Alright, time to get this party started! I'm curious to how you like the rest of the cast I picked out!

Chapter 1

The morning sun shone down as morning broke on the small village. Near the outskirts of the town, Amelia Jones exited her cottage carrying a small basket with a single book inside. Amelia ran a hand through her short wavy blonde hair that was clipped to the side with a red star shaped barrette; it was just another day in this poor provincial town, every morning just the same ever since she and her father had moved here. Amelia sighed, "Same town, same people waking up every morning to say-"

"Hello!"

"Good morning!"

"Hello there!"

Right on cue, everyone in the small town emerged from their cottages ready to start the day. Amelia smiled at the normal but warming sight of everyone going off as she headed towards the book shop, "Good morning Amelia!" Amelia turned to see the baker, a Chinese man named Yao Wang, waving to her. "Morning Yao," Amelia responded.

"Where are you off to today?" Yao asked as he placed his tray of treats on the windowsill. "The book shop, I just finished this awesome book," Amelia answered excitedly pulling out her book, "It's about this heroic boy who climbs a beanstalk and-"

"That's nice," Yao said, waving her off his attention drawn to his baked goods. Amelia rolled her eyes and shrugged as she went on her way. No one ever seemed to be interested in the same things as her; that was mostly because she liked things that girls her age weren't interested in. Instead of swooning about guys and hanging out with other girls, Amelia loved to immerse herself in books, reading about wonderful fairy tales and magic.

As she walked, she noticed a few people whispering as she passed by them; probably talking about her no doubt. Even though Amelia had been dubbed as the prettiest girl in the town, she was still known as the oddball of the town as well. But Amelia didn't care; her father had taught her to never let what other people say bother you if you aren't bothering them. "There must be more than this normal life…I just know it," Amelia said to herself as she entered the book shop where the owner, Kiku was waiting.

"Hello, Amelia-chan," he greeted her. "Morning; I've come to return the book I borrowed," Amelia announced as she handed Kiku the book. "You finished it already?" Kiku asked in surprise.

Amelia grinned as she began to peruse the book shelves, "Are you kidding? I couldn't put it down!" she said excitedly, "Anything new yet?" Kiku chuckled and shook his head, "Not since yesterday," he said. Amelia nodded, "Alright, then I'll borrow…" her eyes scanned the shelves until they landed on one and she snatched it, "this one!"

Kiku took it and looked at the title, "But…you have already read this one twice Amelia-chan," he said. Amelia bounced with excitement, "I know but it's my favorite! Far off places! Epic swordfights! A heroic princess! It has everything!" Kiku smiled and placed the book in her hands, "If you like that much, then you can keep it," he said.

Amelia looked at him in shock, "What? Are you sure?" she asked. Kiku nodded, "I insist; enjoy it." He said. Amelia gave a big smile and quickly hugged Kiku, "Thanks so much Kiku! You're the best!" Kiku blushed slightly, caught off guard by the gesture, "It's my pleasure Amelia-chan," he said. "Well I better get going; see you later!" Amelia called as she went out the door with a wave.

Amelia immediately opened the book and began to read it while able to navigate the busy streets as well. Eventually, Amelia sat down at the fountain that marked the plaza of the village and read intently. "God, this book is so amazing!" Amelia nearly squealed.

"What are you reading Amelia?" Amelia looked up to see a small Italian boy named Marcello and his friend, an Australian girl named Winnie smiling up at her.

"It's my favorite part of this book; the prince has just met a strange girl who is really strong," Amelia leaned down towards them secretly, "But what he doesn't know is that the girl is actually a princess in disguise who's trying to break a spell that's been cast on her family," "Wooooow!" The two kids breathed with wide eyes.

"Winnie, Marcello, we have to go!" Winnie turned towards the source of the voice, an Australian man named Logan, "Coming big brother!" she called back. "Bye Amelia!" they called as they ran off. Amelia waved before she got up and headed on her way; she had to get home soon if she wanted to help her father out around the house (the man couldn't cook to save his life…).

She weaved through the crowds as they looked at her in either interest or disdain. Both Amelia and her father were nothing like the rest of them. Amelia was constantly reading or talking about how she wants to be a great heroine and have adventures and her father always stayed cooped up in their cottage creating infernal contraptions and doing something that always resulted in huge explosions. Sure, Amelia was beautiful and nice, but just so strange.

Amelia was nearing the edge of town when a familiar figure appeared in front of her, "Hey Amelia," he said with a cheeky smirk, his red eyes shining with mischief and his pet bird Gilbird resting on his shoulder. "Hi Gilbert," Amelia droned, not taking her eyes off her book and making to pass him.

Gilbert quickly snatched the book from Amelia's hands and flipped through it, ignoring Amelia's irritated glare, "How can you read this thing? A book without pictures is totally un-awesome," he scoffed before Amelia snatched it back, "Some people just have to use their imagination," she said.

Gilbert was known for being the most handsome and 'awesome' guy in town. Gilbert was pretty much the town's hero, but lately he had begun to grow a bit more mischievous and Amelia had a pretty good idea why. Gilbert's family lived in another village a while away from here. But many years ago, while Gilbert was living in this village to seek his fortune, his little brother went missing and was presumed dead; that's when the mischief started. Gilbert has had his eye out for Amelia for a few years now, not just because she was pretty but because she was tough; he even dared to call her almost as awesome as he was, and that said a lot. Gilbert saw himself only fit to marry a girl who was nearly as awesome as him, and Amelia fit the bill perfectly.

"Don't you think you ought to stop reading those books and start acting like a real girl?" Gilbert asked. "What's it matter to you?" Amelia asked.

Gilbert shrugged, "Oh, just the fact that the whole town is talking about you and your 'habits'," he made quotation marks with his fingers, "And I think I agree with them; it's not…normal for a chick like you to read; next thing you know all the girls around here will start getting ideas." He said.

Amelia rolled her eyes, "You are so primeval," she said. "Danke, I do my best," Gilbert said with a smirk, completely oblivious to what she meant, "So whattaya say I take you down to the tavern for a beer," he said taking her hand.

Amelia slipped her hand out of his, "Sorry, I have to get home to help my dad," she said. Gilbert laughed, "Yeah, that crazy old man of yours needs all the help he can get!" Amelia frowned, "Shut up! My dad's a genius and he'll be more than you could ever be!" she retorted angrily when an explosion came from her house.

Gilbert broke down laughing and Amelia quickly ran home. She ran to the cellar where her father usually worked and opened it to get a face full of smoke causing her to cough, "Daddy?" she called as she made her way into the cellar. As the smoke cleared she spotted a familiar mop of messy blonde hair and distinctly large eyebrows cursing like a sailor as he worked himself out of a pile of rubble that had crumbled on him from the wall, black smudge smeared on his face and clothes.

"Are you okay Dad? What happened?" Amelia asked, putting her basket down and running to his side to help him up, "I'm about ready to give up on this bloody thing!" Her father, Arthur growled getting to his feet, "You always say that," Amelia said and spotted a circle drawn with chalk on the floor near her father's invention, "Did you try to use magic again?" she asked.

Arthur brushed himself off, "Well at this point it was my only option, but now it's official; I'll never get this blasted contraption to work!" he yelled giving the machine a kick. Amelia smiled, "Yes you will, and you'll totally blow away the competition at the fair tomorrow," she said putting his arm around him. Arthur still didn't look convinced so Amelia took it a step further, "And become the greatest inventor of all time." She sang.

Arthur's face finally softened, "You really believe that?" he asked. Amelia gave him a peck on the cheek, "I wouldn't be very heroic if I didn't believe in my own Dad; now c'mon, I'll help you," she said. Arthur smiled and sighed in defeat, "Alright then, let's get to work; hand me those tools would you poppet?" he asked as he began to check the machine.

Amelia ran over and got the toolbox before sitting next to her father and handing him the tools he needed, "So, how was your trip to town?" Arthur asked. "Well, Kiku let me keep my favorite book," she answered. After a moment, Amelia spoke up again, "Daddy, do you think I'm…weird?" she asked out of nowhere.

Arthur looked up at her and frowned, "Who told you that rubbish?" he asked. Amelia shrugged, "I dunno, it's just…I don't think I really fit in here; I don't really have anyone to talk to," she said handing him a wrench. "Well, you talk to that Gilbert lad quite a bit; but I don't really trust that troublesome git," Arthur said.

Amelia rolled her eyes, "Yeah, troublesome, annoying, and conceited." She agreed. Arthur screwed one last bolt in the machine and got up, "Alright, that should do it; let's give it a try." Arthur pulled a lever and the machine roared to life. The two took a step back as the gadgets and gizmos on the machine whirled and buzzed before a small ax swung down and cleanly sliced a small log in half.

The machine then pushed the logs aside and replaced them with another whole one before repeating the process, "It works! You did it!" Amelia cheered and hugged Arthur who grinned in triumph. He turned the machine off, "We better get ready; I'll have to leave tonight if I want to make it to the fair!" he announced. Amelia nodded and rushed inside the house to put together some food for the journey while Arthur loaded up the machine to cart that was harnessed to their horse, a white mare named Minty.

Arthur put on his black hooded cloak and Amelia met him outside carrying a small bag which she placed in the cart. "You take care Amie; I should be back in about three days," Arthur said.

Amelia hugged him, "Be safe Daddy; oh, I made something for your trip," she said and pulled out a green scarf. "It's for good luck, and in case it gets cold," she said.

Arthur smiled and took it, "Thank you Amelia," he wrapped it around his neck and mounted Minty. "Bye Daddy! Good luck!" Amelia called waving and watched as her father disappeared into the sunset.

I think the only logical reason America would like fairy tales was if she was raised by Britain (minus the revolution). I also think fem!America would be a bit more witty and tough, not naive and girly.

Of course Prussia is Gaston; no one else is as in to himself as he is! I guess that makes Gilbird the LeFou figure...? I dunno.

And if you didn't notice, Flying Mint Bunny is the horse...makes sense right? Only he doesn't talk or fly...

Also, Marcello and Winnie are Seborga and Wy (Wy doesn't have a good human name so I made one up) and Logan is Australia (again, couldn't find a name).

Review please! *makes puppy eyes*