Feliciano skipped down the path, swinging the basket by his side, and singing to himself. As he moved through the familiar forest, with its straight tall trees, odd step-like hills, and general emptiness his singing grew louder. Half of the reason why was because of survival; one was rarely attacked by anything while making noise. And the other half was because it, for some odd reason, it drew nearby animals to him. Over time he's learnt to become friends with many of them and thus enjoyed their company. "Ah, Kitty~" He picked up the furry animal that was winding its way around his ankles, mewing her hello, "How are you today?" She was good. "Ve, good!" He rubbed cheeks with the feline before setting her back down, "Ve, the three back at the cottage were acting strange today. They wanted me to pick more berries. We hardly use berries!" Kitty shook her head, signalling she didn't know. "And Kiku told me not to talk to strangers. Ve, Kitty, how often do we get strangers around here?" The Italian huffed as he put his hands on his hips, "They still treat me like such a child. Don't they know I know how to run away? I'm not an invalid, ve!"

It was rare to see Feli get so upset, so Kitty purred and rubbed his legs again to try to calm him down. It worked. As he melted he picked up the cat and began to cuddle it again. "I guess it's not all that bad. I actually have met a stranger before! And I didn't run away!" Kitty mewed in surprise. "I know right! He was so strong and handsome… Well, I didn't really see his face, but I knew he was handsome! Ve, and we danced and laughed and he kept me safe…" The twirled dreamily around the woods still holding Kitty in his arms. She meowed a question. "Ve, once upon a dream~" Kitty purred happily and now Feliciano began to sing again as he twirled, but the birds and squirrels each raised an eyebrow, wondering how creatures like this managed to become the top of the food chain.

On the other side of the forest, Ludwig, prince of the neighbouring kingdom, was taking his customary ride after his run, weight lifting, fencing practice, battle strategy sessions, general tutoring, and lunch with his sister Gillian. He had finished right on time and was feeling very relaxed when, with the help of the amazing acoustics of the forest, a light, golden voice caressed his ears. He reigned in his horse to listen better, "Samson, did you hear that?" he spoke more to himself than to his white horse. But he whinnied in an answer that Ludwig ignored in favour of listening to the singing, "It's… beautiful."

The horse froze, glancing back at his out of character rider with concern. Ludwig tugged the reigns to go find the owner of such a lovely voice but Samson resisted. The German man didn't feel like fighting with the animal so he coaxed it, "How about an extra bucket of oats, hm? And, maybe even… some beer?" Neighing excitedly, Samson nearly reared and turned towards the source of the singing.

After a few yards they had to stop to listen to the voice again. The unusual echoing acoustics made it difficult to pinpoint its location. Eventually, the prince heard the source of the singing coming from behind some bushes. Tying up the good horse to a tree to graze, he crept over to the bushes. He saw from behind, a slender girl in a shirt and grey skirt, giving peeks at olive tan legs. She was swaying in a kind of dance but didn't turn around. Auburn hair was bound in a white handkerchief and a curl stuck out oddly to the side. He remembered that figure, that hair. But from where? It was like from a… "Once upon a dream~"

Instinct, emotion, and a blush crept up on a usually stoic German. Quietly so as not to disturb the girl, he acted on impulse and went through the bushes. As his arms encircled her waist the cat she'd been holding hissed and jumped away. She turned and met his icy blue eyes with warm honey ones. Then she collapsed to her knees and began waving a white flag she procured from nowhere, "Please don't hurt me! I'm still a virgin; you wouldn't want to kill a virgin would you? You're German right? I have relatives in Germania and they really like it there! Please don't kill me! But what if you don't kill me but I'm just forced to lie there in misery in a pool of my own blood! Please I'll do anything (well within reason)! I don't want to die!"

Ludwig could only stare down at the sobbing figure. Never, in his life, has he encountered such a creature as this. Now looking at 'her' it was obvious that 'she' was indeed a 'he' in a skirt. And yet he acted weaker than any woman he's ever met (not to mention he has a better figure than any woman he's ever met). Not just that, but did he honestly not know who he was? As prince of Germania Ludwig had to deal with dozens of women (and, lets face it, men) shamelessly throwing themselves at him. But this guy acted like he didn't even know who he was.

Worst, Ludwig still really liked him. He felt his gut wrench when he started crying and then went cold when he begged not to be killed. Who would ever harm such a person? Slowly kneeling down he spoke softly, "I-I'm not going to hurt you."

The flag waving and loud sobs stopped as the boy in a dress looked at him, "You're not?" Ludwig shook his head. "Ve, so we can be friends!" Ludwig was taken aback at the abrupt change in mood but warmed as the Italian smiled.

"J-Ja. I heard you singing and came to see…."

Suddenly he felt himself under scrutiny. Gold honey eyes stared at him as if searching for something. "You are him, aren't you?"

"What?"

Perching himself on his calves in a formal position Ludwig rarely sees, the boy stared straight at him, "Doesn't it feel like we've met before?"

"… Yes. I thought that at first."

The Italian's smile widened as he gracefully stood and offered his hand, "Dance with me, ve."

He felt his cheeks go redder, "What? Here? Now? There's no music."

The boy laughed, a cheerful bell sound that made Ludwig melt. He took the proffered hand and rose. "Silly, we don't need music~"

And they didn't. The boy lead, much to Ludwig's embarrassment. He was never much of a dancer and felt incredibly clumsy around the graceful Italian. But the warm gold eyes never left his and eventually he found himself falling easily into step with this man. He can't have met him before but their sync was perfect. They slowed to a stop by a cliff overlooking a vista of the small Italian kingdom and its castle. He felt the small man curl into his side and sigh happily. He looked down at him, "What's your name?"

He seemed almost to tell him but then some kind of realisation over took his features and the next thing Ludwig felt was his side grow cold. The man had bolted away. "Wait!" Is he bipolar? "Wait, come back!"

"Ve, I can't. I promised!"

"But, when will I see you again?"

"Never!"

He felt his insides go cold, "Never?"

"Well, maybe someday."

"Tomorrow?"

"Oh no," the Italian shot a sly smile over his shoulder, "Tonight. Find the cottage in the glen!" And with that he was gone.

Ludwig sighed and returned to Samson, "What am I getting myself into? Why do I care so much?" The horse whinnied something that sounded vaguely sarcastic. Ludwig ignored it and mounted to go back to the castle, "There's no one else, is there?" Samson snorted and shook his head. "Oh, father's going to be thrilled to hear I've fallen for a cross dressing peasant boy."

So yeah...

Oh, I guess I should do this sometime:
Disclaimers:
-I do not own Hetalia or any of its characters.
-I do not own Disney's Sleeping Beauty.
-Spelling and grammar often like to flick you off, beware.
-Yes, I know they're only sixteen but that's what the movie called for and I don't care that much to change it.
-Cross over, Human names used.