Hetalia Fairy Tales

Cinderella part 1

Francis's wife, Jeanne, became sick, and when she felt that her end was drawing near, she called her only daughter, Bella,  to her bedside and said, "Dear child, remain pious and good, and then our dear God will always protect you, and I will look down on you from heaven and be near you." With this she closed her eyes and died.

France: wait a minute!

Me: what?

France: your making me the horrible dad and killing of Jeanne!?

Me: yes moving on and before I forget *turns Canada, England, and America into girls*

Bella went out to her mother's grave every day and wept, and she remained pious and good. When winter came the snow spread a white cloth over the grave, and when the spring sun had removed it again, Francis took himself another wife.
This wife, Alice, brought two daughters, Amelia and Madeline, into the house with her. They were beautiful, with fair faces, but evil and dark hearts. Times soon grew very bad for Bella.

Nyo America: why am I the villain!?

Me: Because one of my readers requested it and I liked the idea

Nyo Canada: well this isn't fun

Nyo England: no kidding

"Why should that stupid goose sit in the parlor with us?" they said. "If she wants to eat bread, then she will have to earn it. Out with this kitchen maid!"
They took her beautiful clothes away from her, dressed her in an old gray smock, and gave her wooden shoes. "Just look at the proud princess! How decked out she is!" they shouted and laughed as they led Bella into the kitchen.
There she had to do hard work from morning until evening, get up before daybreak, carry water, make the fires, cook, and wash. Besides this, the sisters did everything imaginable to hurt her. They made fun of her, scattered peas and lentils into the ashes for her, so that she had to sit and pick them out again. In the evening when she had worked herself weary, there was no bed for her. Instead she had to sleep by the hearth in the ashes. And because she always looked dusty and dirty, they called her Cinderbella.

Belgium: nice play on words

Me: thanks!

One day it happened that Francis was going to the fair, and he asked his two stepdaughters what he should bring back for them.
"Beautiful dresses," said Amelia.
"Pearls and jewels," said Madeline.
"And you, Cinderbella," he said, "what do you want?"
"Father, break off for me the first twig that brushes against your hat on your way home."

Nyo England: wow are you a horrible father

France: zayz ze wicked ztepmother!

So he bought beautiful dresses, pearls, and jewels for his two stepdaughters. On his way home, as he was riding through a green thicket, a hazel twig brushed against him and knocked off his hat. Then he broke off the twig and took it with him. Arriving home, he gave his stepdaughters the things that they had asked for, and he gave Cinderbella the twig from the hazel bush.
Cinderbella thanked him, went to her mother's grave, and planted the branch on it, and she wept so much that her tears fell upon it and watered it. It grew and became a beautiful tree.

Nyo America: are you sure that's in the real fairytale?

Me: just ask Germany

Germany: it is

Cinderbella went to this tree three times every day, and beneath it she wept and prayed. A white bird came to the tree every time, and whenever she expressed a wish, the bird would throw down to her what she had wished for.
Now it happened that the King Antonio proclaimed a festival that was to last three days. All the beautiful young girls in the land were invited, so that his son, Prince Tim, could select a bride for himself. When the two stepsisters heard that they too had been invited, they were in high spirits.

Netherlands: one why Spain!? Two me and Belgium are siblings!

Me: oh come on. It's just a story. And in this your not related. And for the first one, I felt like it.

They called Cinderbella, saying, "Comb our hair for us. Brush our shoes and fasten our buckles. We are going to the festival at the king's castle."
Cinderbella obeyed, but wept, because she too would have liked to go to the dance with them. She begged her stepmother to allow her to go.
"You, Cinderbella?" she said. "You, all covered with dust and dirt, and you want to go to the festival?. You have neither clothes nor shoes, and yet you want to dance!"

Nyo England: and now I'm just stepmother!

France: what goes around comes around

However, because Cinderbella kept asking, the stepmother finally said, "I have scattered a bowl of lentils into the ashes for you. If you can pick them out again in two hours, then you may go with us."
Bella went through the back door into the garden, and called out, "You tame pigeons, you turtledoves, and all you birds beneath the sky, come and help me to gather:
The good ones go into the pot,
The bad ones go into your crop."
Two white pigeons came in through the kitchen window, and then the turtledoves, and finally all the birds beneath the sky came whirring and swarming in, and lit around the ashes. The pigeons nodded their heads and began to pick, pick, pick, pick. And the others also began to pick, pick, pick, pick. They gathered all the good grains into the bowl. Hardly one hour had passed before they were finished, and they all flew out again.

Nyo America: are you sure?

Me and Germany: yes!

Bella took the bowl to her stepmother, and was happy, thinking that now she would be allowed to go to the festival with them.
But the stepmother said, "No, Cinderella, you have no clothes, and you don't know how to dance. Everyone would only laugh at you."