Once upon a dragonslaying Unicorn [6b/?]
anonymous
March 16 2010, 01:39:21 UTC
Arthur had already traveled there once, but then he wasn’t used as a riding animal, Francis going with him in a carriage so he could get a comfortable rest after a night full of running. Francis owed it to him for dragging him along. Back then, they only traveled by night, even when Arthur transformed into his bunny-form, because the carriage wasn’t big or strong enough to carry Arthur’s real cursed form.
“Maybe the curse works in another way on the author.” “I thought you dropped that subject when you knew Arthur’s real cursed form. You proved yourself wrong.” “I know, but don’t you find it strange she is describing him more, instead of just writing down ‘unicorn’?” “Honestly, I don’t care why she does one thing and not another. Maybe it’s to suit the air of mystery around his real form in the story itself.” “I don’t think so… I think the curse only lets her write down the word if there is no other alternative.” “I still can’t believe you think that, without actually believing in magic in real life.” “Why?” “Where do you think this story is written?” “The internet?” confusion “How did it get there?” “The author put it there. Really Iggy, couldn’t you have figured that out by yourself?” Sigh “That’s not the point. The point is, the author is a human who lives here, on earth, where, according to you, magic doesn’t work.” Silence “Maybe she’s an alien.” ‘Why do I keep trying’
Days and nights kept passing by, until one day, Alfred saw smoke in the distance, changing colors for no apparent reason. He woke up Arthur, and, after some loud curses, was told, not too politely to “Move, you bloody twat, it’s obviously the work of witches.”
They got closer, Arthur walking himself, calculating they would reach it before the night fell. The smoke kept changing colors, each individual color forming a letter, until a word adorned the sky.
AWESOME
Seeing the letters in the sky, Arthur couldn’t suppress the groan.
“Gilbert.” “You know the wizard living there?” Alfred asked, surprised. “Gilbert isn’t a wizard. He lives with the witches duo, much to Roderich’s annoyance and Elizaveta’s delight.” Arthur answered, scowl tugging at his lips. Alfred couldn’t believe his ears “You know the witches duo? How?” “Francis forced me along when he wanted to get rid of his curse. It obviously didn’t work.” Arthur replied, frowning when another word joined the previous one.
GILBIRD
“Who’s Gilbird?” Alfred couldn’t help but ask, “Are they twins?” “Luckily, no, one Gilbert is more than enough. Gilbird is his bird named, and I quote, 'After my awesome self.' End quote.” “He sounds…” Alfred began “Don’t you dare say it.” Arthur forced passed his gritted teeth. “Awesome, though, not as awesome as me, of course.”
The smoke words had disappeared, swallowed by the purple smoke that started coming out of the chimney.
“It looks like Gilbert was caught. Purple is Roderich’s brewing color.” Arthur explained, seeing Alfred’s dejected expression when the last letter disappeared. “Brewing color?” Alfred asked, “Doesn’t the color depend on the ingredients used in the potion?” “When the person brewing it isn’t a witch or wizard, yes, but when the person brewing it possesses some magic, the fumes will always be the same color. That’s how you can tell Gilbert isn’t one. His smoke jumps from one color to the other.” “But he wrote in the sky. How can you write in the sky without possessing magic?” Alfred shot back, not believing Arthur’s explanation. “He used his bird for that. Gilbird is trained to flap his wings in such a way it causes the smoke to form letters. All Gilbert is good at is picking the right bottles, so the smoke doesn’t change to black.”Arthur explained, ignoring the disbelieving stare Alfred sent his way.
Once upon a dragonslaying Unicorn [6c/?]
anonymous
March 16 2010, 01:40:42 UTC
“I agree with Alfred, smoke depends on the ingredients used, not the user.” “What's wrong with her idea? It's not as if she's dooming the world.” “You don't know that. You never know what aliens have planned.” “She's not an alien.” deadpan “You never know.” shifty eyes “Why don't you ask Tony?” sarcasm. “I will” creaking of bed, opening of door, fading footsteps down the hall. 'This is ridiculous.' 5 minutes later “I'm out of here.” scraping of a chair, opening of door. Heavy footsteps, dejected look. “America, what is it?” forced back inside, forced back in the chair. “You were right.”
They reached the door and after they knocked, it was flung open, showing Gilbert in all his clothed glory.
“Who has the fortune of standing in my awesome shadow?”He said, red eyes roaming over Alfred. “I'm Alfred, the hero. I'm gonna help Artie break his curse.” Alfred answered, grinning widely. “I'm Gilbert, the awesome. I'm invading the vital regions of anyone I meet.” Gilbert replied, grinning wildly back.
'The idiots meet, why me?' Arthur thought, shaking his head, before pushing past Gilbert, earning himself an undignified “Hey!”
“Roderich, where are you?” Arthur yelled, ignoring Gilbert still standing by the door. “In the cauldron room.” was the reply, though Roderich didn't show himself, having recognized the voice. “Is Elizaveta with you?”Arthur asked, making his way deeper into the house, leaving Alfred with Gilbert. “Yes, why do you ask?” Roderich answered, eyebrow raised, when Arthur entered the room. Arthur sighed, before answering: “There is this idiot hell bent on saving me from the curse, so we need her kind of witching powers.” “Where is he now?” Roderich asked, putting out the fire that kept his concoction working. “Outside with Gilbert.” Arthur replied, distracted by the potions and ingredients lining up the walls of the room.
Arthur had always had a fascination for magical potions, going to the witch near the castle whenever his parents weren't paying attention to him, which wasn't as often as he liked. Even though, after his 13th birthday, more people were allowed in, he still wasn't allowed out.
“What are they doing?” was asked, even though Roderich's voice was lacking any genuine interest. “Talking about 'the awesomeness' that were the words in the sky.” Arthur replied.
Cue twin sighs.
“I'll go get him so I can introduce you to each other.” Arthur added, getting his eyes away from the bottles and cans, and making his way back to the front door, where Gilbert and Alfred were still talking, but about a slightly different subject.
“Suddenly, I was hit by a rabbit, and before I knew it, the sun had risen and instead of a rabbit, there was Arthur, all teary-eyed and grateful I saved him from the wolves.” Alfred proclaimed loudly, trying to impress Gilbert. “That's nothing.” Gilbert scoffed, “One night, I was walking around, searching for Gilbird, when something zipped passed me, followed by this strange rabbit. I, being awesome, decided to see what was wrong and followed it, where I saw it was chasing this strange frog. I was intrigued by the animosity of the white fluffy thing, so I tried to catch it, deciding to train it so Gilbird would have a playmate. It was a long night, the rabbit faster than expected, but still, I caught it, though when I did, the frog wouldn't leave me alone. It jumped into the cage of the rabbit before I had the chance to close it and refused to get out.”
He was just about to tell how, when the sun had risen, the cage burst open, showing two blond guys, one with a scowl and bushy eyebrows, the other with a charming smile and long hair when a loud clearing of the throat stopped their story telling time and both turned, seeing a not bemused Arthur standing in the door opening.
“I did not thank you for rescuing me from the wolves and I'm not planning on it.” directed at Alfred, “And you didn't catch me, you were told everything by Francis.” directed at Gilbert. “Now get inside, so they can meet you.” Arthur said to Alfred, turning around, silently counting to ten.
Once upon a dragonslaying Unicorn [6d/?]
anonymous
March 16 2010, 01:41:55 UTC
“Where are we going?” Alfred asked, all attention back on Arthur, Gilbert trailing behind for lack of anything better to do. “The cauldron room.” Arthur answered, not turning around or slowing down. “Why are we going there?” Alfred asked, getting suspicious. “That's where the magic happens.” Arthur replied with a sigh.
Alfred stopped, not trusting these strangers waiting for him.
“What is it now, twat?” Arthur asked annoyed, noticing Alfred wasn't following anymore. “I don't want to get cursed.” Alfred replied, already making his way back. “You're not going to get cursed.” Arthur said, menacingly making his way over to Alfred, “You're going to hear how to play the hero and save me.” he continued, malice dripping of every word.
It was getting too much for Arthur. First he was forced to become a friend, then, he was forced to join the hunt for himself. His curse was revealed in the most embarrassing way as of yet and now, when his self-proclaimed hero had forced him to agree to be saved and they finally reached their destination, he was chickening out.
“He didn't mention the saddle.” “Could you stop interrupting with a subject that gets explained in the next lines? Can't you ask about things that are only scarcely mentioned?” “Of course not, what would the fun in that be?” 'Right, fun.' sarcasm.
He did not tolerate a saddle for who knows how many nights, just so Alfred could decide not to go through with it.
“How do you know? How do I know I can actually trust you? Who says you're not a part of the conspiracy?” Alfred shot back, still going back. 'Now he gets suspicious.' Arthur thought bitterly. “If they wanted to curse you, they would have done so already. The target doesn't need to be present.” Arthur said through gritted teeth. “I'm already cursed!” Alfred yelled, starting to run towards the door, but he was caught by Gilbert before he made it out.
Arthur could feel a headache coming up. He did not get enough sleep to deal with this now.
“You aren't cursed, you aren't going to be cursed, you don't need to worry. Can't we just go on?” Arthur asked, anger making place for despair. “Don't worry, the awesome me shall protect you!” Gilbert yelled, finally finding an opportunity to make his awesomeness known. “I'm a hero, I don't need protection.” Alfred retorted, turning back around and walking towards Arthur, bright smile on his face, as if the fight didn't happen.
Arthur could only laugh ruefully, before leading the way again.
The first thing Alfred saw when entering the room was not the smoldering fire in the middle of it, not the woman standing next to the man, not even the racks filled with pots and cans, but the view from the window.
All suspicion disappeared when he saw the lush green fields, stretching unimaginably wide.
“Alfred?” Arthur tried to get his attention, already succeeding on his second try. “Yes?”Alfred said, slowly getting out of his view-induced daze. “Let me introduce you. This is Roderich, the witch whose wife Francis hit on.” Arthur began, gesturing to the tall brown haired man, wearing an impeccable blue suit. “He's a witch?” Alfred half asked, half yelled, “Aren't they supposed to wear long black robed and pointy hats?”
Roderich's eye twitched. Now he understood what Arthur had meant when he called Alfred an idiot. “No, we are not.” He answered, trying to keep his composure.
Arthur ignored him in favor of introducing Elizaveta.
“This is Elizaveta,” He said, gesturing to the woman, “She's married to Roderich and thus the reason for Francis' curse.” “Is she a witch too?” Alfred couldn't contain his curiousity. “I'm a different kind of witch. I know how, more specifically, what to do, to break a curse.” she said, smiling slightly, before she couldn't stop herself anymore.
“You look so cute together. How long have you been boyfriends? Who's the woman of the relationship? Have you done 'it' yet?”
Arthur took Alfred out of the danger zone. “Don't pay too much attention, she's a huge fan of same sex relationships. Even though she is married to Roderich, she still tries to hook him up with Gilbert, much to the annoyance of both.”
Once upon a dragonslaying Unicorn [6e/?]
anonymous
March 16 2010, 02:03:11 UTC
“Elizaveta, we're not together, we're here to gather information about my curse.” Arthur interrupted her waterfall of questions. “Why didn't you say so, England, I saved all information ever since you left with France.” She answered. “Stop calling me that, it doesn't exist, and don't make it sound as if I left you behind, we just ended our visit.”
“Why does she call you that? And who's France?” Alfred asked. “France is Francis and she calls us that because she read a myth once about countries having a personification and the pictures of those personifications look a lot like us. She calls herself 'Hungary', Roderich is 'Austria' and Gilbert is 'Prussia'.” Arthur explained. “Cool, who would I be?” Alfred asked excited. “No one, because they aren't real, have never been real and never will be real.” “Wrong, England, he would be America.” Elizaveta cut in.
Roderich had wisely left the room, playing some music a few rooms down, while Gilbert stayed, watching the emotions on Arthur's face go from one extreme to the other.
'This is bad, I don't want him to figure it out. Not yet anyway.' “Why does she call everyone a nation?” “It must be coincidence.” obviously fake laughter. “I think there is more behind it.” suspicious look. 'No, no, no, think America, think.' “What's that?” pointing towards window. “As if I'll fall for that” raised eyebrow. “I think I saw a unicorn!” Quickly turning head. “Where?” “Gotcha, unicorns aren't real.” too loud laughter. Scowl “Let me continue reading.” 'Danger evaded.'
“Can we please focus on the curse?” Arthur asked, almost ready to give up. “Of course, this way.” Elizaveta answered, beckoning them towards a different door.
Gilbert had decided it wasn't as fun anymore and went searching for Gilbird.
The room was dark, but not depressing, relaxing music filling the air.
When all three were seated, Elizaveta began her tale:
“You will have to travel across the world, conquer the highest mountains, the deepest seas, withstand the coldest and hottest temperatures, appease any and all personifications you encounter. You must actively search for them, for they will give you your first trials.” She fell silent.
“And then? What happens then?” Alfred couldn't contain his excitement, traveling across the world, it's like his dream come true.
“Then you come back here for the rest of the instructions.” She said, smiling. “These people don't exist.” Arthur said, though the fire behind his words had died down. “Wait, I just realized of something. Aren't you one of the people who needs to give us a trial?” Alfred asked, confused.
The smile she gave could only be called pure evil.
Another chapter finished. And here I thought I managed to write shorter chapters
I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!!!
Yes, Hetalia is a myth in the bed time story, I hope you don't mind!!
There will be no in depth relationships in the story, besides USUK of course, though there will be hints of other pairings (probably unintentional). If you spot a hint of a relationship that you would like to see grown into a obvious relationship, tell me and I'll see what I can do (if OP doesn't mind).
I have a lot of trials planned around 37, though some of those are for amusement purposes only and serve no real need for the plot. I'm willing to cut out the not really important ones and only post the 21 (I think) that are a part of the plot, but what do you prefer? All trials or only important trials? Though I can't promise there won't be weird time skips if I leave out the filler trials.
The relationship between Arthur and Alfred will start growing during the trials.
Anon is sorry for bothering you about it like that.
Re: Once upon a dragonslaying Unicorn [6e/?]
anonymous
March 16 2010, 02:46:41 UTC
Whoo, nice long update! That's quite a lot of trials you have planned. Either this is going to be super epically long, or the trials are smaller/shorer then than what I'm thinking of.
Not OP, but I'd love to see all the trials, especially the small amusing ones. And lol, America's "distraction."
“Maybe the curse works in another way on the author.”
“I thought you dropped that subject when you knew Arthur’s real cursed form. You proved yourself wrong.”
“I know, but don’t you find it strange she is describing him more, instead of just writing down ‘unicorn’?”
“Honestly, I don’t care why she does one thing and not another. Maybe it’s to suit the air of mystery around his real form in the story itself.”
“I don’t think so… I think the curse only lets her write down the word if there is no other alternative.”
“I still can’t believe you think that, without actually believing in magic in real life.”
“Why?”
“Where do you think this story is written?”
“The internet?” confusion
“How did it get there?”
“The author put it there. Really Iggy, couldn’t you have figured that out by yourself?”
Sigh “That’s not the point. The point is, the author is a human who lives here, on earth, where, according to you, magic doesn’t work.”
Silence
“Maybe she’s an alien.”
‘Why do I keep trying’
Days and nights kept passing by, until one day, Alfred saw smoke in the distance, changing colors for no apparent reason. He woke up Arthur, and, after some loud curses, was told, not too politely to “Move, you bloody twat, it’s obviously the work of witches.”
They got closer, Arthur walking himself, calculating they would reach it before the night fell. The smoke kept changing colors, each individual color forming a letter, until a word adorned the sky.
AWESOME
Seeing the letters in the sky, Arthur couldn’t suppress the groan.
“Gilbert.”
“You know the wizard living there?” Alfred asked, surprised.
“Gilbert isn’t a wizard. He lives with the witches duo, much to Roderich’s annoyance and Elizaveta’s delight.” Arthur answered, scowl tugging at his lips.
Alfred couldn’t believe his ears “You know the witches duo? How?”
“Francis forced me along when he wanted to get rid of his curse. It obviously didn’t work.” Arthur replied, frowning when another word joined the previous one.
GILBIRD
“Who’s Gilbird?” Alfred couldn’t help but ask, “Are they twins?”
“Luckily, no, one Gilbert is more than enough. Gilbird is his bird named, and I quote, 'After my awesome self.' End quote.”
“He sounds…” Alfred began
“Don’t you dare say it.” Arthur forced passed his gritted teeth.
“Awesome, though, not as awesome as me, of course.”
The smoke words had disappeared, swallowed by the purple smoke that started coming out of the chimney.
“It looks like Gilbert was caught. Purple is Roderich’s brewing color.” Arthur explained, seeing Alfred’s dejected expression when the last letter disappeared.
“Brewing color?” Alfred asked, “Doesn’t the color depend on the ingredients used in the potion?”
“When the person brewing it isn’t a witch or wizard, yes, but when the person brewing it possesses some magic, the fumes will always be the same color. That’s how you can tell Gilbert isn’t one. His smoke jumps from one color to the other.”
“But he wrote in the sky. How can you write in the sky without possessing magic?” Alfred shot back, not believing Arthur’s explanation.
“He used his bird for that. Gilbird is trained to flap his wings in such a way it causes the smoke to form letters. All Gilbert is good at is picking the right bottles, so the smoke doesn’t change to black.”Arthur explained, ignoring the disbelieving stare Alfred sent his way.
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“What's wrong with her idea? It's not as if she's dooming the world.”
“You don't know that. You never know what aliens have planned.”
“She's not an alien.” deadpan
“You never know.” shifty eyes
“Why don't you ask Tony?” sarcasm.
“I will”
creaking of bed, opening of door, fading footsteps down the hall.
'This is ridiculous.'
5 minutes later
“I'm out of here.”
scraping of a chair, opening of door.
Heavy footsteps, dejected look.
“America, what is it?”
forced back inside, forced back in the chair.
“You were right.”
They reached the door and after they knocked, it was flung open, showing Gilbert in all his clothed glory.
“Who has the fortune of standing in my awesome shadow?”He said, red eyes roaming over Alfred.
“I'm Alfred, the hero. I'm gonna help Artie break his curse.” Alfred answered, grinning widely.
“I'm Gilbert, the awesome. I'm invading the vital regions of anyone I meet.” Gilbert replied, grinning wildly back.
'The idiots meet, why me?' Arthur thought, shaking his head, before pushing past Gilbert, earning himself an undignified “Hey!”
“Roderich, where are you?” Arthur yelled, ignoring Gilbert still standing by the door.
“In the cauldron room.” was the reply, though Roderich didn't show himself, having recognized the voice.
“Is Elizaveta with you?”Arthur asked, making his way deeper into the house, leaving Alfred with Gilbert.
“Yes, why do you ask?” Roderich answered, eyebrow raised, when Arthur entered the room.
Arthur sighed, before answering: “There is this idiot hell bent on saving me from the curse, so we need her kind of witching powers.”
“Where is he now?” Roderich asked, putting out the fire that kept his concoction working.
“Outside with Gilbert.” Arthur replied, distracted by the potions and ingredients lining up the walls of the room.
Arthur had always had a fascination for magical potions, going to the witch near the castle whenever his parents weren't paying attention to him, which wasn't as often as he liked. Even though, after his 13th birthday, more people were allowed in, he still wasn't allowed out.
“What are they doing?” was asked, even though Roderich's voice was lacking any genuine interest.
“Talking about 'the awesomeness' that were the words in the sky.” Arthur replied.
Cue twin sighs.
“I'll go get him so I can introduce you to each other.” Arthur added, getting his eyes away from the bottles and cans, and making his way back to the front door, where Gilbert and Alfred were still talking, but about a slightly different subject.
“Suddenly, I was hit by a rabbit, and before I knew it, the sun had risen and instead of a rabbit, there was Arthur, all teary-eyed and grateful I saved him from the wolves.” Alfred proclaimed loudly, trying to impress Gilbert.
“That's nothing.” Gilbert scoffed, “One night, I was walking around, searching for Gilbird, when something zipped passed me, followed by this strange rabbit. I, being awesome, decided to see what was wrong and followed it, where I saw it was chasing this strange frog. I was intrigued by the animosity of the white fluffy thing, so I tried to catch it, deciding to train it so Gilbird would have a playmate. It was a long night, the rabbit faster than expected, but still, I caught it, though when I did, the frog wouldn't leave me alone. It jumped into the cage of the rabbit before I had the chance to close it and refused to get out.”
He was just about to tell how, when the sun had risen, the cage burst open, showing two blond guys, one with a scowl and bushy eyebrows, the other with a charming smile and long hair when a loud clearing of the throat stopped their story telling time and both turned, seeing a not bemused Arthur standing in the door opening.
“I did not thank you for rescuing me from the wolves and I'm not planning on it.” directed at Alfred, “And you didn't catch me, you were told everything by Francis.” directed at Gilbert. “Now get inside, so they can meet you.” Arthur said to Alfred, turning around, silently counting to ten.
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“The cauldron room.” Arthur answered, not turning around or slowing down.
“Why are we going there?” Alfred asked, getting suspicious.
“That's where the magic happens.” Arthur replied with a sigh.
Alfred stopped, not trusting these strangers waiting for him.
“What is it now, twat?” Arthur asked annoyed, noticing Alfred wasn't following anymore.
“I don't want to get cursed.” Alfred replied, already making his way back.
“You're not going to get cursed.” Arthur said, menacingly making his way over to Alfred, “You're going to hear how to play the hero and save me.” he continued, malice dripping of every word.
It was getting too much for Arthur. First he was forced to become a friend, then, he was forced to join the hunt for himself. His curse was revealed in the most embarrassing way as of yet and now, when his self-proclaimed hero had forced him to agree to be saved and they finally reached their destination, he was chickening out.
“He didn't mention the saddle.”
“Could you stop interrupting with a subject that gets explained in the next lines? Can't you ask about things that are only scarcely mentioned?”
“Of course not, what would the fun in that be?”
'Right, fun.' sarcasm.
He did not tolerate a saddle for who knows how many nights, just so Alfred could decide not to go through with it.
“How do you know? How do I know I can actually trust you? Who says you're not a part of the conspiracy?” Alfred shot back, still going back.
'Now he gets suspicious.' Arthur thought bitterly. “If they wanted to curse you, they would have done so already. The target doesn't need to be present.” Arthur said through gritted teeth.
“I'm already cursed!” Alfred yelled, starting to run towards the door, but he was caught by Gilbert before he made it out.
Arthur could feel a headache coming up. He did not get enough sleep to deal with this now.
“You aren't cursed, you aren't going to be cursed, you don't need to worry. Can't we just go on?” Arthur asked, anger making place for despair.
“Don't worry, the awesome me shall protect you!” Gilbert yelled, finally finding an opportunity to make his awesomeness known.
“I'm a hero, I don't need protection.” Alfred retorted, turning back around and walking towards Arthur, bright smile on his face, as if the fight didn't happen.
Arthur could only laugh ruefully, before leading the way again.
The first thing Alfred saw when entering the room was not the smoldering fire in the middle of it, not the woman standing next to the man, not even the racks filled with pots and cans, but the view from the window.
All suspicion disappeared when he saw the lush green fields, stretching unimaginably wide.
“Alfred?” Arthur tried to get his attention, already succeeding on his second try.
“Yes?”Alfred said, slowly getting out of his view-induced daze.
“Let me introduce you. This is Roderich, the witch whose wife Francis hit on.” Arthur began, gesturing to the tall brown haired man, wearing an impeccable blue suit.
“He's a witch?” Alfred half asked, half yelled, “Aren't they supposed to wear long black robed and pointy hats?”
Roderich's eye twitched. Now he understood what Arthur had meant when he called Alfred an idiot. “No, we are not.” He answered, trying to keep his composure.
Arthur ignored him in favor of introducing Elizaveta.
“This is Elizaveta,” He said, gesturing to the woman, “She's married to Roderich and thus the reason for Francis' curse.”
“Is she a witch too?” Alfred couldn't contain his curiousity.
“I'm a different kind of witch. I know how, more specifically, what to do, to break a curse.” she said, smiling slightly, before she couldn't stop herself anymore.
“You look so cute together. How long have you been boyfriends? Who's the woman of the relationship? Have you done 'it' yet?”
Arthur took Alfred out of the danger zone. “Don't pay too much attention, she's a huge fan of same sex relationships. Even though she is married to Roderich, she still tries to hook him up with Gilbert, much to the annoyance of both.”
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“Why didn't you say so, England, I saved all information ever since you left with France.” She answered.
“Stop calling me that, it doesn't exist, and don't make it sound as if I left you behind, we just ended our visit.”
“Why does she call you that? And who's France?” Alfred asked.
“France is Francis and she calls us that because she read a myth once about countries having a personification and the pictures of those personifications look a lot like us. She calls herself 'Hungary', Roderich is 'Austria' and Gilbert is 'Prussia'.” Arthur explained.
“Cool, who would I be?” Alfred asked excited.
“No one, because they aren't real, have never been real and never will be real.”
“Wrong, England, he would be America.” Elizaveta cut in.
Roderich had wisely left the room, playing some music a few rooms down, while Gilbert stayed, watching the emotions on Arthur's face go from one extreme to the other.
'This is bad, I don't want him to figure it out. Not yet anyway.'
“Why does she call everyone a nation?”
“It must be coincidence.” obviously fake laughter.
“I think there is more behind it.” suspicious look.
'No, no, no, think America, think.' “What's that?” pointing towards window.
“As if I'll fall for that” raised eyebrow.
“I think I saw a unicorn!”
Quickly turning head. “Where?”
“Gotcha, unicorns aren't real.” too loud laughter.
Scowl “Let me continue reading.”
'Danger evaded.'
“Can we please focus on the curse?” Arthur asked, almost ready to give up.
“Of course, this way.” Elizaveta answered, beckoning them towards a different door.
Gilbert had decided it wasn't as fun anymore and went searching for Gilbird.
The room was dark, but not depressing, relaxing music filling the air.
When all three were seated, Elizaveta began her tale:
“You will have to travel across the world, conquer the highest mountains, the deepest seas, withstand the coldest and hottest temperatures, appease any and all personifications you encounter. You must actively search for them, for they will give you your first trials.” She fell silent.
“And then? What happens then?” Alfred couldn't contain his excitement, traveling across the world, it's like his dream come true.
“Then you come back here for the rest of the instructions.” She said, smiling.
“These people don't exist.” Arthur said, though the fire behind his words had died down.
“Wait, I just realized of something. Aren't you one of the people who needs to give us a trial?” Alfred asked, confused.
The smile she gave could only be called pure evil.
Another chapter finished. And here I thought I managed to write shorter chapters
I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!!!
Yes, Hetalia is a myth in the bed time story, I hope you don't mind!!
There will be no in depth relationships in the story, besides USUK of course, though there will be hints of other pairings (probably unintentional). If you spot a hint of a relationship that you would like to see grown into a obvious relationship, tell me and I'll see what I can do (if OP doesn't mind).
I have a lot of trials planned around 37, though some of those are for amusement purposes only and serve no real need for the plot. I'm willing to cut out the not really important ones and only post the 21 (I think) that are a part of the plot, but what do you prefer? All trials or only important trials? Though I can't promise there won't be weird time skips if I leave out the filler trials.
The relationship between Arthur and Alfred will start growing during the trials.
Anon is sorry for bothering you about it like that.
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Not OP, but I'd love to see all the trials, especially the small amusing ones. And lol, America's "distraction."
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Seems like it's going to be a long quest ehh? Cracky trial that boosts the USUK would be awesome to read yea! OwO (So selfish)
OP has forgot everything she wanted to say for each chapter xD Anyway! Keep it up! This is really interesting!
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Hopefully you'll continue soon?
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