Frozen X Hetalia!

Part 6

  America and Hungary approach the ice castle on their horses.
"What on earth is that on top of the roof?" America asks.
"A... snowball?" Hungary replies, squinting.
Suddenly, the thing turns to look at them, its eyes black like coal. It shifts, spreading its wings, then lifts into the air.
"Aw it's just a snowbird!" America grins. "It looks so cuddly!" But the closer it gets, the more his smile fades. "Okay, it's a big snowbird..."
"Get off your horse and fight, you moron!" Hungary yells, readying her frying pan. America did as she said and drew his sword.
The gigantic bird charged them, ice talons stretched out. America charged it back, while Hungary stayed away. He held up his sword and began swinging it wildly, but the bird scooped him up in its beak.
"Gah!" America screams. "Help it's gonna eat me!"
"Oh for the love of..." Hungary sighs as it charges her. She readied her frying pan as it approached, then swung at it like she was the batter in a baseball game. It stunned the thing, and it fell flat on its back, dropping America, who also seemed dazed by the impact.
Seizing her chance, she rushed into the ice castle to find the king. She burst into the door and darted up the stairs into the upper room, where he was standing by the balcony door.
"Surrender, Prussia!" she shouts, charging him.
"You know," he shrugs. "Any other AU I'd be scared, but in this one, I can just do this!" A blast of ice came from his outstretched arm, hitting the frying pan and covering it in ice. Hungary dropped it from the cold, and when she tried to pick it up, it was too slippery.
"Wait, King Prussia!" America runs into the room after them. "Please, stop! We don't want to hurt you!"
"Well she was just trying to!" Prussia whines, pointing at Hungary.
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
"HEY!"
Both of them stop and look at America.
"Just... please... stop?" he smiles.
"No." Prussia crosses his arms. "You gave me the liberty to choose and I did."
"Well, that's good enough for me," America shrugs. "Let's go—"
And then the chandelier comes crashing to the ground. It misses Hungary and America, but not Prussia. He falls to the floor, his vision slowly fading into blackness. As he sees Hungary approaching him with handcuffs, he mumbles,
"I really should have made that thing better..."
...
Prussia wakes up seemingly moments later in an unfamiliar room. The walls are stone and there are bars on the windows. Outside, heavy snowflakes swirl in the air. There are huge iron cuffs on his hands, which were chained to the ground. It wasn't hard to conclude he was in a dungeon.
The dungeon door creaks open and America steps in.
"Hey, buddy... Prussia... bro," he smiles sheepishly.
"Sup," Prussia nods, glaring slightly.
"Um... so... here's the thing. They made me lock you up, until you stop winter... so..."
"Oh, ya," Prussia scratches his head—at least, the best he could. "I kinda can't."
"What?"
"You see, when I went crazy, I just let loose on my powers, and now I can't put them back in control, and... ya."
"Well," America coughed. "This is awkward, but... I have to leave you here then..."
"To rot?"
"Ya... we cool?"
"NO!" Prussia shouts. "THIS IS NOT COOL!"
"Well I don't know what else to do!" America cries. "I guess I'll just go take over your kingdom now or something..." he slips shyly behind the door.
"You!? Wait, no, America, WAIT!" And the door slammed closed.
...
Italy, Germany, and Japan rode Romano through the thickening blizzard and back to the Kingdom of Hetalia. Poor Romano.
Once they reach the castle, Italy dismounts, helping Germany off. He supports him with his shoulder as he leads the staggering German to the front gates.
"Mr. Germany!" a little girl servant cries as she rushes to him, followed by a man.
"What happened to him?" the man asks, glaring at Italy.
"He's injured, and he needs to get to America as fast as possible!"
"We'll get him there. You leave."
"But I—" The man pulls out a gun and cocks it. "Okay, okay!" Italy throws his hands up and backs away.
Switzerland and Lichtenstein lead Germany inside while Italy went the opposite way, leading Romano.
"I'm going to miss him..." Italy sighs, his head low.
"I sure as **** won't! I'm glad that potato ******* gone. Do you think they'll have a public funeral when he dies in a few hours? I forgot to tell him..."
...
America rushes through the door to find Germany lying on a sofa next to a fire where the servants set him. He gasps and falls to his knees by his side.
"Germany! What... happened to you? You look like an old dude!"
"America..." Germany whispers. "My brother... accidently hit me... and we need counter-awesomeness to... cure it."
"Counter-awesomeness?"
"Yes, someone as... awesome as him," Germany looks up at him. America stands, hanging his head.
"If only there was someone like that..."
"What!?" Germany sits up in shock. "I thought you were—"
"I hate to tell you, bro, but I'm not really all that heroic. And taking control over your kingdom was pretty disastrous..." he laughs nervously.
"But... that's not fair! I thought you were actually—"
"Ya," America sighs, inching closer towards the door. "I'm all ego and I'm afraid of ghosts. Well, um... I guess I'll just stay in control here after... you know... um... goodnight!"
The door closes shut behind him. Germany's head falls back against the sofa. "Well, we're all screwed."
...
"So," America enters the room where Austria and the other kingdom officials are waiting. "Germany's as good as dead, thanks to his brother."
Austria did a silent fist pump. Everyone turns to look at him. "Oh, um, I mean... did he say anything about who would be in charge of the kingdom?"
"Ya, he sorta consented to me continuing to control it, so... ya."
Everyone in the room groans in disappointment.
"And, as my first order as king, I say we execute somebody publically!"
Everyone cheers.
"Wait, who are we going to execute?" someone asks.
"How about Prussia, since he's the only one in prison?" Austria suggests, remembering the twerking.
"Perfect! Let's go get him."
(Well... that might have happened... expect Prussia had escaped during that same scene. Don't ask how, he just did.)
...
Italy and Romano were making their way back into the woods. Italy hung limply on Romano's back as he trotted through the snowy forest back to the mines.
"Why are you still moping like a *****? You should be happy to go back to mining. ****, I'm actually ******* excited to go back to mining! And now I have one less person whose **** I have to deal with!"
"You're right, Romano," Italy sits up a little. "We shouldn't have left him without a fight."
"What the **** are you talking about?"
"Ya! He needs us, like we need him!"
"I hope he ******* dies in a hole."
"You're right Romano!" Italy grabs the reins and jerks. "We're going back—to save Germany!"
"THAT'S THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT I SAID YOU ******* IDIOT!"
They dash back towards the kingdom at top speed. Up ahead, the area is being covered by a huge cloud of snow.
"GERMANY, I'M COMING!"
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