My Ex-Best Friend: The Prince (A Paco Fanfic)

The Request + Startling News

A/N: You wanted it! You asked for it! So here it is! Also, just a note, I should tell you that this fanfic is in a modernish time setting, but still has a more medieval time setting also. Kinda combined if you know what I'm saying... Um... If not... Then just go with it... XD

Pickle's POV:
My life used to be so wonderful, living a royal life and all, but ever since my father was killed, it hasn't been the same... "Pickle!" a feminine voice shouted. "Yes, Mother?" I asked. "Have you sent OJ out to go fi-" she started to say when I interrupted her, "For the last time, yes, I have." "Pickle Pilla! You really oughta have a better attitude! And give more respect... You are going to become the king soon!" my mother informed me for the millionth time today. "I know Mother... I know... Once I turn 17, I'll officially become King of Pilla..." I responded, sighing. "You do realize what this means, don't you?" she then asked. I looked at her, then said, "Yes, you've told me so many times. I'll have a bunch of responsi-" I started to say when she then interrupted me. "No no, not that. Something else dear," she said. I gave her a look of confusion. "Every King needs a Queen..." she then said. My eyes widened. "Mother... Doesn't this seem... Soon...?" I asked in response. "Pickle, your father married me when he was 20. You don't have t-" she started to explain when I interrupted her once more. "Don't mention my father in front of me..." I said, slightly angered. "I'm sorry dear, but what I'm saying is you have to find a fiancée before you become King. You don't necessarily have get married until age 21. But that's the oldest age. Still, you need a fiancé by the time you turn 17... The day you turn 17 is the last day you have to find her (A/N: Okay, this sounds so much like "Aladdin" right now, but I promise you it's not gonna be the same kind of story. XD)... If you don't pick by the end of that day, then I'm just going to have to pick someone for you..." she explained to me. "Mother! You can't just pick a fiancé for me!" I objected. "Son, that's just the way it works..." she said in response. I sighed again. My birthday is in two weeks. This was gonna be a long two weeks...

Taco's POV:
After I heard the fanfare of trumpets, I got so confused. I put down the lemon, then looked outside my window. There was a man with orange hair standing in the center of town. With him was a carriage being pulled by four white horses. Once the fanfare of trumpets was finished, he cleared his throat, the began to speak loudly, "HEAR YE! HEAR YE! The Prince himself has proclaimed that he is in need of more servants, and more maids! If you wish to sign up, come out here and sign your name here, and you shall be interviewed!" "Pickle's in need of servants and maids...?" I asked myself. I then gasped. "This is my chance to see him again!" I exclaimed out loud to no one. I looked at myself in mirror. I look way too much like my childhood self... I thought. I grabbed a pair of scissors and carefully cut my hair a bit, giving myself side bangs, covering my left eye. I then removed the green and red headband from my hair. I then placed my hair in a side braid over my right shoulder. No one will recognize me... I thought, satisfied. I looked out the window, making sure the man was still there, and he was. I was about to step outside the door, when I stopped. I turned around and looked at the painting. I couldn't just leave it... But... I could be with the real Pickle... I sighed, then stepping outside. The man was just about to leave! "WAIT!" I exclaimed in an accent. Might as well change my voice while I'm at it... The man stopped and turned around, seeing me running towards him. Once I reached him, he said, "Maids are never late... May have to keep that in mind when we interview you..." he said. I looked at him, annoyed. I don't like this person much... I thought to myself. "Your name?" the man then asked. "T-" I was about to tell him my name, but I couldn't let him know who I was! Then Pickle would find out who I was and I wouldn't become a maid! "Tora..." I then said. It was the first name I thought of. "Alright then. Haven't heard that name before..." he said. "So? Got an issue with it?!" I asked, annoyed once again. "Okay, okay! Geez, no need to get all feisty!" he exclaimed. I then got in the carriage with the other people who were going to be interviewed. We were all then brought to the castle, everyone being silent. Once we got there, we all got out and were ordered to form a line. We all got in a line, me being the fourth last in line out of 16 people. I sighed quietly, nervous about not knowing what to expect.