To the west of the two friendly kingdoms sat a mountain that was always shrouded in darkness. There were two explanations for this phenomenon. One is that the formation of that particular mountain range causes clouds to gather above it seeing as it was situated in its centre, trapping them in funnelled winds and causing them to darken. Hence why the valley beside it was almost always flooded and the two kingdoms received only just enough rain. Two, it was evil. Being practical people of the kingdom, it was obviously the latter. Due to that, it was where the Wicked Witch happened to take up residence. It was also where she brought a certain young prince to be raised in the evil ways. Unfortunately, there were many evil things that needed to be done so she was out a good bit. While she was gone (going on about shoes or some shit) she left the boy in the care of the young neighbour, a Spaniard with an irritatingly cheerful demeanour.

Time moves on, the boy grows and learns, the Witch makes more enemies until finally, one day, she's killed. Being wicked and all, she failed to leave a will. So, automatically, her young apprentice took over. As soon as he came into the titles of Most-Evil-Witch and Owner-Of-The-Forbidden-Mountain, he began an extensive search of the small Italian kingdom. For what no one really knew. Of course he knew who he was. The Witch had told him early on so as to create Spite, a strong staple of the evildoer's diet.

Lovino sat in the cold, foreboding throne room with an intense look upon his countenance. In front of him, three step levels lower, was a warthog like creature. He was the leader of the Witch's army here at this castle (rumour has it she had flying monkeys at her vacation home. Can you believe the stuff people come up with these days?). The former Italian prince glared a sharp hazel gaze at the creature and his voice was as soft as the blades he wielded, "You mean to tell me that you've finished looking everywhere. The towns, the forests, the mountains…?"

The creature, while stupidly sure of himself, noticeably shivered making Lovino smile ever so slightly, "Uh, yeah. We checked uh… da towns and uh, da forests a-and, uh da mountains. Uhh every cradle."

Lovino stiffened, "Cradle?"

The warthog was thrilled to see he was making a connection to the prince of Evil, "Yeah, yeah! Every cradle~"

Suddenly a knife decided to sheath itself in the creature's forehead. It was dead before it hit the ground. Lovino was livid, "Idiota! Imbecile! After sixteen years you've been checking cradles!" Lightning flew from the furious figure causing the other poorly deformed creatures to duck for cover.

When everyone was out of sight the Italian sighed. He moved to a hole in the wall resembling a window that looked out into the night. Slender fingers massaged temples under short brown hair with red highlights. He too had a curl sticking out from his head, only his is to his right. He would have been undeniably handsome with his dark features if he didn't have that cloak of Evil constantly hanging over his shoulders. That tended to throw people off a bit. He reached out his hand into the night and silently called for his familiaer; a raven, a gift from his teacher, as dark as hell itself. He spoke to it bluntly, "Go find the bastard who looks like me." With a squawk the bird took off.

Suddenly, a door few open and a happy voice assaulted him, "Lovi~ I have churros!"

"About fucking time, bastard! I'm hungry!"

~X~

Meanwhile, the Prince of Germania raced home to search for his father. There he was greeted with the news that the King was at the Palace in the Italian kingdom, making plans about the wedding (and drinking, and about the new couple's castle, and drinking, and the grandkids, and drinking, etc) with the Italian king. Cursing under his breath Ludwig wheeled his horse about and raced to the other palace.

As he was about to exit the courtyard his sister stood in front of the gate, devilish smile creeping on her features as long silver hair curled. "Bruder!" Since he wouldn't come down she latched herself to his leg. Gillian was a fascinating creature. Undoubtedly beautiful, she had a lean, slender form with curves in all the right places. For whatever reason though (most believed the Wicked Witch had something to do with it) she was born with no colouring. Her skin was flawless as white marble. Her hair was waist length and silver as starlight. Her eyes held the most colour; deep ruby red that almost seemed to signify her talent in battle. Although she was a girl (only by gender, she had so much bravado, skill, strength, ego, and testosterone she put many other men to shame) many in the Kingdom would be thrilled to have her as a new General, her skills were renown. "Bruder, do you know what today is?"

Ludwig sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Ignoring her would lead to a fight. While he may be able to take her alone she also had the tendency to take out soldier's horses and he didn't want to put Samson at risk, "No, what?"

Gillianstilled, honestly in shock, "Er, it's the day I get married to the Italian prince. Luddie, are you ok? You seem distracted…"

"Ja, ja. Ich bin okay." Dammit! He'd forgotten. Of course! Why else would Father be at the Italian palace? Damn, he'll never listen to me now.

He came back to the present to ask his sister a question only to find her staring sharply at him with her red eyes, "What is it bruder?" He saw her eyes flash and she grinned, showing teeth, "You just had sex, didn't you?"

Ludwig felt his face heat up like a stove as he sputtered, "Wha—Proper ladies should not talk about such things Schwester!"

Gillian leaned back but her expression never changed, "If I was a proper lady would I do this?" She gave her brother a gentle shove and as he gripped the saddle he found that moving too. Seconds later he was showing the ground how pretty his face was. She had cut the saddle straps.

As he spat dirt from his mouth he discovered his sister crouching over him (the position would have been awkward if she'd been wearing her customary above-the-knees-shameful skirt but today she'd been wearing breeches), she repeated, "You just had sex, didn't you? C'mon. Tell große. Who was it? I always though that you'd be a virgin until Father forced you to marry, seeing as the only one you'd let take that stick outta your ass is your wife."

Ludwig tried to ignore her as he stood up. He noted the sun's position in the sky. It'll be dark soon. I'm not going to be able to talk to Father for a few days. Perhaps I will be able to spend some time with… him before I do anything rash. He leapt back onto his horse. "Oh, whoa, whoa! Hold up! You didn't answer me. Who-?"

"I didn't sleep with anyone, Schwester," his face re-flamed as images assaulted his mind.

Her red eyes glinted again, "Oh?"

"Schwester I need to go."

"I will fucking tackle you down if you go anywhere," sadly, he knew she wasn't lying, "Who?"

"No one you know."

She seemed thoughtful for a moment. Then the grin came back, but it lacked malice, "Aww, bruder's in love~" He looked straight at her and she straight back, "Good!" He began to take up the reigns again when she suddenly remembered, "Damn! Oh yeah! I stopped you for a reason. I was told that mein Gatte has some stupid curl coming out of the side of his head. It seems to be a family trait. I just wanted to complain to someone. Well, off you go!"

Ludwig didn't move for a second. Curl? Then he bolted out the gates to the cottage, leaving his cackling sister behind him.

Ich bin okay-I'm fine.

Schwester-Sister

Große-Big sister

Gatte-Husband

I'm very fond of this chapter because I'm very fond of this Fem!Prussia. I should write her more often...

The german is not my fault. I used an internet translator.
Please let me know if it's wrong. *shot*

Anywhoz, hope you like. Drop a comment.