[Sweethearts week] Once Upon a Time
Title: Once Upon a Time
Genre: Romance/fantasy
Pairing(s): USUK
Word Count: 2039
Rating/Warnings: T
Summary: Arthur was only reading to the coma patient to help James get over his odd curse theory that's over the town. It doesn't help that he's told to read a story about a sleeping prince and his loyal servant and their classless love. Once Upon a Time!AU
AN: The idea of the curse comes from Once Upon a Time (a show I've fall in love with) so I put the hetalia characters in it.
“Reading to a bloody coma patient,” Arthur grumbled glancing down briefly at the large book under his arm. They had to make him read this coma patient fairytales, like he was some sort of child, but the man is clearly in his late twenties at the most. He grumbled more, everyone at the hospital seemed to be perfectly fine with the idea, and there was no harm in someone reading to the man for a few hours.
Arthur slid open the door and eased his way into the room, giving the man a brief look at sighing to himself. He still looked the same, same sunny colored hair and tannish skin with the most unappealing hospital clothes on. Tube and wires laid about his body, and there was the simple beeping of machines. This was for James, and Peter seemed to tell him if it didn’t work, it didn’t work, James would have to accept that. James was a sweet kid, the mayor’s kid, but a sweet kid. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous thought. Arthur’s seen the man plenty of times before, doing whatever he did as he volunteered.
“I’m doing this for James, not for you, git.” Arthur snapped as he pulled up a chair and opened up the book. “I’m here to read you a story and don’t ask why or interrupt.” Arthur hissed flipping through the pages till he found the right story. He glanced at the man one more time, before clearing his throat and starting.
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“You’ve gotten old,” the servant said with a sad grin as he opened the door to let the old king. “It’s hard to believe I’m five years older than you.” Sadly the man did not look his age at all, he still looked like he was in his early twenties. “Please come in, you know where he is, I’ll go make you some tea.”
The old king laughed quietly as he entered, leaning heavily on his cane. He turned to the servant and patted his shoulder lightly. He glanced at the stairs for a brief moment, then turned back to the servant and grinned. “Perhaps we will have the tea now; I am not as young as before.” The king said, and the servant smiled.
With a nod the servant lead the old king to a small sitting area by the grand kitchen. He helped ease the man into a comfortable chair, the one the man had always sat in. The old king watched the servant move about the kitchen with trained skill. He knew the man could not cook, but he could make beverages well, and tea was his specialty. He lit the stove and poured water into the kettle before letting it rest. Wiping his hands in waiting he pulled a fancy tray and tea set out form a cabinet, placing it all with great care.
The kettle whistled in no time and the servant removed it with ease, pouring it into the teapot and setting in some tea. He collected sugar and crème, before carrying the tray over and setting it down on a table by the king. He poured some and prepared the king’s tea from memory before he handed it over to the man. He was making some for his own then the king spoke up.
“The kingdom is well.” The king said and the servant looked at him. “You always ask.” The servant blushed and hid behind his tea cup. “No, I don’t mind. You locked up in here; I don’t blame you for wanting to know the current events. There’s a war looming however.”
“Amer will pull through…it always has.” The servant said slowly, but the both knew the time was horrible.
A silence sat on them, the servant had nothing more to say, and the king was not sure if anything was worth bring up. All his children were married and had children of their own, they were just waiting for him to pass away. They finished their tea and the servant set it aside by the sink.
“You most likely will not be taking the stares.” The servant said with a grin as he lead the old king out of the room and towards the stairs that curled around the tower.
The servant lead the king to a circle on the floor, and when they were completely in the center he used his magic to lift them. “You’re magic has improved,” the old King commented as the shot up the tower with speed. The servant made a sound, but said nothing.
They arrived at the top after a simple minute and the servant lead the king to the single doorway at the top. The man turned the knob and eased the lock away, before pushing into the room. He held it open for the king to enter, before closing it softly behind him. Some of the day light was climbing through the window were the curtain had been pushed aside. The tips of the right just reached the posts of a bed where simple curtains had been hung. The servant slid the curtains on the bed into some hooks and dusted off a chair.
The king sat in the seat and looked at his older brother ‘asleep’ on the bed. No one knew what had happened, the prince had been fine on the day of his nineteenth birthday, but he had collapsed and never woken up. The servant had said he was cursed, and he was, but by whom no one knows. Sadly the prince’s servant had been cursed as well, just a side effect for simply being there. Like any loyal servant the man had agreed to look himself away with the ‘sleeping’ prince and look after him.
The servant moved to the other side of the bed and eased away another curtain allowing more light to fall on the sleeping man. His hair lit up to its usual blonde and his skin as tannish and clean, looking like he did the day he collapsed. The prince’s royal clothes were outdated, but they were clean and pressed making him look all the more royal, even If the king knew his brother would rather be a knight than a king.
“Do people come and try to wake him?” The old king asked out of curiosity, which caught the servant by surprise.
“Rarely,” The servant said with a sigh as he moved to shove the other curtain away from the window. “Usually women are strong believes in the fact that they should be saved by men, not the other way around.” He sighed. “Some men come thinking it’s a princess, but they usually run when I tell them otherwise.”
“It’s a shame.” The old king said. “Have you tired?”
“Excuse me?!” The servant whipped around, there was no doubt he was flustered by the comment.
“Please, Arthur, I have seen the way you look at him when you put everything back in place.” The king said.
“He’s the only one here, and side from a few visitors and yourself there is no one to keep company.” The servant snapped. “Or course I look at him like his the most precious thing in the world. In my solitude, I have fallen form him, yes, but I am not the one to break this curse.”
“So you’ve tried.”
“No! This is something of a tale; it is not my place, Matthew.”
The old king gave a sigh and turned back to his brother for a brief second. “You’ve always looked at him the same way, Arthur.” The servant made a sound to object but the king held up his hand. “You always looked at him with such love I was jealous of him, yet you were so good at letting no one know. Arthur, I always noticed your heart break when he would fiddle around with a maid, but you kept loving him.”
“Are you going to lecture me or talk your politics with your brother?” Arthur snapped sharply, his feathers clearly ruffled. “I have better things to do than hear about this.” With that servant stormed out the room and hurried down the stairs.
“Wait!” The king called behind him, and the servant turned to look at the old man from his place on the curling stairs. The king motioned for him to come back up the stairs and the servant did. “I didn’t come to talk to my brother this time. Sometimes I don’t come for him, I come for you. I’ve always wondered if you’ve tried to wake him, and I’m an old dying man now Arthur, I figured now was the time to ask.” The king gave him a gentle smile. “I’m sorry for what if what I said back there bothered you.”
“Don’t apologize, it’s not your place.” Arthur said, cause the old king to sigh.
He smiled and stepped on the circle that took them up. “Arthur, stop worrying about politics in here, love doesn’t always care about them as I learned form a very drunk noble. I’ll be going now, and don’t worry I know where the door is. Just send me down, and tidy up.”
With a nod the servant sent the king down and opened the door to the prince’s room to place everything back. He closed started to close the bed curtains when the king’s words hit him again. He plopped on the bed next to the prince. He had laid with the man before, eased away the nightmares that plagued the prince, and just been there. He gave a sigh as he looked at the man. It was wrong on so many levels, but Arthur figured all those years of thinking about trying it was best to just try.
He leaned down and placed a kiss on the man’s forehead, then hovered over his lips. He touched him softly with his own, before pulling away with a sigh. The prince didn’t move, his love was clearly going to be one sided. “Not my place,” Arthur said slowly. He went to get up from the bed and close the curtain when someone grabbed his wrist. He was pulled back on the bed and happily greet with the deepest kiss in the world.
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Arthur finished the story and looked at the man. He hadn’t moved throughout his story telling. Arthur smiled briefly; for once someone hadn’t interrupted him when he was speaking, though Arthur wasn’t sure if he was exactly heard by the man. He found it rather sad that the one person who would be quiet the whole time he was talking was in a coma.
He closed the book slowly, James’ theories would hopefully die down now seeing as how reading did nothing for the man. His crazy curse ideas would come to a stop and maybe Peter would be able to return back to New York to do his job. Still Arthur felt like he was letting James down, but he tired. Arthur collected his things and glanced at his watch, cringing slightly at the time, he had work tomorrow, and a lesson plan to look over.
With a sigh he got up from the chair and turned towards the door. “You’re not even going to try and kiss me?” A voice questioned and Arthur dropped the book in shock, before whipping around to see the man looking at him.
“Uh…um…wha-” Arthur scrambled about with words.
“Honestly, you read that story, and you not going to try anything.” The man was sitting up looking at him with the bluest eyes Arthur had ever seen. He was grinning with a look that just made him look cocky.
“Why the bloody hell are you so cocky!” Arthur snapped, turning around and picking up the book. The man was shrugging when he turned around. “Git, I’m going to get doctor then go home.” Arthur snapped before racing out the door. He braced himself on the wall for a second, his heart was racing for some reason. He shook it off and headed to get a doctor.
Maybe James’ theory was not so far off. It was sure as hell going to be one interesting morning.
AN: So Once Upon a Time is about a small town in Maine that is cursed and all the fairytale characters are forced to live there, but they don't have a clue who they are and there are no happy endings for them. However there is a lost princess who comes along to break it because her son was adopted by the evil mayor and her kid went looking for her. So I put Hetalia characters in it because this was the first thing I thought when I saw the theme.
Character wise, Arthur is kind of Snow White, Alfred is Prince Charming, Peter is Emma, and James (OC) is Henry. This is based off the episode where Henry makes Snow read to Charming to wake him up from a coma. However he didn't wake up and he wasn't as cocky as Alfred, and he interrupted Snow by grabbing her hand. I think Alfred would up and laid there because he liked Arthur's voice and he wanted to see if Arthur would try and kiss him.
Hope you enjoyed it.
Genre: Romance/fantasy
Pairing(s): USUK
Word Count: 2039
Rating/Warnings: T
Summary: Arthur was only reading to the coma patient to help James get over his odd curse theory that's over the town. It doesn't help that he's told to read a story about a sleeping prince and his loyal servant and their classless love. Once Upon a Time!AU
AN: The idea of the curse comes from Once Upon a Time (a show I've fall in love with) so I put the hetalia characters in it.
“Reading to a bloody coma patient,” Arthur grumbled glancing down briefly at the large book under his arm. They had to make him read this coma patient fairytales, like he was some sort of child, but the man is clearly in his late twenties at the most. He grumbled more, everyone at the hospital seemed to be perfectly fine with the idea, and there was no harm in someone reading to the man for a few hours.
Arthur slid open the door and eased his way into the room, giving the man a brief look at sighing to himself. He still looked the same, same sunny colored hair and tannish skin with the most unappealing hospital clothes on. Tube and wires laid about his body, and there was the simple beeping of machines. This was for James, and Peter seemed to tell him if it didn’t work, it didn’t work, James would have to accept that. James was a sweet kid, the mayor’s kid, but a sweet kid. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous thought. Arthur’s seen the man plenty of times before, doing whatever he did as he volunteered.
“I’m doing this for James, not for you, git.” Arthur snapped as he pulled up a chair and opened up the book. “I’m here to read you a story and don’t ask why or interrupt.” Arthur hissed flipping through the pages till he found the right story. He glanced at the man one more time, before clearing his throat and starting.
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“You’ve gotten old,” the servant said with a sad grin as he opened the door to let the old king. “It’s hard to believe I’m five years older than you.” Sadly the man did not look his age at all, he still looked like he was in his early twenties. “Please come in, you know where he is, I’ll go make you some tea.”
The old king laughed quietly as he entered, leaning heavily on his cane. He turned to the servant and patted his shoulder lightly. He glanced at the stairs for a brief moment, then turned back to the servant and grinned. “Perhaps we will have the tea now; I am not as young as before.” The king said, and the servant smiled.
With a nod the servant lead the old king to a small sitting area by the grand kitchen. He helped ease the man into a comfortable chair, the one the man had always sat in. The old king watched the servant move about the kitchen with trained skill. He knew the man could not cook, but he could make beverages well, and tea was his specialty. He lit the stove and poured water into the kettle before letting it rest. Wiping his hands in waiting he pulled a fancy tray and tea set out form a cabinet, placing it all with great care.
The kettle whistled in no time and the servant removed it with ease, pouring it into the teapot and setting in some tea. He collected sugar and crème, before carrying the tray over and setting it down on a table by the king. He poured some and prepared the king’s tea from memory before he handed it over to the man. He was making some for his own then the king spoke up.
“The kingdom is well.” The king said and the servant looked at him. “You always ask.” The servant blushed and hid behind his tea cup. “No, I don’t mind. You locked up in here; I don’t blame you for wanting to know the current events. There’s a war looming however.”
“Amer will pull through…it always has.” The servant said slowly, but the both knew the time was horrible.
A silence sat on them, the servant had nothing more to say, and the king was not sure if anything was worth bring up. All his children were married and had children of their own, they were just waiting for him to pass away. They finished their tea and the servant set it aside by the sink.
“You most likely will not be taking the stares.” The servant said with a grin as he lead the old king out of the room and towards the stairs that curled around the tower.
The servant lead the king to a circle on the floor, and when they were completely in the center he used his magic to lift them. “You’re magic has improved,” the old King commented as the shot up the tower with speed. The servant made a sound, but said nothing.
They arrived at the top after a simple minute and the servant lead the king to the single doorway at the top. The man turned the knob and eased the lock away, before pushing into the room. He held it open for the king to enter, before closing it softly behind him. Some of the day light was climbing through the window were the curtain had been pushed aside. The tips of the right just reached the posts of a bed where simple curtains had been hung. The servant slid the curtains on the bed into some hooks and dusted off a chair.
The king sat in the seat and looked at his older brother ‘asleep’ on the bed. No one knew what had happened, the prince had been fine on the day of his nineteenth birthday, but he had collapsed and never woken up. The servant had said he was cursed, and he was, but by whom no one knows. Sadly the prince’s servant had been cursed as well, just a side effect for simply being there. Like any loyal servant the man had agreed to look himself away with the ‘sleeping’ prince and look after him.
The servant moved to the other side of the bed and eased away another curtain allowing more light to fall on the sleeping man. His hair lit up to its usual blonde and his skin as tannish and clean, looking like he did the day he collapsed. The prince’s royal clothes were outdated, but they were clean and pressed making him look all the more royal, even If the king knew his brother would rather be a knight than a king.
“Do people come and try to wake him?” The old king asked out of curiosity, which caught the servant by surprise.
“Rarely,” The servant said with a sigh as he moved to shove the other curtain away from the window. “Usually women are strong believes in the fact that they should be saved by men, not the other way around.” He sighed. “Some men come thinking it’s a princess, but they usually run when I tell them otherwise.”
“It’s a shame.” The old king said. “Have you tired?”
“Excuse me?!” The servant whipped around, there was no doubt he was flustered by the comment.
“Please, Arthur, I have seen the way you look at him when you put everything back in place.” The king said.
“He’s the only one here, and side from a few visitors and yourself there is no one to keep company.” The servant snapped. “Or course I look at him like his the most precious thing in the world. In my solitude, I have fallen form him, yes, but I am not the one to break this curse.”
“So you’ve tried.”
“No! This is something of a tale; it is not my place, Matthew.”
The old king gave a sigh and turned back to his brother for a brief second. “You’ve always looked at him the same way, Arthur.” The servant made a sound to object but the king held up his hand. “You always looked at him with such love I was jealous of him, yet you were so good at letting no one know. Arthur, I always noticed your heart break when he would fiddle around with a maid, but you kept loving him.”
“Are you going to lecture me or talk your politics with your brother?” Arthur snapped sharply, his feathers clearly ruffled. “I have better things to do than hear about this.” With that servant stormed out the room and hurried down the stairs.
“Wait!” The king called behind him, and the servant turned to look at the old man from his place on the curling stairs. The king motioned for him to come back up the stairs and the servant did. “I didn’t come to talk to my brother this time. Sometimes I don’t come for him, I come for you. I’ve always wondered if you’ve tried to wake him, and I’m an old dying man now Arthur, I figured now was the time to ask.” The king gave him a gentle smile. “I’m sorry for what if what I said back there bothered you.”
“Don’t apologize, it’s not your place.” Arthur said, cause the old king to sigh.
He smiled and stepped on the circle that took them up. “Arthur, stop worrying about politics in here, love doesn’t always care about them as I learned form a very drunk noble. I’ll be going now, and don’t worry I know where the door is. Just send me down, and tidy up.”
With a nod the servant sent the king down and opened the door to the prince’s room to place everything back. He closed started to close the bed curtains when the king’s words hit him again. He plopped on the bed next to the prince. He had laid with the man before, eased away the nightmares that plagued the prince, and just been there. He gave a sigh as he looked at the man. It was wrong on so many levels, but Arthur figured all those years of thinking about trying it was best to just try.
He leaned down and placed a kiss on the man’s forehead, then hovered over his lips. He touched him softly with his own, before pulling away with a sigh. The prince didn’t move, his love was clearly going to be one sided. “Not my place,” Arthur said slowly. He went to get up from the bed and close the curtain when someone grabbed his wrist. He was pulled back on the bed and happily greet with the deepest kiss in the world.
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Arthur finished the story and looked at the man. He hadn’t moved throughout his story telling. Arthur smiled briefly; for once someone hadn’t interrupted him when he was speaking, though Arthur wasn’t sure if he was exactly heard by the man. He found it rather sad that the one person who would be quiet the whole time he was talking was in a coma.
He closed the book slowly, James’ theories would hopefully die down now seeing as how reading did nothing for the man. His crazy curse ideas would come to a stop and maybe Peter would be able to return back to New York to do his job. Still Arthur felt like he was letting James down, but he tired. Arthur collected his things and glanced at his watch, cringing slightly at the time, he had work tomorrow, and a lesson plan to look over.
With a sigh he got up from the chair and turned towards the door. “You’re not even going to try and kiss me?” A voice questioned and Arthur dropped the book in shock, before whipping around to see the man looking at him.
“Uh…um…wha-” Arthur scrambled about with words.
“Honestly, you read that story, and you not going to try anything.” The man was sitting up looking at him with the bluest eyes Arthur had ever seen. He was grinning with a look that just made him look cocky.
“Why the bloody hell are you so cocky!” Arthur snapped, turning around and picking up the book. The man was shrugging when he turned around. “Git, I’m going to get doctor then go home.” Arthur snapped before racing out the door. He braced himself on the wall for a second, his heart was racing for some reason. He shook it off and headed to get a doctor.
Maybe James’ theory was not so far off. It was sure as hell going to be one interesting morning.
AN: So Once Upon a Time is about a small town in Maine that is cursed and all the fairytale characters are forced to live there, but they don't have a clue who they are and there are no happy endings for them. However there is a lost princess who comes along to break it because her son was adopted by the evil mayor and her kid went looking for her. So I put Hetalia characters in it because this was the first thing I thought when I saw the theme.
Character wise, Arthur is kind of Snow White, Alfred is Prince Charming, Peter is Emma, and James (OC) is Henry. This is based off the episode where Henry makes Snow read to Charming to wake him up from a coma. However he didn't wake up and he wasn't as cocky as Alfred, and he interrupted Snow by grabbing her hand. I think Alfred would up and laid there because he liked Arthur's voice and he wanted to see if Arthur would try and kiss him.
Hope you enjoyed it.