A Dream is a Wish that Your Heart Taunts You With Part 3
anonymous
May 20 2010, 21:33:06 UTC
“Yes! Food! There’s still some left!” the person shouted, before grabbing everything within his reach and shoveling it into his mouth. England was about to reprimand him for his lack of proper dining etiquette when he realized that he had gotten past the first mouthful and was still eating.
“You like it?” He found himself asking the strange dress-wearing man, “You really like it?”
“Well, not really. It kinda tastes like crap,” he said as he continued to down just about everything.
“But…you’re still eating.”
“It’s free! I can’t really complain about the food when I’m getting it for free.” He turned away from England and continued noming.
That was close enough for Prince England. “What’s your name?”
His new fiancé gulped noticeably and froze on the spot. “Uh…why do you need that?”
“Because I need to know, git. What’s your name?”
His love’s eyes looked everywhere except his face, “Uh, well…I uh…”
Suddenly the clock chimed. They both looked at it and discovered it was midnight, “Crap! I gotta go!” The man bolted from the ballroom before England realized what had happened. Nevertheless, he had found his bride, and he would have no other.
Sconerella raced back to the house in the tomato carriage, only to find that it was 12:30 and everything was still exactly as the Fairy Motherland had made it. He confronted said magical being, who was playing poker with some of the mice.
“Hey what gives? You said everything would go back to normal at midnight!”
“Yes, and it will. But you forgot to consider the time difference; it is not midnight in Russia yet.”
This time America actually did punch him in the face. So worth it.
The next day, Prince England started a nation-wide search for the mysterious man who could eat his scones. He decided that the best course of action to find him would be to force everyone in his kingdom to eat his scones, and whoever didn’t get sick afterward would be his wife. Prince Japan thought that this was a crazy idea that would never work, but went along anyway. If nothing else, it would be amusing to watch.
France and Canada, who were upset by the fact that the Prince didn’t seem to even notice Canada was there, were thrilled by this second chance. France was troubled though, as he knew that Sconemerica could eat anything, and had a sneaky suspicion that he was the one the Prince was looking for. She took the only logically course of action, namely locking Sconerella in the attack.
“Hey what gives?! What did I do now!?”
“Don’t fret Amerella. I will let you out as soon as Canada eats those nasty scones and steals your love right out from under you.”
“What?! There’s going to be food and you locked me in the attic!? This is low, even for you.”
“That’s the way it is. So long Sconerella! Mwahahaha!” France laughed as he descended the stairs.
While this was going on, Prince England had taken over the kitchen to mix up a fresh batch of scones for Canada to try. Canada gulped and told himself that they couldn’t possibly be as bad as everyone said and that it was worth it and…did he just put a sock in there?
Japan eyed France as she sat down. “That’s everyone in the house, right?” he asked in an accusing but polite manner.
“Of course! It’s not like I have the main character locked in the attic or anything. That’s just ridiculous. Do you need any help with those?” she asked England.
“Sod off, I know what I’m doing!” he snapped, grabbing the baking soda and dumping it into the mixture.
Japan, being suspicious, excused himself and went to search the house. Sconerella, meanwhile, was banging on the attic door with everything he had.
“Damnit! Wait, I’ve got a Fairy Motherland! Certainly he, who cared enough about my happiness to get me to the ball last night, will open the door for me!”
Suddenly a bright light engulfed the area, forcing America to close his eyes. When he opened them, he found a note in his hand.
Busy trying to wake up some sleeping girl. Your own your own today. Best of luck, tell me what happens! -The Fairy Motherland
That bastard. Well it’s fine; Sconemerica was used to being on his own. He would just break down the door and…
A Dream is a Wish that Your Heart Taunts You With Part 4
anonymous
May 20 2010, 21:40:38 UTC
“Ah, I thought I heard shouting from in here,” Sconerella turned to see that Prince Japan had already unlocked the door. “Prince England is waiting downstairs, would you care to join me?”
Amerella beamed at him. “I’d be delighted.”
In the meantime, Canada had taken a bit out of one of the scones. He was currently lying unconscious on the ground. France sighed.
“It is a shame your food is too disgusting for my poor boy,” England’s rather large eyebrow started twitching, “but would you reconsider? He would make a fine wife.”
“No, I’ve already decided. I will only wed whoever can eat my food.”
The blonde picked up a scone and sniffed it, disgust crowding her face. “Then you will be alone for a very long time, non?”
“Sh-shut up! I’m telling you, last night someone ate my food, and I will find him,” he stood up and smoothed out his shirt, “Now, if there is no one else left to try my food, I will be heading on my way.”
“No,” France said, “there is no one else here.”
“Wait just a moment please!” Japan shouted as he dragged Sconerella into the kitchen. He and England locked eyes and smiled, recognizing one another from the night before. “I found someone else upstairs.”
“Good work Japan,” England grabbed the tray of scones and walked across the room to Ameriscone. France, being the villain, decided that if his precious Canada couldn’t have his happy ending, then no one could, and tripped the Prince, scattering the disgusting scones across the floor, sending them to a new level of inedible.
“You stupid frog!” England barked, “Why did you go and do that?”
“It was an accident, I swear,” she smirked, “Now not even Sconerella will touch them, and like hell am I letting you destroy my kitchen again to make more.”
“You…” the Prince stood to face France, but stopped when he noticed Amerella on the floor, eating his scones.
“You’re…you’re still eating them?!” Everyone in the room shouted.
“That’s impossible!” France sneered.
“He’s not human,” Japan gasped, “There’s just no way…”
“You…you don’t have to go that far,” England muttered, blushing.
“But you went through the effort to make them for me,” America stated between bites, “the least I could do is eat them. They still taste like crap though.”
“No one asked you!”
France and Canada refused to live with the shame of having lost to Sconeica and moved to a different land that was far, far away. On the way, Canada found a frog and kissed it, turning it into an awesome Prince named Prussia who whisked him away to his happily ever after. France was thrilled and moved in with them the next day.
Prince England and Sconerella were wed shortly after that, and England insisted on cooking all of the time. America didn’t mind, but he did make it a habit of ordering burgers to be delivered right after dinner, just in case. And they lived happily ever after. For now.
If you've made it this far, I'd like to apologize again for whatever this is.
Re: A Dream is a Wish that Your Heart Taunts You With Part 4
anonymous
May 21 2010, 01:19:19 UTC
Okay, I'll get straight to the point here. I pretty much love you.
This was awesome and it had me laughing the whole time. I loved how you switched the nickname around all the time and Russia being the Fairy Motherland. This is going into my favorites for sure.
“You like it?” He found himself asking the strange dress-wearing man, “You really like it?”
“Well, not really. It kinda tastes like crap,” he said as he continued to down just about everything.
“But…you’re still eating.”
“It’s free! I can’t really complain about the food when I’m getting it for free.” He turned away from England and continued noming.
That was close enough for Prince England. “What’s your name?”
His new fiancé gulped noticeably and froze on the spot. “Uh…why do you need that?”
“Because I need to know, git. What’s your name?”
His love’s eyes looked everywhere except his face, “Uh, well…I uh…”
Suddenly the clock chimed. They both looked at it and discovered it was midnight, “Crap! I gotta go!” The man bolted from the ballroom before England realized what had happened. Nevertheless, he had found his bride, and he would have no other.
Sconerella raced back to the house in the tomato carriage, only to find that it was 12:30 and everything was still exactly as the Fairy Motherland had made it. He confronted said magical being, who was playing poker with some of the mice.
“Hey what gives? You said everything would go back to normal at midnight!”
“Yes, and it will. But you forgot to consider the time difference; it is not midnight in Russia yet.”
This time America actually did punch him in the face. So worth it.
The next day, Prince England started a nation-wide search for the mysterious man who could eat his scones. He decided that the best course of action to find him would be to force everyone in his kingdom to eat his scones, and whoever didn’t get sick afterward would be his wife. Prince Japan thought that this was a crazy idea that would never work, but went along anyway. If nothing else, it would be amusing to watch.
France and Canada, who were upset by the fact that the Prince didn’t seem to even notice Canada was there, were thrilled by this second chance. France was troubled though, as he knew that Sconemerica could eat anything, and had a sneaky suspicion that he was the one the Prince was looking for. She took the only logically course of action, namely locking Sconerella in the attack.
“Hey what gives?! What did I do now!?”
“Don’t fret Amerella. I will let you out as soon as Canada eats those nasty scones and steals your love right out from under you.”
“What?! There’s going to be food and you locked me in the attic!? This is low, even for you.”
“That’s the way it is. So long Sconerella! Mwahahaha!” France laughed as he descended the stairs.
While this was going on, Prince England had taken over the kitchen to mix up a fresh batch of scones for Canada to try. Canada gulped and told himself that they couldn’t possibly be as bad as everyone said and that it was worth it and…did he just put a sock in there?
Japan eyed France as she sat down. “That’s everyone in the house, right?” he asked in an accusing but polite manner.
“Of course! It’s not like I have the main character locked in the attic or anything. That’s just ridiculous. Do you need any help with those?” she asked England.
“Sod off, I know what I’m doing!” he snapped, grabbing the baking soda and dumping it into the mixture.
Japan, being suspicious, excused himself and went to search the house.
Sconerella, meanwhile, was banging on the attic door with everything he had.
“Damnit! Wait, I’ve got a Fairy Motherland! Certainly he, who cared enough about my happiness to get me to the ball last night, will open the door for me!”
Suddenly a bright light engulfed the area, forcing America to close his eyes. When he opened them, he found a note in his hand.
Busy trying to wake up some sleeping girl. Your own your own today. Best of luck, tell me what happens!
-The Fairy Motherland
That bastard. Well it’s fine; Sconemerica was used to being on his own. He would just break down the door and…
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Amerella beamed at him. “I’d be delighted.”
In the meantime, Canada had taken a bit out of one of the scones. He was currently lying unconscious on the ground. France sighed.
“It is a shame your food is too disgusting for my poor boy,” England’s rather large eyebrow started twitching, “but would you reconsider? He would make a fine wife.”
“No, I’ve already decided. I will only wed whoever can eat my food.”
The blonde picked up a scone and sniffed it, disgust crowding her face. “Then you will be alone for a very long time, non?”
“Sh-shut up! I’m telling you, last night someone ate my food, and I will find him,” he stood up and smoothed out his shirt, “Now, if there is no one else left to try my food, I will be heading on my way.”
“No,” France said, “there is no one else here.”
“Wait just a moment please!” Japan shouted as he dragged Sconerella into the kitchen. He and England locked eyes and smiled, recognizing one another from the night before. “I found someone else upstairs.”
“Good work Japan,” England grabbed the tray of scones and walked across the room to Ameriscone. France, being the villain, decided that if his precious Canada couldn’t have his happy ending, then no one could, and tripped the Prince, scattering the disgusting scones across the floor, sending them to a new level of inedible.
“You stupid frog!” England barked, “Why did you go and do that?”
“It was an accident, I swear,” she smirked, “Now not even Sconerella will touch them, and like hell am I letting you destroy my kitchen again to make more.”
“You…” the Prince stood to face France, but stopped when he noticed Amerella on the floor, eating his scones.
“You’re…you’re still eating them?!” Everyone in the room shouted.
“That’s impossible!” France sneered.
“He’s not human,” Japan gasped, “There’s just no way…”
“You…you don’t have to go that far,” England muttered, blushing.
“But you went through the effort to make them for me,” America stated between bites, “the least I could do is eat them. They still taste like crap though.”
“No one asked you!”
France and Canada refused to live with the shame of having lost to Sconeica and moved to a different land that was far, far away. On the way, Canada found a frog and kissed it, turning it into an awesome Prince named Prussia who whisked him away to his happily ever after. France was thrilled and moved in with them the next day.
Prince England and Sconerella were wed shortly after that, and England insisted on cooking all of the time. America didn’t mind, but he did make it a habit of ordering burgers to be delivered right after dinner, just in case. And they lived happily ever after. For now.
If you've made it this far, I'd like to apologize again for whatever this is.
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“Fine, enough of this taunting. It’s bad for my hair."
Also, this line is totally canon, as France goesXD
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This was awesome and it had me laughing the whole time. I loved how you switched the nickname around all the time and Russia being the Fairy Motherland. This is going into my favorites for sure.
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<3
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Great great great work, writernon! If Cinderella was more like this I would have had an awesome childhood. Now, off to reread... "Mwahahaha!"
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Why do I keep de-anoning today?! Nobody saw that.
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I love this! Awesome spoof.
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ilu. liek srsly.
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I pretty much died laughing through the whole thing. Going back to reread~ XDDDD
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