I was surprised at the lack of Hetalia/Disney bastard offspring on , so I'm fixing that DX

Basically a parody of Disney's Beauty and the Beast with a SuFin twist. All music has been CUT! It makes me smile *slasher smile*. However, this is NOT crack (unless you count Prussia and Denmark, who're extremely OOC in some ways…) So please, enjoy. REVIEWS AND FAVS ARE LUVED MOAR THAN YU KOOD EVUR IMAGIN.

Disclaimer: Disney nor APH belongs to me. *insert funny reason why here*

Word count: 3,305

Time it Took: Four fucking hours…DX

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The Sun will Rise-Prologue

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle... Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar man came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold.
Repulsed by his haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old man away, but he warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within... And when the prince dismissed him again, the old man's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchanter...

The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for the enchanter had seen that there was no love in his heart, and as punishment, he transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there.

Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose the old man had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his twenty-first year.

If he could learn to love another, and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time... As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope...

For who could ever learn to love a beast...?

Chapter 1:

Sparkling sunshine sprayed through the treetops that fine autumn morning, a cool breeze blowing a the small village hidden by the depth of the woods.

The door opened at a small cottage at the edge of town, a short and slender young teen stepped out holding a small wicker basket in his hand with a single book inside.

He strode down the small dirt pathway, happily swinging his arms back and forth, his shaggy pale blonde hair blowing gracefully with the gentle breeze and vivid violet eyes bright in the sunlight as he walked. He and his brother had moved to this town together a few years ago, and the familiarity was finally setting in, causing a happy grin to spread across the teen's face as he made his way over the stone bridge and into the heart of the undersized city.

As the blonde passed the different buildings, he saw the sleepy faces of the villagers whom were now up and ready to start their days. The breeze once again ruffled his bleached hair as

The teen smiled as he moved into the small village, passing the Italian cuisine store and, upon looking at the door, his eyes locked with bright blue ones.

"Good morning, Finland." the blonde man, Germany, greeted as he passed the boy and walked to the front of his shop, holding his silver platter full of fresh-baked bread.

"Morning Germany," the teen smiled back, trotting over to the eatery.

"Where are you going so early?" the muscular man questioned with a dull look hazed in his blue eyes.

"The bookshop," the young blonde chirped in reply, removing the little blue book from his basket. "I just finished this book and I was going to get another one seeing as I--"

"That's nice..." Germany interrupted, obviously uninterested in anything Finland had to say. Instead, he focused his attention on his wife, a small Italian man that was clumsily stumbling over the different boxes plaguing the bakery, most-likely being the result of an out-of-town shipment. "Italy!" Germany screamed in annoyance, completely ignoring the very person he had started the conversation with. "Hurry up and finish those orders!"

Finland grimaced and shrugged, strolling along once more. Germany and Italy had already lived in the village long before he had moved there, running their own shop selling foods like pasta and pizza, and, despite the rude hostility he often received from Germany, he found the couple's constant antics humorous.

"Look, it's Finland," one woman whispered to another as the blonde walked passed them, watching in curiosity and slight hostility.

"He's always by himself," came another murmur from the crowd.

A large wagon had stopped to load up on some hay, Finland jumping up on the back as the wagon began to move again, his small figure perched just the right size on the back as it began moving down the street. We watched with awareness as the townspeople conversed with one another, some calmly while others were demanding or vicious. Their behaviors had always fascinated him and he had started his daily hobby of people-watching. Finland suddenly found himself on the street he was headed to since the beginning of his journey through town and hopped off the wagon, making his way into the bookstore. He opened the door, signaling the bell to go off above his head as he walked up to the counter.

"Ah, Finland-sama," smiled the bookseller, a petite man named Japan. He bowed slightly in welcome. "Good morning. You certainly are here early."

"Good morning to you too, Japan. I've come to return the book I borrowed."

Japan's deep brown eyes were bright, friendly. "So you have finished it already?"

Looking slightly embarrassed, Finland rubbed the back of his head and ran his fingers through his short locks. "It was pretty hard to put down. I guess I don't have much of a social life. So, anything new come in today?"

Japan shook his head. "Nothing since yesterday morning, I'm afraid."

The violet-eyed teen climbed up on the ladder on one of the bookshelves, searching through the different colored books and the names. "That's all right…I'll just get this one again." He pulled a book off the shelf and passed it to Japan, who examined the cover with a surprised expression before meeting Finland's gaze once again.

"That one again? You enjoy it that much?"

"Well it's my favorite." Finland smiled sweetly, swinging off side on the ladder, making it roll down on its track. "It has everything; romance, mystery, action and drama…"

"Well, if you like it all that much…" Japan began, smiling, "…then you are welcome to keep it, Finland-san."

The blonde's vibrant mauve eyes widened with surprise. "Really, I can keep it?"

"Of course," the Asian man replied warmly. "It's an old book anyway. The only times it gets borrowed is when you come into town."

"Well, if you're sure, then thank you, Japan-san."

Finland then slowly left the bookstore, already flipping open the book and becoming completely engrossed in the story, unconscious to the small group of men that were eyeing him while he was in Japan's bookstore.

"There goes Finland, the lonely soul," they joked to one another.

The blonde's eyes were wide as he continued reading his book, eyes unseen to the world around him as he jumped through a jump rope and patted a little girl on the head and even managed to dodge out of the way of a watery pipe all without removing his purple eyes from the words on his hardback. The comments swirled around him but his ears remained oblivious.

"I wonder if he may be ill."

"He always looks so dazed."

"Always reading those books of his. I heard that over reading can cause the brain to overload."

"He'll probably never be normal."

The unseen path Finland was taking by instinct had carried him to a large fountain, and he sat on the warm stone edge, noticing the sheep around him that were brought in by a shepard who intended to sell their wool. The Finnish teen began showing the animals gathering around him the page he was currently reading, explaining the exciting plot to his new friends, pulling away slightly when one of his new friends began eating the page. He stood once more and made his way down the stone-patched streets, avoiding all obstacles that came his way. At one point, Finland passed a hat shop, an overweight blonde woman and the hat shop owner watching him as he went.

"He's handsome, there's no doubt, but he's so weird. He just keeps to himself," the woman stated.

The man nodded. "He'll probably never fit in. Such a shame, really."

Overhead in the sky, a flock of geese cawed by. A gunshot sounded through the air and one of the graceful birds plummeted to the ground after being struck by the passing bullet.

A skinny Asian man with greasy black hair with one wild curl sticking out panted as he ran over, holding out a bag for the falling bird, but missed as the dead prize hit the ground next to him. He grabbed the bird and tossed it into his bag, quickly turning on his heel and rushing back over to the shadows.

"Wow Prussia! You hit that bird right out of the sky! You're the best gunman ever!"

A tall, pale figure with spiky white hair moved out of the shade beneath a shop, blowing the smoke away from his enormous gun and smirking arrogantly, several animal skins slung over his shoulder.

"No need to remind me of my awesomeness..." he exclaimed, rubbing his fingernails against his jacket and bringing them back up to examine their perfection.

"Huh, no beast alive stands a chance against you! And no girl for that matter!"

"It's true, Korea," Prussia sneered, pulling the Asian close. "And I've got my sights set on that one!" The tall man with dark hair pointed to the bookwormish teen walking down the road, Finland, oblivious to the world around him as his eyes never strayed from his book.

"The inventor's brother?!" Korea nearly shrieked, obviously confused as of why Prussia wanted a teen instead of a girl. Sure, the kid was plenty girly, but still…

"He's the one!" Prussia persisted, his crimson eyes lustrous in the sunlight. "The lucky boy I'm going to marry!"

"But he's--" Prussia recklessly tossed all of the animal skins to Korea, almost knocking him to the ground.

"The most beautiful person in town!" the red-eyed man finished.

"I know, but--" Korea was cut off again by Prussia then tossing his gun to him, which hit the bridge of his nose and caused the dark-eyed man to groan in pain.

"And that makes him the best," Prussia added with a cocky grin. "And don't I deserve the best?"

"Well of course, Prussia, but--"

"Right from the moment he and his crazy brother moved to this humble little village, I just knew that he'd be the one I would marry." He acted as if he wasn't merely talking about himself and checked his hair and teeth of his reflection in a metal sign."He's the second most beautiful person in town…" Too caught up in his appearance, Prussia had missed the young teen who walked by swiftly, still caught up in his book.

"So I will make Finland my wife!" Prussia glanced back up, losing the blonde teen completely. He turned towards the crowds of people in the village and just barely caught the boy's brilliant green trousers and he marched after him.

Sitting around the town well, three girls, Seychelles, Belgium and Taiwan, watched as Prussia hurried off after the Finish male. "There goes Prussia!" Taiwan gasped, a blush painting her cheeks as her fellow girls began to squeal with her in excitement. "He's so cute!"

"And handsome!"

"Not to mention manly and mysterious!"

Finland easily moved through the crowd, managing to avoid those around him while his eyes stayed glued onto the pages of his book, Prussia pushing through the people to try and get to his "future wife".

"Just watch, he'll be begging at my feet in no time!" the red-eyed man proclaimed to Korea as well as himself. However, the townsfolk had doubled in size during the events of the morning and soon the streets were swarmed by eager playing children, desperate mothers and wives and working men so that Prussia could no longer see Finland in the swarm. The gossip was still thick in the air, and, for the first time that morning, Finland seemed to hear some of it coming from the massive crowd behind him. The blonde blinked, looking up from his book and glanced over his shoulder, his eyes curious, but everyone had dispersed and were now going their separate ways. He shrugged, wondering quickly if he was becoming paranoid before returned to his story below.

Having to result matters the hard way, Prussia had to climb over the poorly tiled rooftops to get to Finland, finally jumping off and landing right in front of the younger male, grinning widely and showing his pearly white teeth.

"Hello, Finland."

"Hello, Prussia," murmured Finland, not looking up from his book out of lack of interest.

Prussia trailed around the shorter figure and playfully snatched the book out of the teen's hands.

"Prussia, may I have my book, please?" Finland asked, looking a little irritated at Prussia's actions, sounding as if he were speaking to a five-year-old.

"How can you read this?" Prussia replied, moving the book in all sorts of angles and flipping through the pages. "There's no pictures!"

"Some people don't need the pictures to know what's going on," the blonde frowned, trying to grab the novel back out of the much, much taller man's gloved hands.

"Finland, I think it would be best if you forgot all about these silly books…" the red-eyed man paused, tossing the book over his shoulder and into the dirty, muddy ground. Finland, wide eyed, quickly hurried over to it and picked it up, "…and paid attention to more important things..."

Glanced up at the albino man while wiping the mud off the book with his shirt, Finland frowned, his violet eyes narrowing.

"Like me..."

Seychelles, Belgium and Taiwan, who were standing offside watching, all sighed together.

"Everyone in the town is saying the same thing," Prussia continued. "It's not right for a person like you to read--soon he starts getting ideas...and thinking..."

"What a primordial concept, Prussia," the boy muttered angrily, still cleaning off his book. The tall man chuckled and wrapped his arm around Finland's slender shoulders.

"Why thank you, Finland."

Finland rolled his eyes, wishing that this annoying man would leave him alone.

"Say, how about we go to the bar and get a few drinks?" suggested Prussia, that arrogant smile still spread over his pale face. "It's never too early for some whiskey."

"Maybe another time..." Finland commented, removing Prussia's firm arm from his shoulders.

"What the hell's wrong with him?" Belgium asked cynically.

"He's totally crazy if he refuses Prussia!" Taiwan growled, jealousy clouding her tone.

"He's so amazingly gorgeous!" Seychelles sighed, referring to Prussia.

"Please, Prussia, I can't..." Finland explained, irritated by the other's irritating persistence. "I have to get home and help my brother with his new project."

Korea, who had joined Prussia's side, laughed loudly.

"You're brother's insane! You should send him to a loony bin before they're forced to drag him there!" Both men laughed heartily, earning a frown of disgust from the blonde, looking as if he was prepared for murder.

"Don't you dare talk about Denmark that way!"

"Yeah, don't talk about Denmark that way!" Prussia snapped to his partner, conking the Korean on the head.

"My brother's not crazy! He's a genius inventor that will make us millions with his ingenious creations!" Finland defended angrily. The irony, of course, was the explosion that overtook his cottage's cellar, clouds of smoke and dust spouting through the windows. The young teen gasped and quickly rushed back to his home, still able to hear Prussia and Korea laughing as he left them at the bridge.

Finland reached the basement doors, immediately greeted by a huge wave of black smoke upon opening them. He coughed, covered his mouth and moved inside the danger zone.

"Denmark?" he called, attempting to clear the smoke up by waving his palm through the thick dust.

Lying on the floor a few feet away appeared to be the shape of a young man, perhaps in his early twenties, his insanely spiky blonde hair frizzed and tangled atop his head. Right next to him was a giant machine which was what was causing the heavy amounts of smoke, the mechanical insides wheezing.

"How the hell did that happen...?" the other blonde muttered, sitting up and looking a bit dizzy.

"Are you all right, Denmark?" Finland asked, kneeling down beside his elder brother.

The man, Denmark, opened his blue eyes to find his sibling staring at him worriedly; he flashed a reassuring smile. "Hey Fin, I'm fine. It's just this goddamn piece of junk here," he growled, standing up and giving the machine a good hard kick. Finland couldn't help but smile as he too stood back up.

"Just settle down. No need to take it out on your recent contraption."

Denmark huffed angrily and crossed his arms, glaring at the invention.

"I might as well give up on this thing. It won't work."

"Well, you should fix it and find out..." Finland murmured with a mature smile, lightly whacking his brother in the shoulder. "Otherwise you won't win the fair tomarrow…"

Denmark refused to look at his younger sibling, harrumphing and tensing up a little more.

"...and become a world famous inventor!"

The man with blue eyes sighed and glanced at the shorter boy.

"You really believe that, Finny...?"

"I always have," Finland responded. "…And never call me that again. Ever."

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Ignoring Finland's threat, Denmark's mood did a flip-flop and turned in the opposite direction. "I'll have this thing fixed in no time!" He knelt down on the floor and slid up under the machine, clinking and banging sounds rising from below. "Hand me that dog-legged clincher there, would ya' Fin..."

The Finish teen turned to his brother's tool box, searching through the tools before finding the one Denmark needed and passing it to him.

"So, you went to town today?" he asked. "What'd you do?"

"Kiku gave me a new book," Finland replied calmly as he crossed the room. "Denmark, do you think I'm...weird?"

"My brother?" the blonde man asked, sliding out from underneath the machine. "Weird? Where the hell did you hear that?"

"Oh, I don't know..." the other murmured. "I just feel like I don't belong here. I'm out of place."

"What about that Prussia?" Denmark posed, reaching for another tool by his legs. "I heard he's got the…"

"Don't finish that!" Finland exclaimed almost in a shout. "He's a rude and immature moron. I can't stand him."

"Well, don't worry," the older man replied, moving out from underneath the machine and standing up next to Finland. "'Cause, through my awesomeness, I have made the machine that will change the world!"

He swallowed and then grasped a lever that made it start, pulling on it and causing it to whir and wail. The machine began viciously chopping at the wood with the attached axe, the successfully split wood falling to the brother's feet.

"It works!" Finland exclaimed in excitement, violet eyes widening in surprise.

"It does?" Denmark asked, watching as another piece of wood soared over their heads. "It does!"

"You did it!" the younger of the two laughed happily, wrapping his arms around his brother's torso. "You really did it!"

"Hitch up Tony, Fin! I'm off to the fair!" Denmark proclaimed, standing tall and proud, ready to drive off to show his invention to the world. Lost in the excitement, the spiky-haired blonde grabbed the axe from its holder and held it on his shoulders proudly. Finland's smile fell and an exasperated expression fell over his face as he sighed. His faith in his brother was dropping again slowly by the minute.

To be continued…

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This got REALLY rushed after a while, cause it took so long to edit everything. I've never written something this long before…Sorry if it sucked.

I was originally planning on making this either a GermanyxItaly or a RussiaxChina but chose SuFin cause a Beast version of Su-san equals awesome. That and Finland always struck me as a bookworm-ish kind of person.

Haha, Prussia fits Gaston FAR TOO WELL (I know pairing him with poor Finland is weird, I don't like it either, but Su-san will come rescue him soon!). And Korea got the sidekick role through a long discussion with my friend Nalini, who said he seemed like a villain lackey XD. Ah, Denmark, he's way too OOC for my taste, but role with it, I'm too lazy to make it anything else. I always thought of the Nordics as brothers like the Baltics (but I pair them together anyway), so Denmark was picked to be Belle's father (or brother in this case).

As for Seychelles, Belgium and Taiwan, they were picked randomly. Hungary got a main role (guess which one…) so she couldn't be one of the bimbettes. And I wanted to add Tony especially after this week's episode. He'll make a fucking awesome horse.

Reviews fuel my human value, so if you review it's like giving this poor teenage failure a hug and cookie. And cookies make me happy. Updates soon depending on the reviews!