Beauty and The Beast:

Once upon a time, there lived a kind prince who made the mistake of rejecting a fairy. Insulted, the creature transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a curse on his castle and all who lived there. Can he learn to love and earn their love before the last petal falls or will he be doomed to live the rest of his days as a beast? SuFin AU and human names used.

The cast:

The Beast: Sweden/Berwald

Belle: Finland/Tino

Maurice: Denmark/Mathias

Gaston: Estonia/Eduard

Le Foo: Latvia/Ravis

Lumier: France/Francis

Cogsworth: England/Arthur

Mrs. Pots: Nyo! England/ Alice

Chip: Sealand/Peter

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia nor do I own the songs from Beauty and The Beast.

"What's got your panties in a twist?"

Arthur stopped pacing to glare at the stable master. The man leaned against his elbows in the hay with a lazy grin that tended to do more than just rouse a blush to his cheeks, his blue eyes not leaving his green. Sighing, the blonde pulled out his pocket watch, "Nothing. I have to get going, the party is about to start."

"Dude, as if Berwald is even going to notice you're not there." Alfred stood and pulled up his trousers and reached out for his boyfriend, "Why don't you stay with me? Alice and Francis can take care of it."

"What have I told you about mentioning that frog's name after we've…never mind." The shorter blonde fixed his hair, "It's bad enough my clothes smell like I've rolled around in a barn-"

"You technically did," said Alfred with a cheeky grin.

"-but my sister will have my head for leaving her to take care of everything herself," finished Arthur with a glare. "Besides you know Francis is. The git is probably chasing more skirts than he is making sure Berwald mingles."

Alfred gave in at the mention of his prince social awkwardness. He knew very well how badly things could get if someone wasn't there to coax him out of his shell and out of all the servants, Arthur was the only one patient enough to do so. Well, Peter too but the boy was more than likely fast asleep. The blonde gave his lover one last kiss and watched him retreat back into the castle. "Ooh, it's going to be chilly tonight," murmured Alfred as he moved to place heavy covers onto the horses backs, "But don't worry, dudes. Ol' Alfie's got ya'lls back."

Lightning cracked the sky, cutting through a cloud just as Arthur shut the door behind him. Heavy rain was drowned out by jovial music and conversations being carried within the ball room. He looked out the window sadly, "I wish Alfred didn't have to stay out there on nights like this."

"You know the master doesn't like leaving the animals alone," said Alice as she walked by with a tray of snacks. She tugged at her brother's pocket watch, "Just look at the time, you git. Do you have any idea how hard it is to run this kitchen and make sure the Master doesn't make a fool out of himself?" She caught herself before she lost her temper and her expression softened, "I'm sorry, brother. It's just that…I feel like something is off tonight."

"You too?"

"What do you mean me too? Have you been feeling weird?"

Arthur tucked a handkerchief into his breast pocket, "Ever since that woman got here, I feel like there's this-"

"Fog surrounding us?"

"Yes." The blonde shook his head, "But I'm sure it's nothing. Come, lets go see to our guests."

~.~

It was silent. So silent in fact, that the only thing that could be heard was the steady heartbeat of the young prince. Breaths were held as servants and guests alike awaited Berwald's answer. Surely he would not refuse the fair maiden's request. She was beautiful. Frighteningly so. Hair long and blacker than the midnight sky emphasized her hazel eyes that gleamed with mischief which proved that she would never bore him. Her lips plump and red would forever whisper sweetly and hotly into his ear. Broad hips and sweet curves that would for sure produce countless heirs for him. So what was he waiting for? There was no doubt that he was going to say anything but ye-

"I refuse," said Berwald bluntly.

Oh, that wasn't the answer the maiden wished to hear, especially not in front of others. Never the less her smile didn't waver though the mischief in her eyes was replaced with steel. "I beg your pardon?"

"I said, I refuse yer proposal."

"May I ask why?"

"Ya know why."

And to be fair, she did. For countless of nights she had tried to seduce him both emotionally and physically but failed each time. Berwald wasn't completely sure why he couldn't be moved by her for she certainly was a beautiful woman despite her cruel nature towards his servants. Perhaps there in laid the problem. Her beauty couldn't hide her repulsive nature.

Laura narrowed her eyes, smile finally dropping from her face, "It's because you're a man lover isn't it?"

"Gender is irrelevant to me. Ya are just a mean person and I will not subject my people to someone like you." Berwald's glasses caught the gleam of light as he addressed her, "And my son hates you."

"Peter? That brat isn't your son. He's nothing more than the sniveling little brother of your head servants. Why should he have a say in the affairs of your heart?"

"My heart? What do ya know about my heart? As a matter of a fact what do ya know about love at all?" The prince stepped down from his throne and walked towards her, "The only reason ya want t' marry me is because your father wants t' secure an alliance with me. Ya don't really love me."

Laura laughed mirthlessly, "Love? You are going to lecture me about love, Prince? You who spend you day carpeting instead of plotting battle formations? You who would much rather feed the wild life instead of hunting it? And when you're not busy doing that, you waste it playing with your son. Face it, Prince, your chances of marrying anyone are slim. I'm your only chance of ever getting a proper wife, whether it's for love or not."

"Nh, 'll find someone someday," snapped Berwald irritably, "And when I do, he or she will love me for me."

A cruel smirk made its way on to Laura's face, "Oh you think so? How about we test that theory?" She held her arms at her sides and rose them up, her hazel eyes glowing gold.

"Mon dieu," cried Francis in alarm, "She's a fairy!"

Arthur rolled his eyes, "Don't be ridiculous frog, there's no such thing as- argh!" The royal adviser fell to his knees in agony, followed shortly by the rest of the staff as the collapsed one by one. All around him he heard screams, dishes were breaking and animals were howling in fear and pain.

Berwald narrowed his eyes in confusion, "What are you-nh!" His body convulsed as a heavy cloud engulfed his palace. Panic. Panic was something he'd never felt before and it sure as hell wasn't something he ever thought he'd feel. Where was Arthur? Francis? Alice? Peter?! His son, he needed to get to-his clothes ripped at the seams as his body became bigger and harrier. Was that fur? What…God! His hands and feet felt like they were on fire, his eyes, mouth, ears, everything was on fire!

In the barn Alfred was trying to calm the animals when a sudden fog made its way inside, "What the hell is-argh!" Dropping to his knees, the stable master twisted in agony until eventually everything stopped. The animals were silent and his vision went black.

Laura lowered her arms and she looked around to inspect her work. The castle no longer shone, now only an empty shell of what it used to be not minutes before his spell. People were scattered across the floor unmoving. But that was to be expected of inanimate objects. A groan came from beside her and she moved towards it.

"Wha-what happened to us," groaned Berwald as he rolled over onto his back. He blinked a few times to get used to the dark but found that he could see perfectly despite his lack of eyewear. Why did he feel like he had been struck by lightning? Gasping, he stood up on wobbly legs only to fall on his face. He growled in pain and it came out like a vicious lion's roar. Bringing a hand to cover his mouth, his eyes widened when he realized that he was touching fur and that his mouth had become a snout…and his hand wasn't a hand but a paw.

Since getting up was too much of a struggle, Berwald crawled over to a silver tray and looked into it. Horns on head, face of a lion wolf…thing, he screamed in horror falling back on his rump. The prince looked down at his body and screamed again. His body looked too much like that of a bear and his feet, oh his feet were paws too! And what was…he wiggled something that he assumed was a tail.

"What have ya done to me," he growled upon seeing Laura standing patiently beside him. Berwald looked around at the new dishes and nick nacks littered the floor where his servants were standing, "What…are those my…"

"My spell affected everyone in this palace including the few guests that were staying the night," explained Laura as she examined her nails, "Not that I'm sorry for that." She noted that Berwald was beginning to sway and it was only a matter of time before he lost consciousness again. Stalking up to him, she kneeled and pulled his face towards her by his horn, "No one will care how kind and gentle you are in this form. They'll hate you, fear you, scorn you for who could ever love a beast?"

~.~

The orange hues of morning had been splashed onto the sky suddenly became dark and ominous the closer Lukas got to the castle. He had rushed over as soon as he felt the wave of dark magic from his cottage within the woods. There had been whispers of the dark fairy's presence in this side of the world but he had dismissed them as mere rumors. Fairies didn't make a habit to come into each other's realms but apparently the dark ones didn't always abide by that unspoken rule.

Had the blonde had no control over his body, his jaw would've dropped at the sight of Berwald's castle. Demonic creatures and thorny bushes replaced the angelic statues and beautiful gardens. The fountains that once spouted crystal like water now spewed slime. Gone was the gentle aurora that surrounded castle leaving a sense of despair in its wake. Lukas walked past the gates, taking in the rest of the court yard. A lone rose caught his attention. He carefully plucked it from the bush and cradled it in his arms, "You survived whatever corruption has washed over this land. Why?"

Vicious roars echoed inside the castle, startling the young man out of his thoughts. Lukas collected himself and rushed past the doors and into the castle's throne room. The inside looked almost as bad as it did outside; dishes, wardrobes, candelabras and others strange objects littered the floor. He knelt in order to reach out a hand over a white and blue china pot and immediately retracted it, "Impossible!" His dull blue eyes widened as he realized what these objects really were. They darted over to a mound larger than the others and cautiously walked over to it, pleading that it wasn't who he thought it was.

Exercising caution again, Lukas lifted the cloak. "My god," he whispered sadly, "Berwald, what have they done to you? What have they done to everyone?"

The prince cracked an eye open to see who had disturbed his slumber. "Nh, Lukas?" He blinked tiredly, "I just had a nightm're…"

Lukas licked his lips nervously, "I'm afraid, old friend, that it wasn't a nightmare."

Blue eyes shot open, memories of last night overwhelming him again. What had that crazy fairy said? "Every…one?" Berwald scrambled to get up and tried to run towards Peter's room. He was there in little to no time at all given his circumstance. Shoving the door open, the prince called out to the boy, "Peter!" The empty bed sent a wave of terror through Berwald, "Peter, where are ya?!" He let out a pained howl as he tossed the bed sheets aside, hoping to find some sign of the little blonde…

"Ow!" The sound of glass breaking caught Berwald's attention. "Arthur? Sissy, is papa's party over? Can I have some cake?"

"Peter?"

"Papa? Why is everything so big?"

Berwald held his breath. Tiny movements came from under the heavy comforter he had carelessly tossed over his shoulder. He waited to see what came out, "Peter…" His heart stopped upon seeing a tea cup roll from under the sheets, a chip running down the edge.

"Papa, why do you sound-" Peter froze upon seeing Berwald, his little blue eyes staring at the monstrosity before him. "A-A…" Tears welled up as he let out a frightened wail, the cry drawing the attention of Lukas and three others who all rushed to the source.

Lukas was mildly surprised to see the cup, a pot, a candelabra and a clock huddled together when he managed to find the boy's room. The objects were staring at Berwald terror.

"Y-you guys, please don't stare," mumbled the prince uncomfortably.

"Your majesty," they all cried out in disbelief.

"This…is unexpected." Lukas looked at his hands then at the objects in confusion. "How are you all moving?"

Peter squeezed out of the protective circle his siblings formed around him and hopped closer to the beast before him, "P-papa? Is that really you?"

And then something happened that the objects didn't expected from the creature before them. The beast carefully picked up the cup and cradled it against his furry chest, "It's me, Peter." He looked at his servants apologetically then at Lukas, "Please, isn't there something you can do? I'm the one who insulted her, can't they be spared?"

Lukas placed a hand on Arthur's wooden head in concentration. When nothing happened, he sighed, "I'm afraid there isn't anything I can do to break the spell but…I think I can add to it." Lukas picked up the Alice buy her handle and inspected her curiously.

"Add to it," she squeaked, "Why on earth would you do that?"

"Well what brought the spell on?"

"His majesty didn't accept Laura's marriage proposal so she did this," offered Francis rubbing the back of his waxy neck, "I think so at least. All I know was that he said that someone would love him no matter what and she did this."

"She said that no one would love a beast," muttered Berwald as he eyed his paws.

"I see."

"How do I break the spell?"

Everyone watched Lukas lean back on a marble nightstand, pale blonde hair that wasn't pinned away from his dull blue eyes by silver clips fell onto his high cheekbones. Thin pink lips were pursed with thought as he played with the rose he had found earlier, "It seems like love is what sparked Laura's anger. She isn't exactly the nicest fairy on good days let alone on days when someone rejects her. And from the looks of…what she did to you, Berwald, I think she sought to make sure that nobody would ever want to be with you."

"But not everything here was destroyed," continued the blonde. He extended the rose with a small smile, "This one survived the curse." He looked at its perfect red petals and nodded with resolution, "Yes, I think that'll work."

Berwald scooted closer, "What? Did ya figure something out?"

He looked back up in time to see Lukas radiate a white light from his person. The sight over whelmed the prince and he brought his forearm to protect his sensitive eyes. When he no longer felt warmth against his cheeks, Berwald lowered his arm. "What did ya-"

"I cleansed as much darkness as I could." The blonde walked over to a table that held a glass dome. A pale pink glow engulfed the rose as he let it suspend within the case. "This is my gift to you."

"Gift? Gift?!" Unreal anger pulsed through Berwald and he pounced on the blonde, knocking him onto the table. "How is this a gift? You didn't do anything," he growled angrily, scarring Peter back to his siblings. Ashamed, Berwald backed away and covered his face.

Despite the display of raw power, Lukas remained unfazed. His blue eyes darted over to the rose, "I'd be more careful, Prince. That rose will play a very important role in your life. I may not have reversed anything, but I have made it possible for you to break the spell. Only…you don't have much time do so."

"What do ya mean?"

"Given your behavior…the beast within you wants to come out. Fight it Berwald. Don't give in to it or all will be lost." The blonde lifted the beast's face by his chin and looked into his blue eyes, "To break the spell, you must learn how to love and earn their love in return."

"I love Peter," interrupted Berwald suddenly. "Doesn't that count?"

"I'm afraid not, your majesty. You two already shared a father-son relationship before the curse. Laura did this because she believes that no one will ever want you in this form. But you have to prove her wrong."

"How am I supposed to do that in this body?"

"You'll find a way." Lukas fixed his robes and made his way back out, "Oh, and I was serious about the rose. Make sure no harm comes to it."

Arthur looked to the blonde, "Why?"

"It's enchanted. The rose will bloom until his twenty-third year. If he does what I told him before the last petal falls from it, the spell with be broken. If not then I fear you and the prince will remain in your current state for all time."

~.~

Nobody heard from Lukas after that though they assumed that it wasn't in a fairy's nature to stay put in the same place for too long. Arthur and Francis had gone to work as soon as possible, sending out letters to alliances requesting hands in marriages. When those didn't work, they sent letters requesting that available suitors men or women be sent to the castle but those always resulted the same way. One look at Berwald sent them running from wince they came.

As the weeks turned into months, the amount of available suitors began to trickle down to less and less. Word got around of the monster that inhabited Berwald's castle and the few suitors that did brave the journy found themselves running. This didn't faze the prince however, he figured if they ran the it was simply because they weren't compatible. After all love could make you see beyond the superficial. At least that was what he kept telling himself as to not lose hope but there was only so much he could stand. To make matters worse, he found himself wanting to succumb to his animalistic side but the promise of finding true love helped keep it at bay.

Eventually months turned became a year and that year gave way to another. Letters stopped leaving the castle and suitors stopped coming. His servants stopped cleaning, stopped cooking. He stopped believing. Despair began to creep into the prince's heart. Who could ever love a beast? The fairy's words kept echoing in his mind making any remaining hope dwindle down to mere embers.

"But 'm not a beast," murmured Berwald to himself as he took a stroll in his court yard. He had long abandoned clothing, finding that he enjoyed being free from the constricting fabrics. For Alice's sake he continued to wear trousers but even those were beginning to get on his nerves. His horse like tail dragged along the snow covered ground. In the distance he saw Alfred, now a coat rack, groom what was left of Hanatamago. The small dog had been turned into a foot rest but still enjoyed being brushed down every now and again.

It would appear that his servants were trying to make the best of things. Though they didn't mention it, Berwald knew that they too were starting to lose hope. Well, almost everyone. Francis, Alice, Arthur and Peter still believed that he would find someone to help break the spell. Something told him that they only believed for the sake of believing. It was truly the only thing they had left.

Berwald froze and lifted his snout to the wind to sniff. His stomach growled at the familiar scent, stag. He followed his nose until he managed to find the creature grazing in a small patch of grass. As soon as he saw it, he knew. He knew he was losing the battle for his humanity. He knew that it was ridiculous to even think there was still a war going on in the first place.

An animalistic growl rumbled in the prince's throat. The snow crunched under his heavy paws as he chased the stag. Berwald managed to force the stag to run towards castle. Releasing another roar, the prince pounced on the creature and bit into his neck, his claws digging into warm flesh until all life was vanquished. Arthur and Peter stared at their prince in horror.

"P-papa!" Peter inched closer to Berwald as the prince tore into the stag. "Papa, wh-what are you doing?!"

Berwald rose his head to glare at the intruder, "Mine!"

The tiny tea cup didn't understand and inched closer, "Why are you-"

"My meat," growled the beast again, the fur on his haunches rising and bloody teeth bared threateningly, "Mine!" Arthur pulled his little brother away just as a heavy paw came down on the very spot the tea cup had been. Berwald continued to feast upon the carcass until he heard a whimper. Looking back up he saw Peter cry softly into Arthur's glass chest.

"What-" The prince caught sight of himself in a dirty mirror. Fur and snout stained in blood from the creature he had just killed in cold blood. A creature that he had so often welcomed into his property before…before when? Why had he ever allowed these things near his castle if not to eat? No not to eat. Stags aren't meant to be eaten. Not like he was at least. In a stew maybe with nice buttery rolls and cold beer. Not raw, not bloody, not like a savage beast.

Ashamed at the mess he had created and fear he had once again struck into his son's heart, Berwald mumbled an apology and ran to his room in the west wing. He studied himself in his mirror again and didn't like what he saw. Who was he kidding? He was ugly and no one would ever want him like this, let alone love. Growling in anger, Berwald grabbed a chair and threw it against the mirror. He dragged his claws down a portrait of himself. What use was it to him now? His past self would only mock him for his stupidity and hideous appearance.

Francis knocked on the door before entering hesitantly, "Master?"

"Leave m' in peace," grumbled Berwald as he looked into a mirror that had been affected by Lukas's magic. It allowed him to see the outside world without having to leave. From what he could see, his subjects and alliances had thought him dead. Perhaps it was better this way…

"Master, there is still once place we have not tried. Our village…perhaps we could send out one more letter and-"

"Nh! No more lett'rs." Berwald carefully sat the mirror down and looked at the rose miserably. "No more." He couldn't bare it anymore. Not the look of fear on suitor's faces. Not the heart break that would come every time they fled. The fairy had been right. She had been right about everything. The prince waited until Francis left before curling into himself on his bed. His blue eyes watered, "Who cou'd ev'r love a beast?"

I did a complete turn around with this chapter. Initially I wanted to make it like the Disney movie but then I thought about how I was writing Sweden's character. Not only was it grossly OC but he was basically Gaston. But then I remembered, the original Beast wasn't a jerk, he was actually nice. Then in another version, the prince was turned into a beast by a fairy because he resisted her seduction. Don't worry though, this is my favorite movie and I plan to do it justice. I won't divert too much. Do ya'll trust me?

Welp, let's get this show on the road lol.

~Until Next Time