Once Upon A Time | A Hetalia x Reader

Chapter 34: Kingdom of Piękny

What century even is this? First century? Hundredth century?

btw, i forgot what your age is for this story, so ill say that youre 19 now. lolol

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"Ah, thank goodness. We're here at last." Arthur had sighed breathlessly. After trudging for a few miles, with many times of rest and slumber, we had all arrived to our newfound hope to stop the conflict that had came by like a storm.

Luciano Vargas.

The insanely crazed man whom had a wistful desperation for my love. And for him? I couldn't particularly comprehend so. I seemed to catch a fancy for his looks, nothing more.

And because of him, the three of us were always on the runaway, forever avoiding his grasp and forever surviving this dread. Not once did I feel the weight of those problems lifting. They haven't resolved yet.

"How will we get in?"

"Artie, Artie," Alfred uttered in an amused behavior. "Don't you know who you're talking to?"

"Alfred?"

"Yeah?"

"No, I was meaning to answer that; Alfred."

"...Oh. Well, no, not me."

As they had discussed such matters a bit longer, I had decided to approach one of the heavily suited gaurds who stood by the main gate of the castle. Clearing my throat, I proceeded to utter my suggestions.

"Hello, gentlemen. I would like to request an appointment for Feliks Łukasiewicz."

"Sorry miss, but before we do that we'll need an identification."

"(Name) Badass (Surname). And if you don't believe me, I'll gladly explain to you why Badass is my middle name." I replied, defiantly.

The second gaurd squinted his eyes in what I assume was skepticism.

"Now how will we know if you're really telling the truth?" he asked.

"Assassin. I bet you're an assassin." the former scoffed, ready to draw out his sword.

"Do assassins happen to wear crowns and pretty poofy gowns all day, in a castle with the royal family of Meraghyl? I think not. And do they know different languages and practice fencing and archery all day? Maybe. And maybe, just maybe, they might know this kingdom's king's deepest secret."

"Oo, and what would that be?"

"Idiot, you shouldn't be asking that."

I laughed, "It wouldn't be a secret if I tell."

"What's going on here?" a voice snapped.

"Huh?" said the latter gaurd, spinning on his heels and stood straight. "S-sadik, sir! Welcome!"

"Yeah, hi." replied said man, grinning smugly towards the scene that welcomed him. I squinted my eyes, skeptically, as if I could drain the newly-found information from him. I couldn't recognize him. I never saw him before.

A deafening silence occurred, interfering with an intense stare down between this Sadik man and I.

"I've never seen you around in the castle before."

"Neither have I; did you ever have the right to just...say that to me?"

"Energetic but pretty narcissistic."

"Does this commoner have a right to speak to royalty like that?"

I scoffed. "Excuse you, but I myself am royalty."

"In rags? Sure, princess of ragtown - go ahead and pick up our royal trash and you can go back on your jolly way."

This made me feel somewhat offended. Not because he insulted me, but just think about it: If I really were a peasant, trying to act bold and fearless, and he told me such words... I almost felt as if I was the behalf of all the other peasants, and he just stereotyped us. In fact, I'm positively sure that many peasants are going through poverty due to the war.

And these peasants have to break laws in order to stay alive....

"(Full Name), at your service. Princess of Meraghyl, adoptive daughter of Meralyn and Ghylford Stern, only child, exactly 19 years old."

"Wait, 19?" Alfred interuppted, looking pale. "Shit- I'm sorry for not remembering....happy late birthday!"

"It's alright," I chuckled lightly with a smile. "It doesn't matter all too much right now."

I blinked, seeing his lips growing explicitly reluctant to speak words. I decided to just shrug it off and turned back to the Sad-ik man, who held an amused smile.

"I've been hearing this (Name) being discussed about recently for a long while." he began, humming quietly in rhythm. "Her home included countless of gardens and large rooms, and a gigantic auditorium just for balls and other ceremonial events. The girl had countless of talents."

"She could play all sorts of instruments," I countered. "she played wind instruments at the age of seven and learned countless of string instruments by eight. She could even rehearse using the piano blindfolded, and doesn't even need to use a music sheet to play anymore."

"Words that a spy can say."

I internally groaned, not knowing what exactly I was going to do to get passed. I felt too trusting. I'm telling everyone my life story for Pete's sake! The thought of doing this was sickening, but the reasons weren't particularly implied, aside of the fact that this man is acting too smug and I'm deliberately trying to prove my innocence despite that I really couldn't.

He smirked knowingly, just as if he had caught me red handed for my attempts. But, he was definitely wrong in his assumptions, and I wanted to, so very badly, to call him an idiot.

Assumptions aren't just the way its called. It has its meanings too.

He parted his lips to speak, continuing his statement further, but another interupption occurred and I felt quite relieved of so.

"V-visitors?"

And did I soon realize that things have definitely changed while I was gone.

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"Be courageous and grasp upon all the risks, for things cannot substitute experience."