This is my first fic, so go easy on me. I would like some constructive criticism though, some help to make me a better writer. I was going to write a sequel to Reflective Reviewer 7's version of this but I wanted to make a couple changes so I decided to write the first movie first.
So here we go!
Chapter 1
Once upon a time there was a king named Scott who ruled a large and mighty kingdom. And yet he was sad, for he was growing old and had no child to inherit the throne. Then, happily, a son was born; a prince. And he was given the name...Arthur.
Kings and queens came from all around to offer their gifts to the child. Among them was the young widow Queen Elizaveta and her son Prince Alfred.
The young Prince Alfred had dirty blonde hair (neatly combed except for one strand that stuck up no matter what was done to control it) and the bluest eyes you've ever seen. Carrying his gift for the newborn, a golden locket with a swan engraved on it, he approached Arthur's bassinet. He looked over the edge and the first thing he noticed about the baby was his big green eyes, like a forest in summer time. Alfred smiled as he dangled the necklace over Arthur, just above his outstretched hands. Little Arthur giggled as he received his present from the stranger, making Alfred grin wider at making the newborn prince laugh.
It was then that Scott and Elizaveta happened upon the same idea. Alfred and Arthur would be brought together each summer in hopes that they would fall in love and join their kingdoms forever.
But unknown to all was another plan. That of the evil enchanter Ivan. Arthur's birth was of little concern to him. For he was preparing to take Scott's kingdom by means of the Forbidden Arts.
In his underground lair, Ivan was by the fireplace waving his hands through the air. Colored smoke formed images by his will. In a cloud of blue, the image of King Scott holding his baby boy appeared. Then a strike of red transformed the picture into a bat-like monster.
On the eve of his assault, Scott attacked and Ivan's powers were plunged into darkness.
At that moment, Scott's soldiers barged in, destroying everything. Ivan's servant, Toris, hid behind the tall sorcerer in fear. While the soldiers were arresting Ivan, the timid brunette escaped, the soldiers not caring about him enough to capture him, too.
Despite calls for his death, the enchanter was only banished.
On the outskirts of his kingdom, King Scott sat on his horse with his soldiers beside him. As soon as Ivan was free of his chains he pushed the men unlocking his restraints away from him. He turned to the king with a childlike smile.
"I'm not finished with you yet, Scotty~ Someday I'll get my power back and when I do, everything you own, everything you love..will be mine."
Though he spoke as if talking about the weather and smiled innocently, his piercing violet irises gave away his anger and malice. Scott merely glared back at the banished sorcerer and pointed to the forest outside his kingdom, watching him go.
Many feared King Scott too kind. But in time the threat was forgotten and all hopes turned to that not so far away summer when Alfred and Arthur would meet.
It was a bright summer day, the first summer Prince Alfred and Prince Arthur would be spending together in Queen Elizaveta's kingdom. The chamberlain with shoulder-length blonde hair stood on a tower of the castle looking through a telescope, waiting for their guests to arrive. When he spotted them riding up to the gates on horseback, Arthur riding with his father on his horse, he grinned and blew his trumpet announcing their arrival.
Queen Elizaveta and Prince Alfred stood at the gates to welcome the visiting King and his son. She curtsied to them as they dismounted their steed, nudging Alfred to bow as well. The young prince pouted but bowed anyway.
"Welcome to our fair kingdom dear Scott. And to you, young Arthur." The widowed queen smiled sweetly down at her small guest seeing how nervous he was.
"And who might this young lad be? Can't be Alfred." Scott winked at Elizaveta and she winked back. It was finally time to put their plan into motion.
Arthur stayed close to his father, noticing that the other prince didn't seem so keen on meeting him. While Elizaveta and Scott chatted, Alfred observed his future "queen". His eyes were as green as he remembered and his blonde hair had gotten wilder, which was to be expected since it's obviously gotten longer since he was an infant.
While Scott lightly pushed Arthur forward, Elizaveta did the same to Alfred. "Go on, Alfred." But when he resisted her pushing she tried a different approach. "Dear, go on," she said a bit more sternly, nudging him again.
"Mom.."
"Alfred."
Reluctantly, he forced himself to march forward up to Prince Arthur. He glanced away, not wanting to look him in the eye.
"Hello Prince Arthur, I'm very pleased to meet you."
Alfred wasn't even trying to hide his displeasure. But Arthur decided he would try to be the bigger person and bowed to the other as he responded.
"Pleased to meet you, Prince Alfred." But when he looked back up, his betrothed had already turned away and walked back to his mother.
When Elizaveta gave her son a look and pointed back to the ditched prince, he rolled his eyes and turned back to Arthur. He knew what his mother wanted, what she expected from him. So he took the shorter blonde's hand, not seeing the scowl on his face. After a minute of hesitation and talking himself into it, he leaned down and quickly kissed the top of his hand.
The second Alfred let go of his hand, Arthur wiped the kiss off on his trousers and watched insulted as Alfred wiped his mouth on his shirt sleeve.
'I can't believe I'm stuck with him all summer,' Alfred sang in his head. 'I'll bet he doesn't wrestle, hunt, or box.'
'He looks conceited.'
'What a total bummer.'
'If I get lucky I'll get chicken pox,' they both thought hopefully.
"So happy you could come," sang Alfred.
"So happy to be here," sang Arthur.
'How I'd like to run..' they thought simultaneously.
With a thick raised eyebrow, Arthur sang, "This is not my idea-"
"This isn't my idea.." Alfred interrupted.
"...of fun," they said, turning away from each other with crossed arms.
Once they were all back inside, the children were left to play with wooden swords while Scott and Elizaveta talked about how well the first meeting went.
"The children seem to get along quite nicely." As Elizaveta said this, behind them Arthur tripped the older prince and pounced on him in attack.
"We'll join our lands if this arrangement clicks," Scott mused.
"My dear King Scott, that's my point. Precisely."
"It's such good parenting."
"And politics. So happy we agree~"
"I think we've got a deal."
"Alfred's quite a catch~"
"This is my idea-"
"This is MY idea.." the queen interrupted.
"...of a match," they said together. Catching the boys as they ran past, they held them apart to keep them from fighting. Elizaveta laughed, "And such fun!"
As the summers passed, the two princes grew up into pre-teens, still disliking each other as much as they did the first day they met. King Scott was preparing to leave for Queen Elizaveta's kingdom for the summer once again, but his son was nowhere to be seen. The redhead looked up to the balcony of Arthur's bedroom.
"Good heavens, lad, don't dawdle! We can't keep Alfred waiting!"
The green eyed blonde came out and looked down at his father, not hiding the dread on his face. "I haven't packed or washed my hair, and father I get seasick."
Over in Elizaveta's kingdom, Alfred too was in his room. But instead of preparing for the coming of their quests he was shooting arrows at a badly drawn picture of Arthur pinned to his wall. His mother came into the room, looking disapprovingly at her son.
"He soon will be arriving. Is that the respect you're showing?"
"If you make me kiss his hand again, I swear I'm gonna be sick."
As Arthur walked off the ramp of the boat in the harbor of Elizaveta's kingdom, a tomato smacked him right in the face, the fruit's juices dripping down his chin. When he looked for the source he found Alfred standing next to a brunette boy with a strange curl sticking out of his hair. He glared down at them seeing a slingshot in the boy's hand, the two of them trying to contain their laughter.
Their parents didn't notice this exchange, making their way to the carriage to head to the castle.
"One day Prince Alfred will be his intended."
"Splendid~"
Arthur was still cross about the tomato to his face as a welcome gift, but he did however make an effort to spend time with the other prince. But him and his new friend did everything they could to avoid him when he visited.
Alfred and his companion Prince Lovino were currently running away from the younger prince. Prince Lovino's brother Feliciano was the heir to their kingdom, so he himself was able to spend plenty of time with his new best friend. The two of them were sliding down the staircase banister with Arthur following close behind.
"We've tried all summer but we just can't lose him!"
"Hey, fellas, wait up!"
"Quick! Put on some speed."
The two of them took off running as soon as they reached the bottom of the staircase. Arthur tried to follow but wipped out at the end of the banister.
"When picking teams-"
"-or friends-"
"-I'd never choose him."
Once he recovered from his fall, the messy haired blonde followed his so called playmates outside to a treehouse on the castle grounds. He would've climbed up the ladder but right before he would grab it, Lovino pulled the rope ladder up. The Italian prince then unfolded a piece of paper that read No caterpillars allowed referring to Arthur's bushes for eyebrows.
"You'd think he'd take a hint and learn to read," Lovino smirks down at the angry Brit.
He sassily put his hands on his hips. "This really isn't fair!"
"We really couldn't care."
"Boys it's all or none!" When the little prince kicked at a beam supporting the treehouse, he quickly backed away as it came crashing down.
That summer all three of the young boys were left covered with injuries. Elizaveta smiled and waved goodbye to Arthur and his father at the end of the season, but as soon as they were out of sight she turned around and scolded the two she was left with.
"This is not my idea.."
"This isn't my idea.."
"..of fun."
As time went by, the townspeople and servants watching the betrothed princes grow up from afar sang to themselves.
"Long before they met Alfred and Arthur were destined to be wedded. However anyone could see the only point on which they didn't disagree was that the very thought of summertime was dreaded."
The now teenage Arthur had to be dragged from the carriage into the castle, all but outright refusing to see his fiance.
Eventually he broke down and tried to have a good time.
"He tries to talk me into playing dress-up," Alfred complained to Lovino, looking through his new glasses at Arthur sitting on the throne wearing a crown and trying to order him around like he owns a place.
"He's always flirting with the castle guards.."
Lovino smirked and elbowed his host in the side, noticing the light blush on his cheeks. "I think you really sorta like him, fess up."
"I'd like him better if he'd lose at cards."
Arthur and Alfred sat together playing cards, Lovino making hand gestures from behind Arthur trying to tell his best friend what he had. But it was no use.
Alfred laid his cards down, feeling confident that he had finally beat the other. "Four sevens and a ten."
"I think I've won again," the Brit said with a smile, laying his cards down to reveal a winning hand.
"Every time he's won!"
Arthur smirked and sang cheerily, "This is my idea.."
"This isn't my idea.."
"..of fun!"
It was true, Arthur was starting to enjoy the time he spent with Alfred. Not because he liked his company, of course not. Though he did notice his fiance being nicer to him. At least a little. He didn't try to run away from him anymore and, though reluctantly, he would play games with him even though he always lost when it was something competitive. But even though he was starting to like being around him, he still wanted revenge.
While the royal couple rode through the streets in a carriage, Arthur waving and smiling to citizens and Alfred making faces and putting bunny ear fingers behind the other's head (by the time Arthur looked back at him he had looked away whistling innocently), people working in the fields sang hopefully.
"We need a royal wedding. I'd love to be invited!"
"At least we'll get a holiday to rest our plows and axes."
At the end of the summer as Arthur and his father were boarding the ship to take them home, the Brit decided it was time to take his long awaited revenge.
"Someday these two will marry. Two lands will be united."
"And with some luck their marriage may result in lower taxes."
When no one was looking at him, he fired a tomato at Alfred and his Italian friend. The red fruit hit a barrel the two were leaning on, bits of the food hitting them both. Acting as innocent as possible he tossed the slingshot into the ocean, trying his best to contain the smirk wanting to grace him.
A few more years later, King Scott wrote a letter to his Hungarian friend. What if Arthur doesn't go for the merger?
Elizaveta only responded with a Urge him!
But before either of them could get a word in to their children, the doors were closed in their faces. Leaning back against their bedroom doors the two now adult princes sang unknowingly simultaneously.
"For as long as I remember we've been told we'd someday wed. Every June until September.."
Alfred was being pushed through the halls towards the ballroom by his mother. 'All their pushing and annoying hints.'
Arthur had to be carried inside by his father to get him out of the carriage, always putting up a fight. 'I've got bruises with their fingerprints.'
Before Alfred could back out, the door was closed behind him. He turned his back to the other side of the room with his arms crossed. 'I can do much better I am sure..'
Arthur suffered the same fate, the door being closed before he could escape. 'He's so immature..'
Hearing the other enter the room, the blue-eyed prince turned around to greet him like any other summer they had gotten together. But when Arthur turned to him as well, it was not what he expected. Had Arthur always been so...beautiful?
The British blonde couldn't help but blush when he saw the other. It was strange, they had known each other almost their whole lives but this was different. He had never noticed before just how handsome Alfred was. And he had never seen Alfred look at him the way he was now.
'I see him smiling and my knees start buckling..I see inside him and my doubts are gone..'
'He started out as such an ugly duckling, and somehow suddenly became a swan.'
They met in the middle of the room, bowing to each other.
"So happy to be here."
"Till now I never knew.."
"..it is you I've been dreaming of."
"This is my idea.."
"This is my idea.."
Watching from the sidelines, Elizaveta and Scott grinned and joined in on the singing.
"What a good idea, such a charming and romantic notion!"
Coming in behind them were servants and cooks and musicians, quickly preparing to celebrate and singing along.
"This is my idea, such a good idea, what a good idea, such a powerful and magic potion. This is exactly my idea of love."
Even with all the commotion around them, the couple hardly noticed, too absorbed in each other and the music now playing in the background. Never looking away from each other's eyes they slowly danced together across the ballroom in their own little world.
'This is my idea...'
'This is my idea...'
'This is my idea..of..Love.'
Alfred leaned down to the shorter male, slowly closing their eyes, and they shared their first kiss.
Well there's the first chapter.
Yes I made Scotland Arthur's father, which if you've seen the movie you know what that means. I love Scotland as much as the next person, but I felt that this way his death would hit home more. And I noticed that in the movie they didn't say much about Bromley and who he was. We know he's Derek's best friend but we know nothing else about him, so I made Lovino a prince in this.
Please review, tell me if it's worth continuing, if I'm any good.