Hetalia Fairy Tales

Sleeping Beauty (again) Part 3

The sight that now met his gaze was enough to fill him with an icy fear. The silence of the place was dreadful, and death seemed all about him. The recumbent figures of men and animals had all the appearance of being lifeless, until he perceived by the pimply noses and ruddy faces of the porters, that they merely slept. It was plain, too, from their glasses, in which were still some dregs of wine, that they had fallen asleep while drinking.

England: this fits a French fairytale.

France: what can I say...fine wine is amazing even in fairytales.

The prince Alfred made his way into a great courtyard, paved with marble, and mounting the staircase entered the guardroom. Here the guards were lined up on either side in two ranks, their muskets on their shoulders, snoring their hardest. Through several apartments crowded with ladies and gentlemen in waiting, some seated, some standing, but all asleep, he pushed on, and so came at last to a chamber which was decked all over with gold. There he encountered the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Reclining upon a bed, the curtains of which on every side were drawn back, was a princess of seemingly some fifteen or sixteen summers, whose radiant beauty had an almost unearthly luster.

Nyo Romano: *Blushing.*

Spain: See! You are beautiful!

Nyo Romano: sh-shut up!

Trembling in his admiration he drew near and went on his knees beside her. At the same moment, the hour of disenchantment having come, the princess Lovina awoke, and bestowed upon him a look more tender than a first glance might seem to warrant.
"Is it you, dear prince?" Lovina said. "You have been long in coming!"
Charmed by these words, and especially by the manner in which they were said, the prince Alfred scarcely knew how to express his delight and gratification. He declared that he loved her better than he loved himself. His words were faltering, but they pleased the more for that. The less there is of eloquence, the more there is of love.

England and Germany: must thus be so French!?

Her embarrassment was less than his, and that is not to be wondered at, since she had had time to think of what she would say to him. It seems (although the story says nothing about it) that the good fairy Elizabeta had beguiled her long slumber with pleasant dreams. To be brief, after four hours of talking they had not succeeded in uttering one half of the things they had to say to each other.

Me: *Turns Spain into a girl.*

Nyo Spain: *Puts on a dress and twirls around.*

Now the whole palace had awakened with the princess. Everyone went about his business, and since they were not all in love they presently began to feel mortally hungry. The lady-in-waiting, Antonia, who was suffering like the rest, at length lost patience, and in a loud voice called out to the princess Lovina that supper was served.
The princess Lovina was already fully dressed, and in most magnificent style. As he helped her to rise, the prince Alfred refrained from telling her that her clothes, with the straight collar which she wore, were like those to which his grandmother, Ayiana, had been accustomed. And in truth, they in no way detracted from her beauty.
They passed into an apartment hung with mirrors, and were there served with supper by the stewards of the household, while the fiddles and oboes played some old music and played it remarkably well, considering they had not played at all for just upon a hundred years. A little later, when supper was over, the chaplain, Toris, married them in the castle chapel, and in due course, attended by the courtiers in waiting, they retired to rest.

Germany: isn't the fairytale supposed to end here?

France: non

England: great...

Me: *turns Russia into a girl.*

Nyo Russia: Wait? Why?!

They slept but little, however. The princess Lovina, indeed, had not much need of sleep, and as soon as morning came the prince Alfred took his leave of her. He returned to the city, and told his father, Arthur, who was awaiting him with some anxiety, that he had lost himself while hunting in the forest, but had obtained some black bread and cheese from a charcoal burner, named Allistor, in whose hovel he had passed the night.
His royal father, being of an easygoing nature, believed the tale, but his mother, Anya, was not so easily hoodwinked. She noticed that he now went hunting every day, and that he always had an excuse handy when he had slept two or three nights from home. She felt certain, therefore, that he had some love affair.

Nyo Russia and America: Wait!? What!? No!!!! Change it now!

Me: no

Two whole years passed since the marriage of the prince Alfred and princess Lovina, and during that time they had two children. The first, a daughter, was called Lucille, while the second, a boy, was named Aurel, because he seemed even more beautiful than his sister.

Monoco: why?

Moldavia: cool.

Many a time the queen Anya told her son that he ought to settle down in life. She tried in this way to make him confide in her, but he did not dare to trust her with his secret. Despite the affection which he bore her, he was afraid of his mother, for she came of a race of ogres, and the King Arthur had only married her for her wealth.

England: Okay...now that makes sense...

Nyo Russia: Hey!

It was whispered at the court that she had ogrish instincts, and that when little children were near her she had the greatest difficulty in the world to keep herself from pouncing on them.
No wonder the prince Alfred was reluctant to say a word.

America: no kidding

Nyo Russia: *Face palm* soon...you will all regret this...kokolkol

Everyone: *runs away and hides.*