(Author's note- OMG I'm not dead! Actually though I'm sooooo sorry for this chapter taking forever and being kinda short. School is draining my life away I swear. But anyway I'm still back! So for this chapter I increased the rating because there is kinda some homophobia in it. Just people being negative against crossdressing and assuming genders but just in case, here's a warning. Also I always hated the fact that the prince couldn't recognize Cinderella without the shoe. How could he love her if he couldn't even recognize her!? So that change is there. Thank you to Cone of Depression for your awesome review. Finally, I do not own Cinderella or Hetalia. All rights go the Hidekaz Himaruya and Disney. Enjoy!)

Cinderella

Feliks (Poland)= Cinderella

Toris (Lithuania)= Prince Charming (Maybe with his... history with Russia the story would have worked out better with him as Cinderella, but I could not imagine anyone else rocking that dress other then Poland, so yeah)

Ivan Braginsky (Russia)= Evil Stepmother/father (It was inevitable he was gonna be evil in at least one of the stories)

Yekaterina (Ukraine)= Stepsister (But not evil! Ukraine is my precious child too pure to be evil!)

Natalya (Belarus)= Stepsister (Also not evil! I couldn't do that to her twice)

Eduard (Estonia)= Grand Duke

Raivis (Latvia)= Castle servant

"Ivan! Ivan, please! I have to, like, see the prince! Let me out!"

His stepfather's maniacal giggle rang in his ears. "But Feliks, they are looking for a beautiful person in a dress. That could not be you, da?"
And with that the Russian man descended the stairs to the attic, leaving the only sounds Feliks pounding on the door and his gasping sobs.

The irony of the situation occurred to Feliks as he slid down the door crying, still fruitlessly hitting it. The orphan could do nothing but agree with his stepfather. Why would the prince- no, Toris, after that magical night he had asked the stranger in the beautiful silver dress to not be so formal and just call him Toris. Why would Toris want him? He was useless, nothing more than a slave, an object. Even worse, he knew that his cross dressing combined with speech patterns made him appear feminine. Feliks couldn't help but imagine the disgust on the dream like royals face if he learned he was a dirty peasant boy.

That was an if that didn't seem likely to be true. From his attic prison he could hear unfamiliar voices downstairs, along with Yekaterina's, Natalya's, and Ivan's, probably people from the castle checking those in the house and the shoe. No doubt Ivan was pushing his sisters at Toris, desperate to rise to power. And frankly, it didn't really matter whether Toris excepted them or not. Because he would never except Feliks.

The unfairness of it all sent him reeling, barely able to draw breaths as he wailed and cried. The world couldn't just be cruel to him. It had to give him just the most fleeting, desperate hint of freedom, light, anything, then rip it away. How was it possible that Feliks already mourned the loss of his life with Toris when it had never begun?

The Polish man was so distraught he missed hearing the voices leading up to the stairs, only becoming aware when the door swung open, and he embarrassingly fell on his face. Hands moved to help him up at the same time someone snorted. Looking up, Feliks' eyes widened in surprise, and he pushed his saviours away. "What are, like, you guys doing here?"

Yekaterina played with the hem of her dress guiltily. "I-I mean we- I guess- sorta-" breathing out to collect her thoughts, she continued, "We've been so cruel to you for many years. I'm sorry. I know I can never make it up, but I figured this is a start."

Feliks glared suspiciously at the other sister. "Like, is that true Natalya?"

The silver-haired woman's eyes narrowed at her brother's stepson. "Don't get any ideas. Big brother wants one of us to marry the prince, and that isn't happening."

Feliks was going to make a snarky remark back at the frightening sibling, but before he could a voice echoed through the house, "There is nothing for us here, let's leave your highness."

Yekaterina darted forward and grabbed Feliks' hand. Giving it a reassuring squeeze, she whispered, "Go get your happy ending, Feliks."
Through teary eyes he smiled back at the sisters, then left down the stairs, praying he wasn't too late.

The house was beautiful, well kept, clean, and no doubt comfortably warm. So why Prince Toris was standing there shivering, more uncomfortable than ever before was quite unnerving. Whether due to the lack of life in the large mansion, the dark aura that seemed to follow Mr. Braginky as they talked, the two woman of the house who disappeared soon after they failed to fit the shoe, or some combination of it all, it was enough to put Toris on the edge of a nervous breakdown.

Apparently he was not alone in his thinking. With shaky hands the Grand Duke, Eduard, set his teacup down and gave the large owner of the house a tight smile. "Um, thank you for the refreshments, kind sir, but none of the inhabitants of the house fit the shoe, and there are still many places we must be, so perhaps it is time for us to leave."

Toris' servant Raivis was quick to also agree. "Yes, we really ought to go your highness." The poor boy was almost in tears at the end of his sentence from having to confront the increasingly angry Mr. Braginsky.

With a childlike grin that seemed too wide, the man stood up to his full height and responded, "Yes, of course. But when you do not find the woman you are looking for, my sisters will still be here."

Two things bugged Toris about what was just said. First of all, it was never confirmed that the person he had danced with and talked with and fell in love with for hours last night had been a girl. The royal court and his parents insisted that because the stranger wore a dress, they must've been a woman. But for some reason thinking that the captivating beauty he had met with was a girl felt bitter and wrong. Frankly Toris didn't care if the person from last night was a genderless alien from Mars. He just wanted them back in his arms, never to let go again.

Secondly, something in the Russian man's tone alarmed Toris. Did he know more than he revealed? It was only fear of death by a large sociopath that stopped him from marching up to Mr. Braginsky and demanding he reveal all he knew. The thought of something, someone actively trying to keep him from the enchanting stranger was infuriating beyond belief.

As always, Eduard was able to sense his Highness' suspicions and acted quick to avoid conflict. Forcefully but gently he grabbed Toris' arm and pulled him out of the salon and to the door, Raivis scurrying behind them to keep up. Speaking loud enough to tell Ivan that they were leaving, he stated "There is nothing for us here, let's leave your highness."

Just before the trio was about to leave, a shockingly familiar voice yelled "Wait! Please, wait!"

At the top of the stairs a person with shoulder length blonde hair and piercing emerald green eyes stood. They were wearing a tattered and stained maid's dress, and soot was smeared all over their face and arms. The person looked at the group nervously, biting their lip and shuffling their feet. While the royal servants asked the person what they wanted, the only coherent thought Toris could make was, "I must be staring at an angel."

Mr. Braginsky's maniacal laugh snapped Toris back to reality, as well as causing Raivis to actually cry out in fear. Glaring harshly at the figure, who avoided the man's violet gaze, he assured, "That is just my family's servant boy Feliks. For some reason he enjoys wearing dresses and acting as a girl. Just ignore him."

"No!" the person, Feliks, retorted, "I am no longer going to, like, sit around and let you ruin my life! I am done losing to you Ivan!"

The feminine man rushed down the stairs and wearily eyed the members of the palace before finally locking eyes with Toris. Yes, there was dirt on his face and rips in his clothes, and yes, now that he was closer up it was obvious that he was indeed a man, but despite all that, the only thing Toris could truly see was the longing in those beautiful eyes. Eyes that had once looked back at him as the clock struck midnight and said goodbye.

This time though, Toris was determined to never lose his angel again.

"Your highness," Feliks hesitated, his face turning red from the anxiety, "I know this- I understand that-that you're, like, probably expecting a girl. And-And that's totally, like, fine. If you don't-don't believe me- I mean I hope you do!- But if you, like, completely think-umm completely think I'm lying… look if you would just, like, let me try on the shoe, that'd be-"

Striding forward, Toris grabbed Feliks' hands, ignoring Eduard's protests and Ivan's vague threats. Feliks was now completely silent, looking up hopefully but also fearfully at the prince in front of him. With a gentle touch, Toris pushed the loose strands of blonde hair out of the heavenly face that winced at the contact, probably expecting the man to strike him. Toris couldn't help but marvel at the sight before him. Whether in a fancy dress waltzing in a ballroom, smiling brighter than all the stars above them combined or standing in the foyer of a cruel man's mansions, eyes now clenched tight and bottom lip quivering slightly in fear, it was undoubted that the prince had found the person of his dreams.

Cupping either side of Feliks head, Toris gently brought his lips down the meet the perfect pink ones. It was all the Lithuanian had ever wanted in life as he stood there holding his love in his arms. And when they both finally broke away, Feliks now having tears of joy streaming down his cheeks, Toris couldn't help but laugh, wipe a stray tear off of his face, and say, "Whether you're a man, woman, or anything in between, it doesn't matter. You're still the most beautiful thing this earth has to offer."

The prince also said that exact same thing at Feliks' and his wedding, where his new husband wore a stunning white wedding dress with nothing but pride.