Frozen X Hetalia!

Part 3

   Everyone gathers in the cathedral-like room for Prince Prussia's coronation. A choir stands in the balcony and sang the town's anthem: "Marukaite chikyuu, marukaite chikyuu, marukaite chikyuu, boku Hetalia..."
It's time for Prussia to take the scepter and the earth-like sphere in his hand. He reluctantly removes his gloves and picks up the objects, facing the crowd. He holds his breath as frost forms around them.
"King Prussia of Hetalia!" the priest announces. Everyone cheers. He quickly puts the objects back, just in time.
...
After the coronation ceremony, everyone moves to the ballroom. Prussia stands at the front of the crowd as someone announces his entrance. Germany looks up in surprise as Prussia beckons him to his side so he can be announced, too. He wasn't nervous about being in the crowd's attention, but about standing next to his brother. How long had it been since the distance between them was that small?
"Hallo," Prussia greets him, glancing to the side with his sly smile.
"Oh, ah," Germany stammers, nearly forgetting what it was like to have Prussia speak to him. "Hallo."
"You look..." Prussia finally turns to face his brother, stepping back in surprise when he saw that his head was inches below Germany's. "...handsome," he finishes, straining to hide his strange mix of anger and pride.
"Uh, thanks. You too..." Germany returns the compliment, also trying to ignore the fact that his brother is shorter than him.
"What's that smell?" Prussia asks, smelling the air.
"Sausage!" they exclaim in unison. Prussia laughs his strange laugh while Germany looks down in slight embarrassment. They are still alike.
"Hallo," a new voice greets the two of them. A man with glasses and curl in his brown hair bows to them. "I am Duke Austria. It's nice to finally meet you two," he says, narrowing his eyes at Prussia. Prussia looks back at him, his dark smirk growing. It was the beautiful moment of hate at first sight.
"A pleasure," Germany nods.
"Hey, Duke Austria," Prussia speaks up. "Since you're our closest partner in trade, how would you like to have my first dance as king?"
"Uh," Austria's eyes widen in shock. "Alright, I suppose Hungary-"
"Great!" Prussia takes Austria's hand and forces him onto the dance floor.
Germany could only stand in shock, watching, before he face-palmed. Feeding fires. One thing his brother absolutely loved doing.
A few moments later, Prussia returns, face red from laughter. Germany spotted Austria across the room, panting from exhaustion and appearing somewhat angry.
"Why must you..." he begins.
"Come on, it was a good show and you know it," Prussia nudges him.
"I admit, it was at an amusing level until you started twerk-" he stops, sighing. "I hate parties."
"But they're so much fun!" Prussia's smile turns somewhat sad for a moment before flashing back into mischievous. "You just haven't had enough beer."
"You're probably right. I'm going to go get a drink." Germany makes his way into the crowd, weaving past people until he collides with the careless person who nearly knocked him over for the second time that day.
"Hey, dude, it's you again!"
"Hallo," Germany greets him.
"I was just heading outside. You wanna come?"
"Sure," the German follows him, mumbling, "Anything to get out of here."
...
They sit out on the balcony together, empty beer bottles laying around their feet.
"Dude, I meant to like- to like ask you something," America begins.
"What?"
"Why're you so freaking uptight, man?"
"Well," Germany sighs, leaning up against the railing. "It's because... when I was little, my brother shut me out. And now he's trying to act like nothing happened and it makes me mad."
"Aw, that's rough, man," America puts a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you know, I used to have a big brother kinda like that. Except he was a control-freak-jerk. So... I broke away from him."
"You mean you just... left?" Germany asks.
"Heck ya, he was a jerk!"
"You know what? I'm gonna do it. I deserve a better brother. Someone more like..." he trails off.
America gets down on one knee and takes Germany's hand. "Will... you be my brother?"
Germany smiled. "Ja!"
...
The doors to the ballroom fly open as two intoxicated princes come stumbling in. They have their arms around each other's shoulders and are laughing, spilling some of their half-drunken beers on the floor.
"Bruder!" Prussia greets them, smiling proudly. "I see you're having an awesome time."
"Ja," Germany replies, stumbling as they both come to a stop in front of the king. "Prussia, this is—Ah-mehr-ee-ka?"
"Dude!" America laughs. "You're totally wasted!"
"You're wasted!" Germany counters.
"It's nice to meet you, America," Prussia extends his hand.
"He's my bruder," Germany tells him.
"What!?" Prussia gasps, pulling back. "But... I'm your bruder..."
"Not anymore!" Germany tells him. "I'm leaving with him tonight, and we're gonna... um... gonna do..."
"Bro stuff," America finishes. "'Cause he's my bro now."
Germany and America laugh again, and more beer splatters on the floor.
"Germany," Prussia glares at him. "What are you thinking!? You can't become brothers with a man you just met!" The room goes silent.
"You're one to talk!" Germany begins shouting. "You were never there for me! Sometimes I think you don't even care about me! If I don't become his brother, the way I see it, I'll never get the chance to even have a brother because you might as well not even be one!"
Prussia was stunned to silence for a few moments. The whole room was. "Holy Rome..." he whispers, reaching a hand out to him.
"What, now you've forgotten my name!?" Germany growls, smacking his hand away. In the process, he accidently takes his glove off. "You're a horrible brother!"
Prussia becomes weak, his eyes growing wide. Germany turns his back to him and begins walking away. "STOP!" He calls out with a thrust of his arm. Suddenly, ice crystals spring up from the floor, turning into a coral of razor-like ice.
That gets Germany's attention. He whirls around to see his brother shaking in fear. Everyone is watching Prussia now, who continues to back away with tears in his eyes.
"Sorcery!" A voice—Austria's—calls out. "He's a devil! Seize him!"
Hungary starts towards the king with a frying pan. Prussia turns and runs the other way out the front doors.
"No!" Germany runs after Hungary. "Don't! Prussia, wait!"
By the time he reaches the doors through which Prussia escaped, it was too late. Prussia was nearly gone, leaving a trail of ice in his wake. The entire courtyard is nearly frozen, and citizens had begun to panic.
"Bruder!" Germany calls, boldly following the trail towards his brother. But Prussia had reached the edge of the water, and started across it with an ice bridge over the surface. Germany slips and falls with his first step. Luckily, America breaks his fall and keeps him from busting his head.
"Dude, there's no way you're going to make it across that drunk!"
Germany hangs his head in defeat. Snow flurries begin swirling around in the air. A crackling sound comes from the lake as it turns to solid ice. The two princes look around them. The entire kingdom had frozen with Prussia's awesomeness.
...
America and Germany make their way back to the courtyard, where the citizens have gone into an uproar. Germany had realized why Prussia kept his distance from him and it made him feel awful, like he had swallowed a potato whole. He wanted nothing more than to find his brother and apologize.
"That demon, Prussia, is insane!" Austria curses as Hungary helps him up from where he slipped on the ice. "He must be brought in and put to death at once!"
"No!" Germany's strong voice freezes the crowd to silence. "It was my fault that this happened, and therefore it is my duty to fix it. My brother is not dangerous, nor is he ins... okay, he wouldn't intentionally hurt anybody, unless... never mind. Just try to remain calm in this time of strangeness. I will now depart on a journey to look for my brother—"
"You can't do that!" Austria tells him, grabbing is arm. "You have a mob on your hands! If there's not a leader keeping control of things, they'll trash the place!"
"True..." Germany looks down and groans as he considers this.
"Hey, dude!" America lays a hand on his shoulder. "I can take care this place, no sweat!"
"Have you ever been in control of anything before!?" Austria asks him skeptically.
"Well... I had a pet hamster once, and it survived for a two weeks!"
"Good. I'll be back within that time," he nods, mounting his horse. "I leave Prince America in charge while I'm gone!" And with those words, Germany gallops off into the blizzard.
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