[Fanfiction] The Golden Goose, Part One
Hello!
I've decided to continue my hetalia fairy tales set, this time with SpainxRomano. It's going to be longer because I actually feel a little more motivated and mroe awake right now (so it isn't that crackish as my last one was).. Its also probably going to have two parts.
Title: The Golden Goose (Part One)
Author/Artist: Theos99
Characters/Pairings: SpainxRomano, GermanyxItaly (hinted at), Rome, Prussia
Rating: PG for tomato violence?
Summary: A royal proclamation is released, Prussia pawns everyone, and Romano wears a pink dress.
Disclaimer: Hetalia characters are not owned by me.
Notes: This is based on the story of the golden goose. And all the genders of the characters are still the same.
Pairings: SpainxRomano, hints of GermanyxItaly
The Golden Goose (Part One)
“You did WHAT?”
His Majesty King Rome of Italy winced as the shout reverberated through the room. Holding his hands up in an attempt to calm the snarling brunette, he smiled weakly, “Now, Lovi - ”
A ball of parchment hit him in the forehead. “Don’t “Lovi” me, you old bastard! What the fuck were you thinking?”
Huffing, the prince(ss) - really, what was the old fart’s obsession with those poufy-pink things - crossed his arms and glared at his insane father.
“Well...” The king rubbed his head sheepishly, glancing nervously at his son’s twitching hands, “Your younger brother Feliciano already snapped up that hot German stud, Prince Ludwig, and I couldn’t bear to have you here all alone...”
“So you had to do this?!? Isn’t it enough that you made Feli go to all those stupid balls in dresses, let alone ones that vanished at midnight?” (1) Chest puffing in exertion, Romano groped behind him for his tomatoes.
“It worked?” Rome tried to smile, but it ended up looking like an extremely painful grimace.
“That doesn’t explain why you had to come up with this idiotic - ”
A tomato smashed into the wall behind Rome, missing him by bare millimeters.
“shitty - ”
Smack!
“half-assed- ”
The king brought his arms up in a futile attempt to ward off the red projectiles.
“plan, you asshole!” he finished, hurling the last of the tomatoes at his sorry excuse for a father. Princess Romano snatched up his beloved tomato basket and marched out of the room. Pausing in the doorway for one last parting shot, he yelled, “And don’t ever mention that potato bastard in front of me again!”
The door slammed behind him.
HETALIAHETALIAHETALIAHETALIAHETALIAHETALIAHETALIAHETALIAHETALIA
The Royal Proclamation - April 13, 2390 AG
By the King. A Proclamation
Rome R.
We do hereby proclaim a contest to win the hand of the fair Princess Romano and the Kingdom of Italy. The challenge is as follows:
First - the challenger must possess attractive physical qualities. Our Royal Majesty shall determine the suitability of all contestants.
Secondly - the challenger must be able to cook a dish with tomatoes in it. His Highness Princess Romano will judge the quality of the dish.
Thirdly - the challenger shall make His Highness Princess Romano laugh.
Each qualification will be held separately with one challenge each day. Each contest must be completed before the challenger is permitted to move on to the next one.
The contest will be held a week from today, from the 20th day of April 2390 AG to the 22nd day of April 2390 AG in the main hall of our palace in Vargas. (2)
Given at our court at Vargas the 13th day of April 2390 AG in the Thirtieth Year of Our Reign.
TONY SAVE THE KING. (3)
Warning: If the final acquisitions are not to the challenger’s liking, he may not return said prizes to Our Majesty. Failure to comply this request will result in offender being dispensed to the mafia.
A snort made Spain look up from the paper. “You actually thinking of competing in that?” The white-haired, red-eyed man next to him drawled, lounging against the tavern door.
“But Prussia!” Spain said, eyebrows lifting in surprise, “Haven’t you seen your brother’s new wife? He’s so ccccuutteee!!!!!!!!” His eyes closed blissfully as he recalled the image of Princess Feliciano in his white wedding gown.
Prussia slapped a hand to his face. “Don’t count on that. I’ve heard plenty of rumors about Feli’s older brother, and none of them are complimentary.” A smirk suddenly appeared on his face. “Of course, that’s what makes it fun.”
Spain glanced curiously at his companion. “Well, if you think I shouldn’t…”
“Nah, go ahead! There’s just rumors, anyways.”
Spain smiled. “Okay! Thanks, Prussia!” He danced out of the room, calling for his horse and carriage along the way.
Prussia followed, cackling.
HETALIAHETALIAHETALIAHETALIAHETALIAHETALIAHETALIAHETALIAHETALIA
Romano glared at the grooves in the table before him. Stupid Rome! It was all his fault! If it weren’t for that stupid edict of his, Romano wouldn’t be stuck out here with everyone gawking at him.
Screw Rome. And screw Feliciano and that potato bastard of his. If his idiotic brother hadn’t gotten married - much less in that stupid dress of his - than the old man wouldn’t have gotten this fucking plan and -
Romano sighed. He really had been out here too long if his brain was already going around in circles. He’ll just have to wait a few more hours (he had to admit, Rome was being picky about what he constituted as good-looking, so the contestants who passed the first round - and who were standing far too close to his personal bubble - were rather few in number) before this thing was over…
A loud crash interrupted his thoughts. Whipping his head around, Romano prepared to give the intruder a verbal thrashing when his mouth dropped open.
The guy in front of him wasn’t the best looking person Romano had ever seen, but there was something about his tanned skin, his laughing green eyes, and warm smile that drew the princess towards him.
“Like what you see?”
Romano jumped and swore, glaring up at the white-haired cretin who had suddenly popped up behind him.
“Get away from me, you idiot!”
“Hey, princess, relax. I’m just a friend of that suitor of yours there.” Prussia grinned. “And you’re avoiding the subject, since you were just oogling Spain.”
“I was not!” Huffing in indignation, Romano turned away and closed his eyes.
Spain. So that was his name.
TBC...
NOTES: (1) Romano alludes to the GermanyxItaly Cinderella story that I will eventually write.
(2) Vargas is the name of the capital of the Kingdom of Italy (I felt it would be weird if King Rome had the same name as the capital).
(3) Tony was substituted for “God” in “God save the King” because Tony totally rules the universe.
I've decided to continue my hetalia fairy tales set, this time with SpainxRomano. It's going to be longer because I actually feel a little more motivated and mroe awake right now (so it isn't that crackish as my last one was).. Its also probably going to have two parts.
Title: The Golden Goose (Part One)
Author/Artist: Theos99
Characters/Pairings: SpainxRomano, GermanyxItaly (hinted at), Rome, Prussia
Rating: PG for tomato violence?
Summary: A royal proclamation is released, Prussia pawns everyone, and Romano wears a pink dress.
Disclaimer: Hetalia characters are not owned by me.
Notes: This is based on the story of the golden goose. And all the genders of the characters are still the same.
Pairings: SpainxRomano, hints of GermanyxItaly
The Golden Goose (Part One)
“You did WHAT?”
His Majesty King Rome of Italy winced as the shout reverberated through the room. Holding his hands up in an attempt to calm the snarling brunette, he smiled weakly, “Now, Lovi - ”
A ball of parchment hit him in the forehead. “Don’t “Lovi” me, you old bastard! What the fuck were you thinking?”
Huffing, the prince(ss) - really, what was the old fart’s obsession with those poufy-pink things - crossed his arms and glared at his insane father.
“Well...” The king rubbed his head sheepishly, glancing nervously at his son’s twitching hands, “Your younger brother Feliciano already snapped up that hot German stud, Prince Ludwig, and I couldn’t bear to have you here all alone...”
“So you had to do this?!? Isn’t it enough that you made Feli go to all those stupid balls in dresses, let alone ones that vanished at midnight?” (1) Chest puffing in exertion, Romano groped behind him for his tomatoes.
“It worked?” Rome tried to smile, but it ended up looking like an extremely painful grimace.
“That doesn’t explain why you had to come up with this idiotic - ”
A tomato smashed into the wall behind Rome, missing him by bare millimeters.
“shitty - ”
Smack!
“half-assed- ”
The king brought his arms up in a futile attempt to ward off the red projectiles.
“plan, you asshole!” he finished, hurling the last of the tomatoes at his sorry excuse for a father. Princess Romano snatched up his beloved tomato basket and marched out of the room. Pausing in the doorway for one last parting shot, he yelled, “And don’t ever mention that potato bastard in front of me again!”
The door slammed behind him.
HETALIAHETALIAHETALIAHETALIAHETALIAHETALIAHETALIAHETALIAHETALIA
The Royal Proclamation - April 13, 2390 AG
By the King. A Proclamation
Rome R.
We do hereby proclaim a contest to win the hand of the fair Princess Romano and the Kingdom of Italy. The challenge is as follows:
First - the challenger must possess attractive physical qualities. Our Royal Majesty shall determine the suitability of all contestants.
Secondly - the challenger must be able to cook a dish with tomatoes in it. His Highness Princess Romano will judge the quality of the dish.
Thirdly - the challenger shall make His Highness Princess Romano laugh.
Each qualification will be held separately with one challenge each day. Each contest must be completed before the challenger is permitted to move on to the next one.
The contest will be held a week from today, from the 20th day of April 2390 AG to the 22nd day of April 2390 AG in the main hall of our palace in Vargas. (2)
Given at our court at Vargas the 13th day of April 2390 AG in the Thirtieth Year of Our Reign.
TONY SAVE THE KING. (3)
Warning: If the final acquisitions are not to the challenger’s liking, he may not return said prizes to Our Majesty. Failure to comply this request will result in offender being dispensed to the mafia.
A snort made Spain look up from the paper. “You actually thinking of competing in that?” The white-haired, red-eyed man next to him drawled, lounging against the tavern door.
“But Prussia!” Spain said, eyebrows lifting in surprise, “Haven’t you seen your brother’s new wife? He’s so ccccuutteee!!!!!!!!” His eyes closed blissfully as he recalled the image of Princess Feliciano in his white wedding gown.
Prussia slapped a hand to his face. “Don’t count on that. I’ve heard plenty of rumors about Feli’s older brother, and none of them are complimentary.” A smirk suddenly appeared on his face. “Of course, that’s what makes it fun.”
Spain glanced curiously at his companion. “Well, if you think I shouldn’t…”
“Nah, go ahead! There’s just rumors, anyways.”
Spain smiled. “Okay! Thanks, Prussia!” He danced out of the room, calling for his horse and carriage along the way.
Prussia followed, cackling.
HETALIAHETALIAHETALIAHETALIAHETALIAHETALIAHETALIAHETALIAHETALIA
Romano glared at the grooves in the table before him. Stupid Rome! It was all his fault! If it weren’t for that stupid edict of his, Romano wouldn’t be stuck out here with everyone gawking at him.
Screw Rome. And screw Feliciano and that potato bastard of his. If his idiotic brother hadn’t gotten married - much less in that stupid dress of his - than the old man wouldn’t have gotten this fucking plan and -
Romano sighed. He really had been out here too long if his brain was already going around in circles. He’ll just have to wait a few more hours (he had to admit, Rome was being picky about what he constituted as good-looking, so the contestants who passed the first round - and who were standing far too close to his personal bubble - were rather few in number) before this thing was over…
A loud crash interrupted his thoughts. Whipping his head around, Romano prepared to give the intruder a verbal thrashing when his mouth dropped open.
The guy in front of him wasn’t the best looking person Romano had ever seen, but there was something about his tanned skin, his laughing green eyes, and warm smile that drew the princess towards him.
“Like what you see?”
Romano jumped and swore, glaring up at the white-haired cretin who had suddenly popped up behind him.
“Get away from me, you idiot!”
“Hey, princess, relax. I’m just a friend of that suitor of yours there.” Prussia grinned. “And you’re avoiding the subject, since you were just oogling Spain.”
“I was not!” Huffing in indignation, Romano turned away and closed his eyes.
Spain. So that was his name.
TBC...
NOTES: (1) Romano alludes to the GermanyxItaly Cinderella story that I will eventually write.
(2) Vargas is the name of the capital of the Kingdom of Italy (I felt it would be weird if King Rome had the same name as the capital).
(3) Tony was substituted for “God” in “God save the King” because Tony totally rules the universe.