Okay, time to get hopelessly lost and trapped in a castle!
BTW I'm thinking, since you guys seem to like my Disney parodies, I would like to hear ideas from you. If you have a fav classic Disney movie and want me to Hetalia-nize it, tell me in a review or a PM. Then I'll take the suggestions, make a poll and see what will be written first.
Right now, I'm thinking of a Pirates of the Caribbean parody next; I have a poll on my profile to choose the main pairings so check it out a vote! Anyway, let's keep going!
Chapter 2
Arthur and Minty followed the path with ease until they came to a forest, but by then it was starting to grow dark. Arthur frowned and looked at his map, "We should be there by now; we must've taken a wrong turn," he said thoughtfully. They walked a bit further until they reached a crossroad; unfortunately the signs were barely legible, having been worn away by time. "Now which way do we go?" Arthur asked out loud.
Minty looked at the two paths; one looked normal, but the other was foggy and looked very eerie. Minty whinnied and turned her head towards the brighter path as if to say, 'This way dumbass,' but Arthur wasn't thinking the same thing. "C'mon, we'll go this way," he said turning her towards the darker path.
Minty gave him a look that said, 'Are you freaking serious?!' before whinnying in disagreement. Arthur rolled his eyes, "Oh don't be such a coward, we'll get there in no time; let's go." He ordered and urged Minty forwards. The path got dark and foggy as they made their way deeper into the forest. The full moon that was once shining brightly through the trees was swallowed up by the dark clouds hanging in the sky.
Minty tried to ignore the ominous shadows created by the trees and Arthur frowned as he looked at the map again, "This can't be right, where have you taken us this time Minty?" he said frowning. Minty only rolled her eyes; sure, blame the horse. "C'mon, let's turn around," Arthur said. Minty sighed in relief and attempted to turn, but the path was narrower than she thought, making it difficult to turn around with the huge cart on her back.
As the mare attempted to back up, the cart hit a tree disturbing a nest of bats. The little creatures flew out in a frenzy surrounding the horse and cart. With a frightened whinny, Minty took off down the path, blind to which way she was going. "Minty! Steady girl! Steady!" Arthur yelled as he struggled to regain control of the frightened horse. Unfortunately he then failed to see a very low tree branch coming his way. With a smack, Arthur flipped backwards and hit the cold hard ground with a thud. As he lay dazed on the ground, Minty made a beeline out of the forest, cart and all, not noticing the absence of her rider.
When Arthur came to his senses, it had grown darker and colder, "Minty?" he called quietly, but there was no sign of the white mare. Arthur got to his feet shivered as he wrapped his scarf tighter around his neck; he was glad that she gave him it to provide a little extra warmth from the cold. Arthur wandered aimlessly through the dark forest looking for any sign of an exit, but the fog was so thick he couldn't even see the path in front of him. He wrapped his cloak around him tighter as he fought to keep his teeth from chattering when a low growl caused him to freeze.
He slowly turned around to see three large wolves on a small hill, baring their teeth and growling hungrily. Arthur slowly took a few steps back hoping to get away, but that hope was blown to heck when a twig snapped beneath his foot. He looked up at the wolves in horror to see them jump off the hill towards him and the Brit ran as fast as he could. Thunder banged and lightning flashed as the sky opened up in a downpour. Arthur pulled the hood of his cloak up as he continued to run from the hungry wolves.
He turned around for a second to see if he had lost them, and let out a cry as he fell down a small hill and into a puddle, drenching him more than he already was. He got up and squinted through the rain to see a large gate in front of him. Hearing the wolves' growls getting closer, Arthur ran up to the gate. To his delight, it was unlocked. He ran inside and slammed the door shut just in time, not noticing that his scarf had fallen to the ground in the frenzy.
Arthur looked up and stared in awe at an enormous castle that stood before him. Perhaps he could stay there until the rain stopped so he could get home. He ran up to the large wooden doors and pounded on them, only to find that they were unlocked. Arthur opened the door slowly and walked inside, his wet clothes dripping on the floor. The door led to a huge foyer that was dark empty; not a soul was in sight. "H-Hello?" Arthur called quietly as he rubbed his hands together to keep warm, "Hello?" he called again, only louder.
On the small table near Arthur, a candelabra and a mantel clock sat unmoving. A pair of eyes cracked open on each one as they carefully watched the stranger. "He must have gotten lost in the woods," The candelabra (who seemed to have a bit of blonde hair on his waxy head) whispered with a strong French accent to the clock who quickly shushed him.
Arthur looked around more, having thought he heard voices, "Is someone there?" he called again. The clock (who had a strange curl on his head and wore what looked like to be glasses) gave the candelabra a glare, "Not another word Francis," he hissed with an Austrian accent.
Now Arthur was certain he had heard someone, "I-I don't mean to intrude, but I lost my horse and I need a place to stay." He said loudly, still looking for the source of the voice. The candelabra, Francis seemed to look pitiful for the Brit and turned to the clock, "C'mon Roderich, have a heart," he said before Roderich clapped a metal hand over the candle's mouth.
Francis simply responded by holding one of his lit candle hands under the clock's hand causing his to shout in pain and remove his burned hand. "Of course monsieur, you are very welcome here!" Francis said loudly. Arthur picked up the candelabra looking around for whoever was talking. "Over here!" Francis called from his hand causing Arthur to whirl around.
"Where?" he asked when he felt a tap on his head. He looked up to see the smiling face of the candelabra, "Bonjour," he said simply. Arthur cried out in fright, dropping Francis who crashed to the ground, his candles all going out. Arthur watched in amazement as the French candle picked himself up, "What the bloody-?" he started to say but he was cut off when Roderich angrily jumped down from the table, "Now you've done it Francis! What are we supposed to do now?!" he demanded.
Arthur bent down and picked the angry clock off the ground to get a closer look, "I've never seen magic like this before," he said in amazement as he turned and flipped the clock this way and that in his hands. "If you don't mind, would you put me down this instant?!" Roderich snapped, feeling a bit dizzy.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Arthur said putting the clock back on the ground before shivering a bit as a chill seemed to sweep through the air. "Oh, you are chilled to the bone monsieur," Francis said, "Come and warm yourself by the fire." Arthur followed Francis, both of them ignoring Roderich's protests, into a large parlor where a warm fire was in the fireplace.
"Have a seat," Francis said gesturing to a single armchair that sat in front of the fire, "Thank you," Arthur said as he sat down (much to Roderich's horror). As Arthur got himself settled, a (somewhat small) walking coat rack named Ravis walked over and wrapped a thick blanket around him, warming the man considerably. A serving cart then appeared right next him containing a talking teapot named Elizaveta, "Would you like some tea sir?" she asked in a Hungarian accent. "Thank you," Arthur said as the teapot filled the cup with the warm liquid; after a night like this, tea was just what Arthur needed.
He picked up the small cup and took a long sip before the cup wiggled, "Brr, his hands are so cold!" a small British accent squeaked. Arthur stopped and saw that the cup had a face as well. "Now Peter, be nice to our guest," A Finnish voice said. A talking milk pitcher named Tino came onto the cart as well followed by his 'husband' Berwald, the sugar dish. "Sorry Mamma," Peter chirped.
"Ve~! Is there someone here?" an Italian voice called. Arthur looked and flinched as a large brown wolf with a strange curl on his head walked into the firelight. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you; I wouldn't hurt a fly!" the wolf said happily walking up to Arthur, "My name's Feliciano, nice to meet you!" Arthur smiled, "Hello, I'm-" he was cut off as the doors to the parlor flew open and a gust of wind put the fire out in a flash.
The talking objects all jumped and hid in fright as someone…or something entered the now dark parlor. Arthur's eyes darted around the room as a low and slightly Italian voice growled, "There's a stranger here..."
"Master, let me explain," Francis said quickly, fear beginning to shake his voice, "The poor man was lost in the woods; he was cold and-" Francis was cut off as the…thing in the room roared loudly.
Feliciano timidly went up the source of the voice, "F-fratello, please don't be mad; h-he's not going to-" The thing roared again and knocked the wolf out of the way resulting in a yelp from the poor wolf. Arthur could feel that the voice was close. He turned to see a pair of golden eyes staring right at him.
He let out a cry of fright as he stumbled out of the chair as a large shadow loomed over him, "What the hell are you doing here?!" the shadow demanded, rows of sharp fangs glistening. Arthur slowly backed up, stumbling for words, "I-I was lost in the woods, a-and I-I just-" "You're not welcome here!" the shadow yelled causing Arthur to jump, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude, I just…" he trailed off as the shadow's eyes bore into him.
"What the hell are you staring at?!" the shadow demanded. "N-Nothing!" Arthur cried shaking his head. "So, you've come to stare at the beast have you bastard?!" the shadow yelled. "P-Please I mean no harm, I-I just needed a place to stay!" Arthur protested.
"I'll give you a fucking place to stay!" the shadow yelled. Arthur felt something large grab the collar of his shirt and lift him into the air, "No! No please! NO!" Arthur yelled in fear as the creature dragged him away, leaving the terrified objects behind in the darkness.
And thus we finally meet Beast!Romano! I'm sure you can tell by his language... the rest of the cast is pretty obvious; like the alley cats in Aristocats, some just SCREAM Hetalia. I know all you FrUK fans are gonna complain that I didn't make Arthur Cogsworth since that fits perfectly; but Austria actually fits too if you think about it. And he and France have fought before, so it's not completely weird. That...and I like to watch Arthur in pain *shot*
Yes I know, Hungary is NOT Sealand's mother! That's why I made Finland and Sweden the milk and sugar since those two are always together and their still related to tea-serving. Get it? (Hanatamago will be appearing soon too!)
And yes...Feli is a wolf. Let me explain; he got most of the curse Romano got since he's related to him. If you noticed in the movie, the beast is the only animal-like thing in the whole castle, so I figured Feli should be some kind of animal too, so I made him a wolf. So he technically is a beast too being a wolf and all, but since he's the happy loving one, he didn't become ugly like Romano...he got pretty lucky if you ask me.
I'll touch up on the Italy brothers relationship later when the whole 'falling in love' thing starts to develop. If you still don't get it, just PM me.
I'm also doing a kind of combination of the movie and the stage musical of this story, like the whole scarf thing. There will be more significant changes later.
Again, vote on my profile so I can start the PoC story!
Review if you want MOAR!