Author's Note: Sigh. TT_TT I really should be updating right now, not creating a new story for a completely different fandom! TT_TT Oh well, Hetalia has either become my curse or my blessing! I think its America's fault to be honest…..And Canada's…..And England's…Probably France's too…..Sigh, Oh well! XD Well, I know that someone has made a Tangled adaptation before me, only, mine is going to be longer, slightly different, and contains….USUK! ^^ Now, please remember, this is my first time at writing a Hetalia fanfic so, wish me luck and Pasta for this wild trip I'm about to take! ^^

NOTE: I do not own Hetalia, if I did, America would have been forced to lose the Revolutionary War and stay with England, and Canada would be the main character and favored younger brother! XDD Also, I DO NOT own the incantation song that is obviously from the movie! Anyway, on to the prologue!

My name is Arthur Kirkland and this, is the story of how I became deceased at the hands of a loud mouthed, sloppy, overbearing, egotistical, endlessly eating git and her quiet sister!

…..But, I would be lying if I said this was a sad story, as you might of judged by the dreadful sounding beginning. No, it's more of an adventure with tons of twists and turns-A misadventure if I do say so myself.

But the way this misadventure starts, is with a little, um, how should I put this? With tons of complications? Ah yes well, this tale is quite an interesting one indeed-Ahnhnn-Indeed.

Well, centuries ago, before the frilly, snooty, unprac- I mean, beautiful and vast mountain Kingdom of Bonnefoy came into existence, becoming one of the supposedly "richest" and "powerful" kingdoms to ever be approached by a man of the sea, such as myself, a load of bollocks that kingdom statement was. Ahem, anyway, I'm getting off track…..

So, before the Kingdom had existed, and the mountainous terrain that covered the large island had yet to be tamed, something small and fragile lived and grew on the very edge of a cliff that overlooked the vast sea ahead, maybe as if it wanted to grow legs and escape to the world it was forced to watch from its place rooted into the soft ground.

Well, on one day, particularly by chance, the Sun that stretched an endless horizon above, it's warm and bright rays shinning for all to see, a drop of powerful and enchanting sunlight fell from the Sun that basked in the Heavens above, and landed right on the small and puny flower, making it blossom and grow into a slender, pale golden flower.

And something, of course, odd happened to that flower. No other flower, had anyone else looked back then, looked like this one. What with its slender pale gold petals with sliver flecks and stem and leaves of a rich green hue and what not, one would presume that the flower had just bloomed. And one probably would have thought that if they had watched that flower over the years since, the flower never aged nor wilted.

So the flower stayed like that for a while, hidden in it's lonely secluded forest area without anyone coming across it for a while, what with the lack of population on the island and what not.

But that all changed. That all very well changed when a towering, tall, and intimidating yet ancient looking woman by the name of Mother Anya stumbled upon the flower, whist walking in the forest one day.

Now, Mother Anya was well, rather twisted to put it tactfully. Not much was known about her history beforehand, only, that she had the innocence and simplicity of a child, but the cruelty of one as well. The elderly woman had long, tangled yet straight looking dulled ashened locks along with aged and dull purple iris that changed emotion on a whim, but looked happy most the time…..In a creepy sort of way…..Ick…..Anyway…..Standing at around 5'9, clad in a long, modest indigo dress, midnight cloak, and odd pale scarf, she lugged a large shovel around with ease in gloved, withered, boney hands, per usual, since she used it to dig up whatever she needed.

Now, I wouldn't be mentioning some bizarre twisted old lady that lives in solitude in the forest randomly would I? Geez, not much faith in what I have to say!...Wait, you do?...Um well, ok….My apologies I guess…..

Anyway, when the intimidating woman found the flower, she was stunned. Never had she seen a flower such as this one. And that's something coming from some hermit who looked like they were born in the forest! Maybe some sort of snowy forest at that! Gazing at the unusual sight, Mother Anya put down her shovel slowly, feeling her old and rickety bones creak in protest, as she approached the flower carefully, as if afraid that it was made out of fragile glass and would break or chip, just because of the rather thunderous wake she usually made when she took a step because of her unusual height. Her aged yet brilliant purple irises gazed at the flower in awe, shock and amazement! For you see, Mother Anya had another unusual trait…

She knew how to create an incantation, without any aid what so ever, as if she had been singing them her entire life, and she could quite possibly have had done just that!

Now standing in front of the flower, gazing down at the slender plant, Mother Anya stood there saying nothing for a moment, just soaking in the vision of the plant, and feeling an odd aura radiate from it steadily, like it was glowing…

Somehow, understanding this odd feeling in the air, unusual since she wasn't one who really read the air much at all, she bent down next to the flower, and took off her gloves that hid her ancient hands, and held them out around the flower, feeling it pulsate. When she looked down, she could see it glow, as if wanting to be closer to someone…

Well with creepy aged purple irises looking at the flower with glee, she took a ragged breath of air, as if she hadn't breathed in years, and began to sing;

Flower gleam and grow,

Let your power shine,

Make the clock reverse,

Bring back what once was mine,

When she sang the first part of the incantation, the flower glowed brighter, and a small wind seemed to blow gently around the flower, then the breeze moved forward and swirled around the mesmerized Mother Anya, who watched as a golden and silver flecked sparkling dust of sorts started to get pulled away from the glowing flower and follow the breeze that was swirling around her. Something about that wind felt different than any regular wind that had swirled around the hearty elder woman all of her life. The way it specifically swirled around her aged body felt, rejuvenating. Breathing it in made her feel something she had been yearning and wanting for so bad that it made her excited enough to want to jump and dance like she hadn't done in years. For you see, Mother Anya only wanted one thing.

She wanted to be young again.

Taking in a shaky and excited breath, the energetic old woman began to sing again, starting on the second part of her incantation;

Heal what has been hurt,

Change the fates design

Save what has been lost,

Bring back what once was mine,

What once….Was mine.

She finished with only a bit of hesitance, as if unsure if the incantation would work. Ah! Now I remember why she knew incantations like I do! There's always a method to someone's madness after all…..

You see, Mother Anya was afraid of only one thing. Not of others, or bugs, or ruffians, nor thugs, no, she was afraid of only one thing;

Death.

In her mind, all she had known was death. Some accounts say that she became afraid after her younger brother killed her older brother, or that her brothers had became old and died or because of a mysterious illness. Whatever the case may be, one thing was for sure, that this crazy old hermit became obsess with staying young and never having to fear death again. After the deaths of her brothers, she started to learn as many incantations as she could learn by herself, since she now lived on the deserted island alone. She read through all the books her family had had before they became deceased, and searched endlessly for any type of supposed anti aging plant, animal, or item she could find. To say that incantations and things possessing the powers of magic or witch craft was an obsession to her had became an understatement. No, it became her life.

Well, creepy back story aside ladies and gents, after singing her creepy, yet surprisingly catchy incantation, she looked down with nervous and hopeful eyes, praying that it would work and this flower was the one, it looked like it from what she had read.

And to her soon to be ecstatic surprise, it did.

The wind with pale gold speckled silver dust picked up and became stronger, with more of the dust in the wind, and swirled faster around the old woman, who watched in shock at the fact that she had finally found what she was looking for, after all those years of searching and almost giving up hope, the object of her inner most desire was finally right in the palm of her hand, almost literally! The breeze started to calm, moving around her like playful smoke as the elderly woman's shock and excitement started to melt away as the dust swirled around her lazily, her newly found energetic emotions being replaced with calming, soothing emotions as she breathed in the lazily swirling dust, her usual ragged breaths feeling…..Different!

She then closed her eyes and sighed, waiting patiently for the rejuvenating feelings that all those books she had read promised her. And that's just what happened. She continued to steadily breathe in the magical and calming dust as her breaths started to sound steadier, like the breathing of a young woman. Her bones started to feel less creaking and ancient like the limbs of an old tree. And instead they felt as strong as sender polls of iron. Her muscles felt slicker, thicker and easier to move than before, lacking the cramps that come with age. Her tangled and matted dull ashened locks brightening with youth and becoming untangled and unmatted, soft, thick and straight just like they use to be, back those many years ago. The wrinkles, crow's feet and laugh lines before disappeared, blending into pale, soft, young skin as her aged purple irises lightened, some lost slight regained, just like the rest of her skin that was covered by her modest indigo dress with a darker blue corset along with her midnight cloak.

Few! The process was now complete, what once was lost for her had finally returned, after so many years without what she had missed. Sighing in calm content, the now pleased woman was close to tears at the fact she had regained the years she had lost over well, the years. Opening her young purple eyes, she looked down at the flower, whose glowing was now dimming down, as if tired from the wish it had completed. Sighing in absolute ecstasy, the tall, now young woman, picked up her dark gloves and slipped them back on, and got up without the usual kinks in her back that now felt refreshed and anew. Blinking back her joyful tears, the woman now faced a serious impending problem.

How was she going to keep this mystical treasure she had found a secret?

Now, you might wonder, why would she need to fret over the flower? Obviously it had taken care of itself for God knows how long and it was in a nice secluded forest area. Not to mention, isn't this desert island suppose to be, oh I don't bloody well know, DESERTED? Well, Mother Anya was a tad paranoid, and probably for good measure. She knew that there were, in fact, maps that could guide one to the island after all, that's how her family immigrated from the now almost abolished tundra country of Anastasia, it's kingdom probably wiped out by now, not having been there in years. And the island did have a very small population years ago, except that elderly people had lived on the island had all died of multiple causes, leaving her and her brothers as the only people still living till they became corpses rotting in the ground as well. She also suspected that if any large threat were to harm the island, well, there was one…..

The Kingdom of Bonnefoy, at that time, the Bonnefoy Empire.

The Kingdom back then, was an up and coming Empire that was in search of a landmass to call its own, and if there was one place it could find land for itself were no one would want to venture and harm it, for fear of being destroyed by a future powerful navy well, the then unnamed island would be a fantastic place to set up a kingdom wouldn't it!

Then again, couldn't Mother Anya ask herself a well thought question of why the Empire would need "her" island if they had been the one's to demolish the Empire, almost Kingdom of Anastasia? Well, the country didn't suit the empire is why. It had been easy to take over and wipe out the inhabinits or capture some as slaves but, that's because of the lack of resources the land had to offer. The nicely sized country had a freezing climate and hard soil, useless for growing any crops or for digging it up if they were in search for gold. The Bonnefoy Empire was rather picky about this and thought of the land as barbaric so, they took what they wanted, and left the land just as quickly as they came. There was one significant thing that did, in fact, come from the invasion though for the Empire. Their leader at the time, whose name I would never bother to remember even if you had payed me my weight in gold to do so, had found dozens of maps and charts that gave cordites to an island that was said to be kissed graciously by the Sun itself, and had yearlong Summers.

So in all, Mother Anya had every reason to be worried sick about her gift being found and taken away from her.

Few! Another mouthful of words eh? Anyway, after getting up and contemplating her actions, Mother Anya knew what she was going to do, understanding that she would need the flower's mystical properties to survive if she wanted to cheat death like she had always wanted. Using her gloved hands, she took the limbs of a nearby bush and started breaking them so that she could create a fake bush to cover up her flower, hiding it from the world and keeping it to herself.

And that's how the flower stayed for centuries in fact. Selfish sounding I know! Yes, Mother Anya was in fact thankful for the gift but, she didn't want anyone else to have it, even if she were to meet someone who as dying she probably wouldn't have even mentioned the Sun kissed plant to anyone. Nope, all she did was continue to live off the plant's magical properties, so whenever she felt older or sick, she go find it and uncover it, singing the incantation and regaining whatever she had physically lost.

But as the centuries started to come, people came to the secluded island too. As luck or chance, again, would have it, the Bonnefoy Empire had found its new home, and when the leading ship arrived on the island, other ships of the powerful Empire did too. The island was no longer a lonely one stranded at sea anymore, which made Mother Anya even more paranoid than before, checking up on the flower more than just once a day.

But, she couldn't stop change. Another century pasted and the Kingdom of Bonnefoy had became an established kingdom of its own, and renaming the island the Island of Solaris. And it was at this point that the current ruler, the idiotic, snooty, woman of the night, throws herse-Errgg, fine, sorry then, geez. Ok, the current ruler, Queen Françoise nee` Bonnefoy, was a widowed queen who was about to have a baby-well, babies. Ok, so technically, she was about to have twins. She had fallen ill though, and she was ready to give birth at any minute and if she wasn't cured soon, she might die. So, the Royal Co-Captains of the Palace Guards, Gilbert Beilschmidt and Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, instructed a search for a plant that they had heard the Royal Healer, Tino Väinämöinen, mention. He had said he had heard of a plant that was kissed by a drop of sun, and that if it was boiled down into a liquid form and consumed, it would heal you of any illness. Having no other choice at this point, and knowing that if she died before she gave birth to her twin heirs, that the kingdom would collapse without a ruler. Weakly, ready to faint at any moment from the pain and the illness, Queen Françoise agreed and ordered Captain Beilschmidt to lead the search for the supposed mystical flower.

With the sense of impending doom and anxiousness in the air, Captain Beilschmidt ran off and fetched one of the fastest, yet rudest horse reserved for either he or Captain Fernandez Carriedo, the fiery pure bread stallion, Lovino. Mounting the angry red brown male stallion with some difficulty, he and the rest of the guards he had picked organized for the search made their mad rush out of the palace grounds and across the white cobblestone bridge that lead into outer kingdom territory

In a blinding rush of hearty men mounted on powerful, pure bread stallions of different heights and hues, their lean and hard muscles rippling under smooth coarse stallion coats, the well sized search party road into through the darkness of the night sky and into the dark, mysterious shadows of the forest that lead upward, the trees growing on every bit of land of the mountainous region that it could manage to grow on. With two men on either side of the search party heard, each pair holding out a lantern to guide them through the shadowy forest, as Captain Beilschmidt dismounted the cranky stallion Lovino , handing the reins over to a his younger brother, that was also in a high guarding position, a strong, hearty guard by the name of Ludwig Beilschmidt. Unsheathing his sword, he split the large search party into four and ordered them all to go in different directions, and to yell for the other parties as soon as they found the flower.

And so the search parties ran through different parts of the forest, each with a lantern of their own to guide them through the shadow filled forest, the trees looking stretched and wicked, their appearances manipulated by the slender nighttime shadows that were being cast by the full moon above. Holding out his party's lantern, Captain Beilschmidt lead his group with confidence through a thicket of uphill trees and bushes, never faltering in his steps through the thick scenery of oak and maple trees, wild flowers, and tall grass.

Little did they know though, that a little ways ahead, to the right of the path that they were making as they searched, that a certain tall and intimidating Anastasian was close to the object needed to save their Queen. That's right ladies and gents, Mother Anya had heard the thunder of hooves and the yells of the search party and became frantic to go and check up on her flower, terrified that they would find and uncover it.

You see, Mother Anya was actually rather oblivious to the fact that Queen Françoise was ill in bed and about to give birth to future twin monarchs. So, in her slightly one track mind of stay young and cheat death for more than a century or two, she was about to faint out of anxiousness not to mention, she was starting to age again. With wide, dull, terrified purple eyes, Mother Anya rushed as fast as her quickly aging body could carry her. It was rather easy though since, well, she had been walking this path for over at least three centuries after all.

The only problem was, her frantic pace made her almost trip and, her steps sounded thunderous, practically loud enough to wake up the whole forest. That would hinder the secrecy of where you were headed off to, now wouldn't it.

Back with Captain Belischmidt's search party, the group had finally begun to reach level ground, and, unbeknownst to them, they were actually closer to the flower than they thought. In fact, they almost walked right pass small path to their right, and they would have too if they hadn't heard the thundering footsteps of Mother Anya.

Immediately, Captain Beilschmidt stood still and stopped his search party, all of whom were deathly silent as they listened to the sounds of some tree branches to their right snap and thunderous footsteps hitting the forest floor and retreating farther away from the silent search party.

For a few seconds, no one moved or dared to breathe. All they did was stand there, listen, and wait for their Captain's orders.

And after a few more seconds, they finally heard their order.

"Follow those footsteps you dumbkopfs!"

And so the smirking and confident Captain Beilschmidt and his men, for a better word, slightly terrified men ran after the thundering footsteps of the mighty Mother Anya as fast as they could while trying not to get hit in the face by broken or troublesome tree branches that were in their way.

And as cliché as this might sound well, their fast and almost clumsy tracking efforts were well rewarded. After following Mother Anya's footsteps, the group had made it to a cliff area that out looked the dark, but shining outlined vast sea ahead. Whatever had made those footsteps was nowhere to be found, making the group curious as to what could've made such a loud sound, along with those huge tracks that looked like the indentation of someone's boots…

Well anyway, Captain Beilschmidt stepped forward, holding out his group's lantern and used its dimming light to search around. Easily, he managed to locate the fake bush that Mother Anya used to cover up the flower and approached it with slight confusion and curiosity. Why was this bush growing away from the other bushes in this secluded vicinity of the forest?

Silently, he put down his lantern and signaled for the others to stand still at attention and wait for his next order. Carefully, without making any noise, the Captain approached the bush and slowly, almost as if for dramatic effect, he gripped the edges of the bush and to his surprise, they were easy to grip. Curling his lips into a Cheshire grin, Captain Beilschmidt threw the fake bush off of the flower and to everyone's surprise, the glowing plant was sitting right under it, glower brightly as if for the whole world to see.

So, as you can imagine, the smaller search party called for the other groups, uprooted the plant, and were ready to ride to the Moon on their thorough bread stallions because they were so ecstatic that they had found the flower, and were now able to save their Queen! But in the shadows, a few feet away from the cheering, excited group of palace guards, the dull purple eyes of an angry old woman was watching them, chanting a horse, "Kolkolkolkol," Under her breath, her pupils dilated in anger at the sight of her flower being un rooted by those men. In fact, Mother Anya would have just stood there and watched in her rage, if not for a spark of an idea, a plan if you will, had sparked in her head so suddenly. It was perfect! It was simple;

If they were going to take her flower to the palace, why not just follow them and take it back.

So as the search party retreated from the secluded cliff area, magical flower kissed by the sun in tow, the old woman followed them only a few feet behind.

Back at the castle, everyone was worried sick about the Queen. Tons of important people stood, crowded worryingly around their unconscious beloved queen, especially the other Co-Captain of the Royal Guards, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. Nervously he raked a gloved hand through his short brown locks, his passionate green irises drowning in anxiety as he watched the exit out of Queen Françoise's bedchambers and the unconscious Solarian Queen below him.

And just as everyone was about to give up hope of the search party's return, the door to Queen Françoise's bedchamber's opened up with a slight creak as the form of a tall, smirking, albino looking man stepped through the door frame, holding in his own slightly dirty gloved hands a shimmering gold and silver speckled flower.

Nobody moved for a second as they looked at Captain Beilschmidt in shock, some in great relief. The only one who approached him first was the Royal Healer Tino who took the flower, relief and joyful tears in his chocolate irises, as he took the plant over to the silver bowl of boiling water, and place the flower in it.

People started to move then, relief and joyful tears in their eyes too, as they looked at the heroic captain graciously; his eyes lit up in happiness, while his small yellow pet bird resided on his shoulder with pride, and chirped a small tune in response to the success.

You think people would be jumping and dancing with ecstasy right about now wouldn't you….. But well, that wouldn't be much of a good idea while the Royal Healer was trying to boil the only magical flower on the island now would it?

A few minutes passed as the water boiled the magical flower steadily, the slightly golden looking smoke that was rising towards the bedchamber ceiling and floating rather lazily, the silver flecks in it accented by the slowly burning candles that lit up the room for the night, allowing everyone to see one another and their ill Queen in the dark. The air stayed tense and impatient as everyone watched the blonde healer work on brewing the concoction correctly, knowing he had only one chance.

Then finally, with sweat ready to drip off his brows, his face flushed with the heat of the steam rising from the boiling water, Tino took out a silver flask and dipped it into the boiling water, as everyone watched on, entranced by the blonde's action to fill the flask, obviously signifying that he was ready to heal their Queen.

Gently, Captain Beilschmidt approached the unconscious form of Queen Françoise and gripped her slightly tensed up shoulders carefully, and then shook her to get her to wake up.

Slowly, weak, exhausted looking azure irises squinted open, dull with pain. Drawing back with an uncharacteristic frown, Captain Beilschmidt signaled to Royal Healer Tino that Queen Françoise was awake and ready to drink the hopefully healing serum. Turning around, his pupils dilated with nervousness, wondering if the drink would work, the blonde quickly made his way over to Queen Françoise's bedside. Carefully he lowered the flask and helped her drink it slowly so she wouldn't choke, and slowly she drank the entire flask while trembling, her body racketed with sickness.

The room was silent with anticipation again, which is starting to feel rather tiresome for me to say over and over again….. Jeez you think she'd hurry up and pop out those twins by now! Errg….. Anyway, after a few minutes of silence, something started to happen;

The Queen almost bolted right up, her constant trembling completely gone, as she cried out in pain while gripping her abdomen, her silky blonde tendrils tousled about like a natural bed head. Everyone backed away quickly in fright, startled by Queen Françoise's sudden outburst. Almost warningly Royal Healer Tino approached the spastic Queen who was writhing in pain. Carefully he put his own hand on her stomach and felt something;

Something or rather, two something's were kicking inside Queen Françoise's abdomen.

Excitedly the Royal Healer alerted everyone that she was about to give birth, making the other people in the room start to crowd around their Queen, only to be shooed off into a corner of the room by the Captain Fernandez Carriedo.

Well, I'll um, spare us all the rather in-depth details of childbirth and skip to the details what came out of said childbirth…. Ick, thank goodness I wasn't there, I don't know how that Royal Healer didn't throw up his dinner helping with someone's own childbirth…..

Well, after helping Queen Françoise quite lengthy child birthing process, Royal Healer Tino motioned for the group of important persons in the corner and the Captains to come and join around Queen Françoise's bedside, the Queen in question was now sitting upright, smiling down fondly at the two bundles in her arms.

That's right, the twins were finally born.

Boy or Girl you may ask?

… Grr….. Fine, they're girls are you happy?

Well they were two very different new born girls actually.

Held in the Queen's arms were two beautiful twin girls with flowing hair. One girl had soft looking features that made her out to be soft spoken, maybe even invisible. She was very quiet, only giving one loud cry when she was born, signaling that she was healthy but other than that she only whimpered or cooed softly. She had soft purple irises that shone with love and affection, along with soft, pale, pudge like newborn skin that looked like it gave a soft glow, especially her rosy cheeks. What made her look different from her sister was her wavy, blonde hair that naturally framed her pudge like face, along with her unusual, hair thin curl that protruded outward from the top of her head. She looked almost like a carbon copy of her mother. Tousling the newborn's silky, wavy hair, she fondly named her Madeleine or Madeline.

Now the other newborn on the other hand, was completely different. She cried loudly, and I mean loudly when she was born. Thankfully, that was only for a few minutes since, the newborn girl thought it would be funnier to tug on her mother's wavy blonde tendrils instead and giggle as the way her Mother yelped the first time. The newborn had straight brown blond tendrils that were parted, giving her more bangs on the left side of her face than the other. She had energetic azure irises that gave a slight glint of mischievous as she looked up at her Mother. Her pudge like skin didn't look as pale as her sister's, having a tad more color to it along with rosier cheeks. She too had skin that seemed to glow slightly, along with another unusual trait, which a thick cowlick protruding in the front right out of her parting, refusing to go down no matter how much one would want to try to keep it down. Smirking slightly at her energetic new born daughter, Queen Françoise named her Amélie or Amelia.

Yes everyone was overjoyed at the success of the child birth and that there would be two heirs to the throne…..

Well, everyone except for a certain Mother Anya who was watching from the shadows outside on the balcony. She had seen and heard the whole display, and almost fainted at the sight of her flower being boiled by that idiot healer. What would she do now? Now that the flower was gone, drank to the last drop? Maybe it had something to do with those twins…..

Well, after checking over the newborns, the Royal Healer gave the ok for the Queen to get out of bed if she wanted to. To which Queen Françoise did since, she had an idea in mind, which is probably a bad thing considering her-OW! Ok! No need to slap me for telling the truth! Geez you wanker! Ergg fine! I'll quit adding in my own personal opinions about Queen Françoise alright! Ok, anyway, with the help of her captains, she carefully got out of bed, almost falling over out of exhaustion from well, you bloody well know, and went over to her personal cabinet and took out two things.

They were beautiful paper lanterns with the crest of Solaris imprinted on them, which looked like an intricate looking Sun that swirled in the middle.

Holding her twin princesses in her arms, the Queen had her Captains light the candles inside the paper lanterns and join her out on the balcony to release then, signifying the successful birth of her daughters.

Out on the balcony, the wind at a wondrous standstill, allowing the slight amount of nighttime humid summer heat to billow around the three people on the balcony as the stars shone brightly in the midnight sky, like diamonds embedded in ebony silk. Looking at her Captains with a warm smile that had a small hint of mischief, she had them release the glowing golden lanterns into the night sky, small tears ready to pool at the corners of her eyes, only to have her hair tugged again by Amelia, making her look down at her energetic daughter with a smirk.

So, it looks like everything is peachy eh? Well….Heh….Mmm well no, no everything wasn't or well won't be… For reasons I'm about to explain in a little bit…..

Well, after releasing the lanterns, Queen Françoise went back inside and walked a snow white marble hallway down from her bedchamber to another one that was rather large. Outside this particular bedchamber loomed an intricate maple wood door with a silver polar bear head as a door knocker, along with enough space for two guards to guard this particular room. Looking at her captains, she gave a command for them to be the night guards of this room, making them surprised to be entrusted with such an important task since, this room was her daughters bedchamber. Letting one of her captains open the door for her, the Queen made her way inside and wore a glowing smile. The room looked just like she had wanted it to.

Inside was a spacious room that had been painted and designed just for two growing princesses. The walls were a lilac color with splashes of purple and other hues of purple, while the ceiling had the crest of Solaris painted on it in gold with a royal purple back round. Lining one part of the room was a maple wood bookshelf that was filled with children's books and other books bound in sheep skin and encrusted with jewels of different hues. The floor was made of royal purple tile and gold mosaic that, if looked from a bird's eye view would show you the crest of Solaris had been tiled and mosaic onto the floor along with some fur rugs made out of sheep, polar bear, black bear, fox and wolf's pelts. A polar bear rug in one corner had a maple wood toy chest sitting on it, filled to the brim with toys of different shapes, sizes and uses. Intricate woven tapestries lined some of the walls, with different scenes ranging from a unicorn running through a moor to a battle scene between the former empire and the extinct Anastasian. A maple wood wardrobe stood in another corner, lined with dresses for the girls to wear, and in the center of the room were two cribs that were under a large chandelier. One crib was light pink while the other was lilac, both of them having a mobile above them that had the crest of Solaris as one of the figures that hung from each of the mobiles. The last thing that was an importance in the room was a door leading out to a balcony that the Queen could stand outside holding her daughters in her arms if she wanted to. Yes, the room was a show of craftsmanship, worthy of any noble.

With pride in her daughters and how wonderful the room looked, Queen Françoise went over to the wardrobe and set her daughters on a nearby maple wood changing table and rummaged through the extensive wardrobe, wondering which nightwear would look good on her daughters. After just a few seconds she found two beautiful night dresses made of the finest silk and embroidered with small rubies on one, and amethyst for the other along with lace for the collar, ends of the long sleeves, and the hem of the dress. Taking the lilac dress, she slipped it over Madeline's silky blond head and tied the back of it and made sure that is was on correctly. Next she took the light pink dress and wrestled with the ever moving Amelia to get the dress over her wild brown blond head. Finally after many tries she got the dress on, almost out of breath, and tied the back of it while giving her rambunctious daughter a look to which said daughter giggled at. With a slight sigh, Queen Françoise racked a pale hand through her wavy, silk like blonde hair and made her way over to a vanity next to the changing table that her daughters were lying on, babbling to one another.

The maple wood vanity had a beautiful crystal mirror embroidered with small gems. The only things sitting on the vanity were two maple wood boxes with a silver lock on each of them, keeping the contents inside a mystery. Smiling softly, something that was quite uncharacteristic for the flamboyant queen to do, she took off the silver necklace around her neck, to which had a silver key hanging from it.

Taking the key, the Queen unlocked the boxes and took something out of them. Two crowns fit for princesses to be exact. Each made of the finest gold and embedded with different shining jewels, obviously showing that they were crafted only for the highest of royals, such as the Queen and her newborn daughters.

Grabbing both the crowns, she went back over to the changing station and looked down at her daughters lovingly. Propping up Amelia and Madeline, she slipped both the crowns on each of their heads and inspected how they looked… And they looked well, except for the fact that the crowns were a little big and had started to slip in front of each of their eyes. Chuckling with her unique laugh of, "Ohonononon~!" Queen Françoise took the crowns back with a smile, slipped them back into their boxes, and locked each box before turning back to her daughters.

Picking up each daughter in both arms, both yawning and rubbing their eyes, Queen Françoise walked over to the cribs and put them in their respective ones, Madeline in the lilac one and Amelia in the light pink one. Tucking in each daughter, the Queen gave them both a light kiss on the forehead, her smile full of radiance and mirth, Queen Françoise then went over to the toy chest and took out the stuffed forms of a polar bear and a rabbit. Walking back over to her daughters, she placed the rabbit in Amelia's crib and the polar bear in Madeline's crib.

After doing so, she went over to a golden rope with a tassel that hung near the door way, to which it connected to a golden fan up in the corner that one would have to manually pull, and gave it a tug, making it blow a soft breeze and put out the candles that made their home in the golden and crystal chandler.

Sighing with content, the tired but very thankful Queen touched the key around her neck fondly while listening to the soft murmuring of her daughters, and with a soft smile made her way silently out the door while her most trusted guards, her Co-Captains, guarded the entrance.

Only, their efforts weren't going to add up to much.

Having saw the Queen exit the room just previously, Mother Anya, her eyes shimmering dangerously, knew she had to think up a backup plan and think of a way to get to the children's bedchamber.

Standing silently in the cooling shadows of the balcony, a plan began to weave itself like an intricate tapestry inside her mind… And a childish smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, giving her an eerie and kind of creepy smile. Swiftly she moved a gloved hand towards her sheep skin satchel that was hidden inside her midnight blue cloak and fingered something sharp inside and pulled it out carefully. It was a knife, connected to a handle made of out the tooth of a large cat of sorts.

With eyes glowing akin to that of a hungry predator, ready to catch its unsuspecting prey, Mother Anya made her way through the balcony door silently and walked into the dark and silent bedchamber of the Queen, without making so much as a falter in her determined steps. Carefully, she pried open the bedchamber door, delighted to find the snow white marble hallway deserted with only candles in golden candle holders welded to the wall as the only light source that danced in the hallway, casting long and slightly sinister looking shadows. Glancing left and right, she only saw the two guards, the Co-Captains, guarding the maple wood door down the right side of the hall. Thinking quickly, Mother Anya silently took off her satchel and threw it down the right side of the hallway, making the Co-Captains perk up and run over to the thrown askew satchel, investigating it and trying to find out where it had came from. Her creepy grin growing bigger, Mother Anya ran swiftly to her right and opened the maple wood door with the polar bear knocker and slid inside, closing without so much as a creek, making her presence unknown to the Co-Captains who were still investigating the mysterious out of nowhere satchel.

Now inside the room, Mother Anya surveyed it with slight curiosity, till she spotted sight of the two cribs, making her curiosity wipe itself clean from her mind, and had now been replaced with her determination to get back her flower. Carefully, she walked over to Amelia's crib and saw something that made her eyes widened.

Inside both the cribs, each girl's hair was glowing a golden glow.

If one could sense Mother Anya's aura right now, one would be able to tell that she was over joyed at the fact that her flower wasn't lost after all! In her mind, all she would need to do was cut a lock off of one of their heads, and maybe it would give her unlimited use just from that one lock of hair!

With her now crazed looking grin becoming wider, Mother Anya lowered her blade, swiftly grasped a lock of Amelia's hair that was growing from the nape of her neck, and cut it, taking the golden glowing strain in her gloved hand and looking at it rather obsessively. But then something happened;

The lock of hair started to dim, turning from a golden brown to a dark brown, dim and without magic.

Staring at the powerless strain in shock, her left eye twitching, Mother Anya threw the stain, her mouth agape as she wondered what to do next till she thought of a new plan;

If the magic was in the children's hair, then why not kidnap them and raise them into a new flower for one's own use.

Releasing another horse, "Kolkolkolkol…" Under her breath, Mother Anya gave a small, childish smile and bent down and picked up Amelia, who kept clutching her rabbit, and Madeline, who kept clutching her polar bear, and walked over to the balcony doors, holding both children carefully in her arms, knowing she was going to have to raise her new flowers kindly, to make sure they would never leave her.

Opening the door, which let out a loud and apparent creek, making Mother Anya "kolkolkol'd" some more as the door opened, allowing her out onto the balcony to which she stood on, her grin becoming creepier and creepier as her eyes glowed till she heard the door to the children's bedchamber open and heard someone yell;

"HALT THEIF!"

Swiftly turning around, her eyes widening in shock, Mother Anya chanted her horse sounding chant even louder as the Co-Captains came racing at her with their swords unsheathed, looking rather enraged that someone would try kidnapping the twin princesses in the dead of night.

Deciding that she would have no other choice but to take the two bundles in her arms now, Mother Anya turned back around and weighed her options as she looked out off the balcony, and decided she had only one choice to which she did:

She jumped.

Falling downwards, eyes opened and her long scarf billowing in the breeze around her, Mother Anya held the twin princesses tight as she made impact with the palace ground below her, the shock of the fall sent through every nerve in her legs as she almost collapsed from the height of the fall.

Rushing over to the balcony, the Co-Captains looked outward with wide, shocked eyes as they saw the disappearing, hidden form of Mother Anya disappear from sight, taking the Queen's newborns with her.

What were the two going to do now? And more importantly, what was Mother Anya going to do with two stolen twin princesses?

….. You know, in my opinion, it's sad really….. I mean, I hate that bloody frog of a Queen but, she only got to spend like what, barely one bloody hour with her own flesh and blood! Seriously… Makes me almost want to tear up except for the fact I'm a sea worn captain! And true captains don't tear up at the tragedies of royalties!

Ahem, anyway, Unbeknownst to the now shocked Co-Captains, Mother Anya was heading off to a place that was even more recluse than where the flower had grown…

Now this hidden spot wasn't just a tiny area no, it was a large, grassy moor that had tons of plants, trees and foliage hiding it, but the center piece of the whole area was a tall, stony tower that rose upwards and only had one window, and no door to be seen from all sides of it if one was only giving it a passing glance. This valley like moor was Mother Anya's home, and that tower she lived in had been there for centuries without anyone ever finding it. The only way there was to go through a well camouflaged cave that had foliage covering its entrance, and to make your way down a slightly winding path, big enough for at least one horse to ride through it, except for that it was well indented into the ground and had limestone stacked beside it, giving it a valley like appearance. Then again, it did lead to a valley after all so that would explain why.

Anyway, walking down the path slowly, her now old bones starting to creak from the effort, the towering yet now slouching Mother Anya made her way down said steep path, trying to be careful in not waking the babies up and to listen for any noises of pursuit or anyone following her. Content that no one was, the aging woman breathed a sigh of relief and thought about raising the royal twins, wondering what she would need to get them in order for them to feel happy and content. Through all this analyzing, the woman felt something that she hadn't felt in centuries…. The feeling felt warm and light, making her heart that felt rather heavy with dread and paranoia feel, as if on air for once in her life. Something about these twin girls, despite the fact that they were her new flowers, gave her something she had never knew she had wanted. But what was it?

I guess that's for her to figure out, I don't want to ruin it for anyone after all and even I'm not completely sure what it is…..I may have an idea! Don't look at me like that! I'm not crazy or anything!

Well, after all that planning, Mother Anya noticed that she was finally home. Smiling brightly behind her cream colored scarf, the quickly aging woman made her way around to the back of the tower, and approached a well hidden wooden door that had a metal door knocker and ivy climbing up and up to the pointed and rather sinister looking roof above.

Gripping the dull and rustic looking door knocker, Mother Anya opened the door that made way for one to see the flight of stairs that lead upward, almost looking like they were built as a stair weld to reach the heavens.

So, Mother Anya started to slowly climb upwards, her back aching and her legs feeling like they would give away from under her as she made her way upwards towards whatever was up at the top of the tower, all while carrying the sleeping forms of two infants holding their respective stuffed and sewn animals.

Finally, after a little while and almost collapsing, Mother Anya made it to the end of the long, swirling path of stairs that lead into a place, that place being her home. Climbing up a bit, the elderly woman helped herself up by gripping the tiled and stony floor of what one could call the entry way to her tower, since the path to the flight of stairs was hidden by a loose floor tile or stone that one could use to cover up said slight of stairs.

Inside the peculiar tower was what one could call a comfy, cozy and serine house hold. Above the hidden escape route or stair weld was a stair case leading to a room upstairs. The walls were painted lilac and were bare, in need of some more color if I do say so myself. In this rounded room, there were tall, metal candle holders that held unlit candles, a bookshelf in one corner next to a tall and beautiful looking standing mirror, and the last thing was a tall, wooden and red velvet chair in front of a fire place that was in between the mirror and bookshelf. Another thing about this room was the window, the only open window in the tower that lacked stained glass in it like the one upstairs did. The window had a few potted plants and ivy growing outside it along with wooden shutters. The next room on this tower floor was Mother Anya's bedroom to the right, and the wonderfully tiled kitchen to the left, that had an indentation in the wall for cooking food in the wooden and iron stove, with countertops built into the sides of the kitchen.

That was really all that furnished the place to be honest, and Mother Anya knew that now that she would have to raise the two girls, the upstairs would have to be their bedroom, and that she would need to get supplies for raising two infants by herself.

Silently, Mother Anya walked over to a shelf right above her bookshelf, and grabbed the handle of an object hidden in the shadows. It was a hair brush, made of silver, its bristles made of the hair of an unknown animal, and on the handle of the brush were some words engraved in the dead Anastasian language.

Taking the brush in her hand, Mother Anya, her eyes shining mysteriously, went over to her tall velvet chair and sat down, the chair slightly groaning in protest to the her weight, caused by her heavy muscles and large boned body. Now sitting down, she took the two infants out from under her midnight cloak and held them both in her arms for a little while, inspecting them and looking at them with a warm glint in her eyes… And that odd warm feeling in her chest… It was as if some sort of Motherly instinct. Taking the silver hair brush, she looked at Madeline's hair and applied the brush to it slowly, her purple orbs staring at the child in her arms, as is absorbing the sight of her hair, while holding Amelia in the crook of her elbow. Brushing the blonde tendrils a few times as she looked down at the young girl possessively and with some anxiety, the elderly woman began to sing the incantation while brushing the sleeping Madeline's hair.

And as she started to sing, the glossy tresses started to glow, starting slowly from the roots all the way to the ends of her hair, along with her hair thin curl. Her anxious eyes slowly turning into relief as she continued to sing, slowly reaching the last verse of the incantation as she continued to brush the young girl's hair, and when she looked down she noticed that her the skin on her arm looked younger, less wrinkled and old. Her worried irises brightening with relief and thankfulness, as she finished the incantation. When it was done the hair finished glowing, dimming from the ends all the way up to the roots. With her quick brushing coming to a halt, Mother Anya put down the brush on the cold, stone and tile floor under her feet, got up, and went over to the beautiful tall mirror next to the fire place.

Slowly, as if unsure if she wanted to look at herself now that the spell was complete, the woman clutched the children tighter as she edged herself over to the mirror. When she finally was fully in front of it, she opened her brilliant purple eyes and looked straight into the mirror and felt herself tense up….In excitement. The incantation had worked! Just like it did when she sang in to the flower those many times previously before.

Yes, her youth was back once again, and now she knew that she wasn't going to die after all, and that her flower wasn't gone forever. With her chilling smile etched across her face, and her eyes glowing in ecstasy, the now young woman cradled the children in her arms happily, now feeling as if she was set for life.

So there you have it! Yes, it this is a long beginning to the story or rather adventure ahead! And I, Arthur Kirkland, am happy to have told it to you! After all, someone besides me has to know, can't take a fun road trip like this to the grave with me when I die after all. And now, now we can get to the brilliant adventure that comes after! Well….After one more thing….

Well, after that eventful night, Mother Anya started to raise the twins as if they were her own, teaching them both how to sing the incantation while she was brushing their hair, and never letting them near a pair of shears, afraid that they would cut their hair, making the death of her flower very much a reality and not a fear in the back of her mind. And, she also never let the twins ever leave the tower, sealing up the doorway at the foot of the tower's back, making it impossible to be found. In addition, after that night that the princesses were stolen, a search was sent out, but no one could find them. With a heavy, depressed heart, Queen Françoise decided that the crowns were to be guarded heavily in the throne room and that on the very night of the girls' birthdays that paper lanterns would be lit and released into the night sky, in hopes that their lost princesses would return… And maybe, maybe they would.

And will they?

Well I'm not bloody ruining the ending for you! You're going to have to read and figure it out for yourselves!

… Will you please?

Hmmmm…..Ok then….. Thank you.

Then let the adventure begin.

Author's Note: FINALLY! IT'S FINISHED! AND ONLY TOOK ME MAYBE A WEEK OR TWO BUT IT'S FINALLY FINISHED! ^^ And now to explain some pretty obvious things everyone!

So obviously, I'm using human names and this has no cannon probability what so ever! Annnnd, it's an adaptation of the movie "Tangled" with some twists and changes and what not!

And as you may have guessed yes, England was the one narrating this beast of a prolog for me! And let me tell you, he's pretty fun to write up.

….Did I mention I love tsunders? :D At least, personified nation ones? :DD

Anyway, this story does have some genderbends, and a shipping in it that is going to be pretty obvious later on! So, let me tell you whose genderbent and what not!

Russia is Mother Anya so, yep! He's a girl! And Belarus and Ukraine are, well were guys….They're deceased in this story so sorry everyone. ^^

France has also been turned into a girl…..Well er- a widow now…. And I'm not sure who the husband is…..If anyone wants to guess they can! ^^ But France is our Queen Françoise!

America is Amelia and Canada is Madeline, who'll be called Maddie by female America. ^^ I just couldn't resist!

And that's really all the genderbends in this story for now….. I might add some more later…. North Italy will probably be a girl if I even mention him later… Not too sure….

Oh and last but not least, this is the only chapter that will be writing told in someone else's narration… Except for the last chapter.

Well then, long author's note aside, I'm on the journey to type the next chapter! So, please review, favorite and read! ^^