Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

The Village was called Cendré-terre, named after the great wild fire that burned half the country. Built from the ashes of the land, the soil became rich with nutrients made for raising crops, luring in many grateful farmers and people who just want to live a simple lifestyle. It was a beautiful country, filled with life all around and no one in all the land seem to be cheerless.

Well . . . almost everyone.

There is a forest in the center of the land, where many travelers pass everyday to do whatever travelers do, and in some occasions a lady of the night may be standing by a tree, trying to earn money by 'doing business'. Anyway, if is there was one part of the whole forest the travelers would never dare to go through, or even pass by, it would probably be what the locals called Rückzug des Teufels.

A young man, with crimson eyes and silver locks, sat at the head of a table where he was bored out of his mind while he awaited for his dinner. One could say that the young man wasn't one to wait.

For anything.

"Was das Bumsen! It's been a fuckin' hour already, where the hell is my food!" yelled the man

He was answered by the sound of pots banging against the floor and wall, with a distant clashing sound of dishes breaking. And from the sound of it, a very panicked cook.

He sighed; it was going to be a long night . . .

At the exact moment he did so, he was suddenly face-to-face with a small Italian who came out of the kitchen flailing his arms in the air. "Spiacente! I was trying to make t-the . . . umm . . . what is it called? . . . Pasta~ . . . no wait. . . . Not pasta . . . . . . Oh! . . . Umm . . Hmm . . . . I lost it again . . . wurst! yeah that's right! a-and then I . . . r-realized that the f-frying to cook it with was m-missing . . . t-then I remembered that the m-maid was using it to s-scare off Francis nii-chan a-and—"

"Enough!"

The Italian stopped.

The man raised a pale hand to gently rub his aching head. "Mein Gott, sprechen Sie sure viel . . . forget about it I could live a night without dinner, beside if I couldn't that wouldn't be very awesome of me, now would it"

The small Italian nodded his head in agreement.

"You're excused for now. Feliciano"

"Y-yes your majesty. . . "Stuttered Feliciano as he hurriedly sprinted to the kitchen, successfully avoiding a wall.

The bored young prince stood to go off into his younger brother Ludwig's chambers, where he was sure he was doing what he always did in the evenings, paperwork. As he approached the double doors, he roughly open the door making sure it hit the wall, and maybe hoping to leave a dent.

"Yo! West you think you could head towards that pub down the road and fetch me a barrel of beer, we ran out" said the young prince, sitting on the chair that was next to his little brother's desk.

"I just got some the other day" said the blonde

"Well. . ."

"Brother"

"What! I didn't do anything wrong, besides you need to get out more, meet new people . . . . Or at least get laid"

"Brother!" The younger male blushed red at the comment; he looked away before his older brother could say anything more "why don't you go to the pub yourself, who knows you might get lucky as well"

"Yeah right, the only reason those stupid sluts even bother with me is because I'm just another rich noble they could mooch off. I would think at least one of those low-lives can see the awesome-ness radiating off of me!"

"But you're not just a rich noble"

"No shit, but these dumb fuckers can't tell royalty when they see it" the silver-haired man didn't bother straighten his daily uniform as he stood to walk out of his brother's chamber "oh by the way, we should probably hire a different cook, that little guy can't really make a simple dish that isn't pasta. We should hire a French chef, I heard—"

"No"

"What?"

"We're not hiring a different cook"

Crimson eyes had a menacing glint to them "why is that?"

The blonde gazed down at his paper before muttering "no reason"

The young prince was about to comment, but deciding against it. "Whatever, anyway I heading toward the bar, since I realized it would be very un-awesome of me to have your lazy ass get me a frickin' barrel of beer, see ya West!"

"But I thought you said you'll be bothered by the moochers"

"Yeah, but I got an idea"

MEANWHILE:

"Mattie~ please!" said a very jumpy blonde, "it'll be fun!"

"No! I refused to even step a foot out of my door, just go by yourself Alfred!"

"Aww~ but what's the whole point of you wearing 'that' if no one is going to see it, besides its not tike anyone would recognize you" Alfred wasn't about to have his younger brother hide out in his room for the rest of the night, not when he was wearing 'that' "you know if you didn't lose the bet you wouldn't be in there, wearing—"

"don't say it out loud!" yelled Matthew," please! I really don't want to go. I'm ashamed as it is. . "

"Oh come on~ I promise not to announce it to anyone. I'll just say you're a distant cousin"

"It doesn't change the fact I'll w-wearing this!"

"Well . . . it doesn't really matter now since you lost, besides its part of the bet!"

The door was suddenly swung open; revealing a very flustered blonde, wearing what seems to be a black and gold laced over-bust strapless corset that snuggly wrap around his torso. What the poor Canadian didn't realize is that he had his hands on his hips, making it seem very feminine and strangely . . . attractive.

"Hey! Why aren't you wearing the matching skirt?"

"Alfred!"

"Come on! I promise not to spark attention towards you not that would be very hard. You're kind of hard to notice—"

"I know that, but still . . . ."

"Please~ it will only be for a night, besides it took a lot of effort to get the corset dress from Felix—"

"What!"

"I got it from Felix, what's the big deal"

"You didn't . . . . Tell him, right?"

"Well . . ."

"Alfred!"

"Don't worry he promised not to tell a soul, also it was the only way I could get the little outfit. But don't sweat it! I'm pretty sure he forgot by now"

"Oh . . . "

"Cheer up Mattie! I swear to you, we'll be at the pub for at least two hours, have a few drinks, maybe dance a little and hey! Who knows you might get laid~"

" . . . . Okay"

"Sweet! I'll see you there ~ and Mattie, try to relax a little 'kay"

All Matthew sighed as he headed for his room to put on the rest of his wardrobe. This was going to be a long night.

A/N:

This is just a prologue before I start getting into story. I realized that I suck at prologue and hoped that maybe you could past this and review. This is my first one ever and I really don't want to screw it up.

Please review~

p.s. thanks for reading!

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