Hetalia Fairy Tales

Sleeping Beauty (again) Part 2

Then king Romulus, who had been brought upstairs by the commotion, remembered the fairy prophecy. Feeling certain that what had happened was inevitable, since the fairies had decreed it, he gave orders that the princess Lovina should be placed in the finest apartment in the palace, upon a bed embroidered in gold and silver.

Nyo Romano: it's nice...being the favorite for once.

Spain: *already hugging her.*

Me: but I like you more!

Italy: hey....

You would have thought her an angel, so fair was she to behold. The trance had not taken away the lovely color of her complexion. Her cheeks were delicately flushed, her lips like coral. Her eyes, indeed, were closed, but her gentle breathing could be heard, and it was therefore plain that she was not dead. King Romulus commanded that she should be left to sleep in peace until the hour of her awakening should come.
When the accident happened to Princess Lovina, the good fairy, Elizabeta, who had saved her life by condemning her to sleep a hundred years was in the kingdom of Mataquin, twelve thousand leagues away. She was instantly warned of it, however, by a little dwarf, Kiku, who had a pair of seven-league boots, which are boots that enable one to cover seven leagues at a single step. Elizabeta set off at once, and within an hour her chariot of fire, drawn by dragons, was seen approaching.

Hungary: a chariot of fire drawn by dragons. Now that is awesome.

Prussia: Hey! Then that's mine!

Hungary: over my dead body.

King Romulus handed her down from her chariot, and she approved of all that he had done. But being gifted with great powers of foresight, she bethought herself that when the princess Lovina came to be awakened, she would be much distressed to find herself all alone in the old castle. And this is what she did.
She touched with her wand everybody (except King Romulus and Queen Yun) who was in the castle -- governesses, maids of honor, ladies-in-waiting, gentlemen, officers, stewards, cooks, scullions, errand boys, guards, porters, pages, footmen. She touched likewise all the horses in the stables, with their grooms, the big mastiffs in the courtyard, and little Feliciano, the pet dog of the princess, who was lying on the bed beside his mistress. The moment she had touched them they all fell asleep, to awaken only at the same moment as their mistress. Thus they would always be ready with their service whenever she should require it. The very spits before the fire, loaded with partridges and pheasants, subsided into slumber, and the fire as well. All was done in a moment, for the fairies do not take long over their work.
Then King Romulus and Queen Yun kissed their dear child, without waking her, and left the castle. Proclamations were issued, forbidding any approach to it, but these warnings were not needed, for within a quarter of an hour there grew up all round the park so vast a quantity of trees big and small, with interlacing brambles and thorns, that neither man nor beast could penetrate them. The tops alone of the castle towers could be seen, and these only from a distance. Thus did Elizabeta's magic contrive that the princess Lovina, during all the time of her slumber, should have naught whatever to fear from prying eyes.
At the end of a hundred years the throne had passed to another family from that of the sleeping princess Lovina.

Rome and Nyo China: Wait we died!?

England: well you are both old.

America: ohhh! Shots fired!

One day the King Arthur's son, Alfred, chanced to go a-hunting that way, and seeing in the distance some towers in the midst of a large and dense forest, he asked what they were. His attendants, Matthew and Alejandro, told him in reply the various stories which they had heard. Some said there was an old castle haunted by ghosts, others that all the witches of the neighborhood held their revels there. The favorite tale was that in the castle lived an ogre, named Francis, who carried thither all the children whom he could catch. There he devoured them at his leisure, and since he was the only person who could force a passage through the wood nobody had been able to pursue him.

England: *Laughing his ass off* okay. You're slightly forgiven this one time!

France: Oh come on!

Me: *facepalming in the background*

While the Prince Alfred was wondering what to believe, an old peasant, named Gilbert, took up the tale.

Prussia: As much as I like showing people are wrong, why am I old!?

Hungary: Karma, that's why!

Prussia: Karma doesn't exist!

Me: here they go.

"Your Highness," said he, "more than fifty years ago I heard my father, Folkert, say that in this castle lies a princess Lovina, the most beautiful that has ever been seen. It is her doom to sleep there for a hundred years, and then to be awakened by a king's son, for whose coming she waits."
This story fired the young prince Alfred. He jumped immediately to the conclusion that it was for him to see so gay an adventure through, and impelled alike by the wish for love and glory, he resolved to set about it on the spot.

Germany: I hate this version.

France: it meant a different thing back then and you're just jealous.

Germany: *facepalm*

Hardly had he taken a step towards the wood when the tall trees, the brambles and the thorns, separated of themselves and made a path for him. He turned in the direction of the castle, and espied it at the end of a long avenue. This avenue he entered, and was surprised to notice that the trees closed up again as soon as he had passed, so that none of his retinue were able to follow him. A young and gallant prince is always brave, however; so he continued on his way, and presently reached a large forecourt.

America: gallant and brave...this role is perfect for me!

Canada and Mexico: *face palm*