(Author's note- So apparently I'm not dead. Only on the inside. If you're still reading this story thank you for appreciating my disaster of procrastination. Legitimately my phone broke and apparently that is one hell of motivator to get off my ass and actually do some shit. Anyway here's the next chapter! It goes without saying, but I do not own Beauty and the Beast or Hetalia, all rights go Disney and Hidekaz Himaruya. Thank you to Cone of Depression for your last review. Please consider reviewing and enjoy!)

Beauty and the Beast

Arthur (England)= The Beast

Francis (France)= Belle (Yeah, he's pretty much the most beautiful person ever, so this makes sense)

Peter (Sealand)= Chip (He's only in is for less than a second though)

Berwald (Sweden)= Mrs Potts (Once again, only mentioned)

Alfred (America)= Lumiere

Matthew (Canada)= Plumette (That's her name in the 2017 reboot. If you don't recognize it, he's the feather duster)

I didn't think too hard about who would be the villain in this as it's not relevant in the scene I wrote, but I considered Prussia as Gaston if you're curious

Somehow new life had been breathed into the previously desolate and dreary castle. Maybe after spending a year living out a very much stereotypical fairytale story similar to something he would read in one of his books, Francis had gotten overly sentimental. Yet in some way the sunrise's light filtering through the windows seemed brighter, the colours on the intricate tapestry pieces and carpeting seemed less dull, and the sound of servants running from room to room in a hurry sounded sweeter.

To be fair the servants were noticeably more energetic, and rightfully so. They did now have back the humans bodies that had been stolen from them. It was truly something else to see the change in demeanor in the staff as he and Arthur strode through the corridors to check on them all.

Speaking of Arthur, it was still a struggle for Francis to look at the king standing next to him, head of golden hair held high with a newly found metaphorical crown on top. Somewhere in his mind the frenchman found that he missed the beast he had spent the last couple of months getting to know and falling in love with.

However, whenever Arthur spoke to the invigorated staff members in that pretentious voice of his or squinted his eyes while thinking the way the beast always had, Francis knew that this man was the same as the angry monster that he had been imprisoned by so long ago.
Arthur looked up from sending a newly human child Peter to find his father. When his eyes met Francis' he began to subconsciously fix his torn shirt, then cleared his throat and asked, "What are you smiling about, frog?"

Francis chuckled when he realized he had in fact been smiling fondly at Arthur while the king looked over his castle. He grabbed the englishman's hand and responded, "Oh, nothing. Just marveling at the fact that I'm taller than you now.'

Turning red faced while sputtering protests, Arthur pulled his hand away from a laughing Francis, then swatted him on the arm, "Oi, quiet you! I'll have you know that I'm still a member of this bloody royal family. I could have you executed for that insult if I wanted to."

"Oh, I know," Francis teased, "but you won't."

"Really? That's bold of you to assume. Why is that exactly?" The king responded, taking a challenging step forward.

Still grinning like a cat toying with its prey, Francis retorted, "Because first off, I saved your life, so you owe me. Secondly, I broke the curse, so really your entire staff owes me too, and third, you just love me too damn much."

At this point the two men had drifted close enough to each other to touch, which they did. Arthur wrapped his arms around his love's waist and pulled him closer until they almost touched noses. "Wow Francis, you really have me pegged down."

Smirking as he leaned forward for the inevitable kiss, Francis drawled, "Yes, but I'll tell you my secret. It is because of my own love that I know you so well mon petit chou."

Both men continued forward until they were a mere moments away from kissing. But because the universe could not allow the couple to be too happy, just as their lips were about to meet someone shoved them apart from each other to run through the corridor.

Francis was quite angry at this and was about to yell at this mystery person for ruining what was going to be a very romantic moment. Before he could get the chance the unfamiliar man, a boisterous stranger with sky blue eyes and blonde hair, gasped as a new person with purple eyes turned around the corner of the passageway.

"Mattie!" The loud man cried out, and Francis immediately recognized the voice as being Alfred's. Both him and Matthew, no longer a candle holder and feather duster, respectively, ran towards each other. In the centre of the hallway they collided. Together they fell to the floor as they pulled each other into a tight embrace, desperate to feel one another once again.

"Oh my god Mattie, we're human again!" Alfred cried out into his boyfriend's shoulder. Matthew held tight onto the american's jacket while he pulled away for a moment, only to return again as the couple passionately locked lips.

When they both pulled away, tears streaming down both their faces, Matthew cradled Alfred's cheek with his hand. His voice cracked while saying in typical, quiet Matthew fashion, "God, I missed holding you Al."

Alfred grinned and pretended to check out his boyfriend. "Well you're just as handsome as I remember babe."

Blushing, Matthew effectively silenced his lover by surging forward to continue making out with him.

Francis was beaming after witnessing such a wholesome exchange. He turned to face his own boyfriend and was immediately endeared by the tears from the emotional reunion that Arthur was wiping from his face. Deciding to make another move, Francis slipped an arm over the king's shoulders and sighed. "It's a shame really."

After a moment of pondering, Arthur questioned the frenchman somewhat irritated and somewhat confused, "I don't see what you mean."

Francis chuckled, "These two might are so adorable they may steal our title as the castle's best couple."

Arthur laughed, a sweet sound that had Francis internally melting. With a mischievous look in his eyes the former beast yanked an unsuspecting Francis towards him. The peasant man gave an undignified yelp, but his embarrassment soon turned to arousal when Arthur suggested so close to him their lips brushed, "Let's give them a good run for their money then."

Now there was no real way for that kiss to match the first one at all in terms of intensity. Their first kiss was while Arthur was dying in his arms and ended with an explosion of light and a broken curse. Nothing would ever top all that.

But standing in a hallway lit by sunrise's rays in a castle brought back to life, Alfred yelling at them to get a room while Matthew shushed him, his real life fairytale's lips no longer itching him from all the fur, Arthur's breath melding with his as they drank up each other's presence, Francis had to admit it was a pretty close second.