It was only when she began to fall asleep that something exciting(at least, for us) happened. A trio of rather attractive men appears, each twirling a stick of polished wood.

"Greetings your majesty!" called the blond, whom was wearing a somewhat tacky blue outfit. Likewise, the dark brunette's clothing was an eyesore red and the albino's was almost completely black, save the white accents. All of them were incredibly tacky.

Lovina suddenly had a horrible feeling.

The tallest of them, even if only by an inch, bowed. "We, the Bad Friends Trio, are here to give our gifts! Kesesese..." Feliciana giggled quietly next to her and Lovina sobbed mentally Don't encourage them! "Oh? We will be willing to take any gifts you offer, Prussia...so long as they are age appropriate," Folkert said, eyeing the albino. Prussia grinned up at him. "Of course!"

The blond stepped forward. "I, Francis France, wish to give the lovely lady Lovina the gift of animal speech. So, it shall be done~! Hon hon hon..." He waved his wand and a bit of blue sparks of magic fluttered down on her. The princess in question blanched and gave her parents a dirty look. Were they really just going to sit there while these psychos waved wooden sticks at her?

Next was the man in red, whom was mumbling things such as 'tomate' and the like. He waved his wand, saying, "I, Antonio Spain, wish to give the lovely lady Lovina the gift of the green thumb! Any plant she tends to will grow strong! So, it shall be done. Fusososo..." Red sparks fell down around the girl's head, who had resolved to viciously trip her parent up as discretely as possible.

Dear gods, they were insane and terrifying...could someone please save her from them?

Of course, later, she would curse whatever god sent this 'savior' to 'help' her, as the doors slammed open. Standing there was a young man who wore a black hooded cloak over his mostly dark green attire. Floating over his shoulder...was a flying green bunny. Lovina stared.

He stomped over, declaring, "I have one question!" Arsenia smiled kindly. "Yes?" "Why," he snarled, "Were THESE three invited...but not me?" Arsenia giggled nervously. Folkert sighed, "It is very simple, Arthur England." He gave him a stony look. "You are annoying."

England's mouth fell open, "I'm annoying? ME? Oh, you asked for it..." He jabbed a stick topped with a star at Lovina. "I, Arthur England, wish to give the lady Lovina the curse of being doomed to die if she ever jabs herself with a fork! SO, IT SHALL BE DONE!" The last words were roared as green-purple sparks fluttered down on Lovina. The girl suddenly felt and looked very sick.

The man bared his teeth in an ugly smile before he disappeared with a twirl of his starry wand. The guards rushed forward to stop him, but crashed into one another as the sorcerer vanished. The king and queen stared in horror at where he had been and then back to their oldest daughter.

"Wait!" Prussia straightened out of the way of more fumbling guards. "I still haven't given my gift yet!" Lovina shot him a dirty look. That was what he said, after being the death sentence for some thing her father said? Prussia grinned widely as he said, "I, Gilbert Prussia, wish to give the lovely lady Lovina the gift of living even after she is injured by Arthur England's curse! So, it shall be done!"

Oh.

Well, that was somewhat useful.

Folkert allowed himself a tiny relieved sigh but took it back as Spain spoke up. "I'm afraid, though, Good King, that even with Prussia's gift, Lovina will still be affect by the curse." Damn. "However," France said sagely, "She will fall into a deep sleep. Forever. Though, there is a way to keep her safe from even that." Why did she suddenly have a horrible feeling?

"What! Tell us, now," Her mother demanded, her normally kind eyes flashing in rage. Prussia sucked in a breath. " The only way for her life to be take her from any place that contains forks and raise her in the place without forks." Folkert frowned and Arsenia glared.

"But that would mean she would be taken from us!"

"Well." The trio glanced at one another. "We suppose that is the point."

Next thing the elder princess knew, she was being carted away from the Castle town to a place she had never even heard of before. Trumpet cried out her departing and people waved white flags at her, crying in sadness that their eldest princess was leaving them.

Lovina had never felt a stronger urge to beat the snot out of everyone before.

Part 1

End

...Why do I keep making England the villian? Also, it really sucks to be Romano right now.

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